Sunday Sonday

I thought today, Dear Reader, that I would try to recreate a shamble that I posted in 2013 over at – the now defunct – Sync Miss For Him

hymn

*Hmm… /flicks lighter… I prefer ‘him’, Clicky, but hymn sounds like him, so I guess it could be hymn… /lights up…*

Whilst doing so, I hope to connect the connections I made then to some current syncs and themes being exposed/explored by Christopher Knowles and his reader-commentators over at The Secret Sun blog.

Sew let’s start. It started with a Song…

Strawberry Fields Forever” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles. It was released in February 1967 as a double A-side single with “Penny Lane”. The song was written by John Lennon and credited to the Lennon–McCartney songwriting partnership. Lennon wrote the song in Almería, Spain, where he was filming a role in the anti-war comedy How I Won the War. He drew inspiration from his childhood memories of playing in the garden of Strawberry Field, a Salvation Army children’s home near to where he grew up in Liverpool.

What particularly interested me was the accompanying video that was filmed on the 30th and 31st of January 1967 in the deer park surrounding Knole House in Sevenoaks, Kent. I hadn’t seen it before and I was struck by what occurred to me as the first appearance of a soon to be very famous science fiction character…

*/drags… John Lamb Lash mentioned the connection between the Kubrick‘s ‘HAL’ and the Coptic word ‘Hal’ for Archon simulation, Clicky… /taps ash…*

*Knowles and Knoles has the same root etymology, Clicky… /puffs… ‘knoll‘…*

Knole House is interesting in that it is considered to be a sort of ‘Calendar House’  – 365 rooms, 52 staircases, 12 entrances and seven courtyards. I was a little surprised to find a ‘Cade‘ reference alongside ‘Fiennes/Fine/Feyn‘ in the early history of the house. It would be fair to say that observation wouldn’t have meant anything at all to me back in 2013, when crafting the original shambles…

Christopher Knowles over at The Secret Sun has for the past 9 months been following a rich seam of syncs surrounding the life, loves and music of the singer Elizabeth Fraser of Cocteau Twins

‘The Frasers are believed to have come from Anjou in France. The name Fraser may be derived from Fredarius, Fresel or Freseau. Another suggestion is that the Frasers were a tribe in Roman Gaul, whose badge was a strawberry plant (fraisier in French). The first Fraser to appear in Scotland was in about 1160 when Simon Fraser held lands at Keith in East Lothian .’

… And the explosion of Vega/Vegan/Vegas syncs in the media… 

Las Vegas (/lɑːs ˈvɡəs/, Spanish for “The Meadows“)’

Meadows are fields… Like a paddock

Vega (n.)

1638, bright northern star, the alpha of Lyra, from Arabic (Al Nasr) al Waqi translated variously as “the eagle of the desert” or “the falling vulture” (or bird).

*Las Vegas and a vulture… /puffs… That fucking ad is on my Twitter feed constantly at the moment, Clicky…/snorts smoke…*

*/raises eyebrows… In-fallible with a strawberry, Clicky… Interesting… /final drag…*

The garden strawberry was first bred in Brittany, France, in the 1750s via a cross of Fragaria virginiana from eastern North America and Fragaria chiloensis, which was brought from Chile by Amédée-François Frézier in 1714. Cultivars of Fragaria × ananassa have replaced, in commercial production, the woodland strawberry (Fragaria vesca), which was the first strawberry species cultivated in the early 17th century.’

Pink News John Mahoney death

I had a bit of a ‘Mandela Effect’ myself this week, when I read that the dad in the sitcom ‘Frasier’, John Ma-honey, had died

*That’s where I knew him from! …/sucks teeth… To be honest, I thought he was already dead, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

grey crowned crane

*Ah, a grey crowned crane… They did an episode with a crane…*

Frasier remains one of my favourite comedies and I still watch clips of it on YT. The pilot episode ‘The Good Son‘ was probably the most perfect pilot episode ever made, introducing the main characters practically fully formed… Touched by an Angell

strawberry angel delight.gif

Anyhoo, I’m sure I’ve missed out loads from my original shamble, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this one all the same. Doo go and have a perusal of The Secret Sun’s scribblings; it’s completely fascinating. In fact there is a new post up now, so that’s my early evening sorted 😉

Enjoy the coming week, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memo Mia

I’ve the afternoon off from PAing, Dear Reader…

flexitime

*Ha! …/flicks lighter… Gotta say, Clicky, the flexitime at work is fucking BRILLIANT! …/lights up…*

…And I thought I’d do a shamble about #releasethememo

*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*

*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*

memo (n.)

