Story Time: Spring Fevers & Bearded, Clammy Hands

*Ain’t that the truth, Clicky. How in the fuck are we meant to be April Fooled this year?*

Hello there, Dear Reader! Long time, no speaky πŸ˜‰

My good friend Cade Fon Apollyon sent me a tweet last night, depicting a weather event at his ‘old stomping ground’…

*He says that’s Tyson’s Corner in Virginia and tornadoes there are extremely rare…*

… Which reminded me of a bunch of tweets that crossed my Twitter feed earlier this week, all saying the same thing…

*Nice example, Clicky, butt that’s knot someone I follow… /lights up and smokes… Say, did you know there’s a 137 reference in that Tweeter’s bio?*

*Just a happy coincidence, then? Okay…*

… And that whole Oscars ‘Slap Heard Around the World’ scene at the start of the week put me in mind of Cade’s short story from Underdog Anthology XIV: Dark Ides of March, published in the Spring of 2021…

*Oh yeah. It even syncs… /drags… with a couple of your recent posts, Clicky… /exhales smoke…*

… So, I asked Cade if I could publish his story, here, at the LoL today, and he said, ‘Sure’…

*Knockout, Clicky, indeed…*

… So, here is ‘Spring Fevers and Bearded, Clammy Hands’ for your entertainment, Dear Reader. Enjoy! ❀

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Spring Fevers and Bearded, Clammy Hands

by
Cade F.O.N Apollyon

If one were to read β€œA Novice’s Guide to Understanding Jealousy”, the first sentence of Chapter 1, Page 1 would almost absolutely have to immediately address the subject of a lack of self-awareness. In fact, I cannot see how the entire book could ever get around talking about anything except the topic of self-awareness and identifying one’s own shortcomings within the framework of this concept.

Jealousy, seems to place the offended party in some sort of vacuum. Like a shell or some sort of defensive posture where only the individual and their own interests matter. Their computational systems, assuming they have any, also seem to go offline.

β€œMateo! Hel..loooo?!? Are you even fucking listening to me?”

My neighbor, John, was already agitated when he borderline accosted me in my car upon my arrival home from work. My zoning out in contemplation whilst being accused by my neighbor of having an affair with his wife is unlikely to assuage his irritation.

β€œMy name is Matthew, Juan, and yes, I am very much listening to you.”

β€œI apologize, Matthew,” John fired back sarcastically. β€œNow, are you fucking my wife?”

β€œNo, John, I am not. I’m standing here in the middle of my own front yard holding an empty lunch box, quasi-talking to you, really just hoping to go inside at some point and take my shoes off.”

I’d retorted with my usual dry and unemotional sarcasm. I tried not too sound precocious though as this was an extremely delicate and dangerous situation, and the last thing I need at this point is my friend thinking I’m trying to be cleverly deceptive.

β€œHave you, at any point, from the beginning of creation, to this very day, ever, fucked my wife?”

John was struggling, choosing his words for clarity; an obvious frustration and impatience in his voice.

β€œYeah. But I only stuck my dick in halfway so I’m not fucking her nearly as much as I could be. And when one considers that my dick is only six inches long, it could be argued that I’m not fucking her very much at all.”

The look of shock and disbelief on his face reflected that my retort had caught him completely off guard. But as the initial look of surprise left his face, and his brain began to compute my actual words, his face contorted in confusion, began to relax, and I could tell it may have finally broke some ice as John’s default facial express returned. That expression then started to crack into a smile, it was obvious he was trying to restrain it, and he turned away from me briefly in order to, I assume, stymie a giggle. The slight hunch in the back, a hand to the face, and a couple of shoulder twitches were a dead-giveaway.

I’d already answered his initial query as to my ‘fucking his wife’, definitely and without hesitation in the negative. Quite easy to do as I was most certainly not ‘fucking’ his wife. Something very odd was going on here. This had to be one of his stupid, drawn out ‘practical jokes’. Surely some utterly ridiculous punchline, for which I will have to feign a fake laugh, is coming.

β€œLook John,” I said to his back. I have walked…” I glanced down quickly at the pedometer hanging from my belt to check the distance I had walked at work today; 17.3 miles, holy shit, β€œ…seventeen point three miles today and my feet are feeling every foot of that. I’m going in to put my lunchbox down, take my shoes off, grab a beer, and I’ll be right back out. Do you want one?”

He knows, came a female voice in my head.

I froze. A warm tingling sensation suddenly appeared in my head, and quickly began to run from my crown, down my neck, and into my spine, as another warm and tingly feeling began in my feet and started emanating up my legs.

Great, I thought to myself. That’s all I need at this point…her.

The two opposing tingly feelings continued their creep and met somewhere in my lower back: we were connected now. That warm pulsing tingle of The Connection. We were synced.

Hello Matthew, came the woman’s voice again. I feel The Connection. I needed to speak with you. I needed to let you know that he knows. I needed to speak with you about how best to proceed regarding…

The woman’s voice was cut off as John, apparently having finally regained a composure he was comfortable with, turned back towards me.

β€œYeah,” John started as he nodded in agreement. β€œYeah, I’ll take a beer if it’s cold Matt. You get your shoes off, and I’ll meet you on your porch in a few. I’m going to go ask Patrice about dinner. Any chance you might wanna pop over? Do you have plans?”

John asking me to join he and his wife for dinner was not unusual. I was, after all, a lonely bachelor. A lonely divorcee. A washed-up burnout who over the past nine years had been fixed up with virtually every single woman John and his wife knew. But dinner tonight did not seem appropriate. I was in no way trying to read John’s intentions regarding this particular invitation as we had too much experience between us for me to read into it as being hostile. But I had to seriously consider it inappropriate under the circumstances.

Jesus, how uncomfortable might that dinner be? I thought to myself.

If you come to dinner, I’ll make you cum, came the woman’s voice again. I’ll cum all over your face Matthew, and you can cum on mine, if you want. It will be nothing but cumming for the both of us if you come to dinner.

Dammit Patrice, can you at least allow me to get my shoes off and grab your husband a beer before I make a decision on dinner?

Sure Matthew. I know my cooking isn’t always that great, but my dessert will make that dark and lonely heart of yours shine like the sun that it actually is. Mmm, I’m getting wet just thinking about having you inside me and seeing your light.

Patrice…

β€œMatt?” John said, snapping me away from my internal dialogue. β€œMatt, you’re zoning out again.”

β€œSorry John. Been a long day at work and I have an even longer one in store tomorrow. I have a lot of work stuff on my mind,” I said, turning away from my neighbor and heading for the faux safety of my own home.

β€œAlready trying to think of all the stuff I need to do tomorrow. Lemme grab you that beer. About ten minutes.”

I did not glance back to see if John was retreating back to his own property as I neared the relative safety of my own front porch.

Sorry you had a long day. I hope I get a long one tonight, Matthew.

Patrice, I myself would take an explanation of any length as to why your husband is over at my house breaking my balls over allegedly, quote ‘fucking you’, unquote.

I’ll explain in a bit Matt, and it will all make sense. I promise.

As I reached my front door, I tried to put Patrice and her shenanigans out of my head. Just as I began to fumble with my key for the lock, and just as freedom seemed imminent, I heard John call from what sounded like his driveway. I froze, closed my eyes, and tried not to shudder.

β€œHey, Matt! Pedometer!” he shouted. β€œThey ought to give those to pedophiles so cops know how many kids they’ve molested!”

I suddenly felt a tinge of fury. My heart knew that I should not be feeling this feeling, but I was. Whatever my neighbor was digging for, and why he was digging for it in me no longer mattered. This asshole has to be begging for a beating, but why he has chosen me to give it to him is a total mystery at this point.

Don’t let him get to you cowboy. You are closer that you know to being free of him forever.

I ignored Patrice’s comment entirely, turned to peek around the corner of my front porch to look over in the direction of the voice. Sure enough, there stood John in his own driveway. Immobile, and looking in my direction with a giant ridiculous smile on his face as if he’d just told the joke of the century and was now eagerly awaiting my guffaws of approval.

β€œThat’s a great idea John,” I said in an absolutely flat tone. β€œFantastic in fact. Why don’t you head inside right now and dial 911 and tell them your genius idea. You can tell me all about it when you come back over for your beer.”

The dry and unimpressed nature in my voice appeared to have gotten the message across, as his previously grinning face was now melting into such a pathetic sag that it appeared it may slide off his head.

He turned, looked down and I could tell his face was now twisting with confusion, and began walking dejectedly towards his house.

I turned back towards my front door, inserted my key into the lock, opened it, and stepped inside. Closing the door behind me, I could only think one word…sanctuary.

It may be a sanctuary from John, but not from me. With me, there is no sanctuary Matthew.

I need no sanctuary from you Patrice. You are my sanctuary.

