Missive From ‘Merica: TFI Friday

*Whoa, Clicky, this is a missive post knot of CLICK5 post… /lights up and smokes…You already posted that on Bastille Day…*

*Oh dear… /plumes smokes… I guess storms are racist now…*

*Those kicks and blows raining down definitely seem racist to me…*

Hello there, Dear Reader. We are most fortunate peeps, in that Cade Fon Apollyon has sent through a second missive this week. I, for one, am very happy about that indeed…

*Oh, do behave. You can write a post tomorrow, Clicky…*

Enjoy!

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¿Yawl Redi Fo Dis?

show yoo wiz

— ó¿ó —

climb ate

∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞

cly mate

∞ = 1 + 0 + -1 = ∞

cull lime eight

∞ = 0 + -1 + 1 = ∞

klye m8

∞ = 1 + -1 + 0 = ∞

kalime ayt

∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞

climate

— ó¿ó —

peace sez und purts
^Jock Jams – Are You Ready For This^

Was directed towards a comment over at the Merovee blog the other day, but I didn’t respond to it. The comment appeared to be regarding something I wrote in the previous whatever, but it didn’t appear to be actually directed at me, so yeah, I didn’t respond.

Did give it some thought tho. 

Next day, went back, there were some followup comments, and have thought about those too, but I’ve not been back since. Virtually everything that I’ve encountered over the past 14 years has been troubling in one way or another. Hence, it’s no surprise to me that something I say/write might be troubling to someone else who reads what I’ve written. Everything I know has been called into question. Everything that I believed in has been challenged. And what was the absolute worst about all of this, is that it all seemed to materialize out of thin air. I wasn’t reading a bunch of crazy shit that “triggered” me, I wasn’t even reading “normal” shit that triggered me. Some really weird shit started to happen, it seemed to happen of its own accord or volition, and I chose to blunder around completely in the dark, unaided, and seeking no outside assistance for what turned out to be almost 5 years.

When I finally did start to dip my toe into the water(s), it would be another 3 years of not being too committal about it before I finally said “aight, that’s it, come hell or high water…time for me to dive in, and do so in pure and honest Cade style”.

CANNON BALL!!!!!!! 

Not sure if I’m actually trying to make a point here other than maybe to say that there is no goal line. There are milestones, but there is no milestone. There are clocks, but there is no clock. There are respites, but there is no respite. There are answers, but there is no answer. All of these things will be true until you personally find out otherwise. And if you feel that you have found out otherwise, and decide to share your findings and spread your good news?

 Good...Fucking...Luck. 

You’ve effectively walked out onto the lawn of that perfect destination you’ve finally reached after all of that searching, dropped your pants, and taken a big shit right in the middle of it. Assuming you were wearing pants. We’re talking about Shambala/Shangri-La after all. Or Eden. Or Heaven. Or whatever. Nudity is usually associated with those kinds of locations and the freedom(s) they provide, and pants may not be requisite.

You might be able to skip a step.
^Grateful Dead – Touch Of Grey (Official Music Video)^

Sharing and describing your “awakening” or “enlightenment” or whatthefuckever is the equivalent of telling all your female friends about the someone you shagged last night and how great the sex was. Or if you are male, bragging to all your buddies about the someone you banged last night and how awesome you were. Yes, your friends may be interested in your tales of tail, but it’s going to be kinda superficial.

Distant.
Detached.
Remote.

They weren’t actually there, they didn’t actually experience exactly what you experienced, so at best they can only imagine in trying to relate. Maybe they themselves have some comparative types of thoughts based upon their own experiences, but these are likely to be just imaginings that are questioning in nature and perhaps even confusing thoughts. These thoughts may even be so confusing that they decide that in order to fully understand this life-changing experience you just had, they themselves need to bang your new fuck buddy. Or even, they may think you’re full of shit because they already have had sex with your new fuck buddy and it was a terrible experience. And what’s worse, the next time you have sex with this person, the sex may not compare to that first experience, but your friends are still going want to know all the details.

How are you supposed to explain to them that…yeesh…the sex wasn’t that great this time, and certainly not as good as that one time. You may be put into a position where you feel compelled to fudge the facts a bit. Maybe even straight up lie. There are afterall appearances to maintain. You placed yourself up on that throne, and you may just decide that you will do anything and everything to stay there. And that’s the problem with thrones. They are designed to be unchanging and immovable, but the chair itself really doesn’t give a fuck who is sitting in it, it doesn’t care the means, modes or methods it took for one to become stationed upon it, and it’s likely to accommodate any old ass.

^Amy Winehouse – Back To Black^

Anyway, the whole nature of relating “spiritual” experiences is very gossipy. Very likely to stir up all kinds of emotions in others even if you and your tales and the way you relate them are Zen as fuck. Prolly why you hear so many in “the spiritual community” rambling on endlessly about the ego. Eventually, all that energy you’ve expended in you relating your stories is going to cause your ego to want a food pellet. It’s gonna be hitting that feeder bar faster than Buddy Rich banging on his drums during a drum solo, and if it doesn’t get some kind of reward, it may just get downright savage in meeting what it perceives as its own needs.

But, that’s a path for you to walk. No fucking way I’m willingly wandering into the mire of trying to instruct you as to how to keep a lid on your own ego. Nor will I even suggest that you should keep a lid on it. I only know that others bang on endlessly about the ego, and you will certainly experience your own ego toying with you as you walk your path.

It's your fucking ego, you figure it out.
^Anabel Englund x Yotto – Waiting For You (Official Video) [Ultra Music]^

None of this is meant to suggest that I personally have reached Enlightenment or attained Samadhi or that I have Ascended or reached Ascension or become an Ascended Master or whatever nomenclature you wanna tack onto these experiences that everyone and their dog has been blabbing about and scrambling for. I have no idea if I’m on the path to Ascension, or even if I’m on a path to Ascension. However I can safely say that some weird shit has most certainly transpired in my life, and both my trying to talk about it, and in my listening to others try and talk their own experiences…fucking lolz

what a bunch of absolute losers. 

It’s most of the time like listening to a 1 year old child from the year 52021 BC try and describe the inner workings of a really fine and complex pocket watch that they somehow miraculously know of and absolutely understand, but they simply do not yet possess the vocabulary to describe it. And even when that child eventually does have the vocabulary to describe this pocket watch, its function(s) and its meaning(s), it is highly unlikely those around them possess the vocabulary to understand it. Sounds haughty as fuck, yeah? You somehow came into possession of some miraculous something, you’ve finally reached the point where you finally can describe this miraculous something…and you’re surrounded by a bunch of mouth-breathing dolts who just flat don’t understand you nor what you’re blathering about. You’re special. So very special. You’re fuckin’ special. You’re a creep. You’re a weirdo. What the hell are you doin’ here? You don’t belong here.

