All Fings Being Equal…

Dear Reader…

I started a thread on the 4th April 2014 on a site called Synchromystic Forum, or ‘Sync Miss For Him’ (SMFH) as I call it. The thread was titled ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’. It was an amateur experiment to take the likeness of a diety, using myself as a template, after listening to John Lamb Lash talk about ‘Sophia’s Correction’…

SMFH is gone now and I haven’t sought out John Lamb Lash since I heard that talk, posted by Divine DNA in the Red Universe (that’s MEROVEEsometime in 2013. But I looked him up today and this is what he has to say…


I’m going to listen to this video whilst I write the post below. What follows is kinda like the sorta shambles I would have posted in ‘Selfie Sounds Like Sophie’ if SMFH were it still around today…

*Good choice, Clicky… /lights up… To be honest I prefer this track. Loopy sumtimes sings it when he’s gaming…*


In the world of MRS REGN, RESPIRATION comes after MOVEMENT and before SENSITIVITY, REPRODUCTION (REPRODUCTION - yellow on white is hard to see), EXCRETION, GROWTH AND NUTRITION...

Selfie 1 Cade and Roob saying goodnight

Eye stumbled across an obit in the NY Times last night, or rather very early this morning, Read Dearer. A Russian Ma’at-ish ‘un called Vlad had died on the last day of September, alone at home. By all accounts, he was a bit of a wiz…

What Vlad did

Doctor Vladimir Voevodsky was 51, butt as time in the womb don’t count toward official age, let’s say he was in that sort of age area…51-ish…

Selfie 2 Roob bring Teslas Area 51 and a cigar

That’s me on Merovee earlier

Merovee Hell Shock

…posting news of a company named for another Ma’at-ish-un…

… And a cigar vid? Well, ‘cos the benefits of smoking tobacco seems to be a dirty secret and cigars are expensive… made by hand…

Tesla’s Dirty Secret: It Was Banging Out Parts Of The Model 3 By Hand

Have a cigar…Why knot?

Vlad gave birth


In algebraic geometry and algebraic topology, a branch of mathematics, A1 homotopy theory is a way to apply the techniques of algebraic topology, specifically homotopy, to algebraic varieties and, more generally, to schemes. The theory is due to Fabien Morel and Vladimir Voevodsky. The underlying idea is that it should be possible to develop a purely algebraic approach to homotopy theory by replacing the unit interval [0, 1], which is not an algebraic variety, with the affine line A1, which is. The theory requires a substantial amount of technique to set up, but has spectacular applications such as Voevodsky’s construction of the derived category of mixed motives and the proof of the Milnor and Bloch-Kato conjectures.


…Eye woz replying to Jen…


… Who’d posted news of a sleb car and cartoon creators’ twitter convo, and a Song

Selfie 3 Jen suggests breathing two Mark The Beast

… In reply to Clicky posting a tweet id sent out in the Yellow Universe about the reported detection of a spike in radioactivity. Also with a Song

Selfie 4 Clicky posts Roobs tweet two chocolate music

Fast forward to today when French nuclear watchdogISRN reported that another spike in airborne radioactivity has been detected in the air in Western and Central Europe: “Ruthenium-106 has been detected by several European networks involved in the monitoring of atmospheric radioactive contamination, at levels of a few milliBecquerels per cubic meter of air.”

According to IRSN calculations, based on the concentration levels measured in several European countries and on the meteorological conditions of the last few days, the contaminated air could have been generated from southern regions of Ural or located close to those. “IRSN is continuing its investigations to try to confirm the origin of this atmospheric pollution.”

ruthenium (n.)metallic element, 1845, named by Russian chemist Karl Klauss, from a name proposed earlier (1828) in reference to a metal extracted from ores from the Ural Mountains of Russia (see Ruthenian). With metallic element ending -ium.

… In fact, Leggy and eye had been ruminating on the reason behind the spike

Selfie 5 Leggy and Roob discuss uses of Ruthenium


*Data detecting Wall? …/ 😀 …Elementary, my dear Clicky! …/pats snout…*

Vlad The Translator

…Eye won’t leave out the final segment of last night’s MEROVEE conversation, Rear Dealer…

Selfie 6 Jen smiles A Void disdains and Clicky cruises by with Harvey trumps Trump

The prominent, and now radioactive Hollywood producer, famous for such Oscar winners as “The English Patient” and “Shakespeare in Love,” took a leave of absence from his production company following the New York Times article on Thursday.