1889, shortening of memorandum (q.v.).

memorandum (n.)

early 15c., from Latin memorandum “(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus “worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare “to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.

…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…

*It looks like Donna could be dead, Clicky…*

Donna

*Heh! Donna the PA assistant to The Doctor… /deep drag… Of course, Clicky, Meryl was also Sophie…*

morpheus choice

*Give or take… /rolls eyes… some choice! …/stubs butt… Memento/\Matrix, though… /thinks… No! One shamble at a time, Clicky…*

g5zjz8

*/:D… Perfick, Click… /flicks lighter and lights up…*

… And then Cade DMed me with a story, Dear Reader… Cue selfies 😉

Cade asks Roob if she's seen the letter

A story of release via escape, with a future plea in the past…

A letter emerged…’

Colon Capital D

*Frank? Witch one? Red and Blue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*

‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.

U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.

‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeral disguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’

Clara

*The ‘A Gender’ Agenda? …/puffs merrily…*

Cade Roob Memo Mercury Laugh

*The goddess of memory is Mnemosyne … /fills lungs with smoke… John Lamb Lash says she’s an aspect of Sophia… /blows smoke rings…*

*/coughs uncontrollablyYou can say that again! *

Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…

Cade pix The Queers Don't Back DownCade pix Yellow postit inside album

He explained…

Cade explains and apologises

Sew, I told him

… And he sent me some lemon and limey postit memos in return… 😀

It’s now Thursday evening, Dear Reader, and I’ve got ironing to do yet… Work tomorrow…

giphy

*/final drag… Nice one, Clicky… /stubs butt… Thanks for your help this afternoon… /pats snout…*

Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Lashings Of It

Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…

*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*

*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*

*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*

I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!

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I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.

Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^

Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…

(lolz...bit below...lolz)

With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.

^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^

I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.

No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh? 

We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?

^Clio – Faces (1985)^

I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species –  is causing changes or damage in other species.

YA THINK?!?!?!? 

You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!

Killed it in cold blood!!!

I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.

^Fugazi-Waiting room^

Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.

Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.

Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.

Are they in captivity? 

Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.

Seems to be more going on there. 

Are we being good observers? More than that…

Are we being good participants? 

I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.

^The Stone Roses – I Wanna Be Adored^

LET’S GET NAKED!!!

Adoration
Hand-Kissing
Kowtow
Proskynesis
Prostration
Bowing
Genuflection
Kneeling
Thai Greeting
Namaste
Hierarchy
Insubordination
Discrediting Tactic
Destabilisation
Setting Up To Fail
FIFO (Computing And Electronics)
Fit In Or Fuck Off
Culture Of Fear

Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?

I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.

Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.

I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.

^the flowers – after dark^

Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.

I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.

Um...isn't this kinda dangerous? 

Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.

Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?

A: How do you know?

What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).

^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^

We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.

But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’S a concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.

If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.

/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^

Life treating you OK today?

Good. 

Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.

Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.

^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^

Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.

EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?

Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not just and only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.

Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^

I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.

So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?

rofl

Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.

If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.

Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.

But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides

...right? 

Or have we already forgotten some context?

^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^

Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.

As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.

Six Flags Over Texas

My favorite is “The Runaway Minetrain”.

Runaway Mine Train (Six Flags Over Texas)

The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.

Nothing. 

Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.

^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^

Wanna take a ride?

^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.

Hence, chance is on your side.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.

Hence, chance is not on your side.

Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.

Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.

^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^

When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.

How ironic...eh?

Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.

Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐

^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^

Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…

Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.

Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.

Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.

Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?

Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?

Really?

What did you have for contrast?

Just and only…say…a clock?

Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?

Were you on/in an airplane?

Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?

Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?

Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?

^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^

I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.

^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^

cYacFa

^Virna Lindt – Underwater Boy^

*******

*Oh, so you’ve come back? …/final drag… No, it wasn’t that funny… /stubs butt… Go get a Song… /sigh…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… ❤

 

On The Lash: See Harlot Working…

National Treasure Riley Are You Crying

*That’s from… um… /shakes lighter… National Treasure! Thoughtful Man and I really enjoyed that movie, Clicky… /lights up*

John Lamb Lash posted another talk yesterday, Dear Reader, in which he disclosed more about the terma he received from Gaia Sophia on 08.08.08, and specifically the ‘killing spell’ he intends to cast later this month. For instance, when, where, why, butt knot for whom…

*Knot yet anyway… /drags… I’m feeling a bit dubious about this, Clicky… /streams smoke… He calls it the ‘Charlotte Working’…*

Charlotte

‘fem. proper name, from the French fem. of Charlot, a diminutive of Charles. Meaning “apple marmalade covered with bread-crumbs” is attested from 1796, presumably from French (where, however, the dessert name is attested only from 1804), possibly from the fem. proper name, but the connection is obscure. Perhaps from some French dialect word. Compare Middle English charlette(mid-14c.) “dish containing meat, eggs, milk, etc.,” said to be probably from Old French char laité “meat with milk.”