* * *

John and I had become fast ‘friends’ when he and his wife, Patrice, had moved in next door to me a little over nine years ago. ‘Friends’ in the loose sense in that it was quite obvious from the start that John more or less inserted himself into my life whether I wanted him in it or not, and he was the type of fellow that clung to certain others who could provide him with specific things. He had a bombastic way for introducing himself to others, at which point he would size them up for what they could and could not provide.

I never considered him a bad guy, just not exactly a good one. Never seemed to have a thought of his own, which, unfortunately for me and because I was both easily accessible and tolerated his bullshit, just about every crazy idea, weird concept and stupid joke that drifted through John’s transom he would almost certainly parrot to me.

I stood inside my doorway for some time contemplating the nature of my relationship with my neighbors, and wondering what in the hell John was on about. As such, I find myself back at day one of when John and Patrice moved in, and going over every little detail as to how he’s gotten wind of mine and Patrice’s, alleged, affair.

Are you fucking my wife? Who in the hell asks a question like that? He didn’t really seem that peeved or upset. Perhaps the exchange didn’t happen like it does in the movies, and as such, he didn’t know how to react?

You’re contemplating aren’t you Matthew?

Patrice’s voice, in my head again. I’d forgotten we were still actively connected.

Yes Patrice, I am. Can you hear what I’m thinking? Like, the specifics?

No Matt, it’s more of a feeling. When we communicate directly, then yes the information sent along The Connection is very clear. But when you are mumbling internally I get nothing specific. Just maybe a feeling about what it may be regarding.

So, when I jerk off at night, you get no specifics nor details, you simply know I’m masturbating.

Rawr…so saucy Matthew. So aggressive. I like it. And speaking of, what was with that ‘you are my sanctuary Patrice’ nonsense?

For once, Patrice, I guess I just felt I needed to defend myself. The walls were kinda closing in, ya know?

Good on you Matt. That was brilliant. You’ve taken yet another step into…oh wait…John is calling me, needs to talk, he says.

OK, well, I’m going to ground myself and disconnect. I need to get your husband a beer, and I really need to get these fucking shoes off.

Matt, did you really walk seventeen point three miles today?

Yes I did Patrice. It was awful and I’m currently feeling all fifty-five of my years, and then some.

John wants me to come over and talk to you Matt.

What?! You, Patrice? Why you?

He feels that he may have upset you.

He did, Patrice. But that still doesn’t explain why he wants you to come over.

John seems to think that I’ll be able to smooth things over and you’ll come to dinner.

Patrice, I really don’t know if…

Shhhh….Matthew, just, let me come over. I’ll tell John it may take a bit, but I think I can smooth things over.

Patrice, this is weird as hell him sending you over, whom he just accused me of having an affair with. I’m on edge here.

Ground yourself Matt. Grab that beer, and I’ll drink it when I get there.

Patrice wait. Patrice?

β€œFuck!” I said aloud.

She’s disconnecting. I could feel the tingly feeling in my back partially unwinding. She was already grounding herself.

I was still standing in the doorway, holding my keys and lunchbox. I felt so alone in the moment. Only recently had I, by some fluke of nature, acquired the ability to speak with anyone, any time, anywhere in the world, and yet at that precise moment I’d never felt more alone.

It didn’t help matters that, for the first six months after discovering my ability, I’d been talking, via thought alone, to a someone who originally told me that they were on the other side of the world. But as it turns out, this distant and seemingly completely harmless someone was actually less than fifty feet away the entire time. Patrice. And boy oh boy, once we discovered who each other actually was, did the tone and topics of the conversations ever change. The small talk and vagaries were gone. She was suddenly a firebrand, passionate, but a rogue, a rebel and downright nasty at times: and I don’t mean just and only sexual stuff either. For the last four months, she had toyed with me and psychologically beaten on me relentlessly. I had no idea what to make of any of it. Still don’t. Perhaps she’ll explain it someday if I can keep myself from tying cinder blocks to my feet and jumping into a lake.

You’re drifting again Matt. You really should ground before some sneaky someone you don’t know tries to connect.

I reached up with the hand holding my key ring, and selected the key that allowed itself to be singled out, as which key I used did not matter. This time it was the key to my one and only padlock.

I don’t even know where in the hell that padlock is, I thought to myself. No idea why I still have the key to it on my key ring.

No response from Patrice, nor anyone else for that matter, doesn’t feel like anyone else is connected nor trying to connect, so now all that remained was for me to close the current connection completely.

I reached out with the key, and touched it to the metal screw holding the face-plate cover to the light switch on the wall. Almost immediately, I could feel the somewhat diminished ball of coursing energy in my back begin to unwind like electrically charged noodles being slurped out via my head and feet, and then vanish completely.

I pulled the key away from the screw; disconnected. With little very little gusto and no thanks given to the key for its additional service, I hung my key ring on the key rack above the light switch, and retreated inward to get my shoes off my aching feet.

* * *

The doorbell rang and my hands suddenly went clammy.

How should I greet her? Should I shake her hand? Just say hello and immediately hand her a beer, while shuffling myself outside so that she does not attempt to come in? Should I go out into my backyard, toss the beer over the roof and into the front yard, and cry ‘My mom says I can’t come out to play right now, but there’s your beer crazy woman! Just like you like it! Shaken and stirred and every other fucking thing!’

It was just now dawning on me that, not only did I not really know my neighbor Patrice, we had never really spoken before. Not at any length, and most certainly never alone. Well, not ‘in person’ anyway. And most of the β€œremote” stuff was so scattered, unintelligible and seemingly pointless that the fact we’d been speaking almost non-stop for ten months, now too felt more like we’d never spoken at all.

Should I check my breath? Wait a second Matt…this isn’t a date. Relax.

Only now did a calmness fall upon me. The absolute absurdity of being thrown into a tangent over nothing at all. I was rattled over basically, nothing. A married woman is standing at my door, ringing the bell, because her husband, my neighbor, not fifteen minutes ago accused me of having an affair with his wife, the woman in question is now standing at my door, and he now wants her to smooth things over so I’ll come to dinner with them. Simple. I had not a damn thing to worry about. Except…

…Patrice and I have not spoken in person about our, less than conventional conversations. Wait, that doesn’t sound very good at all. β€œLess than conventional’ sounds exactly like what John was just accusing me of.

The doorbell rang again. My chest started to tighten.

Holy hell. It’d never occurred to me that myself and Patrice had not yet talked in person about our abilities. What if…oh my God…what if all this time, I wasn’t actually communicating telepathically with Patrice. What if some malicious asshole with psychic powers has been toying with me this entire time, and passing it off as if I was speaking to a neighbor because of some clue I’ve given away. Some game psychics play to amuse themselves, similar to a cat playing with a mouse.

I felt a very cold chill at the base of my neck, and for the first time in a very long time, I actually felt afraid. My mind was awash and digging through the memory banks for the last time that I’d even seen Patrice, let alone talked to her.

A knock now at the door. They are getting impatient and require a response. Doorbells fail, malfunction and sometimes just go unheard, but not knocks.

Face the music Matt. Grab a beer, this very second, then go answer the door.

β€œHey Patrice. How are you?” I attempted to sound as nonchalant as possible as I pushed open the outward-facing glass door and made my way outside.

β€œHello Matt. Is that beer for me? Or you.”

I could not tell if she was being playfully ignorant or not, so I just played it as cool as humanly possible for now.

β€œWhy don’t you have a seat on the porch swing, I’ll sit in this chair here opposite you, and we can figure out who this beer is for.”

β€œOh, OK, well, I hadn’t planned on staying long, but I guess I can sit for a moment Matt.”

β€œWhatever you want to do is fine Patrice,” I said while trying not to allow my face to twist with a confused look. β€œIt’s just that I don’t think you’ve ever come over here before, so I guess I just assumed maybe you came to talk a bit, considering the circumstances and recent events.”

Patrice sat on the porch swing opposite me, and once she was seated I chose one of the four porch bar-chairs that were place around a small round table I’d picked up at a garage sale a few years back. The table was small, the chairs uncomfortable and I’d really only purchased the set as decoration as I had no friends to speak of and almost never had guests. For once, the table would come in handy and I placed the unopened can of beer on it.

Hands folded in her lap, Patrice was looking at me almost impatiently as if waiting for me to situate myself. For the first time I noticed that she had very beautiful blue crystalline eyes. I tended not to like blue eyes very much, crystalline blue even less, but in this case they suited her. She was attractive. I snapped out of my study of her form as it suddenly occurred to me that I was in great danger.

My heart was pumping at this point. Not from lust, nor anger, nor even fear nor any other emotion I could think of…this was a feeling of confusion that I’ve never before felt, and it was causing my heart a stress it had never before known. Not even twelve years ago when my wife of eighteen years told me she was through with me and my broken self, did my heart suffer this kind of trauma.