…What’s this, the NYTimes? And Harvey, as we gno, was also a humongous hurricane in August, a storm that devastated parts of Texas… The State were my chum Cade, The Okie Devil, currently resides…

*”Calm before the storm”, eh? You know what Clicky, I don’t understand the thinking behind academia and media leaders… /lights up…. Ya know, EXPERTS attacking Trump so much? He’s vain; it’s his flaw butt they’re driving him into the arms of the those who CAN-KNOT call him anything butt “SIR!” to his face… /smokes… Ore “YESSIR!” …/slurps covfefe…*

*Exactly… /sighs…*

…Perhaps that was the calm before this morning’s ‘Tweetstorm‘ from the Dez-Rez-Prez…

In Early Tweetstorm, Trump Praises WaPo, Slams NBC And “Late Night Comedians”, Reaches Out To Schumer

…Equal Time…

…Time Is Money…

…Can’t Buy Me Love…

Vlad liked to Click

*Spend a Penny? See a Penny? …/thinks… Penis meteor than the words? … Penny drops? …/stubs butt… Whoa… /look sup… Damn! That’s a big post… /sucks teeth… Better get a Song to fin-ish, Clicky…*

Well, that was a very interesting talk from John Lamb Lash, Dear Reader. Yes, very interesting indeed… Have a Song… 😉



*Thanks! …/blows kiss… Another?*

*…/rolls eyes…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Have A Tissue For Your Issue (Take 2)

If there’s any good to come of this tragedy it’s to understand that depression isn’t some kind of scarlet letter, it’s an inevitable result of what one scientist called “the greatest blind experiment in history,” the bombardment of our brains and bodies with every manner of stimulus and stress imaginable, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year and then some.

No, not a description of the plot line in last night’s episode of Doctor Who (review with spoilers, hear). It was something I read in bed late last night, about a musician’s suicide. A suicide that occurred at about the same time of an attempted murder/suicide in Times Square (the murder part worked, the suicide aspect, not so much).


Below is a brand new missive from Cade. His 50th which is rather nice as I will be having my 50th birthday later this week. Of course, we’re all older than we think we are; we forget that we spent the first months of life in the dark…

sock mouths

*Okay, Clicky, thanks…*

Clicky suggests The Okie Devil tries using socks for his, erm…


whathaveyou… Please go have a read for yourself, Dear Reader, and see what you think…


I dunno bout anyone else, but I was up till around 3 AM or so this morning listening to the wind, rain and thunder, and watching the lightning. The rain on my window was so hard at times that it sounded as if it was hail a time or two, but it wasn’t…just fat raindrops en masse. It kinda sucks being alone on such nights when you ain’t got anything particularly interesting to think about while listening to nature do her thing.

So I eventually got up, got dressed, then went out front to see if I could see anything interesting within the storm/storm clouds, as there appeared to be plenty of lightning to provide the necessary lighting for watching the clouds roll. But alas, there is a streetlight directly across from the front porch, and it was raining hard enough to make the glare unbearable.

I stood on the porch long enough to feel the huff and puff of the hot and cold winds duking it out as my feet got wet from the rain pouring off of the roof…then I retreated back inside. I would be able to watch some of the storm from my window, were it not for the fact that whatshername has a 6 billion candlepower floodlight that she keeps burning 24/7 to keep intruders out of the backyard. Most people in this area just get an attack dog. Keeps the electricity bill down.

^White Bird- It’s A Beautiful Day -1968^

You prolly wondering about the part where…”you got up and got dressed?”

Yes...I sleep naked. Duh?

Why people sleep in clothes is beyond me.

Not that I don’t sometimes fall asleep while wearing some manner of clothing, and not that clothes in the cold winter months are not sometimes required as opposed to turning up the indoor heating. Dry nose in the morning from setting the heat too high at night is cause for some nightmarish headaches.

But yeah…if I make a conscious decision to climb into bed for sleep…the clothes come off. Too restricting, causes too much waking and requires too much adjustment during the night.

^The Zombies – Time Of The Season (1969) HQ^

What are you looking for?

^Donovan – Sunshine Superman (1966) HQ^

I noticed that Merovee had some crap about “The Summer of Love“…and the dude over at Just Watching The Wheels Go Round has had some interesting posts recently about years ending in “7” over the last 5 decades. So I guess my musical selections today are falling in line with that mode and modes of thinking. Also, I got to go to the library a little while ago and checked out some movies. One of which, is Close Encounters of the Third Kind…a movie made circa 1977, watched again via 2017 via 1967…which is the year I was born.