‘The city in North Carolina, U.S., was settled c. 1750 and named for Princess Charlotte Sophia (1744-1818), who married George III of England in 1761; Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, also was named for her (1763).’

*Oh, that’s right! Helen Mirren played her on the silver screen… /drags… I knew she grew up local like, Clicky, I didn’t know she was born in Queen Charlotte hospital, though… /blows smoke ring…*

*Whoa! She plays ‘The Mother’ in the sequel! I forgot about that… Dr Emily Appleton… /smokes and thinks… Ap-parently, for the killing spell there’ll be an app, a-cording to Lashy…*

*Figure out the importance of the ship-shape pipe… /taps ASH… press the button… Voila…*

Meerschaum (n.)

type of soft white clay, 1784; from 1789 as “tobacco pipe with a bowl made of meerschaum clay,” from German Meerschaum, literally “sea-foam,” so called from its frothy appearance; from Old High German mari “sea” (see mere (n.)) + scum “scum” (see skim (v.)). A loan-translation of Latin spuma maris, itself said to be a loan translation of Greek halos akhne, from Persian kaf-i-darya.

deadpool

*Quite! … /final drag… I wonder who’ll it’ll it be, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

I’m keeping this post short, Dear Reader, as I’ve got lots to do tonight to get ready for work tomorrow. No doubt there’ll be another talk before 16th January, the date Lashy casts the spell. Enjoy your Sunday evening and… Have a Song ❤

On The Lash: Rumble Wrangle Shamble

Rumble (n.)

late 14c., from rumble (v.). Slang noun meaning “gang fight” is from 1946. Meaning “backmost part of a carriage” is from 1808 (earlier rumbler, 1801), probably from the effect of sitting over the wheels; hence rumble seat (1828).

Rumble (v.)

late 14c., “make a deep, heavy, continuous sound,” also “move with a rolling, thundering sound,” also “create disorder and confusion,” probably related to Middle Dutch rommelen “to rumble,” Middle High German rummeln, Old Norse rymja“to shout, roar,” all of imitative origin. Related: Rumbledrumbling.

Rumble (transitive verb)

British to reveal or discover the true character of

John Lamb Lash put out three new videos late on Friday evening, Dear Reader. I listened to the first in the dead of night…

*Hmm… /lights up… Unleashing the word ‘Tzaddik’ was like dropping a nuclear bomb? Yikes!*

*And Wonder Woman owns a hotel? …/lights up… In Neve Tzedek?*

I have to say, that first talk was uncomfortable listening. So I talked to Cade about it…

Roob and Cade discuss jll and force for good 1Roob and Cade discuss jll and force for good 2

*/drags… Ahh… a selfie with Cade, Clicky? …/pats snout… Thank you…*

Contrary to Tim Ottevanger’s view (Letters, 16 October) of the Molotov-Ribbentrop pact of August 1939, a pact that astonished the western world, I think it was one of the most significant in the last 200 years. At that time any intelligent observer, including Stalin, knew that the Nazis planned to eradicate Bolshevism and to gain Lebensraum in eastern Europe. The Soviets were engaged in a gigantic educational, agricultural and industrial transformation lasting less than a score of years, a process that took the UK over a century. They had to ensure that they were capable of defeating an onslaught from the greatest military machine ever known. The pact not only gave the USSR an extra 22 months of further industrialisation, but also allowed it to occupy eastern Poland after the Nazis attacked it on 1 September 1939. But for this extra 100+ miles of “buffer zone” the Nazis would have probably captured Moscow in 1941 and much land beyond it. Instead, as Churchill said, the Soviets “ripped the guts out of the Wehrmacht”. But for this the Nazis would have won the war in Europe with cataclysmic implications for the UK.
David Davis
Chesterfield

I gotta say, they kinda fucked up there, if stopping Bolshevik Zenosh taking over Europe was the Nazis’ sole ‘good’ intention…

*Ah, Cade’s little boy sounding “See ya!”s at the end of vids are so sweet… /stubs butt…*

Wrangle (v.)

late 14c., from Low German wrangeln“to dispute, to wrestle,” related to Middle Low German wringen, from Proto-Germanic *wrang-, from *wrengh-, nasalized variant of *wergh- “to turn,” from PIE root *wer- (2) “to turn, bend.” Meaning “take charge of horses” is by 1897, American English. Related: Wrangledwrangling. The noun is recorded from 1540s.