β€œMatt,” Patrice’s voice snapped me out of my waking coma, β€œJohn just told me about what happened earlier, and I must tell you that I am horrified.”

β€œI admit that I am quite confused as to exactly what just transpired Patrice.”

β€œDid he really shout out in a very loud voice from across the yard something about pedophiles to you?”

The bottom of the entire Universe just fell out from under me.

β€œUm, pedophiles?” I was trying to hold it together, but it was now clear that this slimy asshole is playing some kind of twisted game with me. He basically assaults me over adultery with his wife, and he goes home and makes up some bullshit story about a very in poor taste joke, completely omitting the adultery parts? β€œYeah Patrice he did, and I guess he was trying to make a joke about the pedometer that I have to wear for work. It wasn’t very funny, was in poor taste, and I admit it upset me. Perhaps more than it should, but I do have to wear this thing every single work day, and to be completely honest and open, his comment is likely going to haunt me for some time for that very reason.”

β€œWell, I’m sorry that it upset you Matt, but that’s really not my concern nor why I came over,” Patrice said rather flatly.

The entire Universe just exploded. This is the kind of sick twisted games that my ex-wife used to play. Say, anything. Do, anything. Nothing, matters. She, held all the cards, she, was the dealer, and I had to play her games and take whatever she dealt out because I had nothing and no one in all creation, except for her. I was nothing more than a dislodged piece of navel lint in a wind storm.

β€œMatt, are you okay?” Patrice suddenly sounded exactly like her husband.

β€œI am contemplating what you’ve said,” I fired back calmly. β€œWere you expecting me to say something?”

β€œI guess maybe I expected you to ask me why I came over.”

β€œYou’ve mentioned that you’re aware of something your husband said to me.”

β€œYes, but that’s not the real reason I came over.”

β€œYou said that already, Patrice.”

β€œMatt, are you angry about something?”

The alarm bells were most certainly going off now, full tilt, and this was absolutely turning into a life and death situation.

β€œPatrice, perhaps you should just tell me what you need since I don’t know you that well, and I’m certainly not a mind-reader.”

Patrice did not really react to my statement, but strangely reached around behind her back, and produced a large, letter-sized envelope. She leaned forward and offered it to me.

β€œOh, haha, a mind-reader!” she said in an obviously forced tone, whilst simultaneously urging me with her eyes to take the envelope. β€œMe and John went to see a mind-reader once, except this one was a hypnotizer. Is that right? Hypnotizer?”

β€œHypnotist,” I corrected her as I leaned forward and took the envelope. β€œI’m quite sure that hypnotists are those who hypnotize people for various reasons.”

A look of relief crossed Patrice’s face as I took the envelope from her hand, and I fell face-first into whatever new game she was now playing.

β€œWell, me and John went to this show where a hypnotist would pick people from the audience.” After finishing her thought, Patrice raised her hands in an mock envelope-opening type motion, implying that I should open it now, here, in her presence. β€œAnyway, John of course volunteered us both, and we both got to go up on stage and get hypnotized.”

Only moments before, my fear levels had just about caused my entire existence to seize and stop entirely, but now there was suddenly this strange feeling of…clarity. Perhaps everything leading up to this very moment in time was some kind of test to see if I could in any way handle the horrors that were almost sure to materialize from this envelope’s contents.

I noticed that Patrice was arching her eyebrows as if to hurry me along. I looked for a moment deeply into her eyes, and that gloomy image which was beginning to form of Patrice being John’s soulmate or clone or whatever it was had disappeared. Odd that it continued to rattle on outwardly as I peeled back the flap on the envelope and produced what appeared to be no less than five folded pages.

β€œJohn barked like a chicken and clucked like a dog.”

I had only just started to open the letter when it struck me what Patrice had just said.

β€œHe barked like a chicken and clucked like a dog? Don’t you mean that he barked like a dog and clucked like a chicken Patrice?”

β€œThat’s what the hypnotist said Matt. He told John to bark like a chicken and cluck like a dog. I don’t know how John did it, but he did.”

β€œThat’s…frightening, Patrice. I don’t even want to know…”

‘GROUND YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!’

The first line of the first page jumped off the paper and hit me like a lightning bolt. Instinctively I started to reach down and grab one of the metal legs on the small table, but my survival instincts kicked in and I resisted the urge, thinking that this may be a trap of some kind. But almost as quickly as I began to doubt, I remember the odd feelings that I’ve felt during the processes of being grounded, ungrounded and The Connection. Being both an electrician and a semi-amateur radio enthusiast, there are things that have been happening over the past ten months that I can in no way begin to explain.

I looked up from the letter and at Patrice. She gave a small nod, and there was a calmness to her being which provided just enough assurance for me to throw caution to the wind and play along. Knowing that the table’s legs were a poor ground, I reached out and grabbed one anyway and continued to read as Patrice continued to ramble.

β€œI don’t really remember being hypnotized, but everyone said I was. They said I got trapped in a box that wasn’t there, and I couldn’t get out.”

‘Dear Matthew,

For the time being, please read down only to where it says ‘STOP HERE!’, keep reading until you get there, and I’ll ramble on about hypnotists in the meantime. Also, keep your hand firmly wrapped around that metal leg on the table until we finish here, and please do not begin to wonder internally how I know all of this. I do, and answers will come later.’

β€œJohn says that he can remember being hypnotized, and he can remember everything he did, but I don’t remember anything at all,” Patrice continued. β€œHe says he only did what he was told because he knew he was part of the act. But me? He says that I was absolutely terrified and screaming. He said I really honestly thought that I was trapped in a box even though there was no box.”

‘We are both of us in great danger because of our, ‘gifts’. I would ask that you, later at some point this evening, find yourself a proper grounding point, and read the remainder of this letter ONLY when grounded. I will go ahead and tell you that I am a beard. My marriage is an arranged sham so that my husband can collect his inheritance, and myself and John will not be married much longer as he is already arranging the divorce and planning to move to somewhere in Java. I will of course get a piece of his inheritance as payment for services tendered over the past fifteen years of marriage. More on that later though. The Great Magician is awake, and I have reason to believe that The Great Magician has somehow found the both of us…meaning you and I. Does this mean anything to you? I am so very sorry for all of this. Hopefully, the rest of the letter will better explain what I know, and what I don’t. P

STOP HERE!

A quick thumb through the sheets indicated that this letter was approximately eight pages long. Visions of Armageddon suddenly swirled in my head as my mind flashed back to the horrible tales of the end times taught me in church as a youth. But that’s exactly what this moment felt like. I felt like I had just walked out of the sunshine and green grasses onto the burning and bloody fields of Megiddo, and me right in the big middle of the fighting between the warring factions of good and evil.

β€œWhich reminds me, Matt. John did ask me to tell you that he was sorry about his joke he made earlier, but the real reason that I came over was I wanted to know if I could borrow a cup of milk. I’m making John some cornbread for dinner, and I need some milk.”

β€œPatrice,” I said calmly, looking up from the letter. β€œDid you know that you can substitute beer for milk in certain baked goods?”

Patrice’s face was aghast. Honestly, aghast and unknowing. I’d hit her with a curve-ball.

β€œReally?” she said.

I folded the letter and thoughtfully placed it back into the envelope, before sliding the envelope into my shirt pocket as I stood.

β€œYeah really really. I have a beer sitting right here, which I am going to give you. I’m going to go inside and get you…how much milk do you need?”

β€œI only needed one cup of milk. Whole milk if you have it,” she said rather sheepishly.

β€œOkay Patrice, I’m going to go inside and get you one cup of whole milk, and if you decide that you would like to give the beer a whirl, only use half of a cup of the milk in your cornbread, and use a half of a cup of the beer in substitution for the other half-cup of milk.”

β€œWill that really work?” Patrice asked disbelievingly. β€œWhat…what does this do?

β€œIt gives the cornbread a bit of a different flavor is all. Better in biscuits, but it works with cornbread too. And you’ll have exactly four ounces of beer leftover you can sip on if you want.”

β€œSure Matt, I’ll…give that a try. Thank you. Do I need…”

β€œThis beer has already gotten kinda warm,” I said, not letting her finish. β€œJust make sure you allow it get a little warmer before adding it to the mix. I’ll be right back with your milk.”

I retreated into the house thinking that I had no idea what answers, if any, Patrice’s letter might contain. At this point, it was apparent that her rather substantial looking letter was more likely to contain mystery than clarity. One thing was certain though, I’d had just about enough of being at the mercy of the whims of an assembly of douchebag neighbors and cryptic mystics playing their god games. It was time for me to stop being a leaf in the wind, get serious, and hit the books to start researching this insanity. It was time that I become the storm.

Right after I get Patrice her milk, of course.

