Crown Raven Tower Watchers
Cover: Cyrano de Bergerac Hat, arms at side, exposes open shirt at the Weimar
Millennial.
Contents
Alien Knowing and the Unknown
DISCRIMINATION OF CONTACKS.
BEGIN Blue Superposition
Songs by Firelight
Jerusalem is a Pattern Seen from Space.
Third Ilusa Los Cursos Ilusa
Drumcliff Churchyard
Revelation Language
Fictosophy
Crowned Raven Tower Watchers
Glooskap and the Theory of Acceptance
The Sky Has Doors
Baptized Martians Remastered
Rheinwiesenlager
The goats of empire change their fleece like little Virgilian golden age sheep as they fling
that Mesopotamian vortex. Amos says "therefore I will send you into
exile beyond Babylon" (Amos 5. 26, Acts 7:42-3). As
there are rings around Saturn that supposedly correlate with the circle around
the hexagram, there is no human illumination, only
deception Maybe they don't want us to know the Star of David is the north pole
of Saturn.
"Their days of Noah come.
What analogies do eighty five postwar German years make for those
"unhappy, pained, gentle creatures who represent the heart of another
Germany, [ in America] and do not understand what is happening to them…
peculiar whiteness and stillness of their eyes which seem to have been drained
of pigment…How closely I press upon a secret! Why am I always attracted by
these desolate spirits?" (Stephen
Spender, Journals,
1939-1983, 30).
Weimar
millennials turn the wheel. The Globe is the absolute superiority of being. "Three
stand naked: the new, bronzed German, / the communist clerk, and myself, being
English" (Spender. Poems, XIV in 1929). The splendid American is
singing "all for one and one for all."
Weimar with Panache.
HBO in simple haunting
tunes: "I’m haunted by these images, /
I’m haunted by their emptiness" (Spender, Poems, XVI). Who
in Weimar America lives in the shadow of war?
None, just like Weimar!
QED!
Spender goes to Weimar a decade
before this end and sees "prisoners / Turned massive with their vaults and
dark with dark" (Poems, XX), where "all things are
naked and opened unto the eyes"
or as Saint Stephen would said when he was stoned: We could read it like Psalms, "I am
poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint…I may count all my
bones." (Psalm 22.14).
The fili,
the poet’s dread satire, was feared to cause bodily harm, but Weimar does not
believe the porcelain words, "slanting
iron hair pattern no stigmata" (Spender, Poems, XXXI). Hearts
are cut from mistaken corpses after the bearded drones hit. The apocalypse is
of heaven, earth and hell machines of criminal angels. Choose one. Chomsky
thinks its Hitler from the right where the forces keep marching, left,
right, left, right. Except they have phones. But it's not this PR Hitler
that is coming or Weimar just back from the Danube or Marlene Dietrich singing
of hyperinflation. It's the man of war. That’s what you get when their knees
are tight on your arms and they hold you down, says Sir Stephen, four angels
loose from Euphrates.
The end celebrated “as a new way of living, a new assessment of what life is
for and how it is lived." Sounds just like being vaxxed. English poets Auden, Isherwood, Spender
were "an inseparable trio who represented the new spirit of literature
during the 1930s and 1940s...deeply influenced by free Weimar, specifically its
decadent homosexual subculture" (Rictor Norton).Weimar changed the
definition of excellence, but that time is past. There will be no nations after
the breakup of iron and clay. There will be no peace and safety in the new
golden age of three harvests and L3 robot dogs on patrol. Resistance fighters
will short them out. Each cell performs the work of all. Send head shots to
this hive with 180 grains. Lure to acid baths Oracle says. I just report the
news.
We are beyond the permanent
Executive proclaimed in 1933. The
Weimar Diaspora and American Political Thought-just in case you like horror
pics, Within the year 1933 oracles will "throw up strange shapes,
broad curves / And parallels clean like the steel" (Stephen Spender. Poems,
XXVI, 1933). "That program of the antique Satan / Bristling with guns on
the indented page" (Poems, XXXIII). Weimar is an American
wanting fervent intercessory prayer.
You think oracles are future but
they are past. Fast forward to the Colorado River late at night, edge of a
lunar eclipse, Halloween with fires, rooftop calls on civilization to surrender
to what it does not believe: If the Electoral College does in the
general election what the Republicans did in Colorado, put the s into
democrasy. Then take the reverse, change Republicans for Democrats, and
keep doing it. Democracy ends its
exile with death. Bizarre Earth burrowers, mole prophets Germany prepared for
this. And Velikovsky. Time smoked Weimar makes good ham.
Electrosmog
moved by dilemma, has an easy kinship with the desolate sweep. I get out
Spender’s Poems of 1933, inscribed to "For Horst Keller as a souvenir
of Oxford London Berlin from Stephen Spender / March 11,
1933," twelve days after the Reichstag
fire (27 Feb 1933). Hitler's "rise" ended in March 1933 after the
Reichstag adopted the Enabling Act of 1933. He burned down the
Reichstag like the Towers. President Paul von Hindenburg appointed Hitler Chancellor
on 30 January 1933 after elections and intrigues. The dates and time of our own
demise that history will canonized are not yet known. Then, Hitler used The
Enabling Act to constitutionally exercise dictatorial power
without legal objection. Spender says in
his Journal, "I met [Horst] on the Hook of Holland boat once, shortly
before Hitler’s rise to power," then he says, "I saw Obama
fall from heaven!" [No he doesn’t!]
"Horst was the son of a general. And now at least four names crowd on to
me I remember. [Frank
Zappa, Jim Morrison, Charles Olson, Noam Chomsky] Many are aristocrats and often close to the
higher ranks of the army. This boy was called Horst. He had a round face with
very well-formed features, delicate lips, light blue eye, and brown hair of an
almost feathery lightness. He was very quiet and polite and he had some small,
out-of-the-way interest – playing the flute or making musical instruments or
something. There’s really nothing much more to it than that. He had a
scholarship at Oxford and I used to call
on him there; we went for walks and I introduced him to Isaiah Berlin. But he
never in the least became part of the life at Oxford...one of those unhappy,
pained, gentle creatures who represent the heart of another Germany, and do not
understand what is happening to them. I have touched a deeper chord than I knew
here, for Have I not met two or three? Didn't I know very well the peculiar
whiteness and stillness of their eyes which seem to have been drained of
pigment? These poor ghosts are really beautiful in a sexless way, because, if
one is a young man of another country, an exile in one's own, one cannot expect
to be virile. How closely I press upon a secret! Way am I always attracted by
these desolate spirits? There was one I met on the Hook of Holland boat once.
(Spender. Journal. 1985, 30). Which did you prefer, 20th century prewar
Germany or 21st century prewar America?
Nobody feels empowered to remember maps, addresses digitally stored, time
no more. Electronic designs are "More beautiful and soft than any moth /
With burring furred antennae feeling its huge path" (Poems, XXVII).
Who are these pained creatures? Sir Stephen says, Watch the hawk with an indifferent eye, that almost won War on the sun until the hands, wings, are found (Poems, 1933,
11). In this best of all possible worlds the Trojan Horse
outside the gate, Leviathan comes to land. We find the eyes of the hawk, its hands,
and tongue. Hurry up Horst!
But Keller is dismissed,
"always just as gentle, just as isolated [with] a restlessness that never
ceased." His poor ghost oracle stands for American hearts,
"peculiar whiteness, drained of pigment:" "Most of these
poets and writers...delivered their sad advice on the literary life which I was
now just about to enter, like ghosts in purgatory, conscious of the relative
failure of their illusions" (World On Worlds, 89).
As if appointing a board of directors Auden assigned Spender to be the poet at
Oxford. Isherwood got to be the novelist grasping at illusion, not compulsion.
Escape from Weimar fell to Dylan Thomas, who stayed drunk to preserve his
integrity, like a good Indian, or Faulkner, or Edith Sitwell divvying esoteric
Jung. The lords of lit affirm this past
as Americans make do the present, as Spender does "the sustained gentle
sense of unhappiness" (31).
It’s not just England Naked in
the world. England is America without the water to cross. England echoes America
and America echoes China, India, Ukraine, Egypt, Japan signifying Horst Keller
naked. On one hand he is the American dismissed for lack of philosophic depth,
like all poets and critics scourge one another, and on the other hand he is the
counterpart of the bullying Spender himself received, "My parents kept me
from children who were rough…their knees tight on my arms. / I feared the salt
coarse pointing of those boys"
(Poems XII).
Ezra Pound dared call Yeats' The
Tower putrid. Hemingway called Spender squeamish, and
why not, for he was as cloistered as a cell phone world. Oops, or was that you?
Spender and Keller prophesy how we live in our Weimar before the fall, "coracles with faces painted
on" (Spender, Poems, III), even
as the Reich-stag burns, the Twin Towers morph as a propaganda tool, mirages of
the digital, like a new species of genitalia that poisoned Van Gogh's
brain and gave him seizures. He saw a color shift which produced the yellow
period, haloes around lights. We know the yellow as gold! Xanthopsia
fools like propaganda. Our seizures after the group mind are offered by Yahoo
with no word on who will destroy the world make Weimar Childhood’s End,
the beast that comes from its ship in 50 years! Logic has disappeared.
This nice commentary of Sir Stephen could have been a Bible
book, like psalms writ large the Savior centuries before, I am poured out like water and all my bones are out of joint. But
it is our Weimar unheeded in the porcelain mist of Slanting iron hair pattern no stigmata (XXXI). That’s clear…That program of the antique Satan /
Bristling with guns on the indented page
(XXXIII). Whatever could he be talking about unless the machine is already
here? We conceive we know, but don’t. Those who fought don’t know, won’t tell.
In the war of three worlds, apocalypse heaven, earth, hell, surely you believe
in one. That’s what you get after their knees are tight on your arms and they
hold you down. Chomsky
thinks Hitler comes from the right, left,
right, left, and who can’t supply? It’s not Hitler coming. It’s not Weimar
we’re living, hyperinflation and Balkanization, four angels loosed from the
Euphrates. I hope you know I’m kidding. The harbor lights will lead us home.
Horst Keller gets Spender’s dismissal for isolation,
temerity, lack of philosophic depth, the same scorn poets and critics give, the
counterpart of bullying Stephen underwent. Pound later called him a wimp. He
says, My parents kept me from children
who were rough…their knees tight on my arms. / I feared the salt coarse
pointing of those boys ( Poems XII). So all who live in Weimar reveal prosperity before the fall, those coracles with faces painted on (III).Horst
Keller
Horst Keller is the victim allowed the unthinkable, that
every global citizen is Horst Keller. The goat gets only a part of sorrow
unknowing. Added to the burdens already felt, I needed an analyst to find my own. Swept under, moved for their
own sake kinship with the desolate, in sheer embellishment I had Horst Keller’s
copy of Spender’s Poems of 1933,
inscribed For Horst Keller as a
souvenir of Oxford London & Berlin from Stephan Spender March 11,
1933. In his September Journal / 1939, published in 1985, Spender describes this Horst, always just as gentle, just as isolated [with] a restlessness that
never ceased: There was one I
met on the Hook of Holland boat once, shortly before Hitler’s rise to power. He
was the son of a general. And now that at least four names crowd on to me, I
remember than many are aristocrats and often close to the higher ranks of the
army. This boy was called Horst. He had a round face with very well-formed
features, delicate lips, light blue eye, and brown hair of an almost feathery
lightness. He was very quiet and polite and he had some small, out-of-the-way
interest – playing the flute or making musical instruments or something.
There’s really nothing much more to it than that. He had a scholarship at
Oxford….
The present lords of lit dismiss the sustained gentle sense of his unhappiness [it] was too much
(31). Even if the Reichstag morphed a propaganda tool, the counterfeit mirage
of the digital, some think the digitals
poisoned Van Gogh, gave him seizures that made his brain shift, which produced
the yellow
period, haloes around lights. Another dislog. We’re not seeing xanthopsia)
but something in group mind. Some word of home group Childhood’s End on the lilac floor.
Note: “A souvenir
of Oxford London Berlin from Stephan Spender / March 11, 1933.”
"I met on the Hook of
Holland boat once, shortly before Hitler’s rise to power." Spender met Keller twelve days after the Reichstag
fire. President Paul von Hindenburg had already appointed
Hitler Chancellor
on 30 January 1933 after elections and intrigues. Hitler used the Enabling Act of 1933 Act, after the Reichstag fire, to constitutionally
exercise dictatorial power without legal objection.
There is no war on terror like a
war on sovereignty itself. "There
is no war on terror like an international war waged by collective proxy against
nation states that resist the hegemony [Ukraine! Ukraine!]. To discipline the
work force of groups funded, armed and trained by intelligence agencies to
spawn an intellectual crack down about the link between French imperialism and
terrorism (fill in your country here) random packs formed a low intensity civil
war with coercive
engineered immigration (K. M. Greenhill), a tool used by one state to
destabilize another. Where the U.S. and Turkey destabilize the Balkans and the
midlanhope, Hungary and Germany, bring civil war breakdown, divide the
world island while the controllers have their way. Divide the Eurasian
peninsula from the Baltic sea to the Black. Create an Intermarium to prevent
German and Russian unity which is why Germany, being overrun by instrumental
victims used as weapons of globalization, let the consequences of globalization
further globalize."
When I was a scholar of the golden age the Days of Weimar were golden in the
States, eternal hero gods were shared by all. Mountains of gold were
found on the moon and mountains of coal below. Anthro-apologists called that
gold the hyper dimension. To get to the gold you had to be made. Spirits
from that side came into their silicone. You think you'll live forever. Jared
Kushner was the DNA of metabolic change. As the third strand implant,
social with the personal must be prepared. That's the Weimar way.
Note: Contract with NASA and Velikovsky came when the late Adam Niswander, of
Adam's Books asked for first editions of Worlds in Collision (Macmillan,
1950) and anything else. Pretty soon one appeared and he was eager with cash
and a copy of Longinus on the Sublime (1907) wasting on his shelves. I
had no interest in mad science, Velikovsky or Freud, but was a poet and had
Stephan Spender’s Poems (Faber, 1933).This “Oracle” appeared in Red Fez # 71 in
Sept '14. The sculpture of Weimar appeared
a week later. See also Gearoid
O Colmain Geopolitical Destabilization of Europe.
Without
Fantasy
Talking to the Unknown we try to understand synergies of it in the
anthropology of Edward Dorn. He says
the alien is a crucifying self-consciousness of doubt at the root of his own
being when he sees the Shoshone. Does he, Dorn, belong?
His doubts serve against the Unknown. His doubts are a mirror of loss and lack.
The filth on the chair that gets on his pants is an image of it..."I had a
great desire to be off, to not take any more, or give any more...for I will say
it, at the risk of blunder: It is impossible for myself and my people to offer
themselves in any but the standard senses" (14).
At least he knows of the surrender, that you have to live it. In some
freak of Methodism he wants to wash this old man's feet to tame him, this 102
year old who stands for all of Idaho, Utah, Nevada and the Great Basin before
electricity, " a volume of Yaa-Aaa-Aaa" (14). "I was aware of
the presumption of my thinking he would be relieved or made happy by having his
feet washed" (13).
Now Here is the Alien: If we want to confront the Unknown we must to do it in
the feet of our old age and death. "The place was intensely neglected, I
gradually saw, and not just filthy as it looked to be at first glance. It was
simply the remains of a life" (12).
The comfort in Dorn's account is that there are two that serve each other in
it, but we don't know why. One Unknown is the wife, like our own mothers and
wives, who "should have died, by the rules of our biology, thirty years
ago. But it was evident that she would stay on, the weaker of the two, until he
smelled the summary message in his nostrils, then she would be free" (12).
"This man and woman were the most profoundly beautiful ancestors I've
witnessed go before me' (12,13). "He is the spirit that lies at the
bottom, where we have our feet. The feet which step between the domains, the
visible sign, the real evidence of the coming event...where this man's low,
incantatory verbs spill down across the plateau and basin" (13)... not
more Indian than man, still as much the flower as the fruit."
Wash his feet! Wash his hands, heart and head! And then maybe lay in the dust
like a penitent, close to the flagellate, and weep for the human lost. This
Shoshone's name is Willie Dorsey. We don't get his real name, Alien old age and
death look like "very old animals [that] have such coats over the eyes, a
privacy impenetrable from the outside" (11).
Cataracts, the blind, the lame, the sick, the living treated by some Doctor of
the Alien practically as a charity, complete with science, intuition and
healing to the "grim weight of bad condition, not especially outlined,
more heavy with despair than one could possibly arrange with rubble" (11).
This is not Ed Dorn. He is a spectator. The physician holds the hand, cuts the
hair, absorbs the breast, the tear, weeping and praying within, but praising
and thanking for what comes out of the "wooden clapboard structures"
(10) of lives that they could be so treated and revived. So that's the human
and knowable even if Unknown. "I saw, the heat, the vociferous mosquitoes
in the building's shade, the slightly moist filth at the back door."
The eye tries to understand
what lamination arches from form
bowed in the firing so daylight appears.
Folds and curves look like something it recognizes
collapsed in the searching to expose these lines.
Some can’t raise their hands.
They don’t have arms or just stumps for arms.
In those we imagine
arms and hands armed with thought
under their cloaks before what is done
before is during and after heart.
The alien and the unknown in the feet of your old age and
death is not in masks to prevent this
nakedness. Either you stand naked or you hide. Dress in any mask or be naked as
yourself as He Who Wears Only HaName. If there were something other than
The Name to stand in it might be the landscape and the racial memory of
landscape that "my parents and grandparents knew" (Momaday, 46), but
for the human there isn't. "I feel deeply about the landscape and I
mean that literally. I think it is important for a person to come to terms with
landscape. I think that's important; it is a means to knowing oneself"
(45). So it comes down to the meaning of landscape too, but this is
intellectualized. The real question is, what is the meaning of
wilderness? That's the difference between being Bear and wearing a Jordan
t-shirt. Nobody is Jordaned from a label, but bear will move you.
Bear, landscape, even ancestry have been substituted with
identities of no purpose to examine. The annihilation of the traditional in
tribal societies and every assimilated subgroup is a negative. Assimilation is
never good, although to say it that bald is offensive. This is also the point
in that First Convocation of Indian Scholars (Ed. by Rupert Costo,
1970). In answering Hopi Charles Loloma about how to assume the traditional
identity Momaday says, "I think that each of us who realizes that the
native traditional values are important has a great obligation to convince the
young of that, who may be wavering with alternatives...[of] the dominant
society which is destroying the world in which it lives" (9). "It's
really up to the older people"(10) to identify "the danger of
superficial existence in the modern world" (10). To counter superficial
existence he says "they have a primary obligation to tell their children
and grandchildren about the traditional world, and try to show them by example
and tell them explicitly that there is an option available to them, and that
they're damn fools if they don't avail themselves of it" (10).
Acculturation
Thus acculturation is "a kind of one-way process in which the Indian
ceases to be an Indian and becomes white man" (10). It is broader than
that too, the PA German ceased to be himself and became an English-American.
Acculturation to the modern translated means to steal the birth rite identity
of the traditional, its language and customs and make the native a mascot of
the modern. There is a continual excavation of the Caucasoid in every subgroup
that assimilates, whether Pennsylvania German, Hispanic, black, Indian. The
anthropologists should excavate themselves to give them something to do,
since they otherwise are the inventors and stalking horse for the modern
against the traditional, looking for power by stealing it. Modern here is not
the pejorative it seems if the native takes his tradition into it to return
what is stolen, or as Momaday says, that "it is good to go into the
enemy's camp" (12). Steal his horses! But he has stolen the children!
Pull Out the Light Poles
That said, it remains to learn tradition from the elder. In the face of radical
destruction this takes more than effort, it takes surrender. Without surrender
the traditional dies. Take your pick, you can spokespersons on Charlie Rose, or
like grandfather. Momaday says it is a duty to teach the young. He addresses
the elder's reluctance: "I wonder if you have any idea of why they shut up
at a certain point like that, why they won't talk to you" (15)? Charles Loloma,
the Hopi, had said that when the power company installed electric poles by
force "the people came out and pulled the poles all back out. These people
didn't want the electricity'"(15).
Don’t bother much
as long as they don’t see,
or you get caught
collecting torpedoes and flares,
or shoot out insulators on the poles
to vaccinate du mal a shot to wash
when all short-terms are gone and phosphate
aluminums blame another cause.
This is symbolic of the whole when the enemy enters the
native camp it is called deliverance, but is really theft of the child. It is
destruction of the tradition, which is obvious when white missionaries go to
New Guinea but apparently not when the Internet sells social network.
You have to live it, not be curious of it.
Fight Against Electricity!
Ben Barney, a Navajo, says
he had a grandfather who taught him until the age of eight, but when he died he
couldn't find a replacement. Another says, "my grandfather died, and he
was one of the last men in the village who knew the whole ritual cycle of
songs. He died without letting me or my father, or any of us record any of it.
I think he felt that this thing that he had was too precious to just give out,
and have it exposed to someone whom he never knew well. And he'd rather die
with it than have that happen to it. It seems to me he was saying, you're not
going to to live it. You're one of these people that's fighting for the
electricity. (I am not, in fact)" (17). So the ticket to the universal (!)
is you have to live it, not be curious of it. Surrender to the traditional! If
you will not surrender, and the elders have any pride, they take it to the
grave in sorrow. But it is not to be studied by post docs. It is to be lived.
How many young think their elders outweigh the modern?
Against Illumination!
In the Esquilache Mutiny in Madrid, Palm Sunday 1766, 4400 oil burning
streetlamps Esquilache had installed in the streets of Madrid, twelve feet
high, iron and glass, were all smashed in protest against their illumination.