The second and third of Lashy’s videos I listened to yesterday, in the fading afternoon light. The first of those was also a talk concerning Miss Attribution

*/cough… The Aztec name bestowed upon him means ‘Smoking Mirror’? …/coughs uncontrollably… Fuck Off! …/lights up… And he even quotes from the gospel of Philip… /chortles…*

*”Easy on the throat”… /puffs merrily… Sounds familiar, Clicky…*

And the words…

Holocaust (n.)

mid-13c., “sacrifice by fire, burnt offering,” from Old French holocauste (12c.), or directly from Late Latin holocaustum, from Greek holokauston “a thing wholly burnt,” neuter of holokaustos “burned whole,” from holos “whole” (from PIE root *sol- “whole, well-kept”) + kaustos, verbal adjective of kaiein “to burn” (see caustic).

Originally a Bible word for “burnt offerings,” given wider figurative sense of “massacre, destruction of a large number of persons” from 1670s. The Holocaust “Nazi genocide of European Jews in World War II,” first recorded 1957, earlier known in Hebrew as Shoah “catastrophe.” The word itself was used in English in reference to Hitler’s Jewish policies from 1942, but not as a proper name for them.

And ‘Hollow Cost’…

*And what’s the ‘hollow cost’ to virtue signalling, I wonder, Clicky? …/taps ASH…*

Of course, Dear Reader, your understanding of this shambles is wholly hinged on whether or not you listen to either or both of of the talks from Mr ‘Smoking Mirror’. Perhaps you’ll enjoy the third video which was not a talk as much as a rendition

Mythophrenia in Action

Illustration: EPI KALF is an estuary on M 31, the Andromeda Galaxy which harbors a world that mirrors life on earth. It is the doubling of the Skeena estuary in British Columbia, Canada. The mirror world on M 31 in the Syrene Limb is the cosmic site for the control group corresponding to the divine experiment with the Anthropos on earth. Life-forms on M 31 including all human doubles are superporous and magnified: the span of your hand, say, 15-20 cm or 6 to 8 inches from tip of thumb to tip of little finger — hold it out and measure it, with hand spread! — is magnified 8-9 times under the conditions on Andromeda. If you are five and a half feet tall here, you are about 45 feet tall there, and superporous like pumice.

https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jeubFgltT…

Your Andromedan double is a non-identical mirroring and does not resemble your actual physical form and figure here on earth. But you have the same gaze as your double, which you cannot detect in ordinary conditions of awareness due to not recognizing the operation of its returning or reflecting action: you are “blind-sided” by its power. Your gaze is reflected back to you from the mirror world in M 31. Asuramaya on M 31, “The Physics of Beauty”, Sloka Five of Translations from the Andromedan

http://www.metahistory.org/dynamyth/t…

This passage in the Translations introduces or cues “the revelation of the method” for Gaian Tantric magic: “No mystery without apposition.” The technique of apposition is the first requirement for learning how to master and demonstrate magic power linked to the agency of the Aeonic Mother.

Orientation: http://www.metahistory.org/MYTHOPHREN…

Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through skills of divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.

*Leggy will fall sleep if he listens to that! …/drags… I know! Clicky, get a jolly Song to end… /blows smoke ring…*

It is now Christmas Eve, Dear Reader, and I started this post yesterday but got waylaid in Smoky-Drinky last night. It was lovely spending some time with my friends in the Blue universe, smoking, drinking, eating, talking and laughing together…

… Butt it’s quite long enough, so have a very Merry Christmas, Dear Reader. And have a Song…

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Streaming & Dreaming

I have cold, Dear Reader, and eyes, nose and other bits are streaming…

*/sniffs and splutters… Whatever, Clicky… /hawks and spits… Take the piss… /coughs and pees… Oh fuck!*

The Okie Devil of Text US has kindly sent a missive to cheer me up, and it is presented for you, below. I had fun last night taking photos for a ’12 days of Christmas’ idea he had, the results of which can be seen here

*/smiles… That was weird this morning. The Slogmeister must have been working on that story at the same time Cade was writing his Smiley tutorial yesterday…*

*And a minute after tweeting it out the short story, Old Holborn’s telly recommendation appears in my Twitterfeed! …/blows nose… Fucking weird!*

Anyhoo… Tuck in and enjoy the missive, Dear Reader. I’ll see you at the… at the…

… Bottom.

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Hi.

This mess.

Welcome to it.

Yep…it’s gonna be one.