I saw Close Encounters at the theatre when I was a kid, and it scared the shit out of me. Spielberg is a fucking ASSHOLE for doing that shit with the music and the black screen at the start of the movie. I recall sitting in the theater, and sinking down into my seat as the strings-section of the orchestra starting doing that creepy noodling on their instruments along with the creepy chorale vocals, all while the screen remained black. Then…suddenly…from the orchestra…BOMP!!!! And the brightest light I had seen to date flashed up on the screen.

Thanks for the nightmares Steve & John.


I think the sequence that followed that intro, kinda saved the film for me. The sudden appearance of the TBM Avengers on screen grabbed my interest…and I was REALLY fucking interested in the “Flight 19” aspect of the source of these aircraft, since I had already read extensively about Flight 19 and The Bermuda Triangle by the time I saw Close Encounters. Yep…a 9 year old kid…already well read on “Mysteries of The Universe.”

^Ministry – Black Betty^

My parents later recounted the story often of watching me sink down into my seat out of the corner of their eyes at the start of the movie.

“He’s already so tiny, that those big theater seats just swallow him up when he sits down in one. And all I saw saw, was that big head with those big ears of his…slowly disappearing down into the seat.”


It funny the shit we remember.

Such as…seeing a number of people leave the theatre during the course of the film because they were so traumatized as to the imagery being show on-screen. But it’s the concepts behind the imagery that are so shocking, and not the imagery in and of itself.

My mother left the theater several times herself as I recall. But not me. Amongst the stories of the audience and its reaction(s) to the film, was the story of how many people left the theatre, only to return, only to leave again. But not Jr. He was glued to his seat through the entire movie. Didn’t leave once till we made him get up and go try and pee.

^Hold Your Head Up-Argent-1972-(Long Version)^

I saw Close Encounters before I saw Star Wars. I didn’t get to see Star Wars until it finally made its way to “the dollar theaters” about a year and a half after it came out. And while I love the Star Wars movies, I always preferred Star Trek and Close Encounters to Star Wars. Star Wars is too…real. Too real to be real. C-3PO, R2-D2, Darth Vader, and maybe Obi-Wan, are the only saving graces for me personally. They are all completely necessary, and yet completely expendable.

^Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Fanfare For The Common Man^

Imma go watch Bottle Shock real quick.


I’m sitting eating a pile of Freedom Fries and watching the movie Bottle Shock, when the front door opens behind me. I don’t turn to see who it is because I really don’t care, when I hear from behind me…

“She bought a banjo!”

The voice is from my oldest, and he is referring to his girlfriend as I turn to see her holding a banjo case that is about twice the size of her. I cannot help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of this “revelation” as it unfolds, and as it relates to some old Okie fart sitting eating French Fries while watching a movie about a competition between California and French wines in 1976, as his oldest son and his son’s girlfriend wander in to tell the tale of how they have somehow acquired a motherfucking banjo on the 20th day of the month of May in the year of 2017.


Don’t try and tell me that life ain’t fun.

^Dance With me Tonight^

I paused the movie and let the French Fries I was eating sit in the Olive Oil that I cooked them in, while I listened to the tale of how this banjo was acquired and why.

She sat the case down and took the banjo out, and it appears that she has never played a banjo before/cannot play a lick. I told her “it suits you” as it really did/does seem to fit her and her small frame well even tho it was very large on her and she was not actually playing it.

My son grabbed it and started playing some Metallica song on it, which caused me to laugh, and I suggested that they listen to some Flatt & Scruggs to maybe get some bearings on how to play the banjo. They said that they were listening to Flatt & Scruggs on the drive home from the music store. So…I suggested that they listen to Ricky Skaggs, who they had never heard of. I said there is not an instrument that he cannot play, nor is there an instrument that he cannot play well. Ricky Skaggs is kinda like “Bocephus without all of the Jim Beam.”

My son laughed, but he seemed to latch onto the concept I was trying to relate, as he likes Hank Williams Jr. and knows his music. His girlfriend wandered off into my son’s bedroom as my son sank into the reclining chair behind me, and he started noodling quietly on the banjo as I resumed my movie and fried nomenclature potato eating.

Son: This movie has Alan Rickman in it?
Cade: Yep. Alan Rickman, Chris Pine, Bill Pullman…
Son: HOLY SHIT!!! Is that the girl from Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back?!?!?!?
Cade: Eliza Dushku? Yep.
Son: Cool. I’ve never seen this movie.
Cade: It’s a good one.

The movie is in its final 30 minutes or so, and my son continues to noodle quietly on the banjo from the chair to my back, playing rock songs that I am familiar with. Each new song he tries makes me roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of playing this shit on a fucking banjo.