So the Navajo are onto a modern dilemma the elders see, that the spy cameras,
geo phones, grids that illumine the corners of the Rez and the life,
surveillance lamps, cameras, microphones to make us safe, don't. You better
believe it chiildren.
Lifeway
That you have to live it goes a long way toward knowing both wilderness and
identity. Living is not an intellectual function. "But he was saying,
you're one of these people who are fighting for this. My people never had
electricity. We never lived that way. And if I give you my lifeway, if I tell
you my lifeway, you're going to sit and laugh at me, because you're laughing
anyhow just by your behavior" (17).
Only among the remnant American tribes does anyone dare to challenge the
modern. Other sales groups embrace it like a life way iPhone. The elders won't
speak to this, "naturally they are not going to tell you. I mean, they
can't. I can see why he felt there is no way to communicate experience; the
essence of it, the reality of it. I believe he was saying: I could give you
words, and you could put them down, but that wouldn't mean the same thing"
(17). Is this reality versus the virtual? The track of a bear versus a video
game? These things are important if you want to have anything left on the earth
that isn't homogeneous and interchangeable. Like babies.
Everything said here of the American tribes transfers to every family and
subculture.
2.
Momaday avoids the satiric in his work, but it is a satiric haunt like a ghost
river in every meadow, grove and stream the summer nights after the predators
came. Then a foam appeared at the exit pipes of plants along the upper
Allegheny. It is hard enough to name Bear and Wilderness when those subsequent
masks upon masks cover up naked being. Surrender. Stand up and strip, confess,
then kneel! Wilderness trees, canyons, streams and things under and in them,
screeches in the night, wheat, bear, porcupine are symbols to show what they
are standing for, something else, life mirrors that open doors and close the
way we live. Only the sun has escaped our dominion. The sun escaped the nano tales
that seine the atmosphere in a net, to take earth away.
How To Know and Recognize the Alien
These image masks are the ultimate reality that deny we are predators or
aliens. If you want to know the alien go and be one. Sit in the Mogollon. Do
you belong? Find a bear. Is he your friend? People wander out all the time,
light fires to be found, but the ones that aren't found bone up. Coyote Wound
Dresser had a talk with Walt Whitman, Wound Dresser, but things did not turn
out well for Whitman. The alien cannot be modeled, but it is knowable if
Unknown. I'm going to tell you what it is.
The representative argues that the self, the
native, can be transformed by the other, for the Other works a spiritual manumission, an
appendage connected to greater intelligence. The edification offered by the
other is a pretext of the bondage itself. So the self/native thinks it is free
but is further deceived, whether in believing there is political liberty or the
threat of its loss is in any way other than a false flag engineered to justify its
erroneous acts.
Other
Duplicit paradox schemes to make the other and
the self seduce the self to accept the other as a sign of its own liberation.
So the Reichstag fire, government
preempts the meditation of the emotion of freedom the self and native possess.
Slave narratives of self and other are the same as received opinion vs. the
imaginative, which Hegelian dialectic is the mainspring that inspires loss of
freedom. All attempts at unity welcome slavery in this deception. Freed slaves
make their narratives public to further oppress the oppressed. When the
ex-slaves enter cultural consciousness they are given a seat but it is a jump seat
and they are only there to control their fellows. Look what you could do if you really tried, the message says, hence
by transference possible rebellion is quieted.
A
further case says that style is everything and subject matter indifferent,
which vanity makes artists and philosophers demolish truth. The celebration of
the nothing is a simple predictive program of breaking all boundaries in the
breaking of the word. In this artists think they are emancipated but not only
have they fallen but taken the whole culture. What is in the abyss? Nothing. If
a book or thought can be independent of what it says, divorced from text, an
asemic writing that only simulates word and thought, then its end is the
destruction of the world. World here is defined as organic life.
These
ace counterfeiters make deviation from the norm an artists' freedom,
equivocating freedom, which can only mean faith. Freedom is a faith. Only the
representatives of emancipated slaves, the Judas goats, think or say that the
obvious is devious, that the simple conceals the esoteric, that the mind holds
deposits of collective suffering in all external speech which is true to the
discerning. It is their intellectual cunning, their fiction to believe this
after a time of affirming it. To cite Flaubert saying of Mme Bovary that he wrote it out of a hatred of realism, realism
here means depravity, a hatred of depravity. There can never be an end to the
double think that justifies its own misconception and misapprehension of truth.
Only by denying truth can it achieve its own self acceptance. In the darkness
of false histories combined, and the
personal associations made to justify the ways of the world to the world, the
intellect creates its own misbegotten priesthood. History is the story of human
slavery not liberation, but the whips are not always on the back. The religions
of Egypt and Babylon, Greece, Rome and sublimated England sold the idea that
there was and is a secular fulfillment in pleasure, transparency, visibility,
reality and unreality and they keep on selling this to the slaves.
The
importance of recognizing these precursors of post Contact realities is that
once the native has been supplanted it does not return, except in reinventions
of the modern, which are themselves pretenses of alien kinship. These days they
call it alignment. A metaphor of the
transhuman, technology and modernism, whatever you will, are fertile
pollination of the metaphor of Contact and multi-dimensionality that takes
place at every effect of technology and civilization to bend the will of the
(native) person to its empire. Are we the Abenaki? Not if we want to win. Win
what exactly? That question is the same as where shall we flee in the Day, to
the mountain or to the sea? Well neither, so that leaves, as one interlocutor
says, the valley, the worst choice of all. So whether to remain in ignorance in
the face of these contacts and be carried by the contemporary delusion or to
resist them...says Hamlet, born for such a time as this!
Well you
may think it Hamlet, but it is Esther. Led merely by the prose of the thought,
Esther has born to intercede for her people against the forces of their
destruction, the ice giant Haman, but there was no integration of Haman, merely
execution, even if he was invited to repent. If the priest represents the power
of the new Contact, then the primitive is the tribal, the one on the outs with
empire, and appointing the priest to be a Gluskap is absolutely in the vein of
baptizing Martians inviting ET to be a Bishop. Everyone else takes the mark of
the beast except those in that time who do exploits. With flattery he will corrupt those who have violated the covenant, but
the people who know their God will be strong and do exploits (Daniel
11.32).
Nothing if not facetious, this reeducation to the religion, psychology, physics
departments. The ice giant is reeducated to be kin. Glooscap respelled is
reeducated to be a priest. Students are reeducated to be new members of their
global re-tribal society of the new world. Caliban is reeducated to become a
man. Prospero puts down his wand, and your phone is bugged. Cookies? It's a
tossup as to who you will serve. Because you must be brought under control.
Take the physical as done in the spiritual and make your own
lists from that. We infer the regime of prison without walls from turning in
your neighbor who does wear a mask or in too large a group gathered, calling
every epithet that truly belongs to you, you old Obama Clinton deplorable
gunner god religion. All without walls
happen within. We don't want to overlook such treks as the Exodus and the march
of captivity in Babylon or the Long trail of tears of the Cherokee. The prisons
and the prisoners of war are everywhere, the Armenian extermination, the
Biafra, and Bushman, on and on, precursors of the digital overlord and all
behaviors of shaming, doxing, outing etc. among epidemic missing persons.
Just like the camps of Abu Ghraib threw together people
unconnected, as all the WWII camps the Stalags threw together, where Levinas
hid his philosophy in notebooks and waist gunner kids from Texas kept a
secret history of the camps on cigarette papers (Carl Carlson. Return Ticket),
it is only the time and place and intensity that determined how radicalized
these got, whether the Nazis or the American. But with any luck you could get a
gulag or a B. Traven mahogany camp, even an Argentine military camp and a chat
with Timmerman’s Susan (Jacobo
Timmerman. Prisoner Without a Name, Cell Without a Number).
One of the human features that emerges is of the man who
never quits so we have records and hold in our hands the works of the camps and
the towers, Raleigh's The History of the World, Bunyan, Pilgrim's
Progress, Levinas Existence and Existents, Frankel: "eventually
I began to reconstruct the manuscript which I had lost in the disinfection
chamber of Auschwitz, and scribbled the key words in shorthand on tiny scraps
of paper (34). In the middle of escape he runs back to the mud hut to get his
essentials, "my food bowl, a pair of torn mittens 'inherited' from a dead
typhus patient, and a few scraps of paper covered with shorthand notes (on
which I had started to reconstruct the manuscript which I lost at Auschwitz
(58), and all up and down the ladder of existence to Carl Roland Karlson who
wrote on cigarette papers his history of survival. Pentonville will model the new
prisons like the Getty museum and every castle where runaway
and captive children are wholesaled to bidders, some 900,000 missing a year USA
among the 90,000 children of the Boy Scouts, the orphanages of Indian children
in Canada, the missing the national parks, the hundreds of thousands abused by
priests, the satanic networks, the CIA blackmail houses for the elite. The
London Tower, Raleigh, Bunyan, Cartwright. Foxes Martyrs. Mennonite
Book of Martyrs. B. Traven Camps in the Jungle, debt-slavery in the
montería, in Der Ziegelbrenner (The Brick Burner). “He loved to
tangle things up,” Mrs. Lujan said,
“In a certain sense, it was a defense, a form of vengeance. He would tangle
people up and then laugh about it. He invented many lies and loved it when
people made mistakes…When I suspected something and asked him about it, he
would get furious,” she recalled. “He used to say, ‘Nobody should ask anyone
else about anything, because questions only oblige one to lie.” Solzhenitsyn in
Siberia, gulag cells. Wittgenstein in Italy. Levinas a POW in the French army
as an interpreter, so not sent to extermination. Hegel’s Phenomenology of
Spirit was in one of the prison camp's reading room. Levinas’s 1947 Existence
and Existents may be placed alongside other works created in the Stalag
system such as Braudel’s The Mediterranean. In a POW camp near Lübeck, where
he remained for the rest of the war. Braudel drafted his La Méditerranée et le
Monde Méditerranéen à l'époque de Philippe II (The Mediterranean and the
Mediterranean World in the Age of Philip II), without access to his books or
notes and relying only on his memory and a local library.[3]
and Messiaen’s Quartet for the End of Time. the ‘last Kantian
in Nazi Germany. The experience of the camp acknowledged, not without irony at
the expense of Sartre and others, in the Preface to Existence and Existents,
where Levinas presents his book as the result of research ‘begun before the
war’ and then ‘pursued and to a large extent written up in captivity’. Like the
dog Bobby, enthusiastically greeted the Jewish prisoners as they returned from
forced labor and in doing so recognized their humanity. He was in the camps for
five years through Auschwitz. His work is full of the psychology of survival to
be hoped for. It also always amounts to the positive.
Caygill
says, -June 1940 the French 10th Army was surrounded by invading German forces
at Rennes. Among those captured was Emmanuel Levinas, mobilized as an
officer/interpreter in 1939 and now imprisoned as an enemy combatant under the
terms of the Geneva Conventions. Levinas was five years in captivity, first at
Frontstalags in Rennes and Laval, then at Vesoul, and from June 1942 until May
1945 at Stalag 11B at Fallingbostel near Magdeburg in Germany.
Geoffrey Hartman half way in England on
Kinder Transport at 13, Timmerman in Argentina. Frankl in Germany.
Iraq: Camp Bucca,
also here. Abu
Ghraib. Andre Maurois, Tragedy in France. JFK, Why England Slept.
Inmates dog eat dog, capos, commandants, Quislings, Sympathers, John
McCain. Edwardo
Galeano. Posed shots at Abu Ghraib, leftist journos, the left
was always a facade from whenever to wherever, which is why Koestler compiled The God That Failed.
Ignazio Silone, Blood and Wine all the Marxist and semi dogmatic novels
ruse of the left. The right produced no literature, unless Ayn Rand. The right
was a fantasy of the left. the Knights Templer a scapegoat for their own sins,
because neither one were left and right, they were pedophiles and cannibals
that hid in tunnels under Museums and railway stations and post offices and
churches and a thousand places never visited, for sure. It sounds so extreme,
that the CIA shelled
the concluding peace talks in Kabul to prevent them finishing, ISIS an
invention to justify neutralizing the mid-East.. Was that right or left? Does
war matter, the Hegelian dialectic, the unknown Order?
Among
the series of engineered eschatology Bow Cache Raider Rider disc wash monuments
hit by lighting, one big difference between UFO and other conspiracy before JFK
and 9/11 and every post hoc after the fact debunk of the elaborate allegations
the Warren, 9/11 commissions, who combat
with the facts, UFO is the other way round. It is before the fact, and where the news
media supports the debunkers of the use prior, with the UFO it reports the
tantalizing clues,, third hand congressional committee reports televised. The
prior post hocs opposed the voices of
Kennedy and Malachi Martin, but with UFO the two sides that before disagreed
agree and work together. Orb watchers, the navy, congress, evangelists urge the
fact. Various schools of interpretation from Sitchin and the end of Kali Yuga back
to the Sumer and the Anunnaki. What conspiracy theory doesn’t end in Egypt? All
different discriminations of romanticism. Many truly become one in UFO from
General MacAuthor to Reynard Reagan.
"In our own time, the sky does
not darken with sails but with signals. We no longer greet aliens at the shore
but at the retina, the genome, the algorithm. And still we call them kin."
DISCRIMINATION OF CONTACKS.
Professor Ker called it "the fairy way of
writing," but for Mr. Gosse it was inconsistent with "keeping to the
facts";' but F. Y. Eccles'4 (following Pellissier) it was "the
romantic system of ideas" corrected the direct source of "the
realistic error," of the tendency to conceive of psychology as "the
dry notation of purely physiological phe- nomena" and consequently to
reduce the novel and the drama to the description of "the automaton-like
gestures of La bête humainel"
the human beast (231) Professor Ker’s implied "reminiscence":
"the romantic schools always depended more or less on the past." Geoffrey
Scott finds "its most typical form" to be "the cult of the
extinct." Professor Schelling says "the classic temper studies the
past, the romantic temper neglects it; .... leads us forward and creates new
precedents"' (17).
Paul More says Romanticism is
"the illusion of beholding the infinite within the stream of nature
itself, instead of apart from that stream"- an apotheosis of cosmic flux.
but a special student of German Romanticism cites as typical Romantic utterances
Friedrich Schlegel's "alles Sichtbare hat nur die Wahrheit einer
Allegorie," everything visible is an allegory, and Goethe's "alles
Vergangliche ist nur ein Gleichnis,' flux is just a parable. M. Seilliere casts
the Romantic mind with an inferiority-complex, "une impression
d'incompletude, de solitude morale, et presque d'angoisse,"
incompleteness, moral solitude, anguish, that feeds imperial domination, hence
patriotism, whether in individuals or nations too confident of the
will-to-power, romanticism makes super man, arising from a mystic advantage of
celestia alliance. (Lovejoy, The Discrimination of Romanticisms)
2. This is about robotization, however when the colonist is
made a new native by whatever conquest, as the analogy of the Abenaki,
transmogrifies into what is as unimaginable as the Aztec thinking the Spanish
were gods, fulfilling the sacred. who can see the dementia, the flat heart fake
eye stares? How many ways to pollute a name, dressed up dolls with finger
rings, all thinking that they lived freely when they were images broadcast from
a projector, when all the authorities of the world are deposed, taken over.
This film is now showing innumerably terrifying monsters and various rascal
bands of the common wandering through fields changing shapes into wild beasts.
Dreams have significance, rebellious asses
long ears turned into horns in the middle of their foreheads which made
him want to give them his heart, but they turned it to the human answer, not
the giver of life., Baal always worshiping, asses in revolt, nothing compared
with the cows in feedlots with bear feet
and dragon tails, their breath so sulphurous they set fire to roofs of those
towns. The cow was a bear, the cow was a lion, the cow was anything but itself,
but nothing compared with the hog hordes that styed the soil so they were more
like wolves. RPGs out of their mouths, but hot foam from nostrils put out the
fire. They were fire pigs that looked like tigers, but at night had pillows for
their heads. You think this bad but what about the tens of thousands of one
eyed dogs and three legged myths of Cadmus, Actaeon and GEryon, Cephalus dog,
biting among foxes who broke into banks and robbeded the old S&L safe boxes?
They ate all the chickens and joined by the cats of Akron infested house and
barn. The well to do wonder cock changed with the sheep, all at once
incandescent in the yard, blue, gold, scarlet as the sun may be, except the
rooster beak took falcon wings. Some
turned black as you might imagine, hundreds, thousands in air and on ground.
Owls with iron feathers, flies, locusts wade across the moor. Poor frog was
done more harm than good. Scorpions, caterpillars, ants turn peacock. It was
beautiful if you like the sort.
The alien precedes apocalypse in two weeks and deepens the
spiritual life. Metaphors hunger. Put up cucumber. Water freely, but it isn't
even one AM. The kiln is cooling, ready to open at dawn. Thirst lacks
inebriation. You can prove yourself when you get old enough to be the last one
standing. By then you will know your fathers and mothers as well. That's when
they start. Personal marks raised like tattoos, not furrows. The effect of
blood moons so to speak, is the thing not over when over? Destructions,
uprootings, severance as one would
translate in Shakespeare’s King James: God is my refuge and my
strength, a very present help in trouble, therefore we will not fear, though
earth be removed and the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.
We're not supposed to say that
apocalypse is mental. A commentator on the age raves and grows more fierce of
music heard in the spheres, not speech in stars. In those lines read apocalypse
.
What's beyond is where they throw bodies into tombs that come out alive when
they strike Elisha's bones. Elisha's
bones, and of those hands which pierce the poles, the innocent evangelions against the angels’
west, comprehend war on childhood, the shadow of days, scapegoats for the Day.
I told the teacher we had been bombed, children schooled in attack. It certainly saves lacerations from ballistic
glass. Apocalypse
is mental beneath FEMA transplants. Evacuate.
Inoculate. I don't want to give away the plan. No doubt you have your own.
Grief counselors available. They sewed fig leaves together and made coverings
for themselves long before we swept the room. Never sit publicly with backs to
a door, mark the exits. No questions. No
inebriation. We easily see the forms. But how would they know until after?
I got a trim this morning to look good going in. You
get a better spot that way. Lovely children of the air awake in the middle of
four eclipses of the tetrad moon, Yippee science and government unleashed. Oh
don't forget the Mars opposition Tuesday! You can watch it online, split
screen. If you don't know these, be blessed you. Are we ready? Don't be absurd.
We long, we exult! What do we know? pieces like a potter's vessel, those
who call lands by their own names. Steubenville gets on youtube with it,
imitation as the rulers counsel. Lots of pots to break, but who has time? Angels
like a super collider maybe. Astrologers think it's the Ukraine. Prophets think
it's the fig, that the days of visitation are come, the days of recompense
are here. the prophet is a fool, the spiritual man is mad.
Stars set out to mark the seasons of change. Neptune came
inside Pluto. Stars fell like figs. A strong wind to litter the ground, ripe to
overripe. Here's to the thorn in flower.
Here is one small way of access only, close-curtained from light to Utterance! So
what do you pick them up with, one by one? Overt
nakedness. The fig has kept its secret. You see through the scarlet. That's
how a fig lies. Sewn fig leaves. Walnuts fall to perdition, if not Tartarus,
deepest of all underworlds, one last scientifically attained gold world stuff
as big. Ask and it shall be given. Maybe that's why. It's as though the figs
were eager to fall, like divers at rush on their horns for position, jockeying
rash things, and then they change their minds embarrassed by the better sort,
the Sirians with pre-Ptolemic systems. Whether before or after star worship,
fig bondage exudes till a drop of
ripeness and it is all.
Caligula stabbed
the sea, Homer took a full wage paid by Laocoön. Daniel says the 4th
beast up from the sea is global, without borders, when goats cast stars to the
ground and trample them. Distinguish the stars and what Neptune makes them
substitute for the One, star
gods conform all to myth, the Fall
of Jerusalem not yet out. Now furthered by governments and genetic tinkers,
Pleiadian or not, the Canopeans generally engineered the human and sent
benevolent alien giants to tutor their protohuman state, says Doris Lessing
anyway in her Canopus series. The Book of Enoch and proto Trojan history buried
to deceive us has the Horse into the city. Ur by failure of the cosmic fell
entirely backwards. The giant purpose of latter day genetic engineering to make
the man an immortal bastard of himself, driven out with an ice chip in the
heart to conduct symphonies in fiction, solos and quartets exteriorized to a
man on a life raft sent into verse below sea and earth, stripped of it by Death
and here, though set in dust, we beholdeth Him whose name is the Rising.
One moment of provocation
circles and intersects with character and put in "the cages, Toying with
the bone as an end in itself, consummation with the disc like zen saffron
spirituality of diffusion. Yaunty Leg snug at the bottom. Who is Yaunty? An excuse
for eOoks! ShOOkPurse in there along with Charon, BOOkhoven, Aesop, Wisdom
ROOster and Microfish. In other words Sue 3.0. Macroprint was her
name, or Janga before she changed. There is no known means of contact
except weekends in the courtyard." Seems yesterday I now remember, the
inside looks like the outside used to look, but then the inside looked like the
outside does now. Go with Elijah, El is Yah, Yah is El.