   A mess.

   But I’ve not wrote it yet.

   How do I know it’s gonna be a mess?

Let’s find out!!!

OH!!! It’s Sunday December 17th of 2017!!!

Everyone ready for Christmas?

Me either :/

Happy early birthday sis.

^High Contrast – Days go by^

Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.

Snot how I roll.

It’s highly possible, that as I write, I won’t get to a single one of these three things that I am currently thinking of writing about. It’s possible that I’ll get to some, and not others.

Let's me flow.

Rationalize. Irrationalize. Ponder. Even sometimes, if not most of the time, write without thinking. Might this not seem tedious to the reader? Maybe. But I like to think that my writing is more conversational. I used to do the same in my music and poetry, but was never really able to translate that to any of my writing.

1. Think about whatever I am thinking about.

2. Remove the participants.

3. Think of someone that doesn’t exist.

4. Let it fly.

Yep…take a “real life” something, remove the people involved, create someone fictional to project my thoughts upon, turn my feelings loose. Write about nothing in particular, to no one in particular, about something specific. That’s not always the case tho. Much of the time, I try and weave in similar and/or dissimilar stuff when and where it seems to fit. Especially when shit don’t fit at all.

It’s OK to be clever. It’s not OK to be disingenuous.

^The Prototypes – Abyss VIP^

So…that creates a quandary, doesn’t it?

Disingenuous
Disingenuous
Bullshit
Ignorantia juris non excusat
Promulgation
Promulgation (Canon Law)
Willful Blindness
How do we learn? 

To relate, there was a Tweet I saw this morning, which I cannot now find, but it was about the EU/UK fishing regulations. Specifically, that UK fishermen are required to go out at least 10 miles from the UK before fishing, but EU boats were allowed to fish within 3 miles of UK shores.

^Black Sun Empire & Jade – Deadhouse (Mefjus & InsideInfo Remix)^

There were several other “Brexit” related Tweets that also appeared on my Twitter feed for some reason, and they aren’t showing up now. Stay with me. One of these Tweets, and I’m pretty sure it was the fishing one, made the comment to the effect that:

“The EU teaches under the banner of…do it like this, or else.”

Welp…it got me to thinking of the opposite. Who teaches under the banner of “do it like this, or whatever”? EVERYTHING is “do it like this, or else.” And speaking of teaching, if nothing else, I am trying to be more mindful of punctuation with respect to quotation marks. I digress.

^Black Sun Empire & State of Mind – Until The World Ends^

So yeah…

Q: How do we learn?

A: Accountability?

12 years old

(a boy becomes a man)

16 years old

(a teenager can drive)

18 years old

(a teenager is now an adult in some ways, and not so much in others)

21 years old

(a human being can now drink booze and smoke fags and shit like that)

Where are we getting this shit from? IQ tests? Personality tests? Sexuality tests? Seems to be some testing going on.

‘Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.’

Psalm 51:5

‘Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.’

Acts 17:31

Pick and choose.

Pick Can Choose.

Pecan Shoes.

Fuckit…I dunno.

/me shrugs
^Andy C & Fiora – Heartbeat Loud (Andy C VIP) (Official Video)^

Now that we’ve covered a bunch of shit that I wasn’t thinking about prior to starting writing, I guess we can get to one of the things I was thinking about prior to starting writing.

I was cruising a certain blog last night, and there was a comment someone had made on a certain article, and this comment was to the effect of “if you could step outside yourself, and see what others see, what would you see?” or “how would you see yourself?” or something like that.

What immediately popped into my head was the removal of self, from self, to see self.

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Yeah…weird. Such an act, seemed more a fascination with yourself via how others see yourself. To me anyway, that’s more of a physical thing. Others only know your physical self, and those bits of ourselves that we choose to share. Only you know you. I would phrase the previous as “only you know the real you”…and there is some truth to that, but others can, and do, get to know us just fine sometimes.

That’s your choice as much as anyone that you interact with. But that knowing only covers the spans in time that it does. Yes…people can and do, change. You prolly just weren’t there to see it. So yeah…again…how do we learn? I dunno. Figure it out your own fucking self?

^THE PROTOTYPES – LIGHTS^

There’s a future out there. We are connected to it. But I was thinking last night heavily along the lines of teaching, and how we allow others to learn via more than rod, lash and regulation. I mean, why punch someone in the face to get them to do what you want, when a simple request will suffice?

Is the answer…standardization? If a punch to the face works here, it’s prolly gonna work there. I don’t like being punched nor punching. There’s gotta be a better way.