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*Wait. he tweets out ‘it’s Friday once again’ each week, Clicky… /stubs butt… Doesn’t he?*

*Ah, ya got me…*

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Until next time, Dear Reader, have a Song πŸ˜€

CLICK5: Adventures In Remote Viewing – Candle, Book & Bell Sync…

Missive From ‘Merica: Mined Over Matter

As promised, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky…*

… Today we have a sparkling new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US, to rattle our noggins, stimulate the grey matter…

*Never been to Texas, Clicky… /lights up…. Mum and dad went there on a fly/drive… /drags… same time we ‘osted an ‘urricane… /streams smoke…*

… And tickle our fancies on another lockdown Friday. Enjoy! πŸ˜€

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This is the point in the blog post where the reader likely gets confused about who is writing what. Lemme break it down for ya…

I’m me

(Somewhere in NE Texas, USA)

She’s her

(Somewhere in SE England, UK).Β She wrote above.

I am writing here.

She’ll write some more towards the bottom when I’m done. Then she’ll format / edit the whole mess and publish it.

Clear?Β Yee Haw!

Clarity is a damn delightful thing.
^Hee Haw show open^

Manifest debtstiny. Care if I make an observation regarding destiny being debt? Sure appears to be capable of being twisted that way.

Opisthobranchia

Detorsion

Torsion (Gastropod)

The first thing you are gonna need to do is create a debt which cannot be repaid. Of course, you’re going to need to be in a position of power in order to manifest this debt, but power can sometimes be a matter of timing. Being aware of the existence of a certain set of circumstances which will allow you to assume a position of power whether you actually have one or not. And whilst you are planning and plotting how to create an unrepayable debt, might wanna give some consideration to the concept of satisfaction. A debtor cannot believe that the debt can be satisfied, and as a result achieve some satisfaction themselves by repaying the debt. Satisfaction is viewed as freedom, and freedom is not what we are aiming for here.

Your debtor needs to believe…wait, scratch that…not believe…your debtor needs to know, that this debt which they have been saddled with, is eternal. We humans have a romance with the eternal. I’d imagine the right amount of tickling on that β€œeternal” bell that we all have, whether good stimulus of it or bad, should keep your quarry confused enough that it won’t matter why the bell is ringing. What matters is, it’s ringing. If you keep the pressure on, they’ll have no time to make a distinction.

^Matt Lange – Morbidly Obese (Redacted Mix)^

Whheeeeee dogies!!! That was a helluva way to start out a β€œmissive”, eh? I guess round about a year and a half of listening to people piss and moan and having to watching stuff burn and be broken will bring out the dark side in even the happiest of motherfuckers (like me). And yes, I consider myself a happy motherfucker. Do you doubt me? Wanna fight over it?

Irrespective of where one stands on these lockdowns and restrictions and whatnot, there is a weird something lurking in the background. I can’t see it yet, but it’s there. Olds and news are entangled, and both are fighting like hell to get their way. Growing pains of the currency markets is where my intuition keeps leading me, and I’d imagine that some are quite terrified at the retribution that will almost certainly come if β€œthe wrong entity” comes out on top. No one likes to be throttled, which is exactly why certain interests throttle the hell out of everyone else…they know that people don’t like it. But if the worm turns? Yeesh…slave becomes master, master becomes slave, and at least one of those sectors who is β€œtransitioning” ain’t gonna like what the result is.

^Cocteau Twins – Great Spangled Fritillary^

On the up side, I wrote a poem last night. I’ve forgotten it already, but it was about trees and the seasons.

Cycles. 

Particularly, the poem was a life that likes certain parts of the cycle, and dislikes others. In this case, a tree that likes the Spring, dislikes the Fall and Winter, and plans and plots during the Winter months how to create leaves that will never fall and withstand anything and everything that nature throws at it. Question is, do trees really dislike having to shed their leaves? Or is that simply an assumption that a human and/or certain humans might make about trees due to our own projections. I mean, fuck, trees on the equator or in some tropical area, the leaves stay green always…right? And even here in Texas, ever heard of the Live Oak? Evergreens? Pines? Magnolia? These fuckers have to work their asses off year round, no rest, and the factory has to maintain a steady state. There are no typical seasons. There is life, and there is death, and that’s the only seasons it knows.

Q: Is it possible to know the season β€œdeath”?

A: ?☠?

We can see it, we can flirt with it, we can maybe taste it a bit, we can romanticize overcoming it via reincarnation or salvation of some kind, but can we who are alive actually know the season called death? I’m gonna have to stop writing here for a bit and give that one a think.

^Silver Bullet – Bring Forth the Guillotine^

That β€œfirst ever space hurricane” was something to see, yeah?

First ever.

Space hurricane.

First ever.

Space hurricane.

Bet you didn't see that particular β€œspace hurricane” coming.
^Notaker – Airlock^

I can see people getting jazzed over actually seeing a something. We’ve been hypothesizing and theorizing and conjecturazingadingdonging over anything and everything for a long time…just never seen it with our own peepers. Which begs the question, what might blind people think about all the noise we sighted folk are making over this space hurricane? Technically, we ourselves were blind to space hurricanes until only a day or so ago. Or at least, some might have you believe that.

The solar minimum has been coming for about 4 years now. The jetstream over the USA has been wonky as fuck for about 7/8 years. The gulfstream is now said to be getting wonky as well. The poles, they wander. The north pole has been speeding up its northern migration for quite a few years now, but we already knew that it was moving north. We’ve even theorized that the poles flip from time to time without really understanding what dynamics might be in play to cause this. We also know that our planet wobbles, and that someday, Winter in the Northern Hemisphere will be warm, and Summer in the Southern Hemisphere will be cold. We know that our continents migrate, mountains and oceans rise and fall. We’re also quite aware that vortexes are a very real thing just about anywhere and everywhere in nature. Anything and everything wobbles, shakes, spins, vibrates, bends, breaks, cycles and every other fucking thing, so why is it that this particular β€œstorm” is so shocking?

(no pun intended) 

My money would be on upper-atmospheric lightning/red jets/blue sprites types of things. That and maybe relocation of mass/elements, electrical power generation, high energy devices, and human generated electromagnetic radiation. Why? Indications are, that we’ve been here before.

You? Perhaps not.

Me? Perhaps not.

But we?

Yeah, lotta evidence poking its head through the veils of time that we’ve indeed been here before.

^Cocteau Twins – Know Who You Are At Every Age^

Speaking of goings on in space, does the following video look fake as fuck to anyone else?Β I get that technology is improving, and especially as it relates to optics and cameras, etc.. But the whole damn video looks weird, and when you get to 6:16? 6:16 to 6:26 just looks…wrong.

Maybe it's just me.
^ Watch SpaceX Starship SN10 launch and stick landing!^

This is gonna be a strange observation/revelation, but I’m gonna submit that never before have I heard Elizabeth Fraser’s voice. I’ve likely heard most if not all of the Cocteau Twins’ catalogue, and yet, it just occurred to me that I’ve never heard her voice.

Have I?

The bit about her β€œselling her lyrical notebooks to Austin University in Texas” was interesting.

lolz
^Elizabeth Fraser talks about her lyrics^

This is one of the few songs that I actually kinda know some of the lyrics for.

Bluebeard

Yeesh. Now, what kind of thought processes inhabit a man which cause him to marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, marry, murder, ad-infinitum? More than that, what drives a person to write a song/song lyrics that reference such a person? Oh, and if you wanna actually listen to the song Bluebeard by Cocteau Twins, look it up your own damn self. I’m currently creaming in my pants over this song below that I stumbled upon only recently.

^Paul van Dyk – Nothing But You^

During the course of this lockdown thingie..have you given any thought to the concepts of prostitution and mercenaries? What about cancer and gingivitis? No? Might wanna factor those in. Give them a think as they relate to the goings on. Remember…asymmetrical warfare. That’s what appears to be going on here. The occult appears to be at work too. Loads of unconventional stuff. Abstract. Hearts and minds via metadata. Put the passive survival instincts like caution, care, morality and any form of thought to sleep, and awaken the active survival instincts like hopelessness and desperation. Those who cling to independence or any form(s) of the old edifices and paradigms must be turned. They must forget about the past, stop thinking about the future, and be reliant upon the day. This, is how you rewrite history.

Loop.
^Beatrix – Cocteau Twins^

Oy vey…

Got it all figured out have you, Mike? You got General Motors squared away, you tamed school violence, cured global terrorism, fixed the medical industry, cured Flint’s water problems, and now you want to take on the 10th Amendment and presumably the entire US Constitution. This wouldn’t have anything to do with California

would it? 

I mean, as a filmmaker, you’ve likely got a pal or two out California way. Easy enough for some of them to pull your chain and get you to bark a bit about what they don’t like irrespective of your own feels. It’s fine and dandy for California to be its own little fiefdom, but any other state?

