Happy Friday, Dear Reader 😀
Hot on the heels of yesterday’s missive, we have another from the Okie Devil of Text US…
*Yeah, and it has some wavy wikiwall pools for you to explore, Clicky…*
Enjoy! ❤
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WHAZZUP!?!?
It’s Thursday December 3rd of 2020, and…fuck! Can you give me a sec? I promise I’m not ignoring you, just receiving a call, and I really need to take this. Mind if I put you on hold for a sec? Thanks. ❤
X: You’re about to open a can of worms.
Cade: I know.
T: You really think that’s prudent?
Cade: Prudence is a strange topic when you’re in the big middle of a shit-storm.
A: How so?
Cade: It occurs to me that, during extraordinary times, “prudence” would be measured in seconds, or maybe minutes.
X: Not days, weeks, months, years, etc..
Cade: Correct. If you’re in a trench in 1916, each and every thing that you do, whether prudent or imprudent, is gonna vastly affect your continued ability to measure and mark time.
X: Living one second to the next.
Cade: Yes. Do I raise my head up, have a peek, and hope no one puts a bullet in it? Or do I keep my head down and wait for a more opportune time.
0: You ever wonder what “an opportune time” would be in those circumstances?
Cade: Welp, I would think in that situation, one would either have to rely upon one’s own gut feelings as to how best to proceed, or maybe the instincts of a commander who is putting a boot in your butt irrespective of your own internal inclinations.
X: In one set of circumstances you have a choice, and in another, the choice is not yours to make.
Cade: Yes. Just thinking that “prudence” can get lost in situations where the consequences are much more immediate and dire.
Z: Almost opens one’s self to being a scapegoat.
Cade: Or at least a tool or some kind of leverage for another purpose.
X: Care to elaborate?
Cade: Well, just thinking that one could make a thousand “good” decisions…
Z: But it’s the one bad decision that you’ll be remembered for.
Cade: Yes. You’ve been on the line and hugging that berm for ages, peeked over the edge a thousand times, but the one time you look and your brains get dislodged from your cranium?
X: You did a bad thing.
Cade: That’s what I’m thinking. Your “prudence” is suddenly measured by that one event, and not the multiple events that allowed you to arrive there in the first place.
X: And how does this relate to your thoughts on the concept of prayer in the presence of a deity?
Cade: Or deities.
0: We get the point, get on with it already.
Cade: Just occurs to me that “prayer” is an odd concept to entertain when one is in the presence of one or more deities. Seems…oddly self-serving. Fucking hell, I dunno, just a weird thought I’ve danced with for a while.
Z: Can you elaborate a bit? Even I’m lost.
Cade: Let’s say one is given an audience with God and their merry pack of miscreants and hooligans. You’re standing around chatting about the weather and fashion trends, and suddenly, it occurs to you that you have a friend back home who is sick.
X: Your first impulse is to…pray, for that someone?
Cade: Yes. I’m just that dense.
X: Standing in the presence of The Creator & Co., and you have the desire to pray for someone else because you thought of them. Interesting.
T: You think maybe instead of praying, you could…I dunno, ask?
Cade: That’s not as straightforward as it seems.
0: It isn’t?
Cade: Hell no it isn’t. I’m a human being. Being in the presence of all the Universal big-wigs doesn’t mean that I abandon who and what I am. Also doesn’t give me license to clear my own personal wish-list just because I have their ear.
X: Ears.
Cade: I was gonna say that.
A: Protocols…plural.
Cade: That’s…yes…I’m thinking of that.
A: But?
Cade: But I’m also thinking of the fact that “prayer” in this instance could be construed as me trying to secretly communicate a something to the Almighty, even tho I’m in their presence and the fucker is right in front of me.
0: Wait. Wait, wait, wait…wait just a second here. Prayer, whilst in the presence of God, is secret communication?
Cade: Way to put words into my mouth.
X: I think they are just trying to understand.
Cade: That makes two of us.
B: May I interject?
Cade: By all means.
B: You are saying that, just because “God” can hear your prayers, the others cannot?
Cade: I have no idea if that is the case or not. But I have thought that this may be the case, yes.
B: So you are concerned about having a side-conversation on the sly, with God, whilst you are in the presence of not only God, but also all these other higher-ups.
Cade: Correct. But I also don’t want to sperg and verbalize just because a thought popped into my head, and now might be an opportune time to bring up the subject considering where I am.
B: Because you are in the presence of the gods.
Cade: One would figure at least one of the fuckers might be able to do something about it.