^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^

I think a lot about how I would teach someone who knows more than I do. Sound ridiculous? Welp, you must lead a charmed life, because I’ve found that I am CONSTANTLY having to teach smart motherfuckers why they are so damn dumb. I think there is a relating aspect that goes along with that thought, so if you apply some thinking to what it is to relate via multiple channels at the same time, maybe my calling smart fucks “dumbasses” will make a little more sense.

EX: Judge Brainiac McPurity has been practicing law for 40 years. Cade F.O.N Apollyon has never practiced law at all, but he does have an interest in it.

Q: What is our first, and only connection?

A: Law?

If me and Judge Brainiac McPurity ever meet, does that imply that it’s only because Cade has broken the law and now stands in front of Judge McPurity?

Really? You sure? 

What if I bump into Judge McPurity while standing in line/on queue at McDonald’s because both of us are having simultaneous Big Mac Attacks? What if, while we both wait to get our McDonald’s on, we just so happen to start chatting? What if that conversation somehow turns to law?

^The Temptations – Law Of The Land^

I mean, I once bumped into a 2-Star Air Force General at the DMV in Virginia. In that instance, we were just two plain-ol’ people…both of us currently at the mercy of the Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.

There’s always an equality.

You just gotta find it.

Just know, that this equality, is quite fragile.

Handle with care.

Just a friendly suggestion.

^Andy C – Haunting^

Someone just Tweeted this nonsense, so let’s take a voyeuristic peek up the skirt of…whatever this is.

Banning Words In The Trump Administration’s War On Truth

War on Truth. Sounds really fucking srs.

Srsly. Sounds srs.
^Front 242 – Masterhit^

I actually saw this elsewhere with respect to some FCC or other bullshit where there were certain words that were being banned, and that also was relegated to the “Orwellian” realm(s). But I gotta question something here…

Q: Isn’t relegation, acting doing the very same thing you are bitching about others doing?

A: !!!

Relegation. Classification. There’s a nested need to know there. Like my using “bitching” above. Did I used that because the author of the story is a woman? Did I use it because the person that Tweeted the story is also a woman? Does it matter that I caught these distinctions when first using that term in writing the sentence, yet used that parlance anyway?

I don’t see women as bitches nor do I classify a woman complaining as “bitching”. So why did I use that word, even tho I caught it?

Well, I ain’t trying to get laid, and I ain’t trying to not get laid, and I ain’t trying to make friends, nor am I trying to not make friends. I’m just writing. If I spend all my time in the “editorial” area of writing, I should prolly stop writing and become an editor. That’s just my thinking tho. That said, isn’t that what Winston did? In the book “1984” weren’t Winston and his co-workers nothing more than editors with a dash of wordsmithing? Wordsmithing using certain sieves produces certain results. One would certainly think so anyway.

That said, I wonder if sieves can go both ways with respect to channeling? One way narrows, the other…erm…prolly sounds like a horn.

Wordsmith
Merovech
Speech-Language Pathology
Smith
Noted.
^Sub Focus – Turn Back Time (Metrik Remix)^

So last night, I babbled a bit on my own blog about a documentary that I saw earlier in the week. This documentary was a Vice News piece on “Targeted Individuals”, and there were several things that really stood out to me. One of them being, the many things that stood out to me.

Electronic Harassment (Redirected from Targeted Individual)

Parapsychology

I guess in thinking about it now, if we really are nothing more than bags of goop, that are capable of nothing more than a bunch of chemical/electrical impulses…we’re already in deep shit…eh?

^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids^

That makes me think of this “Archons” group that RooBeeDoo has mentioned to me via her listening to some dude named John Lamb Lash. I’ve only listened to one of his talks, but the one that I listened to was interesting. Anyway, I’ve been pondering “symbiosis” for a while with respect to life, and Roob recently added something to my vocabulary that has given me pause.

Phoresy
Phoresis (Biology) (Redirected from Phoresy)

We don’t do well with “gentle”…do we? We can handle the kick, the slap, the punch…but not the gentle. We’ve no fucking clue what to do with it. It’s like…the slap we weren’t expecting. Quite poignant…eh?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about bacteria, and these “reprogramming” aspects of bacteria that seem so scary and shocking with respect to “a bacteria reprogramming our bodies to do this or that” or “require this or that”. Prolly why viruses come in so handy. They do the same shit, they just do it a shade differently, and we tend to ALWAYS assume that this and these actions via a virus is malevolent.

But we get confused as shit with respect to bacteria. We label some as good, some as bad, yet we somehow need both to survive. It’s confusing as shit to me, because I’ve always been told that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.