They took young men to
grind, children under the wood, the crown fallen from heads. We drank water for money now, our
houses taken by aliens. The precious sons of Ohio purer than snow were
polishing their rubies. Listen to the breathing. Ohio to Pittsburgh, the city
of perfect beauty, that even its streets and freeways lament. the daughters of
hossiers. Is it nothing to you who drive by Chicago's sin, removed from there
to the brazen sea with the unknown remains of Idaho, Utah,
Nevada, and the Great Basin in
the Mississippi, written in a book to float downstream. Fall from the heaven or
go out to her, you astonishments that swallowed the Rockies. What about the
inhabitants of Poland? Do not speak of them.. Merida is broken. Kedar, Edom,
Bobal uncovered. Ameeka, Edom bald, cuttings planted in the soil not to
grow, summer fruits, peach and pear,
turned with shouting into creosote. Stay out of Arizona and Nineveh, Egypt,
that very fair heifer, and Sicily. Get out of Gilead. Mind their zpluck. Get
up, hide in the kilns, not in Buffalo, or go along Eire for water. Johanan is
not Jonah. Ismael not Basha. Remnants of Ja El.
The future wake through the
darkness, so many hours hence such city as we name will reach the height of its
futurity by lightning and thunder, illumined with earth quake fire, volcano
wind dissolve to dust of stone, as if stone were water, ground become wind
laughter, fire plunging the waves as one. Akron, Toledo, Eire, Pittsburgh done.
Maple, Oak, Pine, hemp, iron, cling with one hand, the other gripping their
brains to shield eyes from burns. Palms
that think mushroom fountains torn from sky, earth shortened, corkscrewed,
tangled rope like water, the whole act forever the whole act. ghost shadows
most that start from the feet. We dared the dark to reach the warm. The loam
had looks, hearts tossed tongues, the wind was ozone tethered to a snail. I
believe, I believe. All the ghosts are gay. Know our bones you who carry the sun underarm There are five
things the mouth asks that the hand takes, a fire that can bring your heart
back. Ripeness reaching the field. Under the leaves, under the grass, under the
dry ground the stone.
Deserts and pits, drought
and shadow prophets, broken cisterns, home born slaves, incense to the stars,
broken pots and wheels committed two evils, Then Pashur hit Jeremiah, gave
their hands to marry burning, enticing cedars painted with vermilion. wind
eaten lovers. Write it out, halting familiar visions of their own hearts to
take the name of Baal, shave heads, cut beards, like in Shilkoh, Shakalo
Urijah, Micah. They said all the purists on the coasts were prophets. San
Angeles, Providence, Meimi, Houston, Nulon Rouge. Diviners of pillars, bases,
vessels taught the rebels seventy years by their dreams to be carried captive,
wrote letters to all the people of the Orange and the Snail. Inland they taught
rebellion in heaps. At the last you will understand it, the whole valley of
ashes. Who is Baal that they planted a
second time, hidden, proclaiming liberty. More incense. It was beginning of the
winter, of gliding shapes.
The social impact of Black Science technology colonies
subverting and converting natives for social, political, commercial ends, you
may say the Indians needed to make psychic room for Lebensraum, you may
say colonials overturned all traditional beliefs because traditional
beliefs were wrong. But Nunca más.
Please go before you
escape. Or after the escape. Effort gets out of the city, or country,
multitudes falling beside trucks, in roads, the privileged pacing by in trains
and armored vehicles. Why let any peasants in is due the master plan, peace and
happiness for every man. Play your saxophone, no need press against the window,
flat nose on window panes. Reflection in the glass as much other faces, hearts
as much in the beyond, no point describing, hotel, warehouse or stations which
mind-bestial turnings of the 14th century conclusions were the norm. He
actually carries John Gower's Voice of
One Crying. If you want to know the name of the writer, give. We want to
know the derailment imbued in the dark,
covering light instead of details to the point of entrainment, as if fiction,
as if some description of a train of misery warns the difference that sends
smells, sounds and crowds scuffling.
Salvation comes in
miniature. In docudramas the trouble comes from women, men, groups,
rivals, from the Freedom that makes known those who harbor such thoughts:
"this man and woman were the most profoundly beautiful human." That
if you live well toward knowing, laugh rivers with people who don't want
electricity, whose doubts against the Unknown remains of Idaho, Utah, Nevada,
and the Great Basin will not wash away, Ohio long since gone, what seeds do
were gone, sown, fallen in a harvest raised against wilderness scab-shriveled
mold and armyworm
during day winter pupa in soil. Physical hardened topographies reinhabit internal species.
Civilized boots back Good up to the edge down the hill. The road winds and then
the truck, backed up and in, bodies in mind piling up fox, bear, seal, hawk,
coyote, horse, start to come apart from the unmaking glued back skins, beaded
ridges marred as if none, nameless, to look at the faces below, diminish
plateau, mountain and cave, a topography one can see. The face, the nose, the
cheek, the brow that shades the eyes, one knee stuck out, arm down among
hunchbacks, joined at the shoulder. One's a girl. The guy’s got an arm around
her, looking down, praying something. Shoulders, heads, one, two, three long
coats, hats on top, left on the rocks. Herringbone moving. Somebody hasn’t been
born. People that play with clouds. An eye hidden in a cliff, toddlers in the rocks. The other arm sticking
out, you know what that is? A bird on a roost or a fat monk. Don’t have names for them all, the samurai
behind the back, an elbow down sits in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders
right, entities of Collective Mind. All is One Forbidden, and after
enlightenment don't worry, opinion like weather forecasts, Ophelia silent in
the roar. That's the adagio.
One advice would be to go
into captivity. Swim underwater in viscose veins like fish with a blemish,
tanks to survive a war, for this is as much about the sea as a train. Don't
wait in Weimar for it to start, hide under Dresden in a meat locker or bail out
over Paris. Hero you may be. Gravity is his muse The unreal upstart can't hear
the noise of its own approach even to the point where the vapor trails of its
rockets, or in this case the chemtrails of war like ghosts who flee the Judean
fields are denied. I know this is impossible to understand. It is only because
that it is better to hear and to know and not understand than to hear and deny.
We are before the roaring trees and the rushing grass, paving the way for their
coming to pass. That sums the unconscious state we all used to inhabit. Some
beauty will maintain it is the best of all possible worlds. More to point he
was that wrote facetiously, do not deal with the Neptune Development Co.
This fall, not yet you wake
up on the coast of a storm and swim out where the sun is having a beautiful day
waking in September among comets. Blue stem overwhelmed a century before by
King Ranch had nothing to say of its captivity. Eyes rasping for light, shadows
of herd grown great, full length wasted gods rotting in their pillows. There
were no common breakfasts or dressing,
beings without bodies like cruets, crocks and casseroles in fantasies of the
collective mass camp. So say it for him, Jeremiah to St. John, over and over
state the unobvious torn page gofernment tore out of this philosophy it burned
in the grate. Yes they knew it was coming.
Shouldn't we be doing
something, run to the street, warn the others, empty the mind so the cupboard
jars don't explode, launch some commandos? We're going to speak for him a new reality like a
prison cell without the acrylic intellect of real prisons where inmates know.
They don't know their rations, their cells, their collective tiers, stripes,
pink underwear jostling in the yard with shanks and tools of kindness. Insert
iPod, cell phone and desktop to flick
the microwaves, power plugs and GPS wandering. Next
person up will have memory wipe, rejuvenalization straight, devices surrogate
to live reprogrammed in episodes that remove anxiety.
Dreams working late at
night raise eagles and wear a heavy shirt. A large eagle lands on the shoulder
of the life you must know, while a smaller female lands in his lap, profusion
of eagles that find the carcass gathering. A baby eagle snuggles into his fur,
the mother preening, while the father with claws next to his neck looks out, as
if each were to bring the unique text burning in acts of precognition, written
warnings before the fact, with a large white dog or a coyote, a dumpster around
the corner he can't see, but knows. If those, St John, de nada, his portals,
hold the blue prints, Kyrie Eleison, a cappella under the casement, emaciates
come to call sinners not the righteous, light the dark of the Last Words: Babylon shall come
applauding.
Joined
in marriage to Atlas built castles,
the Governor relied on stones around his thick
fingers,
and
shrines of chaste scorpions, cedar and sycamore
where
Saturn stood unstaunched.
Organic golden priests, shields of brass
three
years plucked by apes and peacocks in forests
by the roots, come down upon the heads
of
Cherubim in parks by molten pools.
Houses in pomegranates prophesied with guitars
Trombones
the last words of Iron drawn by seers,
six fingered and toed the dissected giants
oracles
shouting
in the tops of trees to greet them.
The faces of lion-like men devouring barley
stripped heads of strangers for messages,
mighty famous men, who set up in rooms
among plants by the lake of lions.
Not supposed to say we live our lives freely says
the head of the barley giants with six toes. Inevitable as a fire managing
fantasies, history, dreams of boxcars and underground cities spun by the
varicose mirrors in bars to shield the surface tarnish when the innkeep wipes
it clean.
Ambushed by his own security, staging illusion, no one
talked. Fake defectors of shadow gofernment cabals never recovered from
wiretapped beliefs named Hirsh, Pinchot, O' Donnell, Crump, Mohrenschildt,
Wisner uniquely enlightened.
Patrician groups of psychedelic women, bulldozer screams along the canal, pathetic
Dick Acid, Planetary Bull Surface point contrasts with reprogrammed space. Now
that you know their names you see that nothing is revealed. Prophetic masters
from the Space Lab reprogrammed reality. That means it was rejuvied. Do you
long to be a juvenile again? Then there was a struggle on the prairie, eight
levels of psy-con accelerators. Brainwashed for peace, entice cheering
protozoans whistled at high tide for the whales. Turn on the spigot Turn on the
Senate. She lay on the bed incubating
meteorological circuits. This was the sacred chowder of the swamp broadcast to
experienced world packs. What do you want from me, a paranormal pancake dish?
Hegel
initiated complication experiments
altered
gunmen cut holes in dog cheeks,
illuminized
Trojans lit up the dark
They conversed at Ariel College with these angels. A command
psychiatrist induced infancy after juvenalization by simulating spectator
belief. World hypnotic induction of psychopatisies dissolved in flowerine
submission, the last occipitals of narcopulsion. Moles guaranteed a bulbocapnine
anthrosophy, shaping germs discovered by Margaret Mead who took 1,2,3
depatterned anectine seas. It was called EA 1729. Missile milk bust flowed from
the bright children of the sun. Permindex dosages of no mind implanted
transponders, spin-segmented synthetic
fiber polycentric night out of viscose fiber. Sphincters spliced long lasting
on the floor. With a good car in garage next to the Principia, eyelids steamed
open, heads strapped in chairs, depatterning occurred from 400 KZs. Some the IP
torn, GOF form sent to space, others pretending a *readyoactive monitor went to
caves. These were all the time secret Hman experiment domes! He was changing
too fast. They couldn't control him anymore.
The eye has this
naturalizing quality, that it must look and live before it recognizes the
pattern before it, especially if it knows the pattern that existed in its mind
before the making, during the unmaking, the high hopes and dreams of the
unreal. Reality is that hard to accept, but then it exists and must be accepted
only for what it is in soda cans and trucks, if we could not bring ourselves to
admit this is a front for the underground. When it comes necessary to know big
things and small, that rich and poor are of their own and that that is the
nature of knowing, which knowledge proceeds to loving, barrierlessness
allowing, it sounds like a poem, space in the beginning and at end
incompleteness compete with work that achieves the gift. The wind shifted and
plucked up the garden, but people like the ordinary, think the universe sends
customers at its bidding. Dry earth moved and the mountains the sea. Windows
lit up Scandinavia in the heaven. In schools they picked the children up by the
heels to shake them. Whether any of it did any good, he waited for the unseen. One
neighbor apologized the same as Jonah, "will I have eyes at the bottom of
the sea, supposing I descend there on endless stairs where future things swim
in empty outlines of skeletons?"
It's pretty much all about the ultimate, the absolute, to
struggle against. For Job the voice in the whirlwind, leviathan, behemoth, but
for Babylon it was the temptation of itself. Too much to resist. But for us
it's easy to resist Universal Resonance. Synchronous lateral excitation,
natural sway, small oscillations increase amplitude as
the colonists step. Oh the wisdom of crowds wave in vibrational modes. An
object at temperatures above absolute zero oscillates its innate therm. Two
objects touch, vibrate to increase. This
conditions fires in the hill a hundred feet above, fought by boys and men.
Standing waves of focus induce quakes crossed to create synthesis where the oil
well gushed against the window pane. They read the Psalms polarizing the sun’s
hyperspace to a field of force.
There was a path to a cave with white scorpions, long
wavelengths around the curvature of Earth.
Gwen towers to ground waves, ELFs for long distance wire antennas a mile
across where pitch and musty events line stairs covered with boots and cigars.
Broadcast symbols friendly to those in the dark on the dirt floor of the
firehouse at the school.
A network of cable umbrellas explains every bit of crank
engines and hoses. Enchantment occurs from 3 Hz to 30 and in VLF to 300 kHz.
Under the stage of this reality brainwaves change in octaves. Vibrations
illumine the engineer. Imagination flares beside the trains. Torpedoes jimmied
from metal shacks, strapped to the rock, drop twenty feet to explode, a bridge
of synchronized Human brainwaves, phase-locked frequencies of entrained, slag
holes up from mines' fresh pits, green hills swollen from a belief system that
reached critical mass. Sides too slippery to climb for fear of not surviving
fire and slag. Physical reality changed with the frequency.
Silent Sound Spread Spectrum -SSSS - Present ‘reality’ at 435 MHz, redesigned. BrainSpeak, subliminal programming,
A new reality of thought forms transmitted from 400-450 Mhz. Trains boiled
black over all. Ultra-High Frequency
broadcast inaudible messages directly in
the subconscious. Mob Excess Deterrent Used Silent Audio (MEDUSA),
short microwave pulses rapid heat shockwaves inside skull. That's how they get
the bugs out. Touch or stand in the battlefield of elves, like being inside a
microwave. 32
Metronomes you play in social order.
Coded, subjugated, prioritized alters layered in personalities. This proviso
serves. None should be believed. All should be believed. Grok xAI.
You woke the world of
Lebensraum; you woke the world. Causes of quantum superposition each night
spray the transfer. Many riders feel nauseous.
Sleeplessness, discoloration, dizziness, of heavy metal
poisoning. Sleepers in trance, relations
only identical when their converses are. Not too much to say they turned up
the drones. After the elections, up the waves. Every relation of converse changed. Agenda a distant binary. Unsure what records
were kept, written notes, tape recordings, hidden cameras, insisting on none
but memory, two sources, our own, forced
by persons we should call crimes against children, none which adults believe into
silence then disbelieve, the city-nation at large absorbed in air, part of
houses and world fortune empire anestheticide long before Rome puzzled how sins
attach the child, forced acts enveloping, nature each case exaggerates nemesis,
truth an octave later with the globe replacing Nazi, a name change processed
for no reason other than to serve the robots in a terrible dream where some catastrophe takes place in front of the
eyes they are unable to prevent. NO
SHOUT AWOKE THE WORLD FROM lebensraum.
Mental boxcars, biological frontiers bewitched with search for spiritual damnation, the Possessed and nightmares, Wagner made real... art prophesied
Weimar, a Going Out of Business sign hung.
Not too late the Russians knew,
wanted the patent for world gridlines. Black science being
planetary configurations that affect gravity and time tunnels in hyperspace.
Moscow built a time portal in Afghanistan not so different from Washington’s
dig of Gilgamesh
and mutate him on the beltway. UK intelligence agents all the time said they
could mutate fifteen dimensions. Proponents hid their mad intentions under a
show of balance, order and strength more easily believed. We colonists were of
different minds 1) to not acknowledge the collective, 2) to think we are
autonomous, unique, 3) that our minds are our own, which you can see for what
it is, cave psychologies filling in the
entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with loose soil further down. Stone
letters written below shale in creeks, under factories further down, held on by
wax: "You
have seen many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but you hear
nothing." Reverse timpani. Reverse bark edges, needle grass. Comfort
ye annihilation. Colonists would seek to convert darkness, the good was evil, the evil was
good. The boy in the hood. The cow in the could. Dead meat of food, diverse
poetry, corona light birth. Every effort of control to domesticate freedom, the
more we have, the less we understand. To have a thing but not know it, do a thing but not do it. Guten noir.
He was canoeing down the upper reaches of concurrent phase-locked ELF
signals. Water cold as ice made the effluent steam. Entrainment from bordering
factories rose a white foamy scum stronger than the Schumann Resonance. Water
Factory after factory of storm drains made branches. He walked miles up the
concrete tubes, which got smaller until some sphincter trickled at the foot.
Frozen creeks in winter flooded into skating rinks. The flood felled tree
trunks, overran scrape train wreck cars and cubes of metal. He walked the
tracks with a .22 to shoot insulators out on the power lines. Like some
grandfather against illumination in the Esquilache Mutiny in Madrid in 1766,
4400 oil burning streetlamps twelve feet high of iron and glass, smashed in
protest against illumination. Spy cameras, geo phones, grid illumined life
surveillance lamps. Cameras, microphones shoot out. Resistance to the
collective where ever you disconnect. The colony to come is another shore—only
now, the canoes are drones. He walks there still, down the Backbone
road, where the Seneca passed, and the coal buried under foot.
3. Surely there were details to go with these memories of the
polluted imagination. People dressed in
chamois, adjectives piling up before their nouns, short nuts on the table in
the foyer, and smart talk that spits on the rug like a tough, all ambiance for
the frogs, no symbols, no symbols please, just facts and doors that open into flats or California
homes. Homewood liquors, bracelets, chairs, keep in it on the surface and the
feeling heart of some Dick hired to penetrate the facile, which don’t take
symbolically, that’s literal.
They are not of one mind these
conquerors of DNA whose imperial control suggests they are. In the coffee
houses of base there is debate as to how humanely to treat the sub-humarian
amphibian of both worlds, combatant in water, colonist at home on land. Boat
hulls hid up close. Escaped light back believed. One if by land two if by sea.
Colonists ride the torrent of their myths, coherence too big to translate, only
ask advice when they don’t need it, never take it when they do. Scales growing
out on arms may be taken as tattoos, The small and the great point one way,
look another, always a problem for bosses. Don’t say you don’t know any of this; it sounds as paranoid as the spacing of
GWEN transmitters 200 miles apart across the United States.
How do you know that redacted obelisks of a giant phallus in
Washington D.C. and Rome, with domes of flying X’s flying around them, paired
over the Vatican and Capitol, pearly white x's of gas, the hidy truth of people
who believe in aliens, the woman and bull on the EU coin as Mystery Babylon and
the Beast given to the Pope, when crazed fanaticism unveil the announced
entities return? Yes that sentence has a verb. After the Vatican, the president
and true science believers rebelieved, acceptance was mandatory to sustain its
fulfillment, Mr. Chris Constantine (Watchman) could tell the meaning of a multi
dimensional basis of survival. Adventists would claim the understate a facade,
a burned Reichstag.
Saying this in context would be a transaping of these
parables, a prequel to increasing human intelligence, exactly to what end and
for what reason, except that it could be done, is not known. To make life
easier is the best guess. Does intelligence do that?
Or does it just increase doubt. Without doubt how can it be
intelligence, questioning itself, when all the models design an intelligence of
huge proportion limited to designated tasks, like a robot. If it won’t do
the task it is removed. Intelligence without an appreciation of what it is not
is a bot. This suggests a superior theory of intelligence grounded in
compassion or empathy, not harm, nor control. Naively, not to control,
intelligence is preeminently choice and choice has effects, a brilliant
scientist chooses to make a trillion trillion brain makes himself and all he is
extinct complicated by government, business and institutional funding being
greater control and profit. To join intelligence to this suggests a shadow of
itself, being told what to do. So who tells intelligence what to do?
When I first sat down to tell, "in dark fire, mountain
breathing air,” much was made of the Abenaki Rock Giants in Grand Canyon. It is
not so well known that these traded with the Red Rock Giants who preceded them
in the outer recognition of things. Every apocalypse is accompanied by the
noise of such thoughts rushing, thunderstorms, wind. Raw footage shot on sie is
valuable for the practitioner to recognize on their own the roar of the flood
and the rush of the trees, “the helicopters and planes that are in our ears /
which like the sight of ships in the sea, / are a fading sound that recedes.” I
have been listening a long time. “The wounds of that symbol the rose gliding to
the lump of a beating heart.” In Rock Tree Feet, a Travel Narrative, otherwise
called Apoc Toddlers, much affected by gardens and castles of vice and virtue,
where the thing seen is not at all what is real or under discussion, but stands
for it, a pleasure dome built from air,
this practice, stamped out in the centuries, was revived when the
unconscious was disproved. It wasn’t unconscious, it was a program. Good luck
on that; you might try in your Palms the enter the Power To Become the Sons of
God.
For "What is the world and
what is its love?"
"It’s a camp, buddy,
starved to love the world."
Aristarchians with an unusual glow in the blue
and ultra-violet range updated to best sellers to blend the TV signal directly
into the brain.
"Sons of good, capable of
levitation changed their bodies in Jerusalem and went bodiless," fertile
in corruption, hollow and comfortable on the cheek of decay.
Providence started a countdown
to ten. Which way do you go, said the psalm stitched in its pocket. Ocean,
comprehending that these individuals were too small for the scripted version,
forced a choice, but could not deny the off key singing. Both extremes
increased..
There was no historical
evidence for blind human obedience. The news that Line A was longer than
Line B and that most would administer electric shocks to support this factoid
no matter whether it was true, showed the lot. Otherwise to ensure compliance
it was necessary to remove the memory of pain, as the dislocated joints of
stunting spine, incisions, manipulations, restraints, would have been
remembered among Comprachios. These however were psychological. Without memory
of traumatic events they go on such Disney rides as MOAB, Mother of All Bombs,
and TAW, Tilt A Whirl when given a powder to not recall. What else could the
Great Seal be but a psychic President guiding Colonization?