Suddenly…I hear a familiar “growling” riff of…DUH…DUH..DUH… ….DUH…DUH…DUN.DUH…of Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” being strummed out on the banjo…and I say…

Cade: I’m about to take that fucking banjo away from you and hit you with it.

He laughs heartily, and stops playing that particular phrase.

^Ricky Skaggs – Country Boy – Live On The BBC’s Wogan Show 1986^

My son’s girlfriend might be 5 feet tall when standing on a stack a phone books, and prolly weighs about 80 pounds if her pockets are full of nickles. Seeing as how my oldest son is 6 feet 6 inches tall and somewhere around 250 pounds or so…they make quite the pair, even when they aren’t toting a banjo around with them.

^Doobie Brothers – Listen To The Music • TopPop^

Yep…it’s amazing what one sees and experiences during the course one’s life. Not that you missed anything, you prolly saw and experienced just about everything that you’ve seen and experienced. We just tend to not think about or dwell on “the old stuff” while piling on “the new stuff.” can and does get confusing sometimes. 

But we are built for that sort of thing, each and every one of us. None of this “best of the best” or “survival of the fittest” kinds of crap…we are each and everyone of us purpose built and specifically designed to handle just about anything and everything that this Universe can throw at us. I wonder if The Universe can handle everything we throw back?

^Vince Gill – Oklahoma Borderline (Crossroads Guitar Festival)^

I had forgotten how well Skaggs plays the mandolin. A very difficult instrument to play. Especially for someone like me who has short and bent fingers. I tried one once and was like “no fucking way I’m playing this thing.” I have enough trouble with the frets on a guitar.

^Ricky Skaggs with Travis Tritt – Sweet Little Georgia Rose^

Welp…I notice that the articles about a certain rock group member recently in the press are starting to pop up on the blogs here and there.

^Messer Chups – Magneto – The Open Stage Berlin^

I was talking with someone last night about portals and pathways and the money that creates them, and it got me to thinking about how we analyse things, when we choose to analyse the things that we are analyzing, and why. Small clues here and there that are very revealing as to what is going on within the sections and sectors of life, that others might dismiss as purely coincidental. Incidental even.

Things like…noticing when there are loads of old coins suddenly turning up in the money supply. Seeing as how much of money and most money transfers these days are digital, it seems to me that events like this would be even MORE pronounced when and if they happen. And I’m not talking only about people taking their jars of coins to the local Coinstar machine to turn those coins into cash. I’m talking about old coins that have been in collections somewhere, sitting and waiting for a payday that never came.

Old pennies, dimes, and quarters usually being the most noticeable in The USA because of the “Wheat Pennies” or dimes/quarters that are made out of silver, but the nickles tend to be the most overlooked and the most valuable. That said, if you have some old Silver Notes that just aren’t worth more than what you need currently, which is food or some other immediate need, and there is no market to buy these Silver Notes at even CLOSE to what they are actually worth, yeah…they’ll still spend at the cash-register so you can get what you need today.

Most people today prolly won’t even know what they are, and may even accuse them of being counterfeit since they are blue and not green. But what I guess I am wondering is “wherein is the value of money where there is none?” Meaning: What is tangible about something that you may or may not have?

^Reverend Horton Heat – Let Me Teach You How To Eat^

What about the tangibility of something that you may or may not have that you may need? Who are we, as a group, to decide what one needs or does not need?

Welp, keeping “the future” in mind is prolly going to win just about any argument that anyone can throw at the individual in this case. But what if that need is not needed in this future that you propose that someone is going to need something? Medical assistance with an issue that isn’t there?

Q: What if the entire medical system that exists today, is not there in the future to address this potential need?

A: ???Erm...Say What?!?!?!?

I was also talking with this same someone about whatshername and her job/trade, and how when whatshername worked at this Men’s Oncology Clinic, she was always talking about the rates and percentages of men who had biopsies on their Testes or Prostate that were Malignant compared to those that were Benign, and how high those percentages were.

Oh Really? Men seeking out help with a specific part of their anatomy regarding a specific issue at a certain clinic that specializes in identifying these issues has a high percentage of identifying the issues that they are looking for? You don’t say!

I gotta question how this relates to those that either A) do not seek medical assistance irrespective of the “why”, and B) cannot seek out medical assistance because they are unable, and C) those who don’t give a shit and just deal with whatever comes as best as they can.

Yeah…representation has prolly gone down the shitter when the unrepresented aren’t marching in the streets seeking representation they feel they deserve and/or are entitled to. And there are many. It seems this would make serving those who are vocal about their lack of representation MUCH easier for the representatives and their organizations. But I guess shit has gotten too confrontational within the representational arms of government and governing.