Nah...can't have it. 

Destroy Texas by any and all means necessary, and California can keep on keeping on being the leading (and only) asshole by doing its own thing. Kinda makes sense tho…a single body having two or more assholes?

Public and Private Land Percentages by US States

Something for you to chew on whilst you are being all contemplative about who owns and controls what.

Wait…did Michael Moore just say that β€œthe vaccine” was both β€œprecious” and β€œours”? Meaning, mine?

It's mine, my own, my precious.

MIMO

Moria (Middle-Earth)

Possessive (Redirected from Possessive pronoun)

Influence

Hrm. I’m not exactly a fan of Lord Of The Rings, but that is a glaring wave. A strange resonance to all of that.

^It’s mine, my own, my precious^

This does not set a good standard for those who are trying to overcome adversity.

Who you were, may not be exactly in line with who you are and/or who you are trying to become. And this β€œcleaning up your timeline” bullshit? Deleting anything and everything that others might find offensive just so you can unlock some kind of achievement and get that little checkmark by your name?

Fuck that. 

If there are stumbling blocks in my path, I wanna know where they are, and I want to identify them myself as best I can. If there are mines in my meadows, I want little flags there reminding me not where to step. I am my own engineer. Don’t need some fuck coming along and laying a live mine on top of one that I’ve already disarmed.

Ukraine: life in a minefield
Minefields In Croatia
Why the land mine, a persistent killer of civilians, is coming back under Trump
The World’s Longest Minefield Isn’t Where You Think It Is
Facts about landmines

Looks like there’s been some loss in interest over landmines/active minefields. I wonder if The Washington Post lost interest due to nCoV-2019 coming onto the scene. A shift in focus due a more clear and more present danger? Trump is out of office afterall, and all is well.

^The Prodigy – Mindfields (Keimax Remix)^

Just me, but this deep diving bullshit/retroactive is like shaming someone for having some kind of physical difference or being unique in any way. Some scar that creeps you out. Cover up that blemish. Hide that deformity. I want to see only that which is aesthetically pleasing to me.

Purity. 

Hrm…I wonder where this current quest for purity might lead. In truth, it could be that the thought police are more concerned with the immediacy of being out of a job. Can’t justify the expenditure if the service is no longer required.

^deadmau5 / Reduction (Original Mix)^

We all have legacy bullshit to deal with.

Terms You Might Not Know Are Considered Racist

Not everyone is gonna look into the etymology and/or history of things to find out their origins. And even if they do, there’s no telling how an individual is going to handle what they find.

Reinhard Heydrich

Rumor was that motherfucker right there’s lineage included Jewish blood. Can you imagine being one of the worker bees in the Nazi hive, only to have it come to light that you’re playing for the wrong team? Might cause a bee to morph into a honey badger just to survive.

History Of Sicily
History Of Spain
History Of Southeast Asia
History Of Israel
History If The Middle East
Land Bridge
Talk about minefields...yeesh.

One attaching themselves to some edifice of purity is just asking for a smack.

^Showtek – We Like To Party (Official Audio)^

Really fucking weird that this word has appeared on my radar several times in recent weeks.

I guess it goes along with the purity and shaming vibes that have been so pervasive as of late.

Ableism

But why wouldn’t such a word be prevalent during this β€œglobal pandemic”. You’ve got those who are fighting to get to the front of the line, and you’ve got others who are either struggling to keep up or who are being left behind and/or omitted completely. And, hey, speaking of lifting weights, that reminds me…you ever seen a picture of Lou Ferrigno when he was a kid?

Lou Ferrigno

Who is to say when a flower might bloom. Or under what conditions.

/shrug
^Judas Priest – The Sentinel^

Congratulations are in order as RooBeeDoobieSista has been accepted into the Super Subsonic Scribbling Scribblers and Sugary Sweet Snowcone Sippers or some such. Don’t have any idea as to what they are about really, I only know that when I first tumbled into the current leg of my journey, that I started seeing their logo thingie here and there. Since most of the stuff that I was encountering at the time centered around the occult, the hidden and/or spiritual kinds of jazz, I just kinda shrugged it off and thought…”meh, more cultist nutjobs publicly advertising their secret existence”.

lolz

Weird what one considers β€œpar for the course” based on what is happening in one’s own life. But I just feel it necessary to point out that this was around the same time that I first bumped into RooBeeDoo, whom I encountered on the now defunct Synchromysticism Forums (more creepy cultist stuff).

N E ways...

…nice that she’s gotten noticed by someone I guess and I hope that it adds to her already wonderful being. She’s a great writer, has a fantastic eye for nuance, tolerant, patient, knows who she is, and makes really poor choices in home footware…she’s a complete weirdo: what’s not to like?

Hopefully my bullshit contributions to her blog won’t get her kicked out.Β Anyway, enough about me…

congrats young lady.

Maybe this’ll eventually lead to landing you a writing job at The Echo.

πŸ˜‰

^Christopher Tin – Baba Yetu^

cYa |Β cFa

^REZZ x knodis – Premonition (Official Music Video)^

*******

*Not those sort of fancies, Clicky… /licks lips… Mmm, cake…*

*Correct… /stubs butt… Special edition, innit…*

Enjoy your we-kenned, Dear Reader and have a Song ❀

CLICK5: Phil ‘n’ It…

Adventures in Remote Viewing: The Sloop Snoop Song

*Fascinating talk from Lashy… /lights up… I’ve definitely spotted murmuration before… /deep drag…*

*S’looping header image? LoL… /plumes smoke… Dunno if that’s a sloop, Clicky, butt there’s definitely a connection to friend-ship… /flicks ash…*

This is a the whole story of a ‘sync’ that Cade Fon Apollyon and I shared, Dear Reader, and I’ve invited my BFF to help tell it. Last night a news story popped up on my Twitter feed about a sinkhole incident…

‘Two houses have partially collapsed after a sinkhole measuring 10ft (3m) opened up on a Manchester street.

‘Four homes were evacuated on Wednesday evening after the hole appeared on Walmer Street in Abbey Hey, Gorton.

‘Fire crews returned hours later after the front of two of the empty properties crashed to the ground.

‘United Utilities said it was dealing with a collapsed sewer but was investigating all possible causes including the recent heavy rain.’

… ‘Walmer’ and ‘Gorton’ looked like interesting words to me, so I decided to look them up…

*A Sink Cinque sync… /grins… Should I have mentioned that Kent ain’t a town, Clicky? /puffs contentedly… Armies, limbs… /thinks… Mmm, sandwich…*

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Can only speak for myself with respect to black holes, but my first introduction to the ones that science talks about is via a Song by the Canadian rock group Rush…”Cygnus X-1 Book I: The Voyage”. Was off of their A Farewell To Kings album, and the album had only just been released, so I guess I was 9/about to turn 10 at the time that I first heard it. I can say that the song and its related concepts instantly “synced” with me because I’d been chasing whirlpools my entire life up to that point. Here, wicked thunderstorms and its associated flash flooding are common, the drainage back then was quite bad, and one of my entertainments after the lightning stopped and we were released from our hiding places was to go look for whirlpools in the receding water(s).

Q: In the year 2021 AD/CE, why would “black hole syncs” suddenly appear between myself and someone who is 4,776 miles away?

A: Could it be that a storm is generating them?

Me and Roob kinda talked about this last night, and I’ve no desire to steal her thunder because I have no idea what she has planned for this post, but thinking that maybe perhaps the reach of a something is beyond some localized and more or less isolated something that is easily and/or more readily identifiable. To relate, there is supposedly a super-massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I had a theory that there was a black hole at the center of our galaxy when I was in 6th grade, but I was told that was impossible/I was nuts. I looked at pics of the Milky Way, it occurred to me that something had to be driving all those stars moving, and that something at the center had to be driving it. I was told however that black holes eat things. Well, fuck…maybe the black hole at the center of our galaxy is more cat-like. It plays with its food before it eats it?

I'm feline a digress-type thing coming on.

Thing is, if there is a something driving a something else, where does and do those things start/stop? Meaning, if there is a something at the center of our galaxy that is driving the movement, aren’t all the celestial bodies within its grasp merely extensions of the driving force? To go even further, wouldn’t all the galaxies merely be extension of eachother?

As to whether or not I in fact really was sitting here for several hours pondering flooding issues in Yorkshire a coupla nights ago?

Yeah, I was.