(creds to Radiohead for that last bit)
^Creep – Vintage Postmodern Jukebox Radiohead Cover ft. Haley Reinhart^

Let’s face it…a lot of this crap about “Fake News” is just propaganda created by “mainstream media” or anyone involved with it in order to save their own industry and/or their own asses. The “legitimate press” has their own guild, and they figure that if you want to play in the information game, you have to join their guild and pay them homage. Hence, all these rogues creating their own news streams appear to have so terrified news publishers, that the big players have began to push back. Label everything that is not them or not from them as “Fake News”. And of course, they have a lot of help from public figures of all kinds, because they too are in this guild, even if unofficially. I guess at its core, they don’t like the idea that information is floating around out in public without someone having paid for that information.

And more specifically, payed them. 

Information proliferation is how they make their money, and I’d imagine it drives “the press” absolutely bonkers that information is being given away for free. I’d imagine that, to them, it’s like watching someone dig an oil well or a gold mine, “strike it rich”, then give everything the well or mine produces away for nothing. They can only lament how much cash they would have made were those resources in their hands/under their control.

The other thing that strikes me is that they can no longer control what information is released, when, nor can they control the editorial processes that spin a certain something in the direction they want it to go. They can no longer get the jump on demonizing someone or something. They can no longer get the jump on deifying someone or something. They can no longer plant seeds of doubt. They can no longer hype the hell out of nothingburgers. They can no longer just make shit up when it is in their interest(s) to do so. They can no longer use their position to protect their friends, their own interests or anyone else they are in bed with. They can no longer use their position to smite their enemies. All that power and promise they once had is much diminished, if not gone forever. They no longer hold the reins of The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse, and now those reins are in the hands of rank amateurs. Or worse, the riders themselves now have control of their own mounts. The news and information guilds are fallen, and their unions will fall with them.

With a mighty voice he shouted: “‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling for demons and a haunt for every impure spirit, a haunt for every unclean bird, a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal. For all the nations have drunk the maddening wine of her adulteries. The kings of the earth committed adultery with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.”

Revelations 18:2-3 (NIV)

Would imagine that many of these big publishers are still kicking themselves for not jumping on the e-bandwagon(s) sooner. Had they done so, they would have had a much better jump on protecting themselves and their interests from these “free press” ideas that they despise so much.

^[HQ] Electric Light Orchestra – Mr. Blue Sky^

This type of stuff appears to be happening in virtually every industry and in every infrastructure too. Weird shit transpiring in the periphery that gives an establishment credibility. Hell, for the past 5/6 years, politicians everywhere have been acting weird as fuck, and much of it appears to be because these seemingly tiny groups and/or obscure ideas are irritating the living fuck out of people within government. It’s not like these tiny groups are significant or anything, so why are they being given so much attention?

Governments typically couldn’t give two shits about “the negligible” because their numbers are on the wrong side of the decimal point. Perhaps it’s that large portions of the masses have for the most part so abandoned politicians and politics, that the negligible and insignificant have suddenly become important. But even if that is so, it doesn’t really jibe with this latest move to once again move the negligible into the “insignificant” category with all these SARS-CoV2/nCoV-2019 vaccines and the vaccination process(es). It doesn’t matter if a few people get all fucked up from a vaccine nor even if they die. What matters, is “the many”.

(and “the much”...there are many profits to think about here) 

Anyway, there are many institutions who appear to be engaging themselves via some really obscure means. Including memes. Turns out that a little self-deprecation can go a long way in winning hearts and minds. Shows you’re human and not just some dead stack of papers. Look around you. See if you’re seeing what I’m seeing. Hell, could just be that I’m seeing things.

^Blondie – Rapture (Remastered 2001)^

Hey, I can relate. No one wants to take the time to legitimately join the guild, only to have your position much diminished because average plebs are doing your job for you. Them becoming self-sufficient. You, are supposed to be determining what is adequate/inadequate, not them. You, have the degree. You, have the knowledge. That knowledge is yours. That power is yours. Who the fuck do these people think they are anyway?

Brain surgeons?!?!???? 

What’s most sad about the power-plays is that it diminishes the efforts of those who are actually within the infrastructures and trying to utilize them as best they can whilst maintaining some degree or moral integrity. And by that, I simply mean that they are not trying to leverage the institution(s) for their own personal benefit in a way or ways that is detrimental to the institution(s). They went to school, they studied hard, then they actually got into the system and found out that it was nothing like they were told. They likely have seen shit that would make one’s hair stand on end, but they likely have also seen that there are many within their field who are chugging along and not participating in the shenanigans. Hence, they sally forth figuring that others can keep their integrity in this shit-show, perhaps they themselves can as well.

So, they do just that. 

Whether they realize it or not, they too become beacons within a dark and roiling sea, helping even more lone ships to avoid the rocks. But, even tho there are good people in the systems, there are those who are trying to destroy these systems who simply don’t give a shit if there are good people working hard to make a difference in them or not. The infrastructures themselves and all they represent are the enemies, and much like what happened on September 11th, anyone within them is going to perish. Jesus Christ, Abraham, Muhammad, Buddha and every other big wig throughout history could have been meeting in those buildings that day to discuss how to finally bring peace and prosperity to the entire planet, and it would have not made one bit of difference to whomever orchestrated that shit.

Those buildings were coming down.
^Deee-Lite – Groove Is In The Heart [The Reflex Bootsy & Q-Tip Revision]^

Kinda weird to think of an institution of being representative of only one thing. I can go to Walmart one day and have an encounter with what appears to be the crankiest and most bitter employee in the entire history of commerce, and the next day, I encounter another employee who is friendly and helpful to the extreme.

Q: Are both of these individuals somehow representative of the Walmart Corporation?

A: ???

Or is it more likely that they are representative of what they themselves are doing with the Walmart Corporation’s infrastructure at those particular points in time. Walmart has afforded these individuals with some power, and they are either using that power well, or not. It’s the same shit on the global stage and I admit that I am sometimes floored by the ironies of people utilizing the very tools created by an certain infrastructure in order to destroy that same infrastructure.

“We hate you, and we hate everything about you, but, we'll utilize your toys and play in your game just the same.” 