Derp.
^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just thinking, that if certain “DNA Programming” types bother you, and others do not, you might wanna get comfortable with both. It’s always been my understanding that basically, that’s all a virus is. A piece of genetic code, that does nothing but reprogram other codes. I think that we are eventually going to find out different, and that there is something really interesting and frightening to be found within the cores of viruses…but that’s just me.

That said, there sure is a lot of motion going on with all of this programming and reprogramming. I mean…that’s what we are eventually after, right? Time? Isn’t that what we are really chasing via any and all means? How to stop it. How to start it. How to prolong it. How to cease it.

Woah…that last one sounds…scary…eh?
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^

Anyway, that “Archons” bit that Roob recently mentioned to me rang a bell with respect to a book that I once read called “Waiting For The Galactic Bus”, and our talks this week made me think of a book called “Day Of The Cheetah”.

Waiting for the Galactic Bus
Day of the Cheetah

In the first book, the “entities” are “pure energy”. In the second book, the aircraft is mind-controlled via manipulating oneself between a sleep/wake state and the human/computer interface via alpha and beta waves.

Just want to mention, that I am of the opinion “delta” is going to get you nowhere…fast. There are many turns to a screw. Many threads.

Delta Wave

If delta indeed splits…now what?

D + A + B = DAB?

What about the other way?

B + A + D = BAD?

Dabbling in bad?

Meh…that shit can get confusing. We should prolly wait for the experts to figure it all out, then we can just accept what they say as gospel, comply, and apply. As directed, when directed of course.

^The Prototypes – Moscow^

So that there is called “SoPi Zero”.

It’s simply a way for me to get my head around Pi in certain instances, and keep my head from getting wrapped around Pi in other instances. There are some parabolas nested in there, but I’ve not added them yet. Lots’ of curved space and curving spaces. But I guess the biggie is that I see decimals a shade different than most do.

A “part” is still a whole, in and of itself. Many parts, that are wholes, than can and do sometimes assemble to make entirely new wholes. But there is a divisive nature to separations of all kinds, and yet, there is still a nested bond contained within certain divides. Doors that remain open, even tho they appear closed. I mean…that’s what separation is…right? A divide? A span that cannot be bridged. What have we forgotten? Time.

JMO

BTW, the colors are important in that image. Just sayin’.

^Rusko – Somebody To Love (Sigma Remix)^

So that there is called “Cosmic Corridor 03”.

That’s just a way for me to get my head wrapped around a nested method of travel in which both Newtonian and non-Newtonian motion will appear to coexist at some points, and be either one or the other at other points.

If you think of the grey thing as a space ship, and the black think as a planet, the ship is basically entering on a trajectory that should dictate that the ship will enter the planet’s atmosphere.

However, it won't. 

It’s going to appear to stop, hover, and eventually start traveling in ways that make no sense whatsoever. Eventually, it’s going to “rocket-away” at what appears to be ridiculous speeds along an impossible trajectory path. But a straight line is likely going to be surrounded by all kinds of bends, folds, and perhaps even energies that seem to warp and/or are warping. Prolly gonna be a lot of difficulty in determining what is wave, and what is particle. But basically, this is how I see matter as being able to maintain inertia, speed and velocity, all while appearing to lose all of those.

Lots of angles and angling to consider there, but just keep in mind, that 0° is also an angle.

😉
^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

My intension(s)? I didn’t realize that my announcing my own intentions was requisite. Especially if you are simply going to use my response to further doubt whatever it is that I tell you. Thinking like that can certainly put a strain on a relationship. Why someone cannot be comfortable with my discomfort is understandable, but at the same time, it’s kinda confusing. Sometimes even disheartening. I can see the parallels someone might draw with someone becoming comfortable with someone else’s discomfort, but that’s not really what I’m talking about.

Ironic that I need to talk about just that.

I’m uncomfortable with most nomenclatures. I’ve no problem with nomenclatures. Sound contradictory? Welp, if you are male, and someone calls you a sissy or fairy or says you sing like a girl…is that not also contradictory? You can slap virtually any label on any thing…that doesn’t make it applicable. Some ominous warning on a cigarette carton isn’t going to give you cancer, but it certainly may scare the shit out of you.

I need to go.
^Sub Focus – Timewarp^

Welp, I got to two of the three items I was thinking about prior to staring this bullshit. At this point, I can’t even remember what that third thing was. But…it’ll come to me. I gotta go make some soup.

Merry Christmas.