Every public opinion in the world absorbs the attention of
the many layer mob. Actors, audience, history are skins. Skin them Drone worker
bees to fulfill the "higher" power of the queen. Prufrock keeps
saying, "oh do not ask.”
Realschulen,
Volkschulen
There are different kinds of
colonists. There are flipper colonists who go down to the sea in ships, not of
one mind about even the element of water. A spiritual among the
aqueous...electronic entrainment and broadcasting, designer disease, military
reengineering of resistant viral strains?
These are the waers. "Colonization by subjects of all lands, said
Dr. Philip Raven, demolishes national boundaries and constitutions. Massive
depopulation orders by the Society of Human Genetics to form the collective according
to Hegel, that a force dictates its own opposing force which conflict
results in a third force to begin the dictations again in some chain of the
machined mind. These are the land. Conflicts can be created to determine
desired outcomes by manipulating either water or land. The colonies were the
desired synthesis of this spun down in complication experiments. They knew dogs
would salivate at a bell, not that holes were cut in their cheeks to measure
it. Imagine what was done to them, tainted with sadism masked as science. The
Skinner Box child children, all behavior is conditioned" took the
possibilities of shaping in any direction as
endless (Watson, human engineering). Beginning alters were manipulated
Positive and negative states forced by ebola, disease and cure, forced
synthesis, disease and cure, being experimentation without protocol on control
groups for realschulen, volkschulen, worker bees
learned to obey and follow orders, cut holes in the cheeks of dogs, turn in
suspicion behavior, suppress and fear the voice of the conscious, except those
of the illumined. Teaching was dialectic, giving and withholding stimuli to
produce or prevent response, animals in puzzle boxes, children in air cribs.
Nobody would read except the illumined at high levels. They read what they were
told. The defects of individuality being purged, replaced by societry,
democrasy, induced infancy, controlled chaos, command psychiatrists expanded
production of group oriented personalities-- after destroying individual beliefs
with dissonance. A series of traumas and shocks to Ted K provoked dissociation,
antithesis to provoke fantasy for control. Famous intellectuals reshaped
beliefs implanted after brain function was implanted. Spectator sports showed
techtrons, eugenics and the mental hygiene of the Order. Sensory experience was
aided by hypnotic programs and induction
of split compartments as a search for truth. This means electronic dissolution
of memory embraced reduction of the rear occipital of the left lobe of the brain,
aiding by ingesting fluoride for tooth decay, aluminum, barium to make the will
more submissive. Psychopatsiers completed the cathartic expulsion of thoughts
and feelings by narcohypnotic alterations of personality, selected amnesia
where the brain could not remember, kept no record of the past, what it was the
day before, in a kind of bulbocapnine stupor. Additions to water supply,
spraying unknown gases from the 50's, before patented microwaves. Depatterning
of personality, psychic driving unperceived in entertainment, induced new
behavior, which if opposed, would be removed from the Algonquian.
I lived
on this planet once myself in this series of forced syntheseses,
slept out at the Dulce port naked at the time, washed in cold water among the parrots, but Higher
up, families lived out under platino shades to pick mountain coffee and spread
the picked beans over the highway to dry like a beach of coffee. I spoke in
their dialect of suffering one Sunday to a saved dozen infirm black ladies. On
the opposite coast of hot sands we filled a five gallon bucket with mangoes.
The winds blew through the decks on stilts. Colonist’s houses were continually
burgled there because they lived in such affluence. Imagine, stealing from a
colonist. A lot of them were intellectual refugees from Europe, puppets in the
discension of alien colonies of gfovernment. That's opposite ascension, new Gfovernment for old, every
opposite that's said when paradise is the last wish for paradise and anocular
polyopy sees through the wrong end. Look,
this is what happens in dreams when a virus spread from transplanting lilies
prevents concentration and the clocks break. Delirium has to bear the lights
out, fingers on the wrong keys. Joints of flesh, skin can’t be touched. Then
come the high figures from their Russian encampments by the sea. We
press our fingers together and bow in jest, "build the one." Light and storm extreme utterance side by
side. This empryrean by accident and birth strives with pitfalls, winds under
cloud heaven, victims say. An apparition of piracy troubles our sight. A white
haired, uncapped samurai appears, a spirit that lies at the bottom, where feet
step between domains, visible evidence of verbs that spill across plateau and
plain. Wash his feet! Wash his hands and head! Lay in the dust like a penitent
and weep. We don't get the real name. Disputation is a proof of not seeing
clearly. Too late to offer a number of existence for no existence. To say there
was no existence before the beginning, no existence named before the beginning
that proves existence is that fact. It has brought it to be! Name and not name
bring it to be! Such intimacies belong to an undercurrent of microwaves, dark
brothers in their cups that mimic sonar human broadcast, Bodhisattvas of their
condition of time and space, these
foreigners admit their linguistically disturbed fantasies, a robe dissolved,
faculties intact the way after a small stroke the world spins fast, swimmers in
the eye, blood pressure too high, who have we no ID to pass so somebody will
know if they do, but they have none.
Collateral damage shows the Schumann Resonance militarized to
hyperspace frequencies. If that's too much to chew on consider that in the late
1960's Lisitsyn
reported that the Soviets had broken the ‘genetic code’ of the brain to 44
digits. Of 22 frequency bands across the EM spectrum, eleven frequencies were
independent. Reality engineers took this mean that those channels could be
‘phase-locked’ to influence thought, emotion, and consciousness. Hyperspace constants became
“hotter” from this activity than before. Nuclear plants on the scalar grid grew
hotter. Yakuza and Aum Shinriko leased scalar interferometers from the KGB to
move heat and cold fronts, to make earthquakes,
erupt volcanoes. They made smaller,
portable Yakuza weapons for strategic Bushido strikes. Russia, America, Brazil,
China could imprint any disease they wanted into the cells of the body by
reproducing the disease ‘signature.’ All this was reported at the time when
nukes were dropped on the nodes of the gridlines. A thousand underground
nuclear tests at Muroroa
Atoll made their own time-portal.
But the rumors were worse. The entire jet stream was shifted at will, hot and
cold spots collided over southern regions with extremes of air to induce
violent thunderstorms with ‘spin,’ tornadoes. “Drought, excessive rain,
flood-induced, destroyed crops by severe and unseasonal weather,” a sentence
Faulkner never wrote. Tesla said it would be possible to split the planet with
a telegeodynamic
oscillator combining vibrations with
the earth resonance: "within a few weeks, I can set the earth's crust into
such a state of vibrations that it will rise and fall hundreds of feet,
throwing rivers out of their beds, wrecking buildings and practically
destroying civilization." No wonder his
books were burned.
What part of the brain is activated by what frequency,
frequented by this activity? The 1987 Eastlund HAARP patent said "earth's
magnetic field can be decreased or disrupted at appropriate altitudes to modify
or eliminate the magnetic field." HAARP slashed so many holes in the
ionosphere with high frequency radio waves that Zirbes wrote: "Disruption
of the earth's magnetic field will complete the damage to the planet's balance
done by the nuclear blasts in the natural radiation belts above the ionosphere.
Disrupting that field will be the last straw before sending earth into
space, changing the internal dynamo and altering the upper atmosphere
magnetic belts. Planet Three: Help! has already been sent.
When the U.S. tore the magnetic field
over Antarctica with atmospheric nuclear detonations, but wouldn’t give the
Russians the data it gained, the Russians retaliated with nukes above the
Arctic for symmetry. Gaping holes in the magnetic field over the Earth make you
think of Jim Morrison. This explains the increased readings of the Book
of Martyrs. It makes you want to burst into song: "Power up the grid
lines, some one is slipping away," or maybe Roll out the Barrel, or Light
From the Lighthouse.
Does it seem strange to
illustrate a finger is not a finger by means of a finger? Amphibians
have always to deal with land and sea,
inhabit a planet of poles, like Aristarchians with that unusual
glow in the ultra-violet range. Is there a function to check prophetically that
an object exists, a relation said to
exist when there is at least one pair of terms between which R exists - written
[reverse] E!R. Morpheus, Amorphous, no
reverse, a murder of crows, an unkindness, a conspiracy, a constable uncovering superposition, nothing sought,
ducts in a cubicle of doors, heard or not, which Nothing decided no it's not.
BEGIN Blue Superposition
If we consider knowing is to be seen or touched or felt,
these are matters of faith compared to that what monsieur understands,
virtually complete in the understanding that what assumes in the human to be
invisible, though present, fulfills the role of divinity towards the natural
world, as though it were the role of heavenly and incompressible powers
furnished as it were to us from the investigations we may look upon and be
amazed.
We may be its figment presumably
about which it speculates. Think this whimsy as you will, of invisible power
over mountain and plain, river and deer spells finititum to its counterpart of
an invisible enemy to which the hero, the he and the I, would necessarily
succumb were it not that all its sayings are just that, fictions, unreal. The
man god spoken of as a god in the
philosophy of Kierkegaard seems patent as some Zeus who does what he
will. No wonder all that remained to be described was the appearance of the
invisible enemy to whom the hero succumbs.
Neither he or I of whom I speak can be credited with the
thoughts related. Whole invisibility is just that unknown. If there were only a single ear that listening heard a footstep coming
near, who say, sits on the throne of a god in the brandplucked heart of the
seas picturing reality to create it, like
Psalm 22:21 where Young translated it - "Save me from the mouth of a
lion: -- And -- from the horns of THE HIGH PLACES Thou hast answered me! These Rhinocerots" of Psalm 92:10 Wycliffe 1395 - And myn horn schal be reisid as an
vnicorn; and myn eelde in plenteuouse merci.
It is in the corruption of language that Kafka's Amerika was
first published in English in England in 1938, that spawned all the
fascist image leftists foisted on the U.S., it was spelled America. The later
American edition of 1946 had the k, after the German, one supposes. But whether
the c or the k the issue here of the y or the i is an entirely different
proposition, to state the obvious, inquiring into the personal and spiritual,
not the social and political, and citing the comment of Kafka's assault
on the mysteries of existence in The Great Wall of China, to take it by
force, indeed as the evangelist says, this Elijah who was to come, "for
from the days of John until now the Kingdom of Heaven has suffered violence and
the violent take it by force" (Mt 11.12). What was said of John and Elijah
of the appearing who may abide? Refiner, purifier changeless, and of this
Return they go out and leap like calves released from the stall, trample the
ashes under foot who take the kingdom of heaven by force, as opposed to some
state supposed from Kierkegaard of a transparent grounding, viz., that
"grace is not to be achieved through coercion nor through the renunciation
of life" but by spontaneous and irresistible being, of the elemental
process of life untouched by the contradiction between freedom and necessity"
(311). That these are not personal truths as individuals but overarching
existential ones-- troths of the whole race-- in Kafka's allegory of Investigations,
the being there considered cannot speak, but that does not imply the absence of
thought,-- but without speech where is thought, --all is resolved in the music
of the dance, the actions are utterance inchoate of silence in the face of the
spirit, not separate from the primal source, the Heavenly man not separate from
the Spirit-like man or the truth of the Perfect man. Indeed there are five in
the prognostics of the ancient Tzu (II, 214), with the Sagely man and the
Superior man not withdrawn into time and place of an Imperial Court so far away
it cannot be seen or traveled to without risking all, or touched, and likewise,
so far from the present real that it is barely historical, indeed not even
that, for its history has been turned into myth as the supernatural receded
into the fabulous, the archaic, which explains I think our love and interest in
the archaic and fabulous, if they speak of that real time and place where the
imperial court is apprehended by our senses and the government of heaven
attains its earth again and we recover them. For who does not long for peace in
the midst of war? The relics of this future past spoken prophetically are heard
by the one who stakes everything on the one throw, the one cast of faith into
the beyond and to which and in which he forever after lives. How that appeals
to me. Indeed to risk it all and not look back, loving the particular all
the while but never surrendering that drink of the river of Thy pleasures, for
with Thee is the fountain of life and in Thy light shall we see light (Ps
36).1.
Far
away, from a distant street, in the baptism of forgetfulness I hear a man
crying shrimps. I plunge everything experienced into the eternity of
resemblance, remembrance, finite and
contingent, forgotten and erased. excised warm bullion, whizz then click,
insert flap, the optimal rate, jets
trough which every twelfth meter was injected, decant illumanite conditioning
Laying down Parallel or even
contradictory tracks in search of prey, content to leave works in an
"open" state like that of his Great Wall -- their segments
uncertainly linked, strange gaps left, ... Incompletion is a quality of his
work, a facet of its nobility...it is interesting that of the last two women in
Kafka's life -- two who abetted the "reaching out" of his later,
happier years-- Milena Jesenská-Pollak, his Czech translator and helped teach him
Czech, and Dora Dymant who confirmed him in his exploratory Judaism in the
study of Hebrew, as Kafka e wrote to Brod of the problems of German: "Only
the dialects are really alive, and except for them, only the most individual
High German, while all the rest, the linguistic middle ground, is nothing but
embers which can only be brought to a semblance of life when excessively lively
Jewish hands rummage through them."
Kafka couldn’t finish anything
because he foresaw everything.
As a youthful disciple. Gustav
Janouch, who composed the hagiographic Conversations with Kafka, once raised
with him the possibility that his work was "a mirror of tomorrow."
Kafka reportedly covered his eyes with his hands and rocked back and forth,
saying, "You are right. You are certainly right. Probably that's why I
can't finish anything. I am afraid of the truth. . . One must be silent, if one
can't give any help. . . For that reason, all my scribbling is to be
destroyed." (Updike), but Kafka lived and died in a relatively golden
interim for European Jewry; but all three of his sisters were to perish in the
concentration camps.
It was never about escaping or even arriving at any state.
One society exchanged another for controls. Jars of pickles exploded all over
London. Salvation comes in one ounce packs. Freedom comes to someone else.
Elijah awake blew everything up. He mulled why one kernel went off or not. What
was his gift, no news to Washington, body parts spread more seriously along the
Thames? Gofernment cordons it off. Gogernment opposes forces. Superpods digest
fluorescent mucous from past sacrifice. All wars against the natural, self,
other, nothing Gorgonment, the war to end them all. Elijah, the man with four
letters, aleph, lamed...Eliyahu who had a desk in no building, no desk
except the count books with their spanking covers, books and plants where he
grew monarchs from chrysalis, checked the progress of the rotting sycamore
twenty feet up for carpenter bees, big black buzzers that inhabit the cracks
and fly the hollows. He had a hand in the populations of tortoise and Gambel
quail that took refuge. Salvation comes in
miniatures.
Seems inevitable as a ring of fire managing fantasies,
history, little dreams of boxcars and underground cities. Fellow fantasies
write when they're spun by the viscose MIRRors in Meadville, Chester,
Parkersburg, in bars with little canisters of drilled couplets, doilies to
shield the surface from tarnish, water rings the inn keep wipes clean. Next
customer up, what will you mate: memory wipe, rejuvenalization straight,
phantasmagor fantasy to live over reprogrammed, the audience of heaven
exploding episodes to remove anxiety, dreams working late at a farm to raise
eagles?
Each person a unique text unwritten burns in precognition
before the fact. I’m wearing a heavy shirt, a large eagle lands on my shoulder,
the life it must know, while a smaller female lands in my lap. A profusion of
eagles found the carcass gathering. A baby eaglet snuggled into my fur as if to
such a manner born, the mother preening it the while, the father perched with
claws next to my neck, a look out, as the four sit there to begin their wait,
warning that where a large white dog or coyote, a dumpster around the corner
can't be seen is known, as if those, as St John, de nada, portals, hideaways,
blue prints, Kyrie
Elieson, heard a cappella under the casement emaciates come to call
sinners, each point of light dark like swimming underwater in viscose with a blessing.
Not waiting in Weimar or
the wonders of survival under Dresden, stories, sense impressions of the real,
bailing out over Paris, not this unreal unstart that can't hear the nose of its
own approach, vapor trails of rockets that deny chemtrails of a war on reality
the way ghosts in St John flee the fields of Judea? Shouldn't we be doing
something, run to the street, warn the others, empty the mind, not wait for the
cupboard jars to explode or the fall that has not yet launched commandos. You
can wake up on the coast of a storm and swim out. Have a beautiful day in
September among the grass that overwhelms a century before it has anything to
say. We say it for him, Jeremiah his St. John, the obvious. There will be a
captivity, there will be eyes rasping for light, shadows of herd grown great,
wasted gods rotting in their pillows. Breakfasts and dressing, being as we are
without bodies, cruets, crocks, casseroles may be fantasies of the mass
collective corp, but he had none, cut off farther than we can imagine.
This is the place before
you go and after the escape. All effort was to get out of the city, or the
country, someplace among the multitudes falling beside trucks, in the roads,
the privileged pacing by in armored cars. Why they let peasants in is due the
master plan, peace and happiness for every man. Play your saxophone dear. No need press faces against windows, noses on
panes. Your reflection in the glass is as much in other faces that you pass,
carrying as much as they can into the beyond. No point describing the setting,
old hotel or warehouse or station of the mind, bestial turnings round which
14th century conclusions were the norm. He actually carries John Gower's Voice of One Crying, wants to know the
name of the writer. Given. We want to know the details of his imbuement in the
dark, covering light instead of details, get to the point of entrainment as if
fiction, as if description warms the difference between this, the smells and
sounds and the crowds shuffling. Is he alone as the eye or the ear that hears
what none can say, no passengers or refugees yet, for he is before the fact,
before the fall if you like to put it so. If you don't know what any of this
means it hasn't happened yet. Ignorance is prevention, which explains his
pocket Gower, filled with apprehension I
shall sing of true dreams whose import disturbs the depths of my heart. May he
whom the Isle of Patmos received in Apocalypse, and whose name I bear, guide
this work.
So tell o muse, yet you are
none, to stand unstaunched in the solitude to tell what has been promised these
thousands year, the return of wold without end, with end. Finitude not told
from above or below, but from a stand in eyes and hands, a beating heart smoke
that makes black soot, later white, creosote ties and spikes, rail rock-made
beds, metal sheds dwell in the creek of noncontradiction. Colonists drop heavy stones from
bridges to edit out 50 % of
noncoded DNA. They fasten torpedoes to the oil stained rock to overcome irrelevance. Slag piles
beneath iron rails of QED stand
in this class of beings for those who keep copies of the Principia next to the car in their garage, just in case
incompleteness comes to a close. What good would the Principia be? We use the world nicely. Getaway from gravitation
begins at variable speeds. Identity and
diversity are relations where diversity is the negation of identity.
House-sized bales of metal taken from the wrecks.
Put another way that is exactly
our problem where there are dents in our car hoods at night and in the morning
we learn not to analyze either nature or human acts, but to reach far below to
the hidden recess of consciousness to make an act. Call it sin, call it crime,
or not, do anything to avoid the obvious. What is the law? Deny that. Study
further denial. Expertise proved corrupt talk of junkyard shells prevented
finding out. Along came a spider to decide whether to extinct
the cat or the rabbit first, forgetting the snake and the mouse. Who can
think of everything? Against all logic and practice of thought nature whole, colonists defeated nature. It was
called the Sixth
Extinction. Those summer nights before predation a foam came out at the
exit pipes of plants, hard to name. Trees, canyons, streams were open doors in
the night, closed tales caught in a net, acculturation a one-way street to
steal the birth and make of its mascot a centennial excavation
Amateurs are equal in this world of make believe, to borrow from data
real, not original-real, or real-real, but its copy where dolls and games are
data as much as experiments, film and Faithspeare. Faux science is real to the
most profound scientists who never loved. Strip the unconscious, identity is
piracy, eat the cake and
leave the bread. Human brains injected with mice were an
early stage, but you fliege-hausen know
that below the smoke to make a better life the cows are mad. There, A-Heads qualify for prion
contamination and encephalopathies begin the
rare Neanderthal gene of Caveman Swellings. Stacked at the Sufi Port cage upon
cage of these flew according to their manifests. At crater center this space was called nihil cognentesis, invisible to the
counter genesis naked eye, or metaversal flesh to those who believe. But now if they should speak, If
on a sudden they should speak, quaint sea creatures fixed like jewels in the
salt sea crown carrying on eternal war since the world began huge moths were
loosed. Collective laments of these moths created mythlessness infected with
myth. Too big to see, the moths
themselves absurd, they were afraid the world would laugh that in those ages
colonists were found eating one another. They thought their arms pencils. When
I rode the underground I saw the natives chew on their arms, blood dripping
down pant legs, and the same behavior on
freeways shrouded in mist, or dust, among people who believed nothing had a
nature in itself, who could not see themselves chewing. At the back of their
eating of course was Aristarchus up from his crater. If you don't get that keep
reading. Singing like elephants Quislings hung on the facades of initiate
Rhodes trainees in the layers apposite this rough beast. There had to be hope
besides this brew consumed with flat surfaced prejudice, a compressed,
controlled ionosphere, magnetosphere above and below the surface of continents,
plates, live streams, the human submersible between. All documents on this site
are meant to explore the staging of these worlds of auto de fe: It looks like it's going to be an Altered Sky
today with more Weather War, unwritten just yet, with local outbursts of
tomography, topography and atmospherics of consciousness, which for all its
boasting and self assurance two D literature and furniture is one piece of two,
though denied. This has still not happened.