Being that I am an American, I am likely to be biased a bit as it pertains to certain events. You likely think that I am thinking filthy terrorists hijack Western technology planes they can barely operate, and use them to destroy Western shit. But I’m not. What is really floating around in the back of my mind as I write this is a documentary that I recently watched called…FIN. I watched that movie, and I puzzled and puzzled about what was going on in my own mind whilst watching the movie. Mainly because the movie FIN is damn near an exact echo of the movie Sharkwater.

The movie FIN is not bad, nor is the movie a ripoff of Sharkwater, it just seemed so much like an almost mirror image of the movie Sharkwater that I had trouble figuring out what exactly I was looking at. Made a few initial thoughts, but after sleeping on it, I think that if anything, the movie FIN more stirred up the same old thoughts I had about hypocrisy that Sharkwater did. Here, you have two different interests fighting over the control of a resource…sharks. One wants to kill them, the other wants to “save” them. Ultimately, the control over sharks is actually a fight for control of the oceans themselves. This means that the fight for control of the oceans is also a fight for control of everything in oceans, everything above oceans, everything around oceans, and everything below oceans.

This is MINE! No, it's MINE! This is MINE! No, it's MINE! Etc., Etc.

And now that we have that out of the way, we can now focus on some of the minutiae of the hypocrisies of this fight. In order for Rob Stewart to make his film, he is going to have to utilize astronomical amounts of material that likely had its origins in the ocean. Maybe even came from harvesting sharks. I remember thinking exactly this upon my first viewing of Sharkwater years ago. The ironies of using the ocean(s) and things taken from it/them, as vehicles to “save” the ocean(s). FIN does this exact same thing, although the ironies and hypocrisies are perhaps a tad more glaring in FIN.

Here you have a guy who is more or less in the mainstream movie making industry, relies heavily upon the cosmetics and/or chemical industry to ply their trade, and yet here they are damning the shark trade for providing the very materials needed for the manufacture of cosmetics. Excuse me…they are damning “the illegal shark trade”. Meaning, they are damning those who are not part of the guild and/or not operating according to its charter. We humans seem to so want and desire to get it right, but we’re so nested in doing it wrong and still coming out on top, that all we can do is dream and aspire to doing it right.

We settle.
^AC/DC – Back In Black (Official Video)^

Ever notice what happens in nature when something sends out a distress call? It usually ain’t pretty.

lolz 

Just about everyone in the whole fucking jungle shows up…EXCEPT…for anyone who might actually can help you. Oh sure, they can help put you out of your misery, but that’s about it. That’s the only remedy on the agenda. Something cried out for help, and they wound up on the menu instead of getting the help they wanted. Gotta wonder if this is one of nature’s ways of reducing suffering. You cry for help, and SOMETHING is likely gonna show up. Might be help, more likely to be harm, but you will be seen to.

Any possibility, that a lesson, might actually devour you? That in order for you to advance, the perception may be that you are actually going backwards? Maybe even that you are gaining nothing, and losing everything? Well, if you’ve not thought of it before, maybe you can think about it now. Food for thought.

Heh.
^SAMSARA – Hot for Teacher (Van Halen Cover)^

Medicine is all about taking some thing’s or someone else’s power. That’s actually where this “missive” started. Thinking about the idea of medicine being a power which someone else possesses, that you can take away. Or maybe even a something you can receive if it is given.

But as you can likely tell, some time has passed and I decided to interject some of “the older stuff” and some of “the newer stuff” at the top of the writing instead of the bottom. Or, perhaps you did not notice that. Perhaps you read top to bottom and think that it is chronological. Welp, most of the time that is true, but not always, and not in this case. Sometimes I sit down and write some shiz, but when I come back to add to it, it seems more pertinent to put the new shiz at the top. Or maybe even inject it somewhere in the middle. Not that I spend a lot of time editing this stuff, because I don’t…

that's Roob's job. 

These thing are written for her, and me editing them diminishes the point of this little enterprise. I write, she edits. It could be argued that the more difficult I make things for her, the more of her medicine or power I am taking. But what I was really thinking about was this scene in the movie Dances With Wolves when the locals are having this sit down discussing the stranger, and the character Kicking Bird pipes up about this loner at the fort…

…when I see one white man alone and without fear in our country, I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.

OK, so, say that he does indeed “have medicine”…now what? Someone has some something, are your intentions to borrow some? Get them to teach you how to make it? Steal it from them? Take them in and just bask in it? I guess when we establish that someone has a something we desire, only time will tell what actions we take and why we take them.

^The White Stripes – Fell In Love With A Girl (Official Music Video)^

Confused emotions.

I wrote that several days ago, but cannot recall exactly where I was going with it. 

Confused emotions.

Musta been going somewhere with it, but the thought is gone. 

Confused emotions.

The idea that a more or less typical response is actually tied to an atypical feeling. 

Confused emotions.

Sympathy generates anger. 
Confused emotions.
Fear generates happiness. 
Confused emotions.
Joy generates revulsion. 
Confused emotions.
Why are they supposedly so straightforward and clear-cut. 
Confused emotions.
Surely these things can sometimes mix and match. 

Confused emotions.

Perhaps even some times a seemingly confused something is actually the proper response. 

Confused emotions.

Perhaps I'm just confused. 

Confused emotions.

In any case, I forgot what I was originally gonna write.

Confused emotions.

Guess this will just have to do.
^ELO – Confusion^

cYacFa

^Bryan Adams – (Everything I Do) I Do It For You (Official Music Video)^

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*Fun fact: there used to be nightclubs in Southend at different times called ‘Rain’ and ‘Storm’… /stubs butt… There’s only one nightclub left now though, called Mojo…*

*That is a fucking big syringe, Clicky, sucking out life force…*

Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader… And have a Song…

Missive From ‘Merica: Sophie Sounds Like SoPi

Following on from the last post, Dear Reader, Cade has sent through a missive with diagrams – his diagrams from inside his head – and that are also equations…

kuchi ga sabishii

Since last weekend, I myself have been catching up on the talks by John Lamb Lash on the Sophianic Mysteries…

amaranthine

silentiummaitreya

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HOWDY SASSHAT(S)!!!

This here whatever is gonna be about me. Like…a one-man-band…cept not so much, since RooBeeDoo is also involved in this nonsense

EX: See that image above? That’s SoPi_B01. Contextually, it’s actually SoPi_D01 since it’s the 4th part of a set of equations I’ve been thinking about, but let’s not fixate on the nomenclature(s) and their ordering just yet. Yeah, an equation. That thing above is an equation. There’s numbers and operators in there, ya just gotta look.