^Lesson 8 – Adventures with Bernoulli – Demonstrations in Physics^

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… The search for ‘Walmer’, Dear Reader, turned up an interesting sink/cinque homophone, but the search for ‘Gorton’ turned up an entirely weirder sync altogether…

*/drags… From Manchester to Antarctica, via Kent… /streams smoke… Birds and Byrd… /smirks… Twitter…*

*Lashy had something to say about luck in this previous talk, Clicky… /gnaws on thumbnail… Casino and gambling… /smokes…*

… I was pretty sure that Cade had mentioned Admiral Byrd to me only very recently, and so I started to scroll back in time…

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To be honest Roob (and Clicky), I’ve mentioned Admiral Byrd quite a few times probably. Any time it seems contextually accurate to do so anyway. That story about Byrd flying into some sort of portal, meeting the inhabitants of Agartha, then popping out of the portal at the North Pole? That’s some weird shit. Not to mention that none of that craziness appears in any of the official accounts. Oh sure, there’s some weird shit associated with Operation Highjump, but I don’t recall ever bumping into anything “official” regarding encounters with intraterrestrial beings nor 0th dimensional portals.

OH! Speaking of intraterrestrial beings and aliens or whatever, yesterday, I looked for some information on “ride disasters” here at Six Flags Over Texas. Been doing some thinking about hauntings at amusement parks, and it got me to thinking of all the stuff that I recall hearing when I was a kid. There is a ride here that was formerly called “The Cave” or “The Cave Of Spee-Lunkers” that I recall hearing a story about where someone was bitten by Cottonmouths/Water Moccasins multiple times on this particular ride…The Cave. I couldn’t find anything about any such thing happening, but I did find this…

The music is a recreation/not the original, but after listening, it sounds pretty close to correct as far as I recall as I rode that ride many times over many years before they changed it to the Looney Tunes stuff it is currently themed to. Aliens, living underground, doing their thing.

Hrm. 

Ya think it could be said that the bacteria and viruses and other assorted things living inside of us are “living underground”? I mean hell, supposedly my heart and soul and spirit and all that jazz is inside of me, so is the entirety of “me” living underground?

Waves of weird, break upon the rocks of my consciousness.

^Biosphere – Novelty Waves (Biosphere Darkroom Mix)^

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*What? We talk, like, a lot…*

… For just over ten minutes I scrolled and couldn’t find the article on black holes that I’d post to Cade. I gave up and tried to explain my thinking from my memory of it, in regards to the Fallen Goddess Scenario narrative I’d heard from John Lamb Lash…

*Shut up…*

*Knot a crust, I imagined that… /final drag… It was about harvesting energy from a black hole ‘soup’… /stubs butt… Maybe I was thinking of soup skin…*

… And decided to undertake a thorough search of our DM timeline today…

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Hey…not to change the subject too much, but have you noticed all the yadda yadda recently about banality and especially complacency? Seems like both sides of the political spectrum are trying like hell to energize/motivate the middle. Which is damn weird after an election. But, I expect this QAnon crap and the subsequent US Capitol bullshit means that some room needs to be made for various migrations between the major parties. Dunno how many conservatives of both the fiscal and social varieties even remain in the Democratic party, and not sure where the social conservatives in the Republican party would even go, ‘cept to maybe some new party. And what is it that got me to thinking about all that rambling crap? Welp, one word in your second to last sentence…”harvesting”.

Would they be harvesting? Or harnessing. Is there a difference between harvesting energy and harnessing energy?

Harvest

Harness

Seems like a black hole would require a harness before a harvest. That means workers of some type are needed for the enterprise.

WORKERS NEEDED!

HARVEST BLACK HOLE JUICES!

MAKE BIG MONEY!

CALL BR-549 TODAY!

I’m the type of idiot that would sign up for a job like that. What the fuck else am I gonna do?

/shrug

I wonder if I could write/send letters in close proximity to a black hole. If so, who would I write, and what would I even say?

^Joakim Karud x Dyalla – Wish You Were Here^

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*So, some kinda rube? Interesting, Clicky…*

… Having finally located my DM posting and thus the article, Dear Reader, two things struck me:

“Black holes are commonly surrounded by a hot ‘soup’ of plasma particles that carry a magnetic field,”Β explainsΒ astrophysicist Luca Comisso from Columbia University.

“Our theory shows that when magnetic field lines disconnect and reconnect, in just the right way, they can accelerate plasma particles to negative energies and large amounts of black hole energy can be extracted.”

Comisso‘s new work – co-authored by physicist Felipe A. Asenjo from the Universidad Adolfo IbÑñez in Chile – provides a new prism for glimpsing how energy extraction from a spinning black hole could work.

… Light and Commission from crime. Lashy constantly mentions ‘the crime’. And then, I noticed that I’d posted it to Cade the previous Friday, to within 8 minutes of the exact same time I posted the sinkhole story to him last night. 8 minutes…

*It’s… not a week sync, Clicky… /lights up… Beside, the 15th was mum’s birthday, may she rest in peace… /smokes…*

I think that’s quiet enough for now. Enjoy your we kenned, Dear Reader. And have a Song πŸ˜€

CLICK5: 2021 – A… */shrugs* …Odd Essay

Missive From ‘Merica: HAI Snow!

I started a new job yesterday, Dear Reader. I’m now working on the 13th and top floor of ‘The Tower’ and the views are great!

IMG_1809

And ‘The Beast from the East’ is paying the UK a visit, sew… SNOW! I thought I’d take some photos to show The Okie Devil in Text US…

… Speaking of whom, Cade has sent through a lovely missive. Enjoy!

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LET’S TALK NUMB DERPS!!!

I mean...NUMBERS!!!

Q: What percentage of the ingredients listed above, needs to be unavailable, in order to make the entirety of the finished product itself also unavailable?

A: 1 - 1 = 0

So, we can assume, that if 100% of one ingredient is unavailable to the manufacturer for a certain product, 100% of the other ingredients will be unavailable to you by default since the entire product will be unavailable. Just thinking here about β€œNEW COKE” that was introduced back in the 1980’s, and how the entirety of the food market is now based on?

...<drum roll>...

CHEMISTRY!!!

Why in the hell would a blended oil need fragrance? 

I mean, when we humans swap fluids, there’s nothing that gets all stinky or anything. I wonder what is going on with oil(s) when they get freaky and start mingling?

That also gets me to thinking about the nature of bonds. Especially those bonds that we humans like to ignore, because they are just too damn inconvenient to think about. Those ones that are not cost effective, non-timely, too vague… negligible. Such as…

Q: I wonder what oil’s relationship is to oil(s)?

A: Yeah...those oils.

Any chance that Petroleum has some sort of bond with say…Canola or Olive Oil? What about…Chicken Fat? Spooky Action At A Distance.

(not a far enough distance if you ask me πŸ˜‰ )

What if a certain oil requires another type of oil or others types of oils, in order to retain it’s own matrix. Like, in order to stay what it is, it needs some local contrast to maintain it’s own integrity. What if the oil(s) it uses to do this, is suddenly…gone? Are we talking mutation? Because as far as I know, it takes many and much to make a certain kind of oil.

Olive.

O Live.

Ol’ I’ve

/me shrugsΒ therefore I am sure I've no clue
^DIGITALISM β€” HOLOGRAMS (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
Anti...Foaming...Agent?

I’m betting that this is for the manufacturer more than the consumer. Or at least, as much for them as for us. If you can’t get the shit out of the bottle/can, no one is going to buy it.

Pro-Tip 01: For baking, I personally dump a bead of Olive Oil onto the baking pan, then spread it with a paper towel. You can also let gravity do the work by lifting the pan and letting it roll around.

Pro-Tip 02: Cold Oil – Hot Pan. Hot Oil – Cold Pan. You can stick your pan into the preheated oven and let it warm a bit, then put some oil on it and it will spread easier with less waste.

I mean, we’re likely talking about baking pizza-rolls or some other pre-cooked something…right? We’re just heating it up. We aren’t really cooking anything. Just don’t want our prefabricated frozen egg rolls sticking to the pan.Β Shit takes time, and you’ve no time. Maybe you should skip it altogether.

Water? ... Alcohol?

Water is bad and getting worse…and alcohol was/already is bad. So, what in the FUCK is it doing in my β€œExtra Virgin Olive Oil”?!?!? Without even having to reference gender, one could say that this product sounds kinda…

slutty. 

Only 53% Olive Oil? Wait…I’m just a dummy grabbing random β€œshocking” images from Google Image search. Am I being honest here? LET’S LOOK!!!

Extra Virgin Olive Oil Spray – Frylight – 190 ml

Looks like that shit is sold in France, and that’s where lot’s of the world’s skanky and polluted fish is supposedly sold. Maybe someone is fighting skank with skank?

Let's digress back to water. 

If the entirety of the world’s water is β€œpolluted” how much control does that give government(s) over water? I would say β€œhow much more control” does that give, but I’m trying to be optimistic here.

Navigable Servitude

Hmmmm… I wonder if water β€œnavigates” our being? That might be a good angle for you β€œOrwellian” types to ponder.Β Orβ€œwell”ian…

lolz...