Too "we won, you lost, DEAL WITH IT!!!"
^Pass That Bottle – The Devil’s Daughters AZ Rockabilly^

I have no idea why the “suggested videos” that come up on YouTube, sometimes come up at all…but they do. And sometimes, it turns me onto some cool and/or interesting shit that I might not have heard otherwise. The following video…for example…it’s not that I think she has a bad voice, as so many of the comments from the video suggest, I just wonder if her voice fits the music from a “studio recording” point of view. I bet they sound bad-ass live. Some bands that sound great live sound like shit in the studio tho. Maybe these guys/gal is one of them.

^The Hellfreaks – Boogie Man (Official)^

Um…I keep a pile of snot rags next to my computer monitor, most are used/I re-use them since my nose runs so much. I just picked one up to wipe some errant tobaccy spit off of my mouth, when I realize that “hey…why are there several paper towels bunched up in this particular wad, and why is this particular wad of snot rags so fucking stiff?” Then…it hit me…



I’m sure that my spoo tastes delicious, but I have no interest in tasting it myself.


This is why I usually instantly throw my spoo rags into the toilet. But last night’s thunderstorm, and an unexpected urge to jerk-off at 02:30 in the morning this morning kinda…threw me off my game.

And yes, I use paper towels…and NOT toilet paper or kleenex.

You ever use toilet paper for a cut after shaving?

Yeah…same shit. Toilet paper turns into something akin to cardboard when getting wet after it dries.

Use toilet paper to clean up your remaining post-ejaculation oozing spoo? And suddenly, you have a chunk of papier-mâché glued to the end of your penis…and I don’t need a fucking piñata hanging off of my penis.

GROSS!!! I can’t believe I wiped my mouth with that.

Gotta go eat some of my homemade spaghetti real quick.

^Harry Nilsson ~ Jump Into The Fire ~ Nilsson Schmilsson^

One more reason not to kiss me I guess.


Not that you require more than one reason.

^Close Encounters of the Third Kind Soundtrack-01 Opening-Let There be Light^
^No Sugar Tonight The Guess Who 1970^

It’s progressed on through the day, and it kinda feels like we might be in for more rain/storms outside, but it sure doesn’t look that way. Not enough vertical movement in the clouds/not enough convective activity. I guess I won’t be jerking off tonight.


Tinker with nutty and dangerous things, things have at least the potential to be unpredictable. I’m gonna attempt to leave the “tit for tat” types of thinking out here, because I don’t like the “tit for tat” equation. Primarily because, it contains no equal sign. Not that I believe in balance. But that particular equation implies a balance that isn’t there. As if to say, this equation is already balanced, when the implication is anything but balance nor imbalance.

"HEY! I'll trade you this rock for some new updated computers!!!"
^Strawberry Alarm Clock – Incense & Peppermints 1967^

“Established decontamination procedures were followed…” according to a new CNN article.

Not that I typically read “the news”…and actually…I never read “the news” anymore. But some chit chat here and there about some recent developments regarding “one of my pet projects” has caught my interest. But we can only guess can’t we. I mean, we know how shit works when shit is working like we want it to…and we can guess what to do in the event(s) that shit is NOT working like we want it to, but that doesn’t leave much room for things to develop does it?

I’m not suggesting that we want to let some toxic ooze drool it’s way into our water supply. But isn’t that an eventuality? Just because “it won’t happen on our watch” doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. By all accounts, it can and WILL happen. That is…unless some nutjob who has no business thinking about such things can come up with a solution to some of these problems that are boiling here and there.

Whoever that is…they are out there somewhere.

I wonder who it will be?

I wonder who they are?

I wonder where they are?

I wonder when they are?
Prolly around here somewhere.
^LEMON PIPERS – Green Tambourine (1967)^


^The Flames Green Tambourine^


where to sit in an empty cinema

*I remember exactly the day mum took Juju and I to see Close Encounters, Clicky… It was at the Elephant & Castle Odeon and it was a very warm Saturday afternoon. The streets on the journey there and at the cinema itself were deserted because there was a footie match on the telly… /thinks… What was at Number One then…?*

*/rolls eyes… Figures…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Double Header

Well, it was going to be a double header for Sunday, Dear Reader: two missives from Cade, butt… in the end I spent the evening with Thoughtful Man, helping him catch up on Doctor Who episodes…

*I was only going to watch the new episode with him but he kept asking “What happened to Clara?’ and “Who the fuck is Nardole?” …/sigh…*

*Yeah, and it’s not even like hadn’t seen those episodes before… /thinks… It almost like… /squints… like he was playing dumb or sumthing…*

So without further ado, Dear Reader, here is The Okie Devil’s second missive for Easter Sunday. Enjoy! ❤



It was on this day a coupla thousand years ago, that someone died/was killed, then…WHOOSH…vanished.