BBL

^Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love [Official Video]^

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^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^

*******

We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky… /clears throat… Probably best if I just pack myself off to bed…*

Have a Song 😀

 

MAD Whirled

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Dear Reader, Legs has a particularly satisfying ranty roundup of the state of fuckwittery in November 2017…

*That looks like the Rotherhithe Tunnel, Clicky! Did you know they built the bends into it to prevent horses bolting for the daylight too soon? …/lights up… True fact…*

John Lamb Lash put out a new video on Thanksgiving. It hasn’t been ascribed a number but, as I pointed out last week, the numbering on his talks are out of whack, so it’s number 72

Now, I know you’re an extremely busy Dear Reader, Dear Reader. You’re living your life, as you should, and you might not have the time to invest in having a listen. So I took the liberty of making some notes…

Cade and Roob talk about the posts they're writing

*Clicky! I’m tryna write… /drags… time enough for S P A M…*

…In bullet point form:

  • The wisdom goddess Sophia is the Greater Beast of Revelations 13, demonised by “Gnostic vandalism”… */thinks… overlook Wendy’s horns?*

Amazing Wendy with Horns

  • The number of the beast is actually 18 */thinks… that’s also R…*

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  • The Lesser Beast of Revelations 13 is the ‘handler‘ of the Greater Beast…

“Anyone that can handle the power of the Earth with shamanic skills and finesse, as I do and others in my company in Planetary Tantra, legitimately deserves the title ‘The Handler’ or the ‘Lesser Beast'”

  • The Nag Hammadi scriptures provides clues to an event called ‘Correction’ but don’t specify what form Correction takes */flicks butt…*
  • Lashy reckons Correction is underway, based on the framing idea that humans are participating in a divine experiment taking place on the planet Earth, whether we gno it ore knot, but that something went gone wrong with the experiment…

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*There’s always a Silver linings playbook eh, Clicky? …/drags…*

  • Between March 2011 and March 2014, the originator and designer of the Divine Experiment (Sophia with help from her consort Thelete) has RESET the experiment. Three years to us is like – what? –  10 seconds to Sophie… */ponders… if time was money… /stubs butt…*

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  • Since March 2014, the entire world has been living ‘In Correction’ */coughs… Rings a bell…*

*/sigh… I know, Clicky. Still… */shrugs and lights up…*

  • The Mandela Effect is/was both an instrument of Sophia, and evidence or her Correction. Initially and primarily it occurred on the internet as that’s where our attention lies… */puffs…*
  • The Mandela Effect is now phasing out… */taps ASH…*

“Or petering out, if you prefer.”

  • Since the end of September 2017, Sophia has shifted gears and is now directing attention onto C E R N, witch basically is the breathable atmosphere that envelopes planet Earth. It’s a plasmic gel and we’re embedded in it…

*/chortles… “And Frankie’s got his band!” …/drags… He ain’t wrong, Clicky – it does get better and better… /blows smoke rings…*

  • Around the 27th October, Sophia went into overdrive and penetrated the membrane of CERN… */thinks… What was I doing on the 27th? …/drags deeply…*
  • Sophia is using the supernatural directly into the realm of ordinary life. The effect is ‘Mirrored Mirroring Events’…

“The supernatural intervention of the Divine Mother into the world event and into world history reveals itself in a mirroring of fraud and deception against the truth. So everything that she does to bring forth, to bring her magical children into the truth of who they are, and into the truth of history, and the truth of this Divine Experiment, is simultaneously mirrored in a fraud and deceit in certain events that occur in the external world.”

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*Mandela Effect laid to rest… Air Force one… Leaving Las Vegas… /puffs merrily…*

*Fucking Saudi Arabia?! That Saudi Arabia? Doo what?!*

*’It’s a secret no one knows’ is the only lyric I can discern from that piece of pop, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Gotta say, the baldy bloke with the soft voice though… Creepy as fuck!*

  • The newly minted So Fear AI robot is not autonomous; it’s a ventriloquist dummy…

*/final drag and stubs butt… Pretty creepy, Clicky, but not as creepy as softly, softly catchee creepy baldy bloke… /shivers…*

  • Lashy provides two watch words for the way Correction now unfolds in this phase of the experiment, post the Mandela Effect: ‘Heed the Obvious’…

*/thinks… Yeah… Hmm… Needs some bonding…*

  • The other Watch Word is ‘Hold to Correction’ and what that means is we get to participate in it, even direct it in collaboration with Sophia…

“It ‘co-creation’ to use a New Age cliche. Co-creation and ‘co-evolution’ with the mind, emotions, passions and volition of the planet itself.”

So there you go, Dear Reader…

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*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout…*

… Episode 72 of Decoding the Mandela Effect decoded… Sew you don’t have to… Unless of course you wanna… It’s your life…

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Have a Song 😉