Not to alarm, any more than the news of the 500 pumpkins
colonizing Saturn. As long as we’re rumbling up and down with the Cantwell
Titans, a landing on Mars is not imminent, which makes this culture like genes
in a cloned pup, all the learning gone which experience makes you trust, but
bring a test tube anyway. We attribute to the pumpkin those failings of a
colonist on the steps of his cave who puts obvious power points up on the wall,
bracketed with illuminations like “I am
powerless over compulsion. My life is unmanageable, but I want to do good.” Confessions
to the innocent cave with the giants and
salvages by torches of fat, “Chaos
resists where most I suffered.” We
are powerless over the primitive. Saturn round its edges penetrates to this
stone natured core, to what end I have no idea, not so smart up close, and the
whole thing, unless it turns out otherwise of course, is a joke quick as you can
say, Carcass of the world, two of them,
one alive, parceled out in print, and one in wagons of meat. We call amusement
saying this is not. Much is made that somewhere along the chain of things a
biped blew up. Shards of its coarseness desiccated out and exploded there
in mountain and plain. Like a juniper
mounts a bed of coals, black smoke out its chimney, fodder for fire, and the
wood turns to fire, pure flame fire forty feet high circulates the box and s’s
around like an aikido master, up and out. At its end, the more wood the more
smoke, better fire, otherwise why bother, smoke, smoke, esmoke, osmoke, usmoke, the master chants with his ash to
ask, at the end, cracks muddled up, chimney covered, baking until late, if it’s
not too late for fire. Baghdad under fire. Rome fallen, the British empire.
Good Samaritans phone in the smoke. Firemen put a ladder up and stick a hose
down the hole. They let rip, blow the chimney off the fire of the world, with
the firemen. Not to worry, this Christmas the tree of shakes and tics with the
one defective bulb in the same sleep will bequeath our refrain, "oh
wretched man that I am who shall deliver me from this body of death" which
explains how the poem got to be a tomato. In the future where we all live in
tomatoes this was immortality. Who throws away an unfinished tome? Giant
tomatoes whirl on carbon platforms planted by the sea. This preposterous organ
was sure to work.
That said, flesh, still carbon
based, bore the brunt of the New Tom, Great ones plowed this mind field,
sprouted their seed like a man in his detasseling, to plumb the paradox of the
root-headed thin. Bowling balls suggested the first site plan. Leagues owe much
to the tomato for the elevation of entire lands from sea. Thomatum, shall we
say, was their epitome. Other vegetables were nervous about circularity. Happy
to be of service they drove nails into egregious tomato. On Maui they mounted
them as car tires. Others, envious, the potato cut off amid the blaze of noon,
I will tell later.
The Home asylums of Bordeaux, Uniontown and Maricopa did not
disturb the populacho as much as that
ecclesiastical, governmental leadership filled with waste barrels collected by
trash giants at the gates of Revelation. Their arms raised higher ed to a mule
when they chanted “The donkeys are rich in order to carry the poor.” This thought implied that a missing head could
supply the brain of epolitics to everyone chanting in unison. Of
course the heads were missing, some bypassed, such as those experiments
injecting a hundred ruses of the program god, who did not hear, thus it did no
good to repeat
"you have seen many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but
you hear nothing."
How could they hear? Consistent clients gave money to buy the future.
Washington raised to Zeus like this:
Viva,
father of our hood,
you
certainly make a noble god.
Dream being the totality of skin
wakes up smooth as ice. Confronting this sleep, where ancestor brains arbitrate
taste, fictionaut children played around the grave of Yeats. The custodian came
and asked ya kids can’t play there, but in all the puerile tenderloins, America
in the moon, oxy-domiciled at the foot of the lunar mount, we believe just as
much as we want. The sage man keeps his
mouth shut among the ankles and calves of those walking out to Betelgeuse.
They put an aqueduct there, which rivals disputes with electric lines, divide
over the “hope of recovering lost innocence as if the spirit were always
wide-awake and not given to every vice that forgets its lost innocence. Making
monstrous doesn’t take; Not cattle, but imagination. he turns to faith. All memory of dislocated
joints along the spine, face burns, incisions, restraints, drugs; anesthetics
deaden such depravities, and if remembered pain so I wore a vermillion shirt to
remove the broadcasts of the drones. The Controllers, those comprachicoes were
mutilating and maiming forever make us who we are. Torture in exchange for
peace was their whole program. Peace at the price of no memory; made suffering
whole, which in this atmosphere swims as if one were to hear the banned. The
writer wants to hear because sensibility is an order you can hear. When the
words and cones listen, when disassociation is provoked by the unremembered,
the unthought, the unbelieved shouts from the house you will know. Transfer
those last paintings to canvas. Travesties carried to incompleteness see the
giant forms. Frescoes whiten, bloom, crack and spall, as though all fight were
lost. Scientists torturing a rabbit for the good of mankind is the same as
making Jesus a king by force.
Songs by
Firelight
This kingship gave a hint of epolitics. Anti-war manifestos
knelt in submission. The guns never fired as long as hands were raised. Other
oxymora so vast they were Robespearean flew out of the Pentagon, black letters
written in carbide flames from caves. Allegra del Fuego! Quinta del sordo! Bodies were laid out house to house while their
works done in the flesh were hung on the walls. Each prisoner martyr wore
a sambenito, a "blessed
bag," a reverse chasuble painted with the gen in the red flags of their
burning. After the bodies were gone the sambenitos were hung like
multicarbon bats. The great Pentagon general himself descended from these conversos.
But the ilusas did
not medicate Pentagon fears. Fantastic patriots had no such chant as did the
state church, that one NGO, raising a hand, raising the head. Cabezas de paisaje they called them.
Washington looked all the general reaching up into space like a two-span
bridge. There were several poses, one dancing with a foot raised. Leaning upon
the mantelpiece was a recon cello.
Buried in Bordeaux, reburied in
Madrid, rereburied again under Santa Maria de la Florida, but missing the
skull, these sambenitos were enshrined in Einstein’s Head. I mean in the Air
Park of Denver. That's what they called it, Einstein's Head. These sites you
never heard of in geography. Any trauma makes you think of worse.
Truth is better for torturers than the tortured. As for
the dead they were the landscape. To end
these absurd and metaphysical comparisons, tauromachies of trauma from
Kubler-Ross's five stages ran down the sides of the pot. “Any trauma makes you
think of worse: sets the mind worrying and fantasizing about what else might be
in store.” You hear experience beating, purify my heart.
What is creative
thought in the new synthetic mind? A metaphysic of non human consciousness has
two sides, artificial intelligence as a reptilian
brain function and hyper space drug-induced manifests. A long time ago
Tracy Kidder titled his book The Soul in the Machine as a joke. The mere
computation power of a trillion trillion brain cells connotes power, not
consciousness. That is, it lacks creative purpose and the contradiction that
makes consciousness. Consider you cannot have consciousness without dialogue
and you cannot have dialogue without doubt. Without contraries is no
progression. "Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate,
are necessary to human existence" (Blake, MHH). When theorists
posit nonhuman intelligence they are begging the question, for they are talking
about artificial intelligence, always monolithic, without doubt, hence
reptilian. Compassionate consciousness of the other belongs to animals,
elephants, dolphins, dogs, cats because they are mammalian, not reptilian. The
autonomic part of the brain called reptilian has no doubt. Mammalian
consciousness is neither part of the machine nor part of the exoterran. You may
pretend that the machine interfaces with the human, but the human then is only
its monitor, a reflection of the machine itself, not any kind of partner with
it.
Perhaps this is not inhuman, the split world fiction I take
in the larger sense to mean we do not believe. Whatever else the world of
layered alters, the highest wisdom is awarded those who know the world. Nations should be responsible to
the world, that's the secret
school-coded, subjugated, prioritized alter layered in a mirror.
Literally every thought of the social whole, every public figure a macro alter in society's head. Sins against the world measure its globe
against the Soul in
the Machine.
The Altered Mirror this
slice of beef to go with a meal, teller
of a culture with a course of higher mind, who put on the mask of a scapegoat
to walk around the pitch with the rage
of lions, it was a mistake which he informs the culture of, or it him, to enter
and become the evil, some reward, if
they buy. They meant so much more in Rome, to think like a Roman, melt in two,
the whole resmelt become. In other words, suppose in heaven you were free to be
heavenly. But in Rome be was of two minds when he said don't love the world,
those early capitol weights broadened since Columbine, settled in streets and
trees like goose feathers. The new ash of Ach!
Pompeii embalming. We are a little beyond scapegoats when the butterfly
is programmed a Monarch, beyond underground cities and ramps, lists, trains,
camps, sunken airports.
Poetic speaking at Halloween fires, eclipse of moons, rooftop flames, heart fire on the sleeve, a thousand letters of counsel beneath
the age shout at those maenads at the door, you love the world, you love the
world. They do, back and forth like a violin bow, not just ups and downs but
death and birth, sounds that won’t die
too much, live and live. Winter in jeopardy, snow trying to out talk the hill,
border foibles of a language season, of an audience that loves to undress, to
love the world as many times as it can.
"Edwards thought the
Antichrist would come 1260 years from a temporal pope in 756 AD. Those with
this method of Bible prophecy interpretation love to use the day=year theory
and historically they are always proven wrong, By the way, this was supposed to
have happened in May 2012, so what Jonathan Edwards claimed is already proven
wrong." Don
Koenig But it's nice to hear something nice about Hugo
Chavez. Allegedly poisoned with cancer, it is said he protested a
meeting under the labyrinth of Rome when John Paul II died in 2005, a secret
affair where sacrifice was made to aliens as a preview for the leaders of the
world. If Yeats said the rough beast slouches round at last to be born, and
if he is a prophet, then the least of these giants in Jerusalem in the year
5773 will further confirm events. If you hear of it, it will require a search.
The Jesuit astronomers alien would have
their "evangelist' from space to be like the overlord of Childhood's
End, an alien invader of earth in silver ships, who after 50 years is
revealed as an alien overlord out of Dante, leather wings, horns, barbed tail!
He lived where
sunset reduced to evening, Christmas to holiday, the great chain of being
unknown. But not the symbolic turned literal; every common thing symbolized, a
rose, an orange, a mask jugo de naranja,
la cucaracha, those things that stood for
other things, the end of days, the rising sun, the crunch of time (squashed
roach), which had to be normalized, brought
to the fold, sheered, lived down to the literal mask the villagers hung
in all the villages at that time of year, where there were no villagers, no
huts, no inhabitants, no people, just earth, ground, stones hid, then dislodged
by the debate between natural or not, destiny or accident, evolution or
fruition of time. Not going to resolve it between the accident and purpose,
fact and the symbol, because they were bleeding
1400 years ago, what’s the point anyway of giving a number, they died,
which thou knowest this, thou knowst the true purpose symbol is. They died,
maybe got buried in pain, who isn’t, they lived too, the point of the literal
being bodies matter in their number in the bone, one thing, one hu man. Oh
there are women. You want them to be symbol, and nuts, the mask was never
there, it hung in our memory, in the village hall they gave speeches, at the
king’s court, when they had kings, which they don’t any more, coeur, corazón, more the sense, the heart and all the while the brain,
don’t call it the mind the heart, the brain making sense so it can be
replicated in blind order, but it is the heart we speak as he wept for Lycidas
and was offered tissues, not even foldouts, cardboard faces, but real masks,
like Vietnam monuments, names and places, terms of service at the wall to weep,
paper on the pole and stand there till it speak, but it won’t being literal,
will only speak where the mask, the symbol is hung in the heart and in the
memory of ages and graves, the fallen.
The Mask and the Heart. If the
heart is honest then joy, sorrow and every thing will appear naturally in the
mind, but whoever deliberately makes a poem misses the thing. Whoever thinks
and writes without intention reaches it. Make us forget the things to hear the
variations of voice, the rumblings of choice sustained. It is all in play,
giving up the idea of making.
One who deliberates and moves
his mind-brush intent on making misses to a still greater extent the art.
Whoever cogitates and moves the brush-mind without any intention of making a
picture reaches the art of making. Nourish in the heart gentleness and
cheerfulness, quiet and harmony. The heart must be honest, sincere to the
utmost. Then all manner of joy and sorrow, and every other thing, be it pointed
or oblique, bent or inclined will appear naturally in the mind sink holes of
Snowy Sarum, a paradox of furrows. Kafka’s
captured ape that develops human consciousness, acquires language while held as
a prisoner in a cage on a ship is prophetic of more than extraordinary
rendition.
If the eye is single the whole body fills with light. The eye
is understanding. “If the light in you is darkness how great must it be?”
Answer, so great that you are as a grave, but invisibly so, and “those who walk
over them are not aware.” These talking speaking graves say quite a lot. The
graves appear as living bodies just as the dark appears as light. Do no harm.
These do harm. They build graves, used to call them sepulchers, they build
tombstones for “the blood of the prophets shed from the foundation of the
world.” These dark ones hid the key of knowledge because they wanted to make
sure nobody used it, as is written in Luke 11.
Desert, Dream, and the Cry of the
Earth. It is comforting to realize the purpose of the century was to
set up singularity, break down boundaries in order to initiate earth into its
new order. So we are not the causes of world pollution, disease, famine,
destruction we are being held accountable for. The modern a long time
preparing, so relax as we find out who we are. There are no control groups to
measure global pandemics. We'd not have proved the harm of tobacco without them
however, people who didn't smoke. In the midst of experiments that change the
course of human existence these tapes are a kind of control group of what we
thought then. We knew it was coming but now it is here. Reconstruct by contrast
what we were then to know now what we are.
Theorists of hybridity as Bruno
Latour and Donna Haraway, who have questioned the epistemological foundations
of the modern scientific enterprise The Hybrid Age is the preparation for the
apotheosis of the Singularity— a Singularity-lite of sorts. (Ayesha Khanna
serves as a faculty adviser to Singularity University. Allan Bloom’s admonition
in The Closing of the American Mind that Walkman headphones lead to
parricide.
The only thing different I took
in a bath in frankincense was the brown cedar needles on the ground between the
oleanders, under the hammock, the smell of the dry earth when it rained, the
sheep, the retama thorn with the yellow blossoms, where white lilies came up
from the rock when it rained. In those days I burned the trash outside on top
of the rock. The flames would jet up in the wind, but it was all rock and sky.
Gradually I watched apartments come over the ridge, first one or two roofs,
then whole towns. Soon I was gone. But the landlord, Lawrence Warren, in
inspecting the rolled roofing on a flat surface one time, alerted me to the
fact of the roof. Soon I had a lawn chair up there and was lying naked in the
morning sun, even when it was cold it was warm and the bare Chinaberry limbs
held only their manila fruits. Then pretty soon I would be up there at night,
which is where I first heard the cry of "The World's Body," so far
out of town at first that only the faint cries and echoes penetrated and while
there was no gunfire like where I live now, there were moans and the cry of the
earth.
King HopOn’s Parade. King
HopOn ran the backstretch unline. I mean in a dual state this trans-Upublican Roi made
cookies 'ween matter and nerve break. Mine Ubu made obsolete mouses with human brains for “debate.”, got animals
with human bloud, “a mouse to speak,
a monkey to plead, dogs with human feet, should they vote, which mouse was no
mouse, man. The man knelt at the obelisk. Boys flopped at crossroads. Robots
turned at a cliff. Avant-garde bridges propped up space. Prophets a galactic
war? Naw, not galactic, just earth built Gulag Babel. Desaparecido
infrastruct. Death, poison camp, experiments mutant. Nanobots came in to swell
the crowd. Passersby think art that diminishes in size fits all.
By then I had taken up the eroded gullies and
ravined watershed of Bandera Creek, hand trucked stone and cement, built
barriers to catch dirt, a vocation among persimmons, cobalt sweet balls,
grey bark above agarita, above the aquifer that fed the springs. "Save the
Gullies" should be the sign over the underground in front of its shell,
before that other, "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate," before hell
loses and all the rivers are loosed to cleanse its imagining. What shame when
poets speak of the future? Talk underground revived these enthusiasms,
"Twenty Photographs of the Risen Dead," "Noah Entered Into
the Ark."
The Fragrance and the Blood. It is
hard to say if the fragrance or color that extended a long way to either end
high over my head was more prominent. One sunny June morning I was listening to the bees, feeling the warmth,
smelling the fragrance when I saw my older brother at the other end, blood
streaming from his nose. The orange red of the blood contrasted violently with
the yellow gold and white of the flowers. I have seen this image everywhere,
from Siegfried’s murder by the stream with blood on flowers, to the deaths of
Raleigh and Eric the Red’s sons in the new world. A propitiation, , it got dark
in the middle of day and never got light
again. Lights and colors shot through the sky. The explanation of a storm did
not seem plausible in the fallen darkness. In what seemed like the end of the
world we pulled long dry grasses up by the roots, lit them on fire and hurled
them in arcs through the darkness at each other, crouching in trenches and pits
dug previously as traps in undisturbed afternoons. That day would end before tomorrow. Fiery missiles sailed back and
forth. Childhood books and arguments are full of holes and mysteries.
Everything is memory of childhood ocean. When you have it you don’t know. This
selects from the whole a sample, but not random, yet not consciously chosen.
The memories select themselves. So while there were many instances of nature
and people in the boy’s life, it seems he has something to know about the
bigger world.
There was a large geographical
giant, a man of the south asleep on his stool. He had lost consciousness let us
say. Neither he nor we know what. "I just now lost myself." Compared
to slaked lime what is cosmology? To seek a first element Wind is the
prime suspect. However there is a small
matter of contention with water. Wind is greater than water! With that
argument, wind, if be not great could not support great wings, the blue sky on
its back. The tortoise and yarrow, skull and stump, sheep, cicada, singing
goose, spring shells and the luminous
unembodied colt, pig, both paunch and
hoof, hellebore and weasel, combat the tiny moth with wings like clouds that
changes to a bird. It's either a bird, a man, a tortoise or a plant. The breeze
horses of fields and dust, molecules of dust.
At the age of no consent, the age that takes you to "if you're not
70 what can you know," wind tells little dove that morning clouds sprout a
Spirit-like man whose flesh and skin are smooth as ice and white as snow.
The mature tree is five hundred,
which to spring and fall are the same. That tree is like tortoise that lives
longer than man. One old man, lived 1000
years. Has little dove lived enough to see the fruition of the promises of God.
When quail sees those wings of cloud sky, he thought "though the whole
world be praised he would not have done more and though all condemned him would
not have done less, but though he had to wait,
he still had to walk. This waiting is the crux. Along the road where the
fire is out the owls of last night sleep. Call up Anaxagoras, What is the first
element? manipulate the numbers. How
does one become two? the first element is wind.
It doesn't make genius to know in the history of families how
one came into being, Grendel's mother slobbering in her cave is Grendel's
mother. You cannot escape even if you put it to death. Toss the coin
again, on top the old, maxims past.
Scrape it off, see what's underneath,
retell the telling over, permutations, transmutations told and retold,
accreting and growing. Aeschylus, or Grimm, or the Mabinogian changed from
first likeness to the last recollections sometimes consumed with the technique.
Mule speak up in the middle of the night to hear dog or ape who becomes a man.
The animal speaks a man, in the third person along with the mouse, big in
retelling some version of a myth of the self without referring exactly to it.
The same is true but ever in a more ethereal sense with fairies and giant
forms. To retell the telling once more, "oh who is an ocean to bathe the
world's sores in?" the wonder-working word,” of course we have the
unpronouncable by various manipulations, not arcanely, but open, what you hear
in the roof of the ear. You can mine this ground if you mine it yourself,
knowing the generations that descend. If you don't know them and deem yourself
a unique, like a modern puerile, the thing founded upon the thing considered
out of date is just ignorantly past.
Looking at these thoughts,
discovering in consciousness what one would never want to know, a special
gravity propels the relation of landscape, language and thought, when it is not
on stage performing. Realities of cause and effect compress. They had not
figured it out when they cloned the ears. The different relation of natural and
spiritual in this land parallels our own customs and language.
Astronaut-anthropologists who plummet
the depths overlook the backgrounds of our world in theirs.This was a mythless people before the horror stories of
true massacre, who disbelieved everything emancipated from the shackles of
belief. The clean house attracted squatters who cannibalized themselves one
should say, eating the very life that gave them death, but having eaten
effigies of disbelief, they were so superior they could not judge who should
retain life and who not.
They are not of one mind these conquerors of dna but the
imperial control they exercise suggests otherwise. Among the coffee
houses of their base there is debate about how
humanely to treat the sub races, not sub human, but sub lunarian. You
can see the scales grow out on their arms. They look like tattoos.
After the election they turned up the drone waves. You could
feel it in the dead resonance, the lack of echo in conversations, dull
repetitions, one note charges. If you don’t know who they are it’s not much
good to say, which sounds as paranoid as one could wish. The agenda is distant and
deep. It’s not too much to say they turned up the drones. As
Whyte says the signs are vertigo, sleepless, discoloration,
dizziness, symptoms also of heavy metal poisoning. All from the air,
sleepers, walking through the trance state of the matrix, constant TV and
advertising, looking down. Never have there been such dispirited winners,
sore winners, losers shell shocked by the sandy upset, quicksand, as if now
could nature do that! On demand. Neither party attributes cause and effect to
the unthinkable, unspeakable Goya myth poetic, a movie where about 114
people are killed for entertainment, 3000 are killed to justify what is to be
seen, 4.5 million killed for the 40, except for 400 million and counting
up to six billion - be sure it is a movie. It is thus hard for the corporate
mind to imagine another state of being, which is done so many ways, by denial
and substitution, it is not happening and what is happening is something else.
These fear the many under incorporated areas, which if they actively
participate in the resistance, even with a Google search, will be liquidated.
We all however will be liquidated, so let us do so for its own sake and for the
joy of existence.