Let’s see if I can explain my little hourglass, and how it will hopefully expand a bit on gravity and time, or at least my thoughts on these things. Just keep in mind that I am an untrained and uncertified idiot who tilts heavily towards the dumb end of the spectrum, and this might be kinda fun.

Maybe not.
^One man plays Queen Bohemian Rhapsody^

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Let’s point out the obvious. Does the color/do the colors help? We’re gonna be talking about SoPi, which means we are gonna be talking about Pi, which means that we are gonna be talking rainbows and light at some point, so we’re gonna have to have and think color and colors. You can prolly make out the seven(7)’s and one(1)’s and zero(0)’s quite easily, but you’re gonna have to keep your eyes peeled for embedded shit…

nested shit…
implied shit…

interpretive shit.

Such as…

eleven(11)’s…

equal(s)…

divisor(s)…

additive(s)…

multipliers…

decimals…

letters…
etc…
Yeah...

letters.

Q: Do you see the threes? The fours? The eights? The two’s?

A: No? Lemme see if I can fix that.
^Royksopp – This Space^ f2497-sopi_b03

 

So…

    see the three? We are dealing with Pi, so, we’re gonna need a three(3), right?

There it is.

There’s gonna be an “E” there too. Which means that there is also an “M” in there.

Are you gonna be able to find this shit on your own? Or do I need to point out the two(2)’s in there to help us get to E=MC2?

Can you see the eight(s)? There are at least 5 right in front of you.

7 + 1 = 8.

Make that centerpiece a single one? And the threes on the right and left?

3 + 1 = 4.

3.14

Confused?

Me too.

Hey…I’m making this bullshit up as I go.

/shrug
^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

 

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There’s you an eight(8).

Ya gotta keep in mind, that anything and everything that I do is always in motion. Let’s further relate, and that’ll get us to that infinity bit.

^Mrs, Love/You know my name- Disco ruido/the beatles^

 

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There’s a very good reason that “the sands” flow through my hourglass, and not into or of. You may be able to think of a reason or even some reasons as to why I’ve tried to stay outside of the inside. Maybe you can’t. But maybe it’s clear now that I have at least one reason to stay out of the inside. That said, if you as a mathematician or physicist or chemist or whatever, follow that flow, you’ll maybe start to see a shape/some shapes start to develop outside of our focus. Lines, rings, strings, stings, and it’s gonna get bigger and wackier from there.

Just sayin'.
^Cocteau Twins – Suckling the Mender^

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Maybe that’ll help. Maybe not. We are talking primarily about time here, and that’s what I personally think primarily about…time. Time and motion are simultaneous with me. An uneventful event, is still an event. A non-event type of event is still an event. Thinking like this allows me to think about extremely long and extremely short events. It allows me to think about time backwards. It allows me to think about time, backwards and forwards, at the same time. This allows me to think about all kinds of crazy times that are both moving and not moving, and motions that are moving and not moving…

all at the same time. 

Now all we need, is time to describe these times and motions. Assuming anyone is interested. Why you are interested might be important too. Thinking like this is…erm…painful. No other way I can describe it. To relate…I’ll relate something me and Roob talked about the other day.

^Cocteau Twins-A Kissed Out Red Floatboat^

Imagine that you build a machine that levitates something.

Q: What happens, if you turn that machine off, and the object that you levitated, fails to stop levitating?

A: !!!

Yeah. We are on a planet that is spinning. That leaves us with a couple of things to ponder.

Is this object able to be accelerated?
If so, are you sure you want to do that?

What if it keeps accelerating?

Is this object able to accelerate on its own?

May want to stay the fuck away from it.

But what about the rest of the planet? If this thing starts running into shit, it’s eventually going to start tearing the hell out of anything and everything, as well as everyone. Even if it starts to come apart? So what? A grain of sand traveling @ 1,000 mph is going to be fatal, and even if and when that grain of sand comes apart, now we’ve got microscopic shit flying everywhere, on God knows how many trajectories, and all we can pray for, is that this shit somehow achieves escape velocity before it levels the entire planet.

So add this to your list of things to ponder…if this thing can accelerate, it can decelerate.

Q: What if, after you turn your machine off, and this thing continues to levitate, it immediately starts to decelerate?

A: !!!

Yeah…it may appear to the observer, that this thing is accelerating, but it actually isn’t. It’s headed towards zero-speed. A contextual zero-speed within the Earth’s/Terra’ atmosphere is going to be equally deadly.

^Baddiel & Skinner & Lightning Seeds – Three Lions (Football’s Coming Home)^

Let’s take that thought 100,000 years into the future. Our levitated object has long since been smashed into microscopic particles, and this object and these particles has long since destroyed all life and virtually flattened the planet.

Q: What if visitors drop by?

A: !!!

Yeah. We just doomed the fuck out of them too.

So what am I immediately relating all this shit to?

Welp… high-energy machines.

“Microscopic Black Holes” that are being created by these machines.

Maybe it’s time to start working on a de-levitating machine?

Yeah…think about that for a second.

Should work out well, eh?

And I don’t think a machine, that from the start, is built/designed to do both levitate and de-levitate is the/a answer.

Zero...

contextually…

is scary as fuck.

^Homeless Mustard Sings “Creep” GREATEST Cover EVER – @OpieRadio^

Maybe thinking about some of these things, contextually, will help when thinking about Ozone and/or The Ozone Layer. Yeah, gonna have to incorporate the goings on with respect to nuclear testing, HAARP, radio, television, airplanes/aircraft, spacecraft, satellites, mining, drilling, and shit like that. I mean…how long has the power grid and power grids been active on this planet? Non-stop, 24-7, 365/366 for decades? That’s GOT to have an affect.

Effects even. 

And not just and only here on Earth/Terra. Magnetism is king with respect to gravity, and you can slice and dice all you want to try and make it not so. But the pressure and pressures of The Universe are equally relief valves and systems as they are pressure valves and systems. That makes me think of the process of Kenosis.

Build you up…tear you down.

Build you up…tear you down.

I dunno.
^The Beatles – Hey Jude^

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OK!!!

Now that the happy stuff is out of the way-ish, let’s take a look at SoPi_A01. That’s the bullshit above. This is how we are going to use Pi and SoPi to curve space.

1 + 8 = 9.

That may not make sense now, seeing as how we have a 180° implied in a 90° radius. But you have to keep something in mind…the back of this is as important as the front.

So…90 + 90 = 180.

Front = 90°

Back = 90°

Front + Back = 180°

And yes, those lines outside are one(1)’s.