B: And if they don’t?
Cade: That’s the rub isn’t it. Since when is any god or deity or some other ethereal entity mine to command?
X: Sounds like a prudent course.
Cade: When I was younger, sure, “the gods” are my own personal ATM machine from which to dispense funds whenever I demand it.
Z: Do you even have an account at that bank?
Cade: Good fucking question. I have no answer for you tho. Christianity sure seems to think that you have to be a member of the guild before blessings will be dispensed.
0: And if you aren’t a member of the guild?
Cade: Luckily, there are two. You get defaulted into the shit-show, and you have to make a conscious effort to join the winning team.
X: You join a team, simply because they are the winning team?
Cade: That’s what it says in The Book. The game is rigged, the fix is in, the match outcome has already been decided, now it’s just a matter of going through the motions. If you want to be a winner, put your money on the Christians.
0: Sounds as if it is prudent to sign up.
Cade: Here on Earth/Terra, it’s very frowned upon to stack teams, simply because you have the money to do so.
B: Moneyball.
Cade: Yes. The deep pockets can afford the primo players, which means they can tip the scales in their favor in order to better increase their odds of winning the big games.
Z: The house always wins.
Cade: In gambling, yes, but I see what you are saying I think.
0: “The house”, is those big-wigs.
Cade: Rumor is, they created it all, they own it all, they can do whatever in the hell they want with it. But now I’m thinking about the “houses” in Astrology, and I’ve completely lost my train of thought.
T: Maybe you should pray.
Cade: Sounds prudent.
0: Is it prudent to keep writing?
Cade: No idea. I have less than two years to get the fuck outta here, and currently, things look quite glum.
0: No, I meant all the stuff you are about to write below.
Cade: No idea, but I’m gonna do it.
X: You see what you see.
Cade: I wrangle over what to write or not write more than most prolly think.
X: You see.
Cade: I see what I see, and share it. Me actually understanding a something is an exception, not the rule.
X: Big game.
Cade: Sure seems that way. I’m not fond of that particular association tho.
X: Blood, sweat and tears.
Cade: Waters.
X: …
Sorry, that call was a bit more lengthy than I expected. You now have my undivided.
😛
^Love and Rockets – Mirror People ’88^
Anyone remember 9/11? Afghanistan? Operation Iraqi Freedom? Guantanamo Bay and all those pictures of “brown people” in orange jumpsuits?
Orange (Colour)
Brown
Syncretism
CREB
Major Depressive Disorder
CREB®
COVID-19 Resources for Calgarians
Calgary
Penal Labour
Krebs, Oklahoma
Citric Acid Cycle
Eustis, Florida
Citrus Production
Triple Sec
Trump lawyer: ex-election security chief Krebs should be ‘taken out and shot’
Fair-Weather Friend
Fair-Weather Friend
Don’t allow ‘foul weather friend’ to abuse good will
The foul-weather friend
Language Of The Birds
Huginn and Muninn
Svadhishthana
Orange Is The New Black
Danbury, Connecticut
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“Incomplete Pass: Elliott-Marino Motorsports”
Miami Dolphins
Hey…don’t bitch at me. Its a busy planet. Lots going on.
^Butthole Surfers – “Moving to Florida”^
One of the easier ways to acquire real estate, or at least acquire an interest in certain properties, is gonna be via the/a banking system. If your country does not provide for foreign ownership, no problem…use a foreign funds to purchase said property and utilize intermediaries. You can tie up stuff in all kinds of red tape, and leverage the living shit out of it.
Debt = Power.
Sure there is risk, but the rewards are massive. Question is, how does one “foreclose” on an entire country. Especially if that country has claws.
A: Clause trumps claws.
For some it will anyway. I guess the trick is to position one’s self in a portion of the water column where you remain the apex predator. Sure, there are plenty of much more ferocious creatures in the sea, but they don’t swim in these waters.
^Nategawd, Flo Rida & Lil Jon “Take A Shot And Make A Tik Tok” (Official Video)^
All of this came of a personal sync this morning in learning that someone who I did not know, has died of a heart-attack at the ripe old age of 33. I knew of them, but I did not actually know them. Prolly played a video game with them, and may have even yelled at them a time or two on an Internet forum, but yeah, didn’t really know them.
It appears they may have worked in the mortgage industry, as did I, so we had that in common also. Would also appear that they were from Canada, and Canada has this weird kind of “ground zero” type feeling about it regarding synchromysticism. Dunno if the dude was into this tho, and they may not have been spiritual at all as far as I know.