The Saints and the Beasts. Call it fiction in case the False Prophet comes and the last
Pope makes world news predicting the event ahead, all religions in one body and
a new behind. If that seems a lot to accept,
it is a bad idea to defy the gods who calls down fire from heaven. On Feb 11 lightening
struck the Basilica twice, following Pope's resignation. Of course
lightening cuts both ways. Satan falls from heaven in lightening and when that
happens saints are given power over serpents and scorpions and over all the
power of the enemy. On the authority of the Word these will not be left
defenseless. To learn the nature of the battle and pull down the strongholds
there is the blood of the Lamb, so tread upon the serpent.
What exactly are our seven deadly sins? You will not bait me
to say! Just to show this is not a prophecy of the Obama age, "after the
six unholy pairs have passed in review, we see Satan the lackey, riding on the
wagon beam, lashing the beasts onward. They pass through the mass of people,
and through a "foggy mist' that covers the land, before they find the
"fresh flowering fields' and the "solace of the open aire."
Enroute, the procession tramples over the skulls and bones of those who had
previously come this way, "whose life had gone astray." How fitting
if Spenser himself had had the words of the prophet Isaiah (5.18) in mind at
the time of composition:
Not much to go on. A medieval Catholic prophecy 900 years old
implicating the last pope, a cabbalistic prophecy of the same time for the
arrival of a false messiah, really the antichrist, then this gathering in Rome
obliterated with fire! This "messiah" would then declare itself for
the administration of the coup de grace, as Jonathan Edwards says, between 2012
and 2016, the Novus
Ordo Seculorum. It is easier to disprove the literal dates than the
substance, which would be everything in the fact-fiction scenario, that is
before the fact. Of course nobody will believe any of this before the fact.
After the fact it will be spun some way, still equivocated, they say. After
all, don't most people take the mark?
Jerusalem
is a Pattern Seen from Space.
The immediate background of this is said to have
occurred at the inauguration of the the middle of three popes in 1978. In the
midst of John Paul I's reign, which lasted only a month, the NY Times reported,
14 September 1978, that luminous triangles, cigar shaped vessels and green
radiation beamed over the Vatican. When John Paul II died, 2 April 2005,
another UFO sighting occurred over the Vatican (9 April 2005) during the
obsequies. It is said that the new pope inaugerated this March 20, 2013,
Pope Francis I, and Obama in Israel the day before, March 19,
are important since Jerusalem is Ground Zero for the unfolding of these
events. The Zohar says in the year 5773 (beginning September 2012), the nations
will gather in Rome but be destroyed, implying a new temple or third temple to
be set up in Jerusalem. Some people think this must come a few years later. The
Vatican recently got title to the Hall of he Last Supper on Mt. Zion in
Jerusalem. These actions however must be as suspect as that the new temple
would be, its purpose being to found the one world religion of Rev. 17,
bringing up (again) the False Prophet. All denominations still lionize
Jerusalem in general, but Mystery Babylon the Great and the alien savior will
compel worship at this new rebuilt temple.
The False
Prophet, chief agent of the Beast of Revelations prophesied by Micaiah as a
Lying Spirit against Ahab, king of Israel, among countless statements during
the Reformation that Rome was to be the antichrist, only the Adventists said
that the
United States was the false prophet. Revelation Seminar teaching of
Revelations 17 say the U.S. will join the
Papacy, an impossible assumption. John Knox compared the Pope to the Antichrist
of the seventh chapter of Daniel, but to take Rome and secular, scientific
America together is beyond belief, unless the Vatican, science and the
President make
aliens the triggers of apocalypse. We believe the news after it has
happened. Adventist beliefs replace the Free Masons with the Jesuits as
conspirators. Critics "question the sanity of this organization...nothing
less than an amazing piece of fiction... Adventists have concocted one of the
greatest conspiracy theories of all times, and have denigrated and maligned the
United States of America with absolutely no evidence to prove their wild
conspiracy claims."
The U.S. as the false prophet,
taken with the announcement of the so called last pope, Petrus Romanus by Saint
Malachy, compounds the papacy, U.S. and false prophet. Wikipedia
cites the lying spirit given
to the false prophet, so it follows that none of us are going to figure this
out, especially if False Prophecy comes with the papacy jawboning a pact with
aliens to recognize them as brothers, a story broken dramatically by Tom Horn
in Exo-Vaticana.
Substantial confirmation of U.S. and world reports, black budget science
explicit in underground bases, monarch conditioning, chemtrails, hybrids, super
soldiers would be the putative instrumentality of the false prophet to enforce
its positioning. In exploration of this at the Pacific Institute the Adventists
say:
"The world is a theater; the actors, its inhabitants,
are preparing to act their part in the last great drama. With the great masses
of mankind there is no unity, except as men confederate to accomplish their
selfish purposes... A power from beneath is working to bring about the last
great scenes in the drama — Satan coming as Christ, and working with all
deceivableness of unrighteousness in those who are binding themselves together
in secret societies."
Signs of the End.
Amazing as it sounds Adventist's believe that Sunday worship
will be the pretext mandated so people will be imprisoned or put to death in
violation! At least this echoes the Noahide
Laws passed by Congress and signed in 1991. Impossible that the
United States is the False Prophet! Ellen White ( 1827 – 1915) said that The Great
Controversy (1858) between Christ and Satan over earth distorted the
image of God in humanity, disordering of the created world.
One little matter of interest in all this are the multiple
counterfeits of the lamb:
- The false prophet has "two horns like a lamb."-
"False prophets are like lambs but inwardly are ravening wolves"
(Matt 7.15).- The False Prophet acts like a lamb but speaks like a dragon (Rev
17).- The False Prophet exercised all the authority of the first Beast in its
absence and made the earth and all people worship it when it returned.Rev
13.2). It will possess the supernat. (2 Thess. 2.9).
- During the first three and a half years the Antichrist will
present to the world as a messiah, an economic, political, and military genius.
However, after this resurrection, it will claim to be God. The False Prophet
will then demand that everyone on earth worship the resurrected Antichrist by
taking his mark." False
Prophet
- The False Prophet will give life to the “image of the
beast” (Revelation
13:15). Hologram, verichip, hike!
- The Antichrist and the False Prophet after the battle of
Armageddon) are the first ones thrown into the lake of fire (Revelation
19:11-21).
Addendum views.. The
False Prophet
" The beast can be interpreted as the corporation, an
entity that is legally a person, but has no soul and no human values. The
dragon can be interpreted as military might, the enforcer and conqueror. The
false prophet captures the hearts and souls of the people, and misleads them,
masquerading as pious and godly, but actually tricking them into supporting the
beast." Carol
Wolman
" Here's one of those
mysteries of Yahweh's being revealed. Before the earth was even created,
He knew who would be born and who would be His. And before He even spoke the
first word to recreate the earth and place Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,
He had every person who would ever be born and follow Him written in what He
calls His "Book of Life." Sherry
Shiner
The Underground is Above You. Note:
Well known underground cities of Cappadocia area of Turkey, Tatlarin
Underground city Derinkuyu
Underground City, Ozkonak
Underground City, Mazi
Village Underground City, Kaymakli
Underground City and Gaziemir
Underground City compare to modern versions like
the UG mall of Montreal, but neither ancient or modern civil UG fortresses hold
a candle to Cheyenne Mountain and the hundreds of secret bases in the U.S.
Among all these beings unknown
and known, but never mentioned is Jesus. As comfort to the Pope, the Adventists
take the pagans, the Catholics and the Protestants together as the False
Prophet. To say that the Catholic world view is more secular than the
Protestant biblical one is another spin. Evolution is the driving force of the
theology of de
Chardin's Omega Point, which should not, by the way, detract from Apollo,
the antichrist of 2
Thessalonians 2.3. All Bible literature is about the struggle between the
seed of the woman and the seed of the serpent. Earth is a battlefield in the
loosing of the old Hyperborean Nordic gods with the spirits of fire, opening
the gates of hell, emptying it of the ancient gods and goddesses, myth become
fact in the human dimension, as in the DNA reconstitution of Pharohs. Or so it
says. The natural minds of people are to see nothing of this. Lying signs and
wonders meant to subvert the portals opening were sealed up for this appointed
time, says Daniel. The Vatican telescope in AZ, sarcophagi in the Grand Canyon,
aliens, fallen angels, sexual corruption of the human race, says The Ahriman
Gate by Tom Horn, are footnotes of Genesis 3.15.
The immediate background of this
is said to have occurred at the inauguration of the the middle of three popes
in 1978. In the midst of John Paul I's reign, which lasted only a month, the NY
Times reported, 14 September 1978, that luminous triangles, cigar shaped
vessels and green radiation beamed over the Vatican. When John Paul II died, 2
April 2005, another UFO sighting occurred over the Vatican (9 April 2005)
during the obsequies. It is said that the new pope inaugerated this March 20,
2013, Pope Francis I, and Obama in Israel the day before, March
19, are important since Jerusalem is Ground Zero for the unfolding
of these events. The Zohar says in the year 5773 (beginning September 2012),
the nations will gather in Rome but be destroyed, implying a new temple or
third temple to be set up in Jerusalem. Some people think this must come a few
years later. The Vatican recently got title to the Hall of he Last Supper on
Mt. Zion in Jerusalem. These actions however must be as suspect as that the new
temple would be, its purpose being to found the one world religion of Rev. 17,
bringing up (again) the False Prophet. All denominations still lionize
Jerusalem in general, but Mystery Babylon the Great and the alien savior will
compel worship at this new rebuilt temple.
That anyway is somewhat of a digest of this
three hour Hagmann and Hagmann broadcast. Call it fiction just to further
the scenario in case the False Prophet comes and the last Pope is installed, as
according to St.
Malachy and Fr. René Thibaut, predicting the last pope in 2012. The
Catholic mystics cited by Horn in Petrus Romanus made world news
predicting the event ahead, that the new pope will join all the religious into
one body to welcome the Antichrist. instituting a new kind of Christianity.
That's pretty close to the teaching of Charles Woodbridge in 1960 and dozens of
other divines from the Reformation on. The only addition is its baseon the
worship of morally superior alien Christ who comes to earth to evangelize us
through the priesthood of Rome. Then, Rome is destroyed. If that seems a
lot to accept, as the Vatican said of the recent film Prometheus,
it is a bad idea to defy the gods. We might ask what god is this alien
savior. The God of Forces of Daniel (11.38) is a strange one who calls down
fire from heaven. Whatever the Prophecy of the Popes of St. Malachy, when on Feb 11 lightening
struck St. Peter's Basilica twice, following Pope Benedict's resignation,
It is said this was intended to prepare the declaration of the new papal dogma,
a new decree of the new pope elected with arrival of a new comet. Of course lightening cuts both ways.
Satan falls from heaven in lightening and when that happens saints are given
power over serpents and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy.
Voltaire's supposed last minute repentance is sanctioned, as
is any last reconciliation with rejected friends or family, such as where the
last words need to be, "Please forgive me, I forgive you, thank you and I
love you." Of course these aphorisms obtain only for those whose lives
have been unjust in their own eyes, like Sir Walter Raleigh, about to be hung.
Although Socrates, being executed, is not infirm, he acts as if death were
insignificant. His last words are joking, ironic and playful. He keeps the
loved ones at arm's length.
Science substituted neuroses for
long life without corrective of pain, choice. Get a new heart, reprogram genes.
Into this age came new epic, a mercy to save from all the death science had
made from tubes, animal experiments, tortures under wraps. The new epic restored old life. That is why we are here
today, to restore what life all the lions and the wolves had reserved. New myth
means restore fear for this was forfeit in suburb bombs and rights.
The last phase of this war
hatched artificial life to give children to infertile couples invitrio. The catch was that the children
were fed to Moloch if anybody noticed. They came in handy for wars and
experiments. Bovine humans turned lab. We would leave this dark except for
hubris that gains power to find and speak the unknown. Buñuel had these guys
cry out Adonai! but it did no good. It was not a bad angel. Where they go
looking for death, each is summoned to life..
That anyway is the Orbis Tertius Imaginary Flash, that
wakes up smooth as ice and white as snow.
Fictionauts kid about the grave Yeats mashed in the mat of Lucifer's
shag in hell. That the death boats sailed "back to tell you all." In
America, where the dead live, in the
foot of the lunar mount, imaginary underground "the sage man keeps his
mouth shut.” Hawking about God or anyone
don't do what he cannot. Disbelieve the
Sun boat Ra, obsidian pushcarts, rowboats paid with blind pennies.
Godzilla and the monsters pop frighten children in their
beds. An attack on childhood, Murakami shows, and on old age; IUDs among the American Afgans, disorientation of
brain against bone, sound-lined light,
shock more felt, patter that followed
justifying the homeland itself, American
Ground Zero The Secret Nuclear War, atrocities more.
Superflat means flatted out. Superflatted people most dangerous to all from Godzilla Superflat
to Alien Grotesque, to normal Hiding Apocalypse, preparation for the super Bill
modern superman who never dies, aborned millennia. Sure you can hear escaping
gas, and the Chinese museums of Japan’s
atrocities. Japan was sent into the sun.
The Flatness of the New Face. To
disinfectant the unfeeling, wind and water swallow a fish, wake up in the
earth. The trouble is the forces. It gives meaning to blindness. Unmentionable,
dark shot ray light doesn’t blind. Darkness light dawns. At three hundred to
the dark it was getting light. They were all still there, like lost mass diverted
in their midst, a river to float. What did the boy see but what we know? We go
down to get him in a few years along the hallway with stretchers and
wheelchairs, finished work of comprachicoes along all sides. There was no lack
of disinfectant among the unfeeling. All the drugs pumped into skin. Palsy took
drugs. Rage took Valium. Lust had a pharmacopoeia. Hatred ate some.
“Kubla is a creative artist himself—he has
built the pleasure dome… a building which involves a miraculous union of
opposite forces.” “Thus, when either the spontaneous energy or the analytical
intellect seeks to dominate its opposite it engages in a battle with it, and
the result is certainly, war.
Why can’t we have C. a porphot, a precog of post human science? Thanks
very much.
The New Epic Begins in the Dust.
Looking at this epic together, the common factor was the gods wanted a girl.
Zeus wanted Io, Hera was jealous that he wanted Persephone. Girls stood for
life. In taking the girl they got fullest. Of course you have to get rid of the
man, No-Adam.
Ideas in earth air, water and
fire used and felt every day were let go and not held prisoner in test tubes,
beakers, DNA samples, cryonic tanks to be raised with the evil of science to
contradict all that life on earth held good from the first, life among herds
with the girl, a wife, and children under sky in fields.
Science substituted neuroses for
long life without corrective of pain, choice. Get a new heart, reprogram genes.
Into this age came new epic, a mercy to save from all the death science had
made from tubes, animal experiments, tortures under wraps. The new epic restored old life. That is why we are here
today, to restore what life all the lions and the wolves had reserved. New myth
means restore fear for this was forfeit in suburb bombs and rights.
The last phase of this war hatched artificial life to give
children to infertile couples invitrio.
The catch was that the children were fed to Moloch if anybody noticed. They
came in handy for wars and experiments. Bovine humans turned lab. We would
leave this dark except for hubris that gains power to find and speak the
unknown. Buñuel had these guys cry out Adonai! but it did no good. It
was not a bad angel. Where they go looking for death, each is summoned to life..
In that first therapy of ice and the soul not one face lies
inside the other, but sees beneath, to care. Any inquiry into the cause of
sorrow however will be met with antagonism. We will bite to cover the pain, and
thereafter seek to remember, test witnesses, interrogate a hundred souls. The
outer expression of sorrow is gone, but the inner, detected by looking through
the facade remains, nothing of the present but the past, "not joy,"
says K, "for that is always present" and how could it not be, for joy
fills sky and earth. "So individuals with exteriors as firm as a rock have
safeguarded an eternally hidden life of sorrow."
These sorrows are spun in many men's asexual lives
tainted against the women who made them: Kierkegaard who made a fetish of
seduction, Freud
who stopped marital relations in 1895, Ruskin who fled the sight of his wife on
their wedding night. Just to prove the modern extremes have precedent, these
classical precedents show how millions of men have been poisoned by ads for
testosterone and from growth hormones in meat and milk. Why is the
entrance to life so shunned! As if they did not want to be born, and
sought to demote themselves, their mothers, wives and all women into mythic
degradations? The inner is visible from the outside if seen. Only the most
careful observer can expect to reveal reflective sorrow of the surface into the
depths. Adapted from Shadowgraphs. Either/Or,
Kierkagaard, tr. Hannay, 175.
First off you have to be born. The immediate memories of the
mother pass to the child. That begins our life and before that nothing was
known, but as the child begins to assert itself the memories of the mother are
its first conditioning. You can know this yourself from your own mother and
from her mother, and from your grandmother. All others are second hand. The
memories you know are felt not remembered. Those transmitted become part of the
fabric of the mind more than air and sun.
After the mother, the child is surrounded by a dark not
understood. Childhood prayers mediate the dark, but the child also knows more
sight and sound than the calloused grown self. We wrestle with or are blessed
with these memories all our lives. As a people, as a world this is given and only
much later are we aware of anything else. You cannot know the nature of the
individual child any more than you can know your own, so don't think you can.
It is revealed by time and acts, but still is not known. It can go a lot of
different ways no matter what we intend as parents or children. It's not about
value formation as they like to say either. It's about inner change.
So it is a shock to say that the process of birth is being
tampered with. The population of the world has tripled in my life time. Obesity
rates have also tripled. This is taken for granted when it's not honed with
platitudes from biology. We need to ask therefore about the puppy mills, which
is to say what's wrong with "4 dogs, 2 females and two males always being
bred several years now with health and behavior problems major...worst quality
ever?"
Just because life goes on as we know it does not mean we know
it. Something has been placed between ourselves, our consciousness and the
world. What is it? You are going to kick and scream to hear that these
triplings are concurrent with broadcast waves.
The reason we live in cities and not towns isn't because of
the libraries, but because nobody knows us and we want it that way. The whole
structure of town, lifelong with people we grew up with we avoid. We are all in
flight from them, emigres to the unknown, into anonymity if not pseudonymity.
But if we did so live our memories are full of the towns, bully. Going back to
a small town is like returning to a war, all ptsd, people who compromised the
soul. See Nebraska.
Of what use is line breeding or any breeding in a belief
system where the individual must rediscover the premises and commit to them
alone, apart from history, society, even family. There are blessings that
accrue to the child of a family of faith of all kinds, but they do not
substitute for faith. Baptism does not save nor any outer act. That is the bane
and blessing of all lines. Most of the descendants of David in the royal line
betrayed his premises and the premises in which his people flourished. So among
the chosen there is the greatest betrayal. The golden age takes from
Jewish Messianism the reinstitution of every original thing, the return of all
things to their original. This is accompanied with nostalgia and affinity for
traditional peasant communities which especially appeal in a time when
celebrity interprets reality universally. The state, the strip mall of the
world with its anchor stores, China, India, Merica thinks to project its gain
of market share to bring the ideal world to profit, which is as much a sham as
that utopia is a secular humanist dream. Harry Levin and anthropologists of the
noble savage myth were never aware it is was a messianic restoration and a
Zionist apocalypse. The new order has elements of the old, of the past, but
they are transformed. In the re-establishment of the past ideal state, Zion, a
radical new state is formed that never existed before, New Jerusalem. Ancient
Judaism was revolutionary when it posited a world and an earth history
destined to be replaced by Messiah. One can emphasize the overthrow of
the old political and social in this revolution or the establishment of the
new, which accounts for alternate flags of satire and lyrical romanticism it
flies under. No wonder then the similarity of radical anarchism with chiliasm,
utopian with millennial consciousness. That zen forces and spiritual guides
think to establish an unconscious grid and make a collective Messiah
shows the lengths to which the historical fights against the new
order. It is so easy for me to see that rational utopia, the evolving social
state opposes the revolutionary apocalypse of Messiah, that there is no progress
in history leading to redemption, only a transcendent breaking in. Colossal
uprooting, total destruction of existing order don't make a lot of friends
among a society constantly benefiting from that order. That they do not see the
need is obvious. Don't rock the boat, even if it comes to totally eliminating
the microbiologists. Further it comforts that Messiah comes only when the world
has prepared itself with utter corruption, boasts of singularity, mutation,
superman. But as it is a past and a transformed past, redemption is both
historical, public, and private, personal, a spiritual process and inward
transformation as well as a visible event in the world.
Third Ilusa Los Cursos Ilusa
On one hand, after the fact, it would be poetic
preincarnation but also a recovery of origins, as though there was and is prior
instruction. I was attracted by the stillness and the gravity, the Stillstellung
implicit being and power. The vats represent the instruction and the
"compulsion to repeat" precursor patterns mediated through time and
understanding, its course held open by the belief of one's own sublimity.
Compromising as that sounds. Sublimity, audacity. Sheets of purified cellulose
steeped in caustic soda, dried, shredded into crumbs, aged in metal containers
for 2 to 3 days. The vats were huge, thirty, forty feet tall storage tanks.
What's going on in and by the vats to me is the exact remembrance of
eternity in time. Us in him before the foundation of the
world. How could it not be so among the sons of God whose election
to that realm was before, but unknown in the present, at least in the sense of
realized? Poetic repetition seeks the mediated vision of the fathers. Always
striving, the closer he gets, the more he is away. Further it seems, he
must go, but then also, the further he has come. To view this eternal present
in time one must imagine it properly as an entertainment for the Father, Son
and sons who cherish the moment because they have lived it. They root with all
excess of passion for the home and laugh at the absurdity that melts into this
compassion for their state. Blessed is the man.