A β€œwell” sounds like a deep subject. Surely The US Constitution couldn’t be used as a model for controlling people in more and more abstract ways…

could it? 

And even if it’s not used in The USA by US citizens, that’s no guarantee that others won’t use The Constitution as a model for stuff elsewhere. Don’t blame them tho. I mean…that’s what we Americans want/wanted … right? We want everyone else to be just like us Americans.

DEMOCRACY!!!
^Digitalism – Wolves^

Yeah…I’m thinking that aggregate and negligible is pretty important. Coal, is important to industry. Tin is important to industry. Rubber is important to industry. OH!!! And speaking of industry…

Q: Ever get the feeling that this β€œCO2 Emissions” bullshit is nothing more than a smokescreen?

A: (lolz...smokescreen)

Yeah…a distraction. You can make electric cars until Christ comes back, but they still have, and create, all the same problems and/or completely new ones + similar ones. β€œOur” problem, is waste and wastes. Much of the model and/or modeling that is used today is based on speed(s) and demands that were created during the wartime production needs of WWI and WWII.

Q: Why did we not slow back down?

A: A new paradigm?

Money? And just how much there could be?

‘Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea.’

Revelation 21:1

‘The twelve gates were twelve pearls: each individual gate was of one pearl. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass.’

Revelation 21:21

No mention of Platinum streets, but I think that Gold and Platinum are closely related.Β Here’s a link to the entire chapter if you don’t like me paraphrasing.

Revelation Chapter 21

But yeah…something about streets of gold. If you want symbolism and metaphors and other vagaries to argue over, methinks there are some there if you compare it with the vid below.

/me shrugs
^Mining Platinum From the Road Part One^


It’s already Wednesday. That means, that a certain someone I kinda know is on day two of a new job.

There’s also been other…news. I tried to start writing about this on my own blog on Monday, but even tho I didn’t know these people really, it was kindof a gutshot to me.

Bad news and good news

The Hardest Post

Should news like this have an effect on me? Should it not? Why are you telling me how I should or should not feel? We’ve no time for grief. We’ve no time for anything. Which makes me wonder, what do we have time for? Lemme know if you find out…k? Schedule an appointment, and we can talk about it until I lose interest.

^King Tuff – Psycho Star [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^


Let’s get back to bonds and bonding of the layered variety/varieties. Could oil really be a model for other oils? We’ve got our schematics and templates and plans and blueprints and standards and schedules and day planners and shit like that…so…why wouldn’t Nature have similar?

I mean sure, Nature, is going to be a little more fluidic and flowy in her creations and creating, but isn’t this the very rabbit that we are chasing? What happens when we finally catch this cagey and evasive little bastard, and the motherfucker has fangs powered by nuclear radiation?

Lolz...like...Godzilla, cept less stomping and more biting. 

I digresslessishness. Sure Science has this kind of modeling, but Science does it in the lab or some other clean/sterile environment.

(that ought to be a bumper sticker and/or t-shirt if it's not already)

Erm…yeah…clean. Clean this, clean that. But I got a question…

Q: If labs are so goddamn clean, what’s with all the cleaning?

A: ??ΒΏ

I don’t envy those that work in labs. They’re nasty places to work, and I’m not sure which is worse…the gross nasty shit they bring in to evaluate, or the gross nasty shit they use to combat the gross nasty shit they are tinkering with.

But that makes me wonder…is it the contrast(s) and contrasting that makes one thing look better or worse than the other? Bleach may result in some level of β€œclean”, but bleach itself is one of the nastiest substances on Earth/Terra.

^Superorganism – Everybody Wants To Be Famous (Official Video)^


I was just thinking about black holes again last night, but I was thinking more along the lines of what is required to create a certain state within a certain element. Not only that, but the steps and processes that it takes to create and maintain the state of a certain element. I will quote my source, which is available by giving the video below a viddy.

^making nitrogen ice with vacuum chamber, that is -210 degrees celsius^

So we’ve liquid Nitrogen, we put it in a vacuum/vacuum chamber, and eventually our liquid Nitrogen becomes a solid. That get’s me back to β€œphasing” and states, which gets me back to aggregate radiation(s). Then again, I tend to think of almost everything as either a fluid and/or fluidic irrespective of a certain something’s solidity. Anyway, I’m thinking that maybe we don’t understand β€œradiation” as well as we think we do? Heat is too prevalent, and sound is mysteriously absent.

Hmmmmmm.

Something else is missing, and I think I know what that missing something is…

^Young Fathers – In My View (Official Video)^


!!!!!!!RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!!!!!

!-RAWR-!

From today’s featured article…

Flight Unlimited III – a 1999 flight simulator video game developed by Looking Glass Studios and published by Electronic Arts. It allows players to pilot simulations of real-world commercial and civilian aircraft in and around Seattle, Washington.

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Ellen R. Sandor – an American new media artist. She is also founder of the Chicago-based (art)n, a collective of artists, scientists, mathematicians, and computer experts.

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Ballasalla – a village in the parish of Malew in the south-east of the Isle of Man, close to the airport and the town of Castletown. The village was built mostly from the ruins of the nearby Rushen Abbey, a Cistercian abbey founded in the 12th century and dissolved in the 16th century.

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Momo and the Time Thieves – a Danish-language opera in two acts by Svitlana Azarova. The libretto, based on the children’s book Momo by Michael Ende, was written by Anna Bro (da; de).

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JΓΊlio CΓ©sar (footballer, born January 1983) – a Brazilian footballer, who plays for Ravan Baku.

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Londonderry by-election, 1929 – The Londonderry by-election of 1929 was held on 29 January 1929. The by-election was held due to the appointment as high court judge of the incumbent UUP MP, Malcolm Macnaghten. It was won by the UUP candidate Ronald Deane Ross.

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Battle of Palikao – was fought at the bridge of Palikao by Anglo-French forces against the Qing Empire during the Second Opium War on the morning of 21 September 1860. It allowed Western forces to take the capital Beijing and eventually defeat the Qing Empire.

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Richard Friend – is Cavendish Professor of Physics at the University of Cambridge and Tan Chin Tuan Centennial Professor at the National University of Singapore. Friend’s research concerns the physics and engineering of carbon-based semiconductors.

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Clive Nattress – an English former footballer who made 340 appearances in the Football League playing as a defender for Darlington and Halifax Town in the 1970s and 1980s.

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Dahomeyan presidential election, July 1968 – A referendum on Γ‰mile Derlin Zinsou’s candidacy for president was held in Dahomey on 28 July 1968. The results of the May 1968 presidential election had been annulled due to low voter turnout. The military government appointed Zinsou to the position, but he accepted only on the condition that a referendum regarding his appointment be held. His candidacy was supported by 76.4% of voters, with a 72.6% turnout.

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LΓ©on Hennique – a French naturalistic novelist and playwright.

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All People’s Party (Namibia) – a political party in Namibia.

Sweet!

We’ve got β€œnon-society based” peer reviewed journals that have close affiliations but no direct ties, time thieves, opium war(s), a few political groups and potential members, β€œvote or else” types of goings on, arcane French writers, lots of technology, some more of that β€œnew media” crap…whatever in the fuck that is, and in general, plenty of sport all around.

Good stuff! πŸ™‚
^Digitalism – Gonna Be Good^

Wanna know what got me to rambling this morning? Or at least, what actually set me to writing?

Plastic-Free

Headline + First Paragraph = set me to typing.

Yep, that’s all I read. I don’t care what else is there. Not now anyway. Why drink the ocean, when a sip will do me just fine? I read the first paragraph, and all I could think about was going to grocery stores when I was a kid. Glass bottles EVERYfuckingWHERE!!!

You had produce, meat(s), and everything else was either in cans or glass or cardboard or paper. Then got to thinking about change and changes over the years…adaptation. I wonder how adaptation differs from mutation? I see the potential for some ripping there. And if there is a potential for ripping, are we focused on the potential, or the actual ripping part(s)?

Truth be told, we appear to have all of the same dynamics and mechanics of wartime, save for the recycling portions. We seem to be completely fine with disposable/disposability. Likely why we tend to think of ourselves as being nuts. We like to make ourselves indispensable, which I guess makes everything else disposable.

Or am I being cynical?
^James Blake – If The Car Beside You Moves Ahead (Official video)^


I’m feeling a shade better today. Been feeling like complete shit all week.

How are you?

That flu I tangled with for over a month really kicked my ass, and I never really even got that sick. Not many of the more traditional symptoms anyway. But it sure did a number on my chest. Not to mention all of the crazy weather we’ve been having.

70Β°F/21Β°C one afternoon...28Β°F/-2Β°C the next. 

That shit gets old. ESPECIALLY when it’s warm at night, and then, the day gets colder as the day progresses. I thought shit was supposed to warm up as the sun creeps across the sky?