Personal syncs are typically real easy to work out. They apply to you, and may even be specifically for you, but explaining personal syncs to others?
Dicey. Sketchy. Difficult.
Hardly anyone on this entire planet gives a flying fuck about me, and most people on this planet don’t even know I exist. So with that in mind, how do I, explain a somewhat mystical synchronistic event to a bunch of strangers? How do I explain to them that “HEY! This weird shit just happened, a bunch of tumblers fell into place, and this means something!”
???
Yeah, I’ve nothing specific, and I’m not gonna assign a bunch of predefined meaning(s) to this/these event(s) just so it will make sense to you, but I’m telling you…this means something.
^deadmau5 – A City In Florida (1080p) II HD^
No idea why I do this. I wrestled with the idea for quite a few years as to whether I should start writing or not. As to why I decided to give it a whirl? Simple…I wanted a return. I wanted some answers. Why is all this weird shit happening, why has it intensified now, and is there anyone out there who is experiencing anything similar? Perhaps if I open up, they will too, and maybe all of us can, together, figure out what in the fucking hell all this nonsense is.
But yeah also, I wanted to help.
Fuck it…if others are being tight-lipped because they are scared shitless, welp I understand that, but as for me, I’m going for it. Maybe someone out there needs to hear what I have to say. Poor bastard(s). If you are needing to hear anything I have to say, you must be in some deep shit, and I empathize.
^Slap Shot – I’ll be staying in Florida^
I am not a paranormal investigator. Certainly not one with any street cred as to a someone who goes out into the field looking for weird and strange shit in order to better understand it. Due to my personal situation, I’m more of a bookworm type. I sit and wait for the weird and strange shit to come to me, irrespective of the form(s) these entities may assume. And let me tell you, some of the shit that somehow worms its way into my tiny 10′ x 13′ cell can be quite diverse.
^This Is What F-22 Engine Startup Sounds Like^
This is not a challenge, nor is it a test. It’s a demonstration. Put “being right” and “being wrong” on the shelf for a moment, and maybe just be an observer/participant with no agenda for the next few minutes. Below is a video for a band called The Knife, and the song is “We Share Our Mother’s Health”.
Phase One: play the video below, but mute the sound. This time through, we are just going to watch the video and see what we see.
Phase Two: Replay the video, unmute the sound, but do not watch the video. Minimize your browser window if you need, just make sure that you do not watch the video. Listen to the video only.
Phase Three: Replay the video, listen to it, and watch it.
^The Knife – We Share Our Mothers Health^
On #HauntedHour last night, the topic/poll was what kind of paranormal experience one would like to have:
A: Seeing;
B: Hearing;
C: Feeling;
D: NOPE! Fuck this shit, I’m out!
I um…I…ay yi yi…
how do I say this without being dishonest?
Um…I do not consider myself a paranormal experiencer. Yes, I can safely say that I’ve experienced a lot of weird shit in my life, but as to whether any of it is supernatural or not? No idea. That said, those experiences involving sound tend to be the most reliable as to being accurately indicative that something is amiss. Not only can you hear sound, many times, you can feel it. Sound is also going to carry much more data as to location, distance, intensity, and you can quickly and accurately form a picture in your mind as to your own position in space proximate to the goings on. If the sound repeats, you can zero on it quickly and accurately. I would think that one of the important things, as an investigator, would be to rely on your own internal sample library as to individual sounds, what they are, what they could be, and why these sounds would exist irrespective of whether a location is “haunted” or not.
^The Tucker Zone (A 3D Sound Experience) (Wear Earphones)^
The physical stuff isn’t likely to change just because a location is haunted. There’s likely to be walls, ceilings, floors, paint, pipes, sink or bathtub/shower fixtures, maybe electrical wiring, electrical outlets, carpet, doors, door hinges, door knobs, windows, glass, stone, wood, metal(s)…
you prolly get the point.
Identify the stuff in your environment, and know the noises they can make. Maybe when first arriving at a new location, wander around banging on shit for a while just so you know how certain things may sound. You are likely in a new environment afterall, and considering the nature of construction and construction materials and how these things can vary, banging on a hotel wall may sound completely different than what it sounds like banging on one of your own walls at home. Same with the springs in a bed, or maybe the water spigot in the bathroom, or that squeaky third drawer in the nightstand.
Now that you’ve acquainted yourself a bit with your new environment, you can better know what certain things may sound like, and you’ll also know whether or not you or someone else with you here in the physical realm is the trigger for a certain sound happening. If the top door hinge on the bathroom door squeaks, its prolly better to know that in advance. Know your environment in order to better interact with it, and to better zero in on and identify stuff that is…out of place.