We’re going to have 88 iterations between 1° and 1° on each side to start our curve, and our curve will give us motion. Like the first tumbler, or the first “tic” in a clock.

^An..t – Orange Juice^

I’m gonna have to take this to paper to proceed. And I’ve no way of making a video, so it’s gonna have to wait.

😐

Sorry, but I need to talk my way through this. I’m sitting here listening to music, and I’ve got a chorus of shit flying around in my head, so I’ve gotta change gears. I could use a change of beers too. Not that I don’t like Keystone…

I just don't have any.

Thanks to Roob for the song.

^The ultimate BEER SONG (99 bottles – Zane Williams)^

Prolly thinking more about thinking than anything. Teaching. Relating. Learning in any and all cases. I cannot change who I am, but I may be able to change who I’ll be. However, won’t I still be who I am? I guess we’ll see.

Or not.
^Hein Cooper – The Art of Escape^

Meh…yeah…I gotta stop here.

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Just thinking, that any time you unwind something, there is going to HAVE to be a simultaneous process that also keeps the wound, wound. More than that, this process will facilitate the need for the process to be able to stop wherever it does.

In the case of light, and especially visible light, maybe this won’t be such a stretch when you think about lasers, and what it takes to create these things, and how these things relate to prisms and rainbows as far as the systems that let us see these things. May also explain a few other things, when you think about these things contextually.

That said, there is going to be times and instances where bonds and relationships are broken or disrupted in ways that we cannot comprehend nor understand. Perhaps even in ways that these bonds cannot be re-connected, and certainly not in the way and ways they were connected previously. So the question is, and remains…

Q: Now what?

A: /me shrugs

I just work here.

^Sigue Sigue Sputnik – Atari Baby^

We know we can get shit wrong, and can afford ourselves the time to do so.

I wonder if we afford ourselves the time to get it correct?

^Cocteau Twins Ella Megalast Burls Forever^
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^You Spin Me Round – Dead Or Alive Tribute Cover – Retrosonica^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Never Brainz Butt It Pores…

I saw a newspaper story yesterday, Dear Reader. I meant to mention it to Cade, but I forgot…

Stanley Park Brains

They might look like props from a low-budget horror film, but these mysterious slimy brain-like blobs are in fact colonies of hundreds of tiny creatures.

The pond-dwelling jellies were recently spotted for the first time in Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada, when they were exposed by low water levels.

The creatures, known as bryozoans, have been around for hundreds of millions of years, long before the first dinosaurs walked the Earth.

And now, it appears, they are spreading – but scientists are unsure why.

 

Fortunately, he’s sent through a missive, set out below…

*No it doesn’t, Clicky…*

*Yeah, okay,  there are some of those… *

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Considering the singular nature of all this duality crap is giving me a headache. Anyone got any Tylenol?

Maybe some Ibuprofen? 

Although, Ibuprofen will tear the shit out of my stomach. But my headache will be gone.

 That's fucked up. 

That said, I wonder if there is any tugging or pulling going on there? I mean like, because of whatever is in that Ibuprofen. It’s got aspirin in it. Aspirin comes from trees. Trees have this springy tuggy kind of action to them. But let’s talk about Tanin. Or Tannin. Then I can bring up “vit D” whatever in the fuck that is, cause someone mentioned it somewhere recently.

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^UMEK – Stealth Your Past (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

I skipped the obvious shit, and looked for something arcane or unrelated, and I found this…

Osteopenia Dx for vit D labs

That led me on one of my wild goose chases, in search of rabbits…wasscally or otherwise…

Osteopenia

“Osteopenia occurs more frequently in participants in non-weight-bearing sports like bicycling or swimming than in participants in weight-bearing sports like powerlifting and running, since bone-loading exercise tends to protect or possibly increase bone mineral density.”

Hmmm...

Get yo fat ass off the bike or outta the pool, and lift some weights you worthless scumbag!

Disordered Eating

Gonna pass on that meal (no pun intended).

Dual-Energy X-ray Absorptiometry

Gonna pass on that deal. But that does get me to thinking a bit about…erm…results. Most medical doctors that I’ve encountered are a shade…conservative.

Unless you are are bleeding out of your eyes, and the doctor is able to jam some cotton-balls in there to stem the bleeding…your particular diagnosis may take some time. Sure, sometimes doctors can nail something right off the bat, and treat it with ease. But do these situations tend to make us feel at ease? Or uneasy? We went in for some trite but unusual situation, and we expected the doctor to diagnose us with full-body cancer and give us less than 24 hours to live.

Yet with the unknowns, we’ll endure barrage after barrage of tests and testing just to put our mind at ease. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I kinda do, but let’s let this one sit for a while, and let’s think on it.

Is that good for you?
^deadmau5 & Wolfgang Gartner – Animal Rights^

Cade: Dad, why are fathers called fathers?

Dad: Because we’ve been father in life than our children.

Cade: Ah. Makes sense.

Dad: It does?

Cade: Yes. But I’ll never have kids.

Dad: Why is that?

Cade: Because you said that I’m too much of a screwup to ever have anyone interested in marrying me.

Dad: You don’t have to me married to have children.

Cade: You don’t?

Dad: Nope.

Cade: Hmmmmm

^Frost – Relocate^

It’s September 1st.

It’s 2017.

It’s 16:33.

Nice sky outside.

It's deep.
^No Mana – What’s Your Wifi^

Been thinking a lot about blood lately, and it’s color. Not red…yellow. Melanin has been bouncing around again here and there lately, and as it would happen, it came up in conversation. That got me to thinking about moles. But that’s not where the conversation went.

What I started thinking about, was energy and energies in the more “scientific” senses or definitions. If there is more than one way in, there are more than one ways out. And with respect to melanin, I got to thinking about some thoughts I’ve had with respect to uranium being a “kicker” of sorts for life. If we follow the trail, everything is going to show up on life’s radar at some point. But where that led me, was to this “source” and “matrix” kinds of thinking.

That led me to moles. I personally have one, and I only have one. There’s going to be more to it than that. Spin without direction, contextually, isn’t going to help us. Not as long as we are looking, and certainly not where we are looking, nor how we are looking.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

That has me thinking a bit about listening. But let’s go somewhere else where we can think…k?

We’re gonna have to talk about nerves at some point, and currently, I’m getting on my own nerves.

^Kalki – Varanasi (Official Music Video)^

Lessee what I can talk about today. Other than myself of course.

Got to see some awesome contrails late last evening. Was gonna make a video and/or take some pictures, but it was too dark and would not have come out. LOADS of moisture in the air, even tho there were no clouds, and as a result, loads of contrails to the west.