Q: When did this “person of interest” vanish?

A: ???
^Matt Lange – Escapist^

I guess when we think about our own lives, and the stories that we hear, there is a simultaneousness that is created over time with respect to stories that we hear over the span of our life. Maybe an understanding that is always there, that is balanced by a non-understanding, or vice versa. Maybe this is an additional factor that sometimes drives us to know. But there’s a problem with even that. I guess someone trying to prove that this is correct or incorrect is going to have to prove the proof at some point. So you’re gonna have to recruit. You’re gonna have to figure out how to find others that think the way you think, or believe what you believe, so that you can prove whatever it is that you are trying to prove.

Q: Is this what has happened to teaching/teachers?

A: SAY WUT?!?!?!?

I’m only thinking of my own experiences, and how those experiences of the “mine” variety relate to those that I have observed around me who have shared their similar experiences with me.

Yep…still trying to understand, exactly what it is that I am supposed to be understanding.

So…practice. Or…”in-practice”…if that makes more sense.

^Matt Lange – Count It^

If I seek out someone to help me, is what they recommend considered law?

If someone seeks me out for help, is what I recommend considered law?

That’s kinda how I operate. At least, how I try to operate. This is what I was taught. But I’ve found that the practical application of these precepts pretty much necessitate throwing them out the window first-rattle-out-of-the-bag upon encountering either. This allows me to view anyone as I interact with as an individual…and not some situational statute that must be adhered to and followed.

This is a person who’s experience and experiences are going to vary within the aforementioned constructs. And when we get topical as to the specific issue at hand? The potential(s) become damn near limitless as to the possibilities within that particular exchange. Maybe this is another place where we get things really fucking right and/or really fucking wrong within certain disciplines of human endeavors. Maybe it’s because of all of the shit that we continue to omit under the assumption of “if it wasn’t needed then, we ain’t gonna need it now nor ever.”

Oh yeah?

Q: What’s the issue?

A: WHAT?!?!?

Yeah. What’s the issue? Done this before have you? Oh…you have? Hmmm…then why are you doing it again?

^deadmau5 – Polaris^

Prolly why “the cyclical models” work so well AND fail so spectacularly. You include one time as the base for the cycle…and then…leave all other times within that time out.

Almost sounds like…growth.


Q: If we take a single bacteria…and intentionally “suspend” that living organism’s “anima”…what does that do to time?

A: ?¿?

Are you thinking small or big here with respect to time and times? Because if you aren’t thinking singularly, with respect to the nested time and times, then you are prolly thinking destructively.

Time stops for one, time stops for all.


Are you thinking “instantaneously” with respect to that stoppage? Or are you taking time into consideration there? Time does have a flow to it afteall, even within the context of simultaneousness and or singularity. So let’s think of this in terms of a freight train that encounters an issue.

Q: If the engine pulling our train suddenly stops completely, what happens to the cars that this engine is pulling?

A: Almost has an "unstoppable force meets immovable object" kinda ring to it eh?

Welp…reactions take time. Irrespective of the amount of time that reaction takes, and irrespective of the observers ability to comprehend/measure/quantify that time.

Q: If time stops for one, that cascades and causes time to stop for all, how would you know?

A: ...

Time has stopped for you. How would you know?

^No Mana – Metronomes For Pulsars (Monstergetdown Remix)^

Maybe this video below helps with the concept of “unexpected persistences”…and how they relate to immovable objects/unstoppable forces…and maybe not.

/me shrugs
^Hancock Saves Ray ”Train Scene” – Hancock-(2008) Movie Clip Blu-ray HD^

Thinking of time as motion that perpetuates itself through its system via systems that creates this system, what happens when time stops at location “A” via a “System A Stoppage?”

A = Location time stopped.

System A = system that stopped at location A.

Q: What happens to Location B/System B?

A: A + B = X

X is simultanous there as both “A” and “B” and “X” when “X = A + B”…but there is going to be a compounding factor since we don’t know the result(s) of any…let alone what those results will result in over time over times over time.

So…”X” always exists. It’s simply a matter of when and where “X” coalesces and/or manifests and how.

X = The Mystery in the now, via the past, to the future.

When X = Z? Game Over.