^CHVRCHES – Get Out^

Found a really wicked vid that shows some…erm…atmospheric anomalies if you care to check it out.

Great photography too.

Springs.

^planes clouds and vortices^

We can’t understand everything…until and unless we can. But who gets to make that decision?

^Alaska Airlines Great American Eclipse flight #9671^

Do you need someone to hold your hand while you are out saving the world?

Brush your hair for you?

Rub your feet and/or back?

Tell stupid jokes in an attempt to make you smile?

We can lay down some trail-dust, and sprinkle it with some stardust.

Have camera on my phone, will travel πŸ˜›

/me shrugs
^Boeing 737 – from a weather balloon^

If everything comes from somewhere, where did nowhere come from?

There's a bend there.
^Amazing A380, B787, B777 Appear out of nowhere at Schiphol Airport^

Is it possible that we’ve become so reliant on vernacular and it’s reusability, all while becoming so dependent on standards and commerce/capitalism, that we’ve gotten linguistically lazy? If kids are really graduating from school while simultaneously being labeled as illiterate, is that indicative of someone fighting a multi-front war of some kind? I thought that school was there for the people, not vice-versa. Lot’s of tiptoeing here. What am I talking about?

Delhi/Population - 18.98 million - 2012 (source Google)

Universities in Delhi

University of Delhi/Total enrollment – 132,435 – 2015 (source Google)

I was watching a documentary the other day that said officials actually have no clue how many people reside in Delhi, and that the population could be as high as 35 million at times. Lots of immigrants and immigration. Loads of people come in from the sticks for medical treatment.

That said, it takes money to make money, and you can’t spend your money on making money if you are giving your money away to unproductive sectors of the economy…right?

Q: What’s productive about being stingy?

A: ΒΏΒΏ?

GIMMIE FAT MONIES!!!

^Lusine – Just A Cloud^

I dunno what you think about. Not unless you tell me anyway. And if what you tell me has been washed and cleaned and cycled and recycled all into some something else that is not what you were originally thinking about? Yeah…confusion. Not that anyone would do that or anything.

But seriously, how much suffering can β€œJohn and/or Jane Public” endure before that suffering starts to trickle? Can ‘the captains of industry” really stand on the backs of others and persevere? Granted there is a shift to technology, but the singular nature of this thinking is itself teetering on collapse.

Maybe it’s a safety thing. If you and your SJW groups don’t stop breaking windows, I’m gonna fire all the mechanics that work for Coca Cola. And if there are no mechanics working at Coca Cola to keep the machines running, there will be no Coca Cola, nor Sprite, nor Coke Zero, nor anything else.

Sounds...familiar.
^Digitalism – Shangri La^

Maybe the time of β€œThe Union” has returned. Unions are all but dead, not to mention that divorce rates are said to be skyrocketing.

I digressssss. 

I’ve thought a lot about Unions. Prolly because I belonged to a couple: IAM/AW and Teamsters. But back when I was in a Union, they didn’t make any sense. Not much sense. I’ve got two people telling me what to do instead of one, and they both want my money.

Would it be possible to have technical unions? I know that laws here in The US are weaved so that it’s gonna be tough for computer programmers to start a labor union. Not to mention that once you get around Federal Law, you’ve got loads of State Law(s) you are going to have to tangle with, followed by loads of local law(s). I don’t think foreign countries have such problems.

^Hercules & Love Affair – My Curse And Cure (Official Video)^

I’m sorry you filthy Limeys have gotten blanketed in snow…I really am. It breaks my motherfucking hot and beating Okie heart…it really does.

It’s raining and warm here. I found a drown snake in one of the puddles out back. My guess is, that there is likely a correlation with precipitation amount(s) and hibernating wildlife. Not to mention shit like encroachment and bug spray(s)/pest control, available food sources, available clean water, and shit like that.

Q1: What effect does that one snake’s death have on the entirety of existence?

A1: ΒΏ??

Q2: What if it was the last one?

A2: ?ΒΏΒΏ

Methinks, that every one, is the last one.

Do you ever think about where a grass snake is able to get a clean drink of water? What about a dirty drink of water? Water is water…right? Snakes are gross anyway…fuck em’.

^Muse – Thought Contagion [Official Music Video]^

Been thinking a load about intersecting gravities of both the horizontal and vertical varieties, but I’ve not much to say about it here. I just know that I’m starting to see them everywhere. Vertical here, horizontal there, and sometimes…both.

That has me to thinking about the more β€œfinite” iterations of time. Depends on your vantage point tho. A Saturn V rocket looks quite small from 5 miles away. But if you strap your own ass into one of the couches inside the Command Module that sits atop of a Saturn V rocket? Yeah…they’re actually a pretty big rocket. They go fast too. Which has the effect of making both small stuff big, and big stuff small, and does so in rapid fashion. I wonder how our mind deals with such contrast and contrasts?

I know it’s taken me a while to get used to it. Not that I am really used to it. But going from far outside of Earth/Terra’s atmosphere, to deep within an atom inside of our planet’s crust, all within the span of a single second? Yeah…that shit takes some getting used to. Especially when time starts getting all wonky irrespective of scale(s).

^The Presets – 14U+14ME (Official Video)^

Can you imagine riding a single atom of Hydrogen for billions of years while traversing from the Earth’s crust, and riding that atom all the way to our planet’s core?

I can.
^Digitalism – Falling (Official Video)^

Stay warm Limeys.

Be safe.

❀

^BEACH HOUSE — “LEMON GLOW”^

cYa |Β cFa

^Digitalism – Magnets^

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*Ooh no, it’s much to cold for swimwear, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❀

Missive From ‘Merica: No.85 Part 5 – Sideways

Happy Having-A-Day-Off-From-Work Monday to you, Dear Reader…

*And to you too, Clicky… /looks about… Where’s the link?*

*Thanks! …/pats snout…*

… We’re having a lovely sunny day in Southend. Thoughtful Man read on the news that it’s because of the bad weather in the West – we’re sucking in the good stuff here in the East…

*Or sumthing like that anyway…*

Sew… continuing on from yesterday, Part 5 of The Okie Devil’s weekend missive follows. As received, it was 10 pages of text. Whether turns out as ten posts, well, time will tell…

Enjoy! ❀

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For reasons unknown, whatshername just stuck her head in the door, and asked me if I had heard about the weather.

Whatshername: Have you heard about the weather?

Cade: Um…no, I have not.

I’m sure that a confused and/or perplexed look crossed my face. I may even have shook my head slightly in stunned disbelief at what I was hearing and why.

Whatshername: The weather is gonna drop tomorrow, and it is only supposed to have a high of 68Β°F, and it’s supposed to rain all day.

Cade: OK…noted. The weather is gonna drop tomorrow. Thanks?

Great.

😐

I’ve no idea why she popped in and told me that. I’ve told her nothing about my plans.

It’s currently 19:02 on Saturday evening October 14th, temperature is currently 87Β°F, and current weather conditions are “not a goddamn cloud in the sky”. I guess that’s about to change.

Great.

😐

Checked the weather, and it shows no rain forecast. Tomorrow high of 72Β°F, with a low of 49Β°F.

Chilly.
^Pretty Lights – Finally Moving^

Other than being a respiration test-subject during random grizzly bear encounters, what do I have to offer? Welp…I took some stock earlier in the week, and found that my achievements are quite limited in the “certified as certificated” departments. “Severely lacking” in just about any and every department. Physical, mental, spiritual, academical, you name it…I’m missing it all.

But that does get me to thinking about teaching and learning a bit, and especially teaching. If someone has a “defect” in say…writing ability as it pertains to grammar and spelling…did you not just compound their “problems” by pointing this defect out? Your standards came from somewhere…right? Chances are good, that these standards are as much based on ability as they are inability…correct?

So…if you have so honed these tools, that they are purposed to divide from and NOT to make a space for, is it any really wonder where the failure starts? Perhaps even where it started?

I can’t think of a single teacher that I’ve ever had in a public setting, who were so bound by the shackles of regulation, that they all seemed like whipped dogs trying to perform tricks in order to make their masters happy. That’s why I personally do not make any dogs “beg” for my affections of any kind. I enjoy their companionship, and the companionship is its own reward, within the scope of an almost invisible reward system.

I mean, it’s there…but most people don’t like to look at things that way. They feel that it’s non-empowering or degrading. I like to think of it as acceptance. Acceptance of the obvious. I choose to be in this animal’s life, not vice-versa. I think that’s maybe where “pet” has gotten us a little sideways in some areas. But that’s just me and my thinking.

You're free to do whatever you want.
^WildCat-Ratatat^

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*I love a day off work, me… *

Be sure you join us for the sixth installment of Cade’s missive, Dear Reader… And have a Song πŸ˜‰