Phase Four: listen to the below, watch the below, and see if you notice anything different in the video. It’s the same song as above, same band.
^The Knife – We Share Our Mother’s Health (Shaken-Up Version) Live At Terminal 5^
Certain frequencies can cause nausea.
Sonic Weapon
Long Range Acoustic Device
I’ve read stuff about people having disorientation or maybe becoming nauseated when having paranormal types of experiences, and I’m wondering if maybe it could be related to sound(s) being present. These sounds are inaudible, but you sure as shit can feel them/your body detects them. Another thing to consider is that maybe the presence of a visual spectre, with a lack of secondary indications such as sound or touch. This, too, may cause nausea. I know that one of the problems that “virtual reality” has is that the eyes are basically seeing things, but the inner-ear revolts because there’s nothing to substantiate what the eyes are seeing. Just thinking that maybe a visual sighting of a ghost or whatever that has no accompanying secondaries, that maybe any resulting nausea is the secondary indicator/ is indicative that a very real something has indeed been seen.
Graveyard Spiral
Sound in Filmmaking: How to Use Sound to Heighten Emotions in a Film
Schumann Resonances
Bioelectromagnetics
Chemistry (Relationship)
Earthquake Sensitivity
Disturbances in equilibrium function after major earthquake
All kinds of weird shit going on all the time, but we appear to have some filters in place that more or less blind us to some of the intricacies of the Universe. Having the blinders removed is…
eye-opening.
^Klaxons – Gravity’s Rainbow^
A final thought would be that, I assume anyway, that paranormal type stuff is gonna be busting some veils. Or at least maybe making them wobble a bit. And what happens when you wobble a piece of film or a membrane or a diaphragm or whatever?
Seven Trumpets
The Beast (Revelation)
Sometimes, horns and trumpets happen. Perhaps not always Armageddon, but certainly something noisy.
Horn
Trumpet
Moving air...vibrating membranes.
^Klaxons; What makes them sound like that?^
COMIN’ THRU!!!!!
I'd never heard that sound until a coupla years ago.
^TARDIS sounds^
You know how I know if I’m depressed? If all I want to do is sleep, I’m depressed. I fucking hate sleep. Way too full of piss and vinegar to waste time on sleeping. I wanna be on the go, moving, doing something. Past coupla months tho? Sleep.
Sleep sleep sleep.
It’s all I wanna do. No idea why I’m depressed, but I am.
Catching up on some sleep tho.
^Soulwax – Gravity’s Rainbow^
Air is gonna be a buffer between life and earth.
Water is gonna be more of a negotiator between life and earth.
Fire too will be a negotiator of sorts, but between life and air.
Buffer. Repel. Repel and/or attract.
You’ll need to contextualize with an anecdotal something in order to relate.
A bath. A swim. A flood.
A fire. A fireplace. On fire.
A breath. A breeze. A gale.
A flower. A potato. Quicksand.
^Love and Rockets – Ball Of Confusion^
Hrm...
I’m guessing that the polyethelene glycol is added to allow the vaccine to be frozen while still preventing it from freezing. Maybe, as an added bonus, it’ll give you a case of the shits, post-vaccination.
Polyethylene Glycol
Macromolecular Crowding
Precipitation (Chemistry)
I’ve already got enough autoimmune issues and allergies, and my DNA is almost assuredly a trainwreck. Do I really need to be even more fucked up than I already am?
Q: Can someone who is really messed up and requires all kinds of special considerations just to survive, really be considered “alive”?
A: ó¿ó
Some conspiratorial fodder for you dystopian types to chew on.
Because I cannot participate in a majority of the activities available to humans on this planet, I am…dead. Maybe not dead, but certainly not alive.
Less-alive?
Incapable of participating in and contributing to the whole in such a way as to justify my continued existence. A burden. A drain. A waste of space that could be better occupied by a productive someone who isn’t me. Seeing as how I’m not alive, it’s kinda open season on me and my ilk, and there are no consequences. Can’t kill/murder something that isn’t alive.
Hrm…now why does this type of thinking ring a bell?
^Devo | Beautiful World | Official Video^
cYa | cFa
^Vance Joy – Riptide @Live Lollapalooza Brasil 2017^
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*/squints… Clausewitz trumps clause?*
*I know ‘vaccine’ comes from ‘cow’, Clicky… /yawns… I fink I’ll go have a snooze..*
Library of Libraries 