Maybe if you think of “When X = 0″…instead of “when X = Z” or “When X = Ω”…that’ll make it seem less creepy.

BUT FEAR NOT!!! For there is not simply one set of “A + B = X”…there are two.

^deadmau5 & ATTLAS – bad at titles^

Yep…two sets.

A + B = X
X = B + A

But, I’m gonna go ahead and point out that these two equations are simultaneous, because of the third iteration of this equation that is embedded within it. I’m not ready to post the full equation yet because I don’t know how to describe it other than just show you the original equation that spawned the other two equations that are nested in a single equation. My oldest son came up with the equation, and I am trying to explain it. I guess this is what “real scientists” endure at the behest of their ideas, but I can only guess. I’m not a scientist, real or otherwise. Just someone who happened to be in the right spot to see some things coming together in a lot of ways that make perfect sense, and no sense whatsoever.

So the embedded third set is going to be…

A ->< - X -><- B

Maybe if you keep in mind that “X” is always simultaneously “X” and/or “A” and/or “B”…that’ll help. Just keep in mind that “X” is always “X”, but “X” can and does become “A” when and if it does…

X = A| = |A = X

Once X becomes A, A pushes X to a placeholder for “B”…should “B” eventually manifest/need to manifest. However I should also point out that even in this mode, “A” is still unknown, and/or, known but unrealized. “X” is gonna help us in the now, via A/B, beginning to end.

^Robert Oaks – Apparitions^

So now that we have A = X, we can move on to…

A + X = B

To help a little bit as to “the role of X”…think of splitting “X” like so…

X = \/ + /\
X = > + <

Yeah…a dynamic pointer in a 4-dimensional space that is manifested in the 5th dimension that has 3 extra dimensions of time.

I think of “X coalescing” as a wink. That X only becomes X, when its time for some evaluation as to how to proceed from there. Keeping a “one two, one two” kind of marching cadence is going to help. Because once we find our “B”? X is gonna become a little more dynamic than it already was in its static representation.

EX: When A + X = B, = A + B = X, X = X/Y/Z


A + B = X


A + B = X/Y/Z

The addition of “Y” and “Z” are going to give us a little “cushion”…if you will…and they are also going to be representative of “A” and “B”, but BACKWARDS…as a method of accounting. An “audit trail”…if you will.

Any of this sound familiar to anyone?

Yeah…it erm…crosses some lines.

But if you keep in mind when and where these lines originated in the first place? Maybe that’ll make it seem less creepy. That’s my hope anyway.

^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (NemesiZ Remix)^

Anyone else gotta report to work tomorrow? SUCKERS!!! I”M UNEMPLOYED AND NEVER WORK!!! HAHAHAHAHA…or something (I’ll try and work on maintaining my composure better)

^Blue Mora – Life^

If I told you, that the original model for time as we know it now, was made out of wood, would you believe me? More than that, what if I told you that this model for time that was made out of wood? Yeah…it eventually became the engine that started time as we know it today, once this model was put into motion.

Maybe if you think about the time that it took to create this model, and the amount of time that it took for this model to run in order to create the time and times that we know today…maybe that’ll help.

I’m seeing 6-sided blocks, that are arranged like some psychotic “Jenga” stack, that are actually tumblers that roll and tumble in a sequence that activates/deactivates the blocks that it comes in contact with, in multiple ways in multiple dimensions…all at the same time and at different times. There are certain blocks in motion, and some that are at rest, but the whole is always in motion. Maybe if you think in terms of infinities embedded within the concept of eternity, that’ll help.

We are talking about Chaos Theory here, and how The Butterfly Effect is going to relate to Sting Theory and Quantum Dynamics. I intentionally changed that term from Quantum Mechanics, because we are talking about looking backwards through time at the motions and actions of the machine itself, and the results set and sets of those dynamics, and how they relate to our world/universe today. If Quantum Mechanics and Quantum Cosmology are spit, and neither is making progress in either regard, welp…even stagnation has a dynamic.

Not trying to combine anything there. But that is the intent at some point as far as I can tell. Coming together? Weird when you think about that concept in a Universe that is always coming apart. Hmmm…coming together in one place, and coming apart in another. Whodathunkit?

^No Mana feat. Winnie Ford – Constellations^

I guess we can learn things “on our own” if we keep that “on our own” concept in perspective. It’s damn hard to do that’s for sure. I guess it’s sad for me personally, to at this point have to think about weaponry and “advances” with respect to discovery. But I also know that I am not alone in this regard. Lotta examples of people who are seeking peace somehow finding war, and people seeking war finding peace, and blah blah blah.