D/FW airport has a VOR, and as a result, lots of airways crisscross right over the top of D/FW Airport. There were some cool ones and big ones last night (contrails, that is)…but there was one in particular as I was watching that had a wicked 90° hook in it, where the aircraft had come in from the southeast, and turned almost directly west after crossing over the airport. Hence, I went and grabbed my camera to make a video. The hook really stood out amongst all of the other contrails that were lingering, as these were almost all “more straight” lines crisscrossing each other.

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X Marks The Spot.
^deadmau5 & Feed Me @ BBC Radio 1 Residency (06 JULY 2017) [PART 7]^

The other day, I was out taking some pictures of the post-Harvey sky, because the clouds were simply too beautiful not to share. As I wandered out into the front yard, and while tinkering with my camera…I hear…

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Neighbor: Hi!

Cade: Well hello there!

Dallas sky 2

Neighbor: What are you doing?

Cade: I’m just taking some pictures of this beautiful sky. Stunning isn’t it?

Dallas sky 3

Neighbor: Wow…that is pretty. Ya know…I’ve been out running for an hour now, and I just realized I’ve not looked up even once.

Cade: Welp…you outta look up every once in a while. Never know what you might see. 😉

Dallas sky 4

Neighbor: I guess so.

Cade: Welp…I’m gonna grab some pics real quick before these clouds go away. Nice talking to ya. 🙂

Dallas sky 6

Neighbor: OK…bye.

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She lives two doors down, and is a teacher. I’ve only talked to her once before, but she’s really nice, and has engaged me in conversation both times I’ve talked with her. She’s got three sons that are about the same age as my three children, is divorced, and her boyfriend sorta lives with her. Never spoke with him and only seen him a coupla times. Prolly a nice guy tho. Her kids are nice, she’s nice, so I assume he is also nice. That gets me to thinking tho.

X Marks The Spot.
^OCULA – Ingrained^

Do we really want to know our neighbors? Or is that too much of a risky investment that prolly will go sour at some point? Or do we just want to tell them what they can and can’t do? This IS…our kingdom, afterall. Anything that encroaches upon, or may encroach upon, our kingdom, must be stopped…and it must be stopped now. So…

sorry

…ain’t gonna finish that thought. My stomach just knotted up at traveling that pathway. Tired of punching…tired of being punched…tired of undenting dents.

Q: Is a fender on a car dented prior to an accident?

A: Food for thought.

P.S. – Your neightbor may not want to know you (dessert for thought).

^Kayve – Cervos^

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Yesterday…I wandered out front to check the weather and dig in the rocks in the driveway…when suddenly…a car appeared in the street…driving my way…I recognized it…waved…and it pulled up in front of the house…and stopped in the street. So…I walked out that way, and the window on the passenger-side started to drop…

Cade: Well hello there.

X Mom-N-Law: Hi!

Cade: How are you?

X Mom-N-Law: I’m fine how are you?

Cade: Not bad. How was Oregon and/or South Dakota?

X Mom-N-Law: …

I’m gonna stop the convo there, because it’s private. Just glad she is home safely.

I did learn that my ex-aunt-law, is not doing so well, which made me sad, and it makes me sad to think of it now. I also learned, that her husband is retired…I did not know this. He was a Sunflower and Soybean farmer, and also owns like a 2,000/3,000 acre hunting ranch up there that one of their daughters run. I think it’s mostly Pheasant. I dunno…I guess he either sold most of his land, or pays someone to work his lands, or sub-lets it and someone else works it or something. Anyway…it was nice to talk to my x-mo-n-la.

^No Mana – Slow Motion^

Q: Why is space black?

A: !!!

No light? Hmmm….

Q: What happens when you take every color there is, and mix them together?

A: Black.

I was talking to someone yesterday, and the topic of prisms came up. As we talked, “my” equation was buzzing around in my head, as was Pi. Namely…Sopi…something that I had thought of just recently. It’s gotten me to thinking about how Pi is less about circles, other shapes and even math, than it is about motion. What am I getting at here?

Calculation.

This is prolly gonna be a sticky topic, because both time and work are gonna have to be pondered here, which means that math and shapes are gonna also have to be considered.

So…let’s do it the easy way…color(s) + sound(s).

^UMEK – Presence of Devious (Original Mix) [Tronic]^

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Google search – How Many Colors Are There?

Computer - 16,777,216

“They have shown that we can see about 1000 levels of light-dark, 100 levels of red-green, and 100 levels of yellow-blue for a single viewing condition in a laboratory. This means that the total number of colors we can see is about 1000 x 100 x 100 = 10,000,000 (10 million).”

How many colours exist in this world?

Color Depth

What I’ve been thinking about, is this recurring “88” business here and there over the past few years, and the more eccentric meanings behind this number.

Welp…88 is as important as any other number…because without 1-87?…we would have no 88. So…what I’ve been pondering for a while now is the correlation between light, gravity, strings, and quantum mechanics. This means we cannot leave out Newtonian nor Relativistic thinking, because we are talking about light.

Where this is gonna get sideways, is my postulation that light and/or photons, can stop completely/have no speed at all. If you stop blaming our Sun/Sol…and ONLY our Sun/Sol, for all light that we see/perceive, we can think maybe about energy and energies that are more aggregated that we give credit for.

So yeah…were about to walk the path of lasers and reflection and refraction…and THEN…we’re gonna wind that prism created rainbow right back up and send it on it’s merry way.

^Public Enemy-Fight The Power^

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What has puzzled me, is what is actually going on within a prism that is bending a beam of light at 90° and producing a rainbow on the other side.

What I came up with, is that there has GOT to be some shit going on between A and B that is being missed…and not just some angle. There HAS to be a back and forth, and up and down, and side to side, and every fucking whichaway going on there to unravel, dethread/rethread and unwind that light.

Yeah…strings are gonna have to be more dynamic than just “strings” or even “strings with stings”. Contextually, sometimes anyway, these strings are prolly gonna need to make some unusual shapes to travel to wherever it is they want to go…ESPECIALLY if it’s somewhere they don’t want to go. So…let’s talk about heat for a minute.

^Pop Will Eat Itself – X, Y & Zee^

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I’ve mentioned that “The Universe” is prolly well versed and well rehearsed in the nature of burns and burning. What The Universe is NOT well versed in?

You. 