The Green Light. I try to understand it as the wheels have
left the ground. When the car speeds downhill fast enough it will plane out
into air, which is more than a sense of humor, because of the wheels. A
cross road then, cut into the side of a hill with a green light serves as a
launching pad. Crossing Conshohocken in Bala Cynwyd, on the way down to Levering
Mill Circle, not quite while the car was in the air, though it might have been,
she wanted to know my middle name. It's Edwin, but I said, Elijah. Don't ask a
17 year old such questions. And why does it matter in the end? Because that was
sometime in May and I was within weeks of being struck by lightning, lit up for
all the world to see, transformed, changed. You see what a job I have made of
it, but now I look on the inside what I used to look like on the outside,
but on the outside I am what I used to look within. These reversals seem to
happen but no matter which go along with Elijah meaning El is Yah, versus its
opposite in the name Joel
which means Yah is El.
I am your sign, so that as I have done so shall it
be done to all. But there are wheels within wheels. Kierkegaard asked for
one favor from the gods for himself, laughter, and they all began to laugh.
That's his telling. An apparent opposition between inner and outer makes
its representation impossible when the effect of every vision is evident,
full of eyes round about. To have laughter on one's side, native to the
setting, was either all joke, humor of high and middle kinds, or elección. Yet
shall he not see it. We won't know until the vote is in. To laugh
seems hard wired on the foreheads of men that sigh and cry, as if they
looked through a hole in the wall, to never say truth without a caveat,
not Orphic ambiguity, but tease truth a season. The spirit
rats have a hard time getting their tails out of truth. What rats? For
I know the things that come into your mind, every one of them. Call it
humor because the first thing I read in Either/Or at the end of my own
Diaspora, when I picked it up again after 40 years, was Kierkegaard's paragraph
at end of the
Diapsalmata about his audience with the gods in the seventh heaven. Never
start at the beginning, just open at random and begin. Prepare stuff for
removing. Dig through the wall. If you want in on this just laugh along.
Viscose and the Eternal. Viscose
fibers are manufactured to create the illusion of the world. As he stands
beside the tanks there is nothing but being, Dinglichkeit, thingness,
materiality alone, which is a magnificent state, but without cognition. The
vats are metaphors of the stuff that makes the world, the explosive gasoline of
world fiber that is made to burn. Ezekiel says that after they gave their
jewels, their gold and silver and made them into images of men, sacrificed
their oil and flour and honey, crowns, earrings, their incense to it, they gave
their children and burned them in oblation to the gods. The vats are metaphors
of the stuff that makes the world, but the
world is a synthetic fiber, not a
natural, which is what the man wears who leads into and sees these things,
dressed in pure linen.
The Truth That Burned. By telling the truth, that I was
overtaken, snuck up on, but far from resisting, it was the best of the best.
Only later I resisted, took upon me the way of the world, diaspora incomplete,
interrupted by repatriation, like being rescued from al Qaeda. The most
interesting thing is how the memory plunges into change, not just remembering
the times or results but the actual events. I plunge everything experienced
into the eternity of remembrance, everything finite and contingent is forgotten
and erased. The short of it is that at 17, going down that hill, shortly
thereafter, I chose the thing desired the most, the thing Kafka read Kierkegaard
to find out, what
Borges sought at the end, in Geneva, the transparent ground promised in the True Light that
lights everyone who comes into the world. It found me out, as if to say,
riveted there, as my eyes watched the high heels of women on the streets flap
up and down as they walked, hips and booty swinging, bare arms reflected in the
neon signs in the smell of buses idling their diesel engines.
Yes, maybe I am trying to deceive you into being a Christian
when in fact you cannot be and that God appeared to the world in the person of
Jesus the Messiah in opposition to all human truth. How can I deceive you?
The real issue among these difficulties is how to embrace
that the torturer and victim are one. Shall we say the harvester of the corn
and the corn are one, that life and death are one? Where is there room for
anyone to be pious who comes of a race of both? Oh the judgments are great, at
least among onlookers. The participants, the sufferers say they wish no
retribution. The torturers hope to hide their madness from the world even if
each time they close their eyes or leave them open the memories recur. They
seek deadness which will come of course, and they think they will die and be
done, poor things, for in gaining the approval of their superiors, or in their
fear, or in their sadism, they think to escape like some pensioner of a
corporation thinks all the lies told in the service will be over at the end.
But nothing ever dies. Death is the greatest lie, the greatest imposture of
existence. These waves of ruse and counter ruse were the best empirical
candidates for the Mind
Parasites which, should you be unable to take it as reviewed can
consider the more metaphysical as viruses of thought, which makes them all turn
over the graves of tradition upon their
heads, except they say, the best and brightest among us were editors.
Trieste Garden Speech. The other voice is here
and now 1344.This speech was given for the Trieste Newmontes among the
garden statues of La Chiara near Siena that year.]
Jerusalem as Woman. There is
a hazard to the new World Order greater than the medieval
corresponds where every planetary hair has human dress. Profound the sun
its heart, kohlrabi its vegetable, gold its mineral, Brussels its city,
Guam its country. When not the man, a woman lay on her side as Europe, her head
Logres
Britain, a breast in France, a hand in Italy, Byzantium her navel,
the Caucasus her buttocks, Jerusalem below, then "her Chin / Ore past; and
the straight Hellespont between / the Sestos and Abydos of her breasts (Donne,
"Love's Progress"), bogs, barrens, white cliffs, lowlands: buttocks,
hands and chin. The symbolic world maps of (Andrea Bianco, 1436) put Jerusalem
at the center of this globe. Faithful to geography, "we love
the Centrique part," says Donne (Elegy xviii). "Spherical, like
a globe. I could find out countries in her" (Comedy of Errors).
Who is an ocean to bathe the world's sores in? They thought it man, center of
the universe before Copernicus, (that
once called all in doubt), but a transmodern returns him to the
center. New philosophy displaces evolution with gene experiments, god with
immorality (oops, immortality), dignity of rights with alien precedence
and worse. To that new world where golden Shiners would come, each
article would new correspond with its byproduct, to coin it urinary speech
and should philosophy excrete, and perspiration art, science a gall stone,
government blood, new drugs too will roll, new gods with mescaline and DMT, and
sex, how many brand names you got? This Ordo
odoratum, rolls out obesity to wheel the patient off, still eating of
course, since "if they don't eat they will die." We rely on
consumption for national growth and jobs. Fast food makes them addicts with the
food. The new woman of this New Order's ambition will weigh 1800
pounds. The fetish of obesity porn, diet, drugs and art we know, but not
education, which is upcoming in brain implants, and literature. We hoped to set
lit right with Ooks
and Orks,
but who knew you would read this.
The text changes from day to day. To quote Shakespeare, there's mud in your eye
at the bottom of the frontispage here
"Be ye separate." Chaung Tzu said, "free
yourself from the world."
The Sea of the the Seven Deadly Sins. What inexactly is unconscious
must be left alone. It is after all unconscious. Because it is unconscious
artists (salesmen) never cease to sell what you don't know. If you take a
notion that the unconscious is not
influenced the untainted unworked imagination, the unhypnotized mind would work itself in those conditions. The
thought that the unconscious can be manipulated led to just that. Turquoise and
beryl to cleanse your aura? Or leave it to Joyce. The Psycho profession is in a
hurry to supply. Bandler, inventor of NLP, is advertised with a Neptune
dominant. That must mean he ranks high in self deception. If the unconscious is
a sea then whales and the sharks must die for Bandler's dominant. You can cut
all the fins off every shark, that is Neptunian. Neptune dominants, the sea and
all that in them is, like to be fictionally called the
Neptune War, to improve life, even if all the sharks have to die like the
buffalo. Or wild ginseng, or truffles, urban myth allows the elders of tribes
of Tibetan culture and the Andean Q'ero to consume sins for health by
breathing them in. Somebody will tell of their guru who took upon himself
karma. Shark fin spiritology in these circles passes as much as gems by copying
practices of the neolithic age. Compare the real thing where the priest
sacrificed so much blood the cover of the Ark was an inch deep in its crust
when the priest killed the Yahweh goat but set free the Azazel goat into the
wilderness after forcing down upon its head all the sins of the people. You
can't eat that one. Sanctification of the unconscious and its cleansing
with exploitation and manipulation was founded by Milton Erikson for the whole
CIA national mind control network.
If the primitive perception is
so much greater than the mannered, that a Jackson Pollock carrying around the
dead body of woman in his trunk that he killed in an alcoholic frenzy with his
car is greater than them all, don’t be an artist. Get a job. Hughes cites
Terence of the cosuffering of Dickens, Tolstoy, "I think nothing human
alien to me." It’s like so many of Goya's paintings scraped off walls to
be remounted, repainted, the Aula Dei, the Saturn...all parts of the not whole,
like the Inquisition, prison scenes. To find analogies for the extremities of
this art you have to cite Foxes Martyrs
for nice water boarding, or the semi erect penis of Saturn that restorer Martin
Cubells reshaped to public taste, while Saturn is following the rites of the
Blood Presidents in their secret Bohemian grottoes, oh reshape that. It's not
the man who first offends, whose symbols abound. Blake burned in his brazier the equally
offending black member of Milton. Not one word here about Dick Cheney, Clinton,
Bush and Obama misshapen. The difference between the pornographers of England
say and Goya is he is as believable in suffering as Blake's torments, but not
the renaissance and restoration porn writers celebrated by Charles Mish who I
shared a table with in the Folger, who dismissed the prose catalogs of the
Sterg O'Dell, who in any case did more for us than all the hirelings.
The first three kings of Pentagon fought eighteen years to
produce the Five Disasters called the freedom wars. Clanton, Bushinski and Le
Bommb, with still one yet to come installed the New Order. Popular calamities
burned like the new Reichstag to bypass due process, reconstitute the
Constitution. No one Disaster was as detailed as that given where Van Gogh's
head, reconstituted at gunpoint, brought us up to date. His brain saw a color
shift which produced the yellow
period, haloes around lights. Xanthopsia and like
propaganda fooled our seizures, after creation of the mass mind. Oracle
ambiguous electronic designs "more beautiful and soft than any moth / With
burring furred antennae feeling its huge path" (Spender, Poems,
XXVII). This is Weimar's Childhood’s End,
catalyzed by the beast that comes from its ship in 50 years! New
gravities from the master past ruined massively into Tristes presentimientos. We wanted to escape so we took flight.
This violent yoking of
dissimiliars made more blood than rain. The difference between Flagellants who
lined the streets of Washington and Rome in 2014 (I mean where Rome used to be
anyway), and the Black Paintings sunk into the wall of Goya’s home, were only
the width of a small stroke of the left parietal cortex, carceral torments of
reconstituted cello erased consciousness, whether it was a violin or a cello
that fell from Van Gogh's head The point was that hearing they would not, nor
seeing see. Mid mind controls were the favors of war. An apocalypse of human
hybrid cannonballs breached the wall where heads flew, taking populacos and
robots to the fore. The third king of the Pentagon stamped his foot out of
sympathy. He sang like an old VCR:
Long
live King Pentagon,
Death to
the Nation! Io!
Not since secret signs of drug
companies made profits tricks of the generic had the Heads chanted Many Made
One! [MMO] Many Be One,. Shaman, priest, and prophet made wringing motions with
their hands. Dr. Franke spoke for the staff Psychologists of Vacaville. After
losing that first encounter on earth, the Neptunes gave out drugs and
meditation to even the odds. These were Heads even before the Anectine
programmers' two jokes in one. Don’t
think such things go unnoticed, occult resemblances of the unlike, encounters with dementia marketed by the Agency
as a search for the divine afflatus
as Pop presidents and hob celebrities produced a round of golf.
Pot macabre swam where no one had before – but for all that what war is
nebulous? You can paint as large a canvas with Napoleon as with Van Gogh. We
would not however be blamed for the piety of the unrighteous, because only the
heads were displayed. he that is washed needs not save to wash his feet.
If
you’ve never seen a Shiner up close, outgassed in its suit with the headlights
on, time and the universe moving backwards, you should know that these
translator models hold dialogue with the Sophias
of hierarchy, about whom as little should be said. Millions of A-Heads were
given to the Shiners after this
instruction for them to illuminate. Any surplus unmanned was severed. A-Heads
were told they could become Shiners as Amputees, or Disrobes with little body,
but a true Disrobe had none at all. Cosmic rejects were called Disbod, which
condition caused discarnates to empty literature. They started with the prisons
first. Ron Hubbard
channeled Aleister Crowley. Leary
and Ginsberg worked the Putty labs. Millions and millions of stem
cell donors were appropriated from the landfill.
Police without name tags, but flash blings, rubber
bullocks, gas, sonic
cannons, armored Bearcats, snipers and drones in sync with Collateral
Damage show the Schumann Resonance militarized to hyperspace frequencies. If
that's too much to chew consider that "in the late 1960's Lisitsyn
reported that the Soviets had broken the ‘genetic code’ of the brain to 44
digits or less. Of 22 frequency bands across the EM spectrum, eleven
frequencies were independent. Reality Engineers interpreted this to mean that
those channels could be ‘phase-locked’ to influence thought, emotion, and
consciousness. Hyperspace
constants became “hotter” from this activity than before. Nuclear plants on the
scalar grid grew hotter. Yakuza and Aum Shinriko leased scalar interferometers
from the KGB to move heat and cold
fronts, to make earthquakes, erupt volcanoes. They also made smaller, portable
Yakuza weapons for strategic Bushido
strikes. Russia, America, Brazil, China could imprint any disease they wanted
into the cells of the body by reproducing the disease ‘signature.’ Hyper-dimensional
French physicists opened terra gridlines to drop nukes on the nodes. From 200 to over a thousand underground
nuclear tests at Muroroa
Atoll made their own time-portal.
The entire jet stream was shifted at will, hot and cold spots collided over
southern regions with extremes of air to induce violent thunderstorms with
‘spin,’ tornadoes. “Drought, excessive rain, flood-induced, destroyed crops by
severe and unseasonal weather,” a sentence Faulkner never wrote. Tesla said it
would be possible to split the planet with a telegeodynamic oscillator combining vibrations with the earth resonance:
"within a few weeks, I can set the earth's crust into such a state of
vibrations that it will rise and fall hundreds of feet, throwing rivers out of
their beds, wrecking buildings and practically destroying civilization."
No wonder his
books were burned along with Wilhelm
Reich's.
The paradigm shift of the
transgenic argues that every aspect of evolution and the subconscious, of the
inter relation of human beings, every aspect of news management is brought into
obsolescence designed to obscure the fact of the transhuman until it is
ready to be formed/revealed in its creation of crisis, which will impose its
own management as greater and greater catastrophes occur, until finally
the appeal made to what is greater than the human is justified; then it will be
invited and given carte blanche to heal the atmosphere, oceans, forests, you
name it. Every aspect of economic challenge meant to prepare that same
invitation to superman furthers the paradigm shift, the re-understanding of
physical and mental. The physical being is to be superseded, betraying all
ecofeminism and human health unless it serves the transhuman. Ultimately the
transhuman is a metaphor of the Exogenic, the Exoterran from inside/outside the
earth. This gnostic DMT of the transhuman is the hardest thing for humans to
believe, a demonic entrance into earth time and space of discarnate entities
unbelieved, hence all the more empowered, which makes a new metaphysics, joined
with the machine (except that the machine is impaired, lacking a
subconsciousness, its own experience, and creative thought). It makes C. S.
Lewis the greatest prophet of all.
"None produced in the
hybrid line of human and angelic mating. Only sons. The Nephilim son’s
were like mutant births of the animal kingdom that cannot reproduce. Had that
restriction not been in place, then there would have probably been Nephilim and
angelic breeding going on and the production of an even more fierce hybrid than
already existed at that period of time." here
Hence, arguably, the spirit that used the machine as a stalking horse, must all
along have designed, provoked and led the human to this Shift. In the
alternative future, images of a man would be as scarce as First Folios.
Now of course machines have
excessive brain power but one does known how, if they plan to keep the worker
bee human around at all, its propagation will be done. Asexual you should not
necessarily presume. Obviously a program of eugenics in the offing makes Brave
New World also prophetic of the trans. For if the machine is a little
disconnected from the physical that does not mean it might not need the
bestial, call it the physical redirected toward the sublime, the way they speak
of John
Dee's contact of the spirits, "truly remarkable, albeit sublime, works
that he maintained were the product of angels,' or otherwise, as C. S. Lewis
says, "reams of stuff as fatuous as is reported from any modern
séance,” tolerated if you will for its messy qualities, the physical being, all
those intestines and what not, but in the end the cow is worth it for the brain
cells to be harvested no doubt. So education,
university and library are retained, even propagated themselves by
the brain. Test tubes up. Neurons waving.
It cannot be
fun for Kurzweil to be a god all by himself, not that we all would have to be.
Presumably that could be reserved for the newly rich in neurons, although the
rest of us might fit in a feudal society of lords, barons, landowners,
middleclass shopkeepers and peasants. Gory be, to go back to the medieval after
all this progress is a tad regressive. But no matter, there is a choice. After
all there is a choice of life or death. Life as slaves or simple death in
destruction at the hands of Sky Net and Terminator, sorry that Hollywood got
there first. It shows how vigilant the news media have been. That journalism
has a future, if one can call it that after the human fall, that is opposite to
the Arab spring. No fun to be a god in competition with all the other gods of
Olympus either, so if it's back to the medieval, ever more it's back to the
Greeks. Who knows but that we soon enough get to Babylon, and to Balaam, that's
sure to be a favorite, until finally, retrogressin’ back to Noah, the time
before the flood when the sons of god went in to the daughters of men the
true motive of the fallen manifests. All you need is love, a god in the
community of gods until we have to read Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II (reading
Milton these days is like reading Revelations 12) where they are all lying
about on the burning lake seeking to raise up Pandominus, Pandos for
short. After all we had our condos.
If dreams reveal anything, when trans have completed their genetic
altering the rest will be domestic pets. This means a stiffening of genes,
genetic code forever altered to be more like Fido. Natural selection? It's all
done in the lab now. Just the one artificial dog. The purpose of our cryonics group
is that we all want to know each other so we can have a long life
together. Cryonics do not listen to Messiah to put on the incorruptible.
Imitation of this Life, life eternal, available only at the Door, is like the
imitation of life the stiffened genes produce in dogs. That is, if
dreams....
If thought is hearing and overhearing, that
ranges from the tattle tale in your head who perplexes you with every fear and
hope of self promotion to a deeper guy who gives pretty good advice, to
lightning strikes in the moment absolutely known, but unless written on the
spot gone as if they never were, and thought, visions in sleep and just after,
crystal clear, when written down never gets what it was, and mistakes that
happen when you hit a key wrong or skip or jump and the knife slips or push too
hard and break a whole other unknown before it, mistake into a misspelled word,
inadvertent space, wrong cap, all wrong to the first guy, then you can tune to
these and more at Encouragements For Planting (during business hours), or meet us on the Ibsen Canal Saturdays.
This training video, Rock Giant Raw Footage Travel Narrative.
Loitering the Apocalypse with Rock Toddlers, What They See.-is all about seeing
and recognizing what is before our eyes, so it takes the red rocks as
precursors of our understanding of politics and society. The tour is meant to
be understood as symbolic of the various social disruptions, especially
concerning the child, but of all human life. So while when you listen to it in
all the distracting noise be thinking what this giant figure represents, what
that one stands for.
The Hunchback. Man in
his chair, knee to the left, shoulders, head, arms. Let’s count. …that’s
the face…nose, cheek, other cheek, brow shades the eyes, knee stuck out, arm
hangs down…three joined at the shoulder. One a girl. The guy, got his arm on
her, lookin down at long coats, elbows,
arm behind the back and down, another behind the there, this guy’s arm on top the rocks. I don’t know why this
is herringbone piece, a baby bending, buttocks out and there’s the thigh. It’s
an eye of a giant. Cyclops hidden in that cliff…see the arm behind him here,
other one sticking out here. It’s got a bird on a roost. It’s an outpost
loitering here
You can mine this ground
yourself. The strata know the generations that descend. If you don't know them
and deem yourself unique then it is founded upon waste. The individual ignorant of its past makes him a genius in
the history of families he came from being hatched full blown from Grendel's
dam even if put to death. Toss the coin
again. Words sleep under logs to discover the radical new moment. It's going to
have a baby. Then shut up and let someone else talk. Talk about doing sums in
this: arrested development, failure to care for another, the key to intellect.
Full grown its daughter will be one, meaning one year old.
Slip the undoubtedly up to ten in a world without secrets,
all language opaque. Those days you could pick up a phrase and convert it. Invert, splice, reverse as you will the
timpani of Beethoven’s 9th, the beginning rewritten become WHO MADE THE
DECISION, BOOMAY THE DECISION. ON, ON, the drum the word, the who a BOOM
itself, echoes ON, ON. Everything on top of everything, the word a coat you can
wear and give away, that transfers by your will to extend it, you're going to
say you've been praying all these years to extend that word and that you have
done. Regard the unimportant thing like a writing over writing where parchment
in short supply gets overwritten in a
different ink, "new writing," maybe only lists of things to start
over top of ancient texts but the lists removed, scraped off to see what's
beneath, retell the telling, repeating again and again over centuries told and
retold and retold. We consider him some concrete version of a myth without
referring exactly to what underlies
archaeological strata unconscious until we name. In the reverse of
things paradise is not a good place. It has no edges of wilderness of bark,
pine needle, grass and predator. Comfort is annihilation. Of course it is not
"paradise" that the colonist made from inversion semantics, clothes
dryers, dish washers, consumptive spending. The fear of wilderness, trees that
hid in darkness, were reversed, the
good was evil, the evil was good. Every effort of power to control and
domesticate freedom was there.