Yeah…very “blah” sounding, all that war and peace is. In our time, just over the last few days and weeks…bombs being dropped, missiles being launched/fired, weapons being deployed, others being tested. Its confusing as shit. It’s even more confusing when you try and rationalize confusion into making some kind of sense. Hell, that concept of “rationalizing confusion” sounds warlike in and of itself. I’m not suggesting that you hit your knees every time that you do something, but maybe a pause within the confusion here and there ain’t such a bad notion.

I mean, we are becoming a 24/7/365=366 world, in a world that could already be defined as existing in such a tense and tenses. But requiring someone to work on day that you yourself refuse to work on? Requiring someone to work hours that you yourself do not work? Requiring someone to adhere to standards you yourself do not adhere to? Yeah…I think shit like that is going to have a natural propensity to manifest itself in ways that you can neither anticipate nor understand. And how in the hell are you gonna make these connections or reach some sort of understanding as to their plausibility if you continue to dismiss the same potential sources over and over again.

Insanity = Doing the same thing over and over again, using the same methods and expecting a different result.

Welp…I have some problems with that particular quip. Mainly, because it seems to be all about time and times, and yet omits time completely. It’s “result(s) based thinking” at its worst…and/or at its best (to be fair). And I guess that’s really what this is all about, eh?


I dunno. Maybe you have a different agenda.

/me shrugs
^ATTLAS – The Machinery Chewed^

There was an odd reference to “the wine-press” somewhere I stumbled across recently. Which made me think of “The Grape” as “The Butterfly In The Wheel” in that “Wine-Press” context. But thinking about it now, it also makes me think of this concept of Kenosis, and what a mysterious concept this is even to someone like me. Someone like me being, someone who is comfortable with the concept of God/gods, and equally comfortable with the concept of no God/gods. I dunno what in the fuck they are or would be, and haven’t bumped into any lately, so why would either concept not make sense? Welp, that’s any easy one…”because they don’t”. Meaning, they don’t make sense because they don’t make sense to someone. The fact that something not making sense to someone, also doesn’t make sense to you personally? Yeah…makes sense. lolz.

^HolyU – Hidden Lines^

The thought of being hooked up to some machine in order to “prove” that I don’t know something? Yeah…kinda scary. I mean, I don’t know why you are hooking me up to this machine/why you didn’t believe my original answer, but that’s gonna make me question myself…make my mind race. Especially within the context of all the other confusion that is going on. Order comes out of chaos? Is that really your line of thinking? Because you might have “the order” confused or out of context there. If “the machine” knows “the truth”…then my suggestion would be to ask the machine, and leave me out of your fucking process and processes altogether.

^Robert Oaks – It’s Coming^

This is a pretty good batch of songs, yeah? Not that you are listening to any of them, but a lot of new shit in there from the Mau5trap label via a random YouTube playlist. Good stuff.

^Notaker – Abyss^

Q: If you are going to “take me for a ride”…what consideration(s) are you really affording me?

A: ¿?¿

I mean, I was enjoying the ride I was on just fine thank you very much. Why arbitrarily snatch me off one ride just to put me on another, under the auspices of “yer gonna love this one!” Gee thanks…lolz.

I guess the answer is pretty simple. Need and needs. That’s why I try and look at things as objectively as I can. The concept of “elders” and/or “someone more knowledgeable/experienced” is real…so why would this concept not be equally true in practice? Yeah…lotta smart people in the world. Lotta experience and experiences experiencing things. I guess maybe that notion of “when to poke your head up, and when to duck your head down” helps out sometimes. But in a time when a grenade or bomb can “get you” just as easily as a bullet? Yeah…shit can get confusing. Situations can easily seem winnable and unwinnable at the same time.

So…if you’re gonna make me play, I play it my way as best I can. I guess that’s why the concept of “the solider” works both in theory AND in practice, although it works for the same AND different reasons depending on whether the soldier in question is in training or combat.

In Training: Soldier = Fighting selflessly for God and country.

In Combat: Soldier = Fighting for self and comrades.

Yeah, that Russian Nesting Dolls concept ain’t that hard to grasp, but it’s damn hard to hold onto. Weird.

^No Mana – Static^

I guess that’s enough nonsense for one particular whatever. Not trying to set any kind of record. And I know that I just created a shitload of work for someone else to now have to sift through and evaluate. Maybe me shutting the fuck up will help, so let me do just that…right…about…here.

NOTE TO SELF: Take a shower today. You stink.
^Tinlicker – As We Wake^

cYa | cFa

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^