Kindof a…”getting to know you” thing going on here as best as I can tell. Were it not so, I prolly wouldn’t be allergic to this place. Anyway, there is prolly no element that we know of that prolly cannot assume any shape at any time under the correct contextual circumstances. There is also prolly no limit to the amount of mass that a particular element cannot achieve…contextually. So…let’s hop over Einstein’s postulation that approaching the speed of light will cause that particular something to achieve infinite mass.

A: Strings

Prolly either gonna dial that speed back…or give it a poke to “push it over the hump”…if you will. Prolly gonna need to think about branes here. Branes not brains. I have none of the latter, and the former is still under peer review (I am my own peer…I hope I pass).

^Upular | Pogo^

So I’m thinking about the number of transactions that are required, to unwind a photon.

Q: What happens to a photon once it is unwound?

A: Bubbles.

That’s my thinking. If you keep water in mind, then think about rainbows, then stop limiting the size of particles and particulate, then stop limiting speed and speeds, then stop limiting proximate and contextual origins and longevities…we can prolly figure out why black holes are so goddamn…black.

It's not all about speed. 

SOMETHING has to be keeping those speeds in check. What better way, to measure speed…than…infinite speed(s). That will allow for every speed in between….so yeah…colors and sounds. I get the feeling that silence is actually rather fucking loud, and it has a tendency to block the shit out of some stuff, and not so much to others.

Q: How loud is pain?

A: ...

Q: How loud is joy?

A: ...
^deadmau5 – Phantoms Can’t Hang^

What I grasped at yesterday during the course of mine and Roob’s conversation was/is…

88 permutations of light between 1° and 90° within the prism. This is based on a 7-dimensional model mathematical model, Px3/Tx4 that relies on my ∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞ formula to calculate any number, backwards and forwards, at the same time, using only 1’s.

It’s going to be holographic in nature with respect to displaying the requested number…but the matrix itself is nothing but infinite sets of 1’s with a zero base. There will be two zeros in the set, origin…destination, but at some point, both the origin and destination will be the same. Afterall, what we are trying to do, is calculate some really ridiculously large numbers from point A, and wind up back at A with our answer. I need my son’s formula to make this work.

Q: How much is “infinite” in this instance/these instances.

A: All the way.

Q: How much is that?

A: I dunno.

Information is heavy. It has to be. Our planet alone is touted to have of mass of God only fucking knows what…so yeah…shitloads of information there. So let’s bend an infinitely long straight line, that has infinite mass, so that it fits into a space the size of a pinhead.

Once we do that…

Q: Where does the space go?

A: I will not suggest inflation nor how it works here...not now anyway 😛
^David Bowie – Space Oddity [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

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We’ve got us a beam of photons that are all connected in a chain, and coming in from Galaxtar 19…and Galaxtar 19 is on the far side of The Universe. Photon 1 arrives, passes straight through The Earth/Terra…

Q: What does Earth/Terra do 24/7?

A: It spins.

That wasn’t such a long walk now was it?

Oh…should I have used Neutrinos instead of Photons?

Just doing what I’ve been taught to do.

Iron clad and written in stone today = Sitting in a dustbin collecting space dust tomorrow.

^Morrissey – I Don’t Mind If You Forget Me^

Why I personally have been seeing for some time now, is triangles and circles working together to shear light. Imagine a large empty black space, that is fucking FULL of rainbow circles and triangles, that are bouncing around each other, keeping both of their shapes intact, while simultaneously keeping the colors themselves orderly and intact.

Q: What is keeping these shapes intact that allows them to order both themselves AND the spectrum of light?

A: The spectrum of light is more than just light, and is surrounded by all fucking KINDS of energy and energies.

What do they all have in common?

Motion. Motionlessness is STILL motion. 

Relativistically…it simply has none contextually. So…if we take into consideration the speed and speeds of our planet, as well as the speed and speed of our solar system…we could be entangled with and lugging around some fucking HUGE photons that are not only actually moving quite fast, but also maybe some aggregate factors that allow smaller and more numerous photons to more easily translate and traverse this space and these spaces.

Like attract like.

Opposites attract.

Like signs repel.
The weak force(s) is/are the strongest of all.
Takes a lot of strength to not do something.

Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Sorry…just…chanting a mantra here 😉

^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) (Lyric Video)^

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Tis now 03:55 in the AM on Saturday September 2nd, and I’m pooped.

Plus, poor Roob had to return to work after a week’s vacation, and I don’t want to send her another monster like the last one…so…I’ll can it here.

But yeah…you can get it apart, but can you put it back together?

If so, what is the result?

Methinks Uranium has a useful function that we might be overlooking for the sake of the now.

I gots some ideas.

Let’s figure it out.

Or not.
^Depeche Mode – Stripped (Kaiser Complex Reconstruction Remix)^

A parting query tho…

Q: Why do the work, when someone or something will do it for you?

A: ???
^deadmau5 – Raise Your Weapon^
220px-tetrix_projection_fill_plane:/ Looks like New Orleans may be out. :/
^Alice | Pogo^

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^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^

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*Alright, Clicky… /looks at clock… Oops! It’s getting late now…/stretch and yawns… Pick us a Song to finish with…*

Enjoy your Sunday, Dear Reader and… Have a Song 😉

Missive from ‘Merica: Crump et Waffles

Oh! */looks embarrassed…* Excuse me, Dear Reader */wipes chin…* I’m afraid you’ve caught me tucking into a giant crumpet…

*Oi! You’re to stay below the rainbow snowflakes, Clicky! /squint… Cade’s provided a wavy wall of words for you to splash about it… /scoops up stray gloop of butter and strawberry jam with finger… Go on, go splash… /sucks finger…*

As I was saying, Dear Reader, my Okie Devil chum from Texas has penned another missive for you, which you will find below. I’ll just let you get on with it whilst I’ll finish eating… */small burp…* my enormous toasted treat. Enjoy!

*/loses rag… I shed bellow, Kicky… /blows crumbs…*

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As I continue on my journey down the ladder to Wizardom, or, Wizard-dumb, as it were…I can’t help but wonder…

Q: Where exactly did this motherfucker begin?

A: ?¿?

I mean, were supposed to be good at shit right? Experts. Wizards. Geniuses. Masters. But we start at zero right? Then work our way up from there? If I was EVER at fucking zero, I’ve long since been kicked off that fucking ladder of ascension, that I have descended so fucking far that no one even knows that I’m there. Just kinda…chillin’…seeing where this shit goes. I mean, they do say that you pass the same people on the way down that you do on the way up. But what if you are a total dumbass like me? Did they give me some kind of grading curve, and start me off at a level that was so far advanced and beyond my abilities “just to help a brother out”…that I had nowhere to go but down? Not that I mind going down on an available female when available…but yeah…when does THAT ever happen? Not that you would know or anything.

But I digress.

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So I watched part of a documentary yesterday on GMOs and Monsanto and other popular corporate whipping post types of companies that are fucking around with this shit…when I got a text message…

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Y: Hi ya!!!
Cade: You smoking pot?
Y: no smoking pot against the law
Cade: Weird. Illegal plants. Doesn't bode well for GMOs eh? ;)
Y: Not so much.

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I guess what really fucking blows my mind, is remembering why I stopping “researching” shit like this in the first place. First, the documentarians and opponents were always ranting at some public protest or rally sounding as if they are ready to grab some torches and a shitload of gasoline, and burn the whole fucking planet down. The proponent are, as usual, mysteriously absent because they refuse/decline to be interviewed and/or are always shown through government channels of being approved for this that or the motherfucking other, or through some sort of documentation from lawsuits or patents or some shit…shrouded behind the laws of commerce through government(s). Ironic that everyone is trying to look under each other’s dresses when pornography is so readily and freely available on The Internet and elsewhere.

The fact that companies are now claiming ownership to plants? Genetically modified and sold as seed and or ready to plant plants/seedlings, or other “spread via natural processes” in neighboring fields via whatever process led to the germination of seeds in proximity to “other man-made processes”…um…I am really REALLY fucking perplexed here. But I’ve been snaking my way through Afghanistan and Turkey and Russia and Europe and North and South America, tracing the flow of certain plants and certain plants’ certain extracts and whatnot…and I’m seeing so many patterns, that I’m not sure what to make of it all other than the obvious.

Think: “Air America” and similar types of channels to be swum or being swum.

Q: When you swim in certain channels and in certain waters, what kind of a fish does that make you?

A: !!!¿?¿?¿!!!

Won’t be long till you own the entirety of The World/Earth/Terra eh?

Q: Then what?

A: …—…

Just a suggestion.

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As we continue to observer the obvious…it would appear to remain obvious that everything is connected. Even when isolated and/or hidden. It’s still connected, it just connected to the disconnect section of connections.

Makes it easier to spot. 🙂
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Materials Science 

Lemme stop right there for those who aren’t reading this shit anyway…

Q: What is NOT…”materials science?”

A: ???

Still remembering the observer(s) and time(s)? I sure as shit hope so. Because so far? I can only see one thing that appears to have been designed to last forever. And as far as I can tell? Even that wasn’t designed to last forever. Not in it’s current and present state anyway. That said, there still DOES appear to be that mysterious “data retention” aspect of The Universe that is so fucking self-evident, and so fucking elusive, that it has to be there. I mean…if it isn’t…

Q: How are we having this conversation?

A: I have some/a pretty goddamn good idea(s).

Weird...Eh?

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So yeah…had some more “Earth Shattering” types of revelations/discoveries yesterday and last night, but I can’t write about them here. Why? Um…I’m trying to keep this poor lady’s sanity in mind with respect to just how fucking much babbling I’m prepared to subject her and her own personal blog to. She asked me to write, I was/am flattered, so I’m writing. That said, I don’t wanna disrespect her territory. Just like I didn’t want to disrespect the whatchacallit forums territory. Nor do I try and disrespect any of the blogs or whatever that I comment at’s biz. But I do find it ironic that many of these people and their sites champion the notion of being “crusaders for asking the hard questions”…yet, when it comes to taking the “hard questions” themselves, they tend to be kinda limp and/or wishywashy. Waffley even. I personally think that there is a difference between confusion/being confused and willful dismissal and/or rejection as to the validity of questions and comments and observations. Yes. Difficult questions are difficult. Maybe the difficulty is more widespread than you give it credit for. So widespread, that it may even be evasive and elusive, because you refuse to accept it when it is dropped right in your fucking lap.

Simplify.

Maybe if you take the “difficult” out of “difficult questions”…you’ll just have “questions.”

That “cult” part is more revealing sometimes than it seems eh?

The “diff” between “cult” and “difficult”…may be the questions about questions themselves.

(clever pun goes here...AVERTED!!!)

The video below is the kind of shit that really blows my fucking mind.

Q: How much “nuclear fuel” was actually in this “cask” when this rocket power train smashed into the test truck+cask?

A: Lemme guess…zero.

Kinda…nullifies your result(s) eh?

Q: Who/what else, was missing from this “test.”

A: Is the answer…everyone and everything that was?

Now. Let’s think about time and times over time over time over times. (Seeing as how you fucks are stuck in this goddamn “interdimensionality” bullshit with no regard whatsoever for any of them at all, let alone “the now” in that whole fucking train wreck of a theory that I understand better than most at my own fucking peril….

Q: Do you test every single “nuclear fuel cask” in this way before sending them out into the world?

A: Why not?

I dunno. Maybe a damaged cask would be better out in “the real world” than a brand new “built to precise specifications” cask would be. They sure as shit ain’t routing any “nuclear fuels” through your gated communities are they? Fuck it. If you are gonna ship that shit through my neighborhood every fucking day without my knowledge or consent? Gimme a leaky fucking container. At least that way? When something bad happens? We won’t have a securely sealed ticking time bomb sitting out in my front yard for the next 600,000 years that no one knows what the fuck to do with, because the “nuclear fuel” is so goddamn agitated from the whathaveyou, that it can’t be moved for fear of making the goddamn thing explode.

Chernobyl?

Fukushima?

   Gasses?                               Fluids?

Liquids?

   Seepage in?                      Seepage out?

Tides?

Times?

Legacy?

Legacies?

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I dunno. I gots no answers.

Just a shitload of really irritating questions, and a metric fuckton of time in which to ask them.

Noisy.

For those who may be reading this shit, who are or are not unfamiliar with “my” formula…

∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞

Think of it like this.

1 = The largest large number.

-1 = The largest small number.

Q: What does that make “0”

A: Big.

And if you think THAT is big…you ain’t seen “nothin” yet.

(Pun intended..obviously-ish)

Further explanation = delayed due to weather.

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*CLICKY! /peers up and sighs… CLICKY! YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW! /waits and mutters… I should have known… exactly the same as over at Sync Miss… /cups hand to mouth… CLI-*

*-KEY… Oh there you are, you great lummox! Come on, put the timer on and we’ll go to bed… What? …/listens… Yes of course you can come back again tomorrow and splash about some more… /shakes head with bemusement… You’re doing the fucking early shift, Clicky – I’m having a lay in…*