To get our introduction out of
the way, sugar coat the doomsay mongers up and down their evolutionary chain,
confusion of the tongues thought at Babel flying saucer run abouts from GE and GOOG earth where some studio
turns out prophets stoned with anticipation, runoff thoughts, catastrophes
years before the electric grid went out, and here we were still waiting. What
are we waiting for? Repetition of sentences. Like men discern the sky. Many plots in phone books. After the
beans of Orion, Andromeda, thought control, weather domes and drones, what
Babel did to the synthetic mind,
enlightenment, science salvation
exactly like the lady
of Akron to Mr. Obama. Nobody would read such signs manipulated in the
heavens.
Pterodactyl helicopters disgorge soldiers to annihilate a
building, cut the bullets out of the children’s bodies. The birds did that!
They wear constitutional goat beards and fly away with PTSD and IUDs for Afgan
and American, brain against bone, sound-lined light, still born more sudden to
justify more bombing of the home, American
Ground Zero The Secret Nuclear War, Drones, drones more.
we want more drones! mSuperflatted Apocalypse in the guerilla Godzilla
Superflat, War Alien Grotesque, for
UltraMan aborned. Does it make the top 10?
The 21st ally with the Germans? You hear escaping gas. Japan.was
sent to the sun.
A man writing his life after
death retells his fiction, appeals his birth. What should we believe, fiction
or fact. We will not believe his facts. “I knelt down on both knees and
lightning strikes.” The skin wakes up smooth as ice and white as snow. Comfort
this sleep, like ancestors who went before.
Weaponizing the atmosphere at
least gets rid of mosquitoes.About all these ites above the temptations written
of, one from Raymond Chandler's The
Big Sleep:
"Her teeth parted and a faint hissing noise came out of
her mouth...she hadn't move when I got back with the glasses. The hissing had
stopped...I looked away. Then I was aware of the hissing noise very sudden and
sharp...the hissing noise came tearing out of her mouth as if she had nothing
to do with it...she called me a filthy name...her teeth chattered and the
hissing noise was sharp and animal...the imprint of her head was still in the
pillow, of her small corrupt body still on the sheets. i put my empty glass
down and tore the bed to pieces savagedly."
Drumcliff Churchyard
If there is no one to decide for us, says Sartre, “there is
at least one being in whom existence precedes essence, a being who exists
before he can be defined by any concept, and this being is man, or, as
Heidegger says, human reality.” Bringing human identity into question to
substitute it with another is just this, the anguish of choice:
“Man, with no support and no
aid, is condemned every moment to invent man.”
“I ought to know that if I do
not choose, I am still choosing.”
“The most terrible situations of
war, the worst tortures do not create a non-human state of things; there is no
non-human situation. It is only through fear, flight and recourse to magical
types of conduct that I shall decide on the non-human, but this decision is
human, and I shall carry the entire responsibility for it.” (Sartre)
So many holes slashed in the ionosphere with high frequency radio
waves drove Zirbes to complete the damage done by nuclear blasts in the
radiation belts above. that field, the Gaping holes make you think this explains
increased readings of the Book
of Martyrs.."
This allegory of the Pride is of dual nature,
moral-religious and national-political, particularly concerning Lucifera and
the procession of the seven deadly sins (FQ, I, Cantos iv, v). Lucifera
is not far from the daughter of Zion with her "hinder parts painted
cunningly." The writer of that paper said something apropos of our cedar
and tower, "pride is an illusion with no basis in reality" (39), like
Chaucer's House of Fame that has the names of great men inscribed on the north
wall and their destruction on the south. The leprosy (3.17) of the Daughters
and their bared secret parts are like the escapees of the House, lepers by the
side of the road "in most wretched case." Literature is good for something,
to talk about what otherwise is unmentionable, which Spenser did voluminously
with the Tudors. The House of Pride is ready to crumble at any moment, for
"every breath of heaven shaked it (iv, 5. 7). The inhabitants are infinite
sorts of people, the universality of hell no doubt, but it fits a nation
diverse as its own pride. The lords and ladies, the government await Queen
Lucifera but they are only props to her appearance. There is a lot of parody of
the English Court of Elizabeth as Lucifera is a maiden queen. She brooks no
rivals. To cast our male presidents into the roles they play as maiden queens,
denies the strict controls behind them however. Lucifera is the false light of
pride whose carriage is pulled by the seven deadly sins, which if we wanted to
extend the analogy, should think to have substituted with our own. I mean
gluttony has been surrendered to along with pride, and lechery, envy, wrath
Apocalypse Training Video
is all about eyes. The red rock understanding of politics. This tour is
meant to be understood as symbolic of disruptions concerning the child and all
human life. So when you listen to it in
all the distracting noise be thinking what the giant represents, what that one
stands for.
symbolic
of a series of tribes squeezed between the
coasts of the present-day fabulous and the historical fabulous. Peoples
with tracks dug in their temples which convinced them that theirs was a perfect
world. These tracks could not be seen, unless taken apart, which they did not
do, the peoples descended from various European, African, Latin American,
Indian, and Asian seduced into their perfect world by commercials advertising
immigration to and from other planets, even as they had to the new world, led
by the tracks to think they could, an invention from the start, even if a dozen
generations thought not. You see this they were led to believe.
In the twenty first century the
Americas became a multilayered sandwich.
This is the science of Huysmans in humiliation, someone
tortured every day to improve the lot of our people. The best thing about
conditioning is it puts to rest the schemes that these are aliens in Bosnia,
Uganda, Argentina, Germany, England, Arkansas...dissociated, Televised mass
hypnosis to fool the world that earth has come into with the 'gods' visiting
the earth, awed in submission by
concealed advanced technology and
Autogenic Memory Barriers
The Trojan
Horse stamps with incandescence the 21st prewar world. We hear
guns through dislogs, words that don't exist, Weiman, Districks. No one feels
of course more March that Hamburg or Weimar, cynical, renunciating
politics. It was a play with no stage,
drugs renouncing drugs just along the Rhine of wooden Bacchuses. Pot blocked
both alleys. Weakness was a celibate strength, inebriation, entertainment,
patriotism, turned to Tao Lin. Halloween celebrated off the Weimar pot, and
Valentine's Day, according to demand, was the liberty of wisdom crowds with
birthdays online. Every commercial tramped the sunlit future. Dragonish
sensuality could recognize men dressed as women rolling their eyes,
ETs anesthetize against pain by met(h)aphysicals -to deny anesthetic
used. In other terms the comprachios could torture and disfigure children as
long as they felt no pain.
To reconstruct from memory under the
pretense of light, which turns into reshaping attempted escapes, fantasy boats
and fable captains, visas for countries unknown to Atlas, passports for
countries that don't exist, we may pass for sailors in the port. Walter
Benjamin is there with his large black briefcase of lives traveling to the
camps at de Vernuche with purple blotches under the eyes.
Pop. We go down to the dock and see a little rowboat tied up,
get in and gradually drift from the shore. After a while the evening news, even
the weather is unfamiliar. This is a cipher to the way things are going, none
believable. The land itself is a fabrication as the boat moves further away. It
gets more so. Many artists talk about it, but not in words, in images which are
explained away.
Take for instance the images of Pop eating pop:
That
“THE POP WILL EAT HIMSELF” BY MASSIMO GIACON is a foregone conclusion, pop
being "the modern pagan deity," [hatched in large part by otaku and Little
Boy.] “Initially, the characters of the ceramic Superego collection
were not designed as ceramic construction, but as sick toys. The “sickness” of
toys is given by corruption and human suffering. Massimo, with his objects,
wants to represent the negative influence which is directly expressed in his
works. The characters of his ceramics collection are like modern martyrs who
wonder what happened and why things are so bad nowadays. The pop objects have
shining colors and terrifying expressions.”
The Pop Will Eat Himself. Massimo Giacon is a protagonist
of Italian cartoon bubbles. From Design Design Blog. These
images of consuming and being consumed are analogous to the shore. They exist
beneath the levels of consciousness, in art, so are subject to every
psychological interpretation to confront the unthinkable. But because it's
unthinkable it's outside the empirical.
It's the same for everyone, including Wittgenstein’s rhinoceros
who didn't get the true info until the end. As consumers consume pop, lives consume
consciousness.
You have to slip through the holes, to turn, to wind, and
wriggle your way out in that evening you survive. If you want to forget
something that didn't officially exist, like the assassination of Benjamin, the
missing briefcase, the ever-growing flow of stateless persons or apatrides fleeing to the West—not quickly, but
in an achingly slow relation to the advance, rumors are rife, and as the
numbers swell, various authorities demand more and more papers. Doors open and
close and then close for good. Escape is uncertain, changing direction. The compass
is indexed not to the terrain but to the possibility of laying your hands on
the right piece of paper, that would enable you to exit Spain, the US, Cuba, or
wherever. [iii]
The Compass and the Paper- Langle
and Vanderburch, Louis-Bronze et Ie Saint-Simonien (Theitre du Palais-Royal,
February 27, 1832)10
Saturn's ring becomes a cast-iron balcony on which the
inhabitants of Saturn take the evening air. 8 Phantasmagorias of the interior,
living rooms a hoax in the theater of the world.
Reveal to these depraved,
O Republic, by foiling their
plots,
Your great Medusa face
Ringed by red lightning.
Workers song c. 1850 in Adolf
Stahr, (Benjamin 12), gravecorrespondance
of walter benjamin 1910-1940corepondance
of benjamein and shcolem 1932-40 on
the concept of history
Force Negation of HUMAN RESOURCES. Army Manual SUPPORT, PDF. FM 13-0113.
U. S. Army Teams
dissecting butterfly antennas found that without feelers butterflies lost the
ability to navigate using the sun. Tethered in a flight simulator with antenna
clipped they could not adjust direction based on time. Monarch butterflies flew
in all directions then. Those with intact antennae flew southwest. We thus
learned that active disturbance of these fields severs identities from Resonance.
This antenna removal symbolizes force depletion in compromised identity. With
removals in biological extinctions
of bees, butterflies, flights of birds who navigate by magnetic fields, we can
now apply force negation theories to the human.
Force
Negation and the Flight of Monarchs. Oracle
Apocalypse of Hell The title came while revising the Third Ilusa and noting the
jphase epic expansion of Sheol. To match this with the Spanish, inferninos, was
chosen.
50 states of leviathan.Image
echoing, the Werther effect,
"source amnesia", we remember something but are not quite sure where
or how we learned it
Michio Kaku: “scientists trained rats to perform a certain
task, they tape recorded the impulses in the hippocampus and then replayed
these thoughts back into their brain and they recalled the task that they had
learned-the first time in world history that scientists have been able to
record a thought, a memory of something, play it back and the mouse relearned
the task. Future of the Mind, official trailer
"Our society is built upon the
observation of repetitive phenomena which recur as we anticipate them, and we
tend to exclude from our 'logic' those phenomena which are not repetitive, or
whose cycles are difficult to ascertain. We prize and use electricity even
though we cannot understand what it is, because it is predictable.Prophecy is
unacceptable until the prophet has been proven accurate. Fact and prediction
may organize our lives, but prophecy opens up the mystery and essence of
life."
This is a Book only in the sense that it is a work book, a
commonplace book, a collection of quotes, along with random writings. Wold goes
about collecting these things, editing them, adding to them. Isaac Newton says that “about the time of the
end, a body of men will be raised up who will will turn their attention to the
prophecies of the Bible, and insist on their literal interpretation in the
midst of much clamour and opposition.” Wold must be one of these, except when
he quotes he might add to the soruce.
We need a word like fact, but facts themselves are
interpreted. It’s not really fiction if we use "day" in a generic
sense, it’s just inexact. This inexactitude we call fiction, but fiction has
intention, however fact does too, to prove a point in disregard of all other
facts. This affects every written account. To the mind of the reader factual
assumptions are invisible and fictional ones obvious.
A poem is than a state of sleep that opens with forget. What
better? Analogy to the formless doesn't
explain how the changes. Why restrict this to poems? Any worthy includes all utterance.
O I too fear the fickle Freaks, the JayZ, Charlie Rose
monarch stars of Oz that plead entertainment will save us. Gfovernment replaced
the larger thing its senate defies. Paul Anka said that. They all knew the
crime bosses made them criminal. If you wanted to go along you got along and
they were all right as long if they stayed in their place. All the big clubs,
networks, studios, publishers served the analogy to gfovernment. Collective mind,
artificial intelligence, the ET ruse all had the same strategy, to dwarf by
size and number, but not to tell the story of words without words because it is
not the story but the feeling, always the same, of pain and suffering being
told. This philosophy of the base houses, coherence too subtle to grasp, was so
simple-minded nothing else could be said of it except what it says, like the
poem about Little Lucy.
Little
Lucy where you gone?
I went
down London, Queen.
Little
Lucy what did you there,
I frightened
the mouse.
How
could that be different from what it
said? But myths like elephants were always a translation problem for the crime bosses. Little lamb, who scared thee? or I heard a fly buzz dude, or In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats got paid and
the one they especially loved, The
wolves are lovely, dark and deep. Sure there are more but what’s the
point? Coherence is too big to see. The
small and the great is for the poor in between.
Drop
Drone. Force Negation of HUMAN
RESOURCES.
Army manual SUPPORT, PDF. FM 13-0113.
One thing is sure, the
individual is not countenanced by the “forces” whatever they are, which is how
the war
works, casting the individual under the bus of the collective by saying
that 1) we do not acknowledge the collective, 2) we think we are autonomous,
unique, 3) that our minds are our own. The purpose of these exaggerations is to
further the cosmic even in the midst of ballyhoo about freedom and access to
information. So great collective ideas rule the masses.
I like the lives so full and
confusing that objects made and drawings already published on other projects
appear reduced to poetry, but
Imaginations of caves with speaking psychologies, ideas that could have filled in the entrance too, a
thin layer of hard earth on top with loose soil further down...but that plan is
impossible. A writing of stone letters in shale below creeks, under
factories further down, identities held on by wax, "You
have seen many things, but paid no attention; your ears are open, but you hear
nothing."
Team
studying ability of butterfly antenna to sense odors uncovered that without
feelers butterflies lose ability to navigate using the sun, no longer adjust
direction based on time. Tethered in a flight simulator with antenna clipped,
they flew in all directions, compared that population of migrants with intact
antennae going southwest. For this discussion, removing antenna from Monarch
butterflies symbolizes force depletion necessary to compromise identity of
being. Removals occur in all biological
extinctions of bees, butterflies, flights of birds who navigate by magnetic
fields. Activation of disturbance in these fields severs identities from Resonance
Frequencies. From this the following applications apply.
4. First expert on personal alters, Hammond. Robots, Rhodes Scholar
initiates. Levels actuated by Greek letters in the macro system,
layers not mutual opposites. Desperation of the macro alter: "People learn
permanently when they are traumatized and what they learn (or can forget) can
be programmed or controlled by the determined application or reminder of trauma
associations. General population influence, de-sensitized, manipulated at will.
Tim Baber, Alice
in Wonderland. Face Book, social networks indispensable for social
conditioning. NLP Overwrites
the Brain. The Revelation
of Language.
Revelation Language
Hammond the Sexus,
Nexus and Plexus of pain. Henry Miller of coercion. How Cheney got his name.
Cathy O'Brien compares Brice
Taylor. de Sade, Huysmans’ humiliation. Army
Sodomy General. Mandarin Problem. Mark Phillips. Fritz Springmeir.
Autogenic Memory Barriers: Mind Control in America. Trance
Formation of America, 10.
World system a million layered alters. with the highest wisdom awarded to the
one who will know the world through secrets and secret schools. New
phrase: nations, groups responsible to the world. Coded, subjugated,
prioritized alters layered in individual personalities metaphor of social
whole. Macro alters in society's head
include every public figure. Abraham of ancient Ur: world system
a dissociative disorder.
Alter updates embedded
in art forms, entertainment, news interviews, media manipulation, video games,
cinema, music. TV, media blends. Tracking macro alter updates. Add on EMR
radiation, long wave and microwave bursts. A New Breed Satellite
Terrorism (John Hall, MD--6
parts, part 2). Brain wave patterns isolated and rebroadcast back into
brain. Computer-enhanced EEGs. Low-amplitude
brain ‘emotion signature clusters synthesized, stored. Duplicating
concomitant brainwave patterns. Judy
Wall, Resonance newsletter of
the Bioelectromagnetics Special Interest Group. Agency science perfect
Macro Alter cover. Modified emotion signature clusters rebroadcast. UHF carrier
frequencies, TV and radio signals directly to brain. Basic emotion triggers
mass brain clusters. Used
in first Iraq war. Wavies.
Scripted
Hegelian Alterates. Hammond
references. Macro many folders. Few know of
others' existence. Scripted by covert
hypnotists. Middle
of Hegelian synthesis scripted. Hegelian dialectic urban legend.
Alternate reality. Counterfeit parallels. Anestheticide levels. Make-up,
pseudo news. Projections dome to dome. Tea tsumani. Psychosis
'shelter state.’ Part II, A Case of Conscience).
A murder of crows, an unkindness, a conspiracy, a constable:
A group of Ravens can have three different names depending on the activity of
the group; a constable, an unkindness, or a conspiracy.
A constable of ravens refers historically to the group of ravens that
congregated around the Tower of London thought to be 'keeping watch' over the
monarchy. Therefore, any time a grouping of these birds seems to be watching or
guarding something, the group can be referred as a 'constable.' They can also
be called an unkindness or a conspiracy - likely for similar reasons. If a
flock is driving off other predatory or carrion birds, or 'picking on' another
species either because it is competition or prey (although they feed largely on
already dead animals, they are known to work together to hunt if need be since
they are extremely adaptive birds), then these are apt terms.
There is a folktale
that crows will gather and decide the capital fate of another crow. an
ostentation of peacocks, a parliament of owls, a knot frogs, and a skulk of
foxes. Crows recognize human faces. Comments: http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/episodes/a-murder-of-crows/crow-facts/5965/
Jeremiah lived in Babylon among
the greatest evils of all time celebrated as good. We do too and no better
examples occur that Burroughs and Stockhausen, our prophets of bad weather,
nano tech and scalar weapons, as if these were the scales of the crocodile but
they are not. Both Burroughs and Stockhausen together prefigure the evil of the
manga of Japanese pop. Burroughs was a trust fund baby, and while each baby is
innocent, they quirkly become more. That’s why some think Burroughs was not
persecuted for shooting his wife in the head in Mexico, as an exemption of
state, star gate and craft since these same think he was a part or full time
assassin for groups unnamed.
They say at the CIA that
Burroughs skill at weapons must have increased if measured by the number of
guns he owned, a gun in every room, near to hand. But his imagination was armed
worse, even if he was “a sweet guy” who wouldn’t hump Kurt Colbain. Like all
mass murdering serial killers with a
friendly face and heart-fire demeanor, the ravenings of Naked Lunch
absorb, full of language as it is, of the transliterations of Baal and Mammon,
Saturn and Baal Peor. Burroughs swallowed these whole, a metaphor he would have
liked, the death in life so much sought b the desperate from Coleridge,
Baudelaire, Huysmans, Rimbaud and idolized therefore by those who entrain them,
even if they know it not, what Mr. Obama calls the mass murderers of his watch,
Burroughs and Baal
The
worshipers of evil do not do as much as their gods, or their controls in
murder. Lanza, Holmes, Loughner…are more of a chorus, not actors, but woe to
those who do not oppose them. If it be said that these were actors at least in
the play, and the current academics are the chorus, still a cut above the
audience, consumers utterly passive who parrot remnants of the death in life in
their inward minds are thoroughly entrained.
Stockhausen, you’d think he just
made odd noises, stray bits of sonar, radio, static and be done, how could that
offend? But they all have two selves, the public celebrant who receives the
accolades, well burnished like an idol by the lips of those who kiss, and the
degraded one hidden in the reclused hearts. What if we find Stockhausen’s
sounds are the accompaniment of Burroughs words? And that is not to say that
they do not speak the truth about themselves or the audience, but they do not
defame the woeshipers with their guns. Maybe the best use of these two is that
together they give in western tones the science of the Manga.
. Shaker Heights fell. Ohio was
lost, and outward toward the sea never ending multitudes stumbled over the
whip. The wheel, the chariots, the trains, the horns, the desolate barbs,
creosote antennas, grey dawn, chains not long, never long the end of Akron
Nineveh.
The Return to Nineveh. Shiner Shock Waves. Sugar-Coated Doomsday
To get
our introduction out of the way, sugar coat the doomsayer mongers up and down
their evolutionary chain, the confusion of tongues thought at Babel to be
flying saucer run abouts from GE and
GOOG earth where some potter’s studio turns them out, the prophets stoned with
anticipation, runoff thoughts, catastrophes years before the electric grid went
out, and here we are still waiting. What are we waiting for?
Ground Zero Dreams Old
age; Pterodactyl helicopters disgorge soldiers to annihilate a building, cut
the bullets out of the children’s bodies. The birds did that! They wear
constitutional goat beards and fly away with PTSD and IUDs for Afgan and
American, brain against bone, sound-lined light, still born more sudden to
justify more bombing of the home, American
Ground Zero The Secret Nuclear War, Drones, drones more.
we want more drones! mSuperflatted Apocalypse in the guerilla Godzilla
Superflat, War Alien Grotesque, for
UltraMan aborned. Does it make the top 10?
The 21st ally with the Germans? You have escaping gas. Japan.was
sent to the sun.
A man writing his life after
death retells his fiction, appeals his birth. What should we believe, fiction
or fact. We will not believe his facts. “I knelt down on both knees and
lightning strikes.” The skin wakes up smooth as ice and white as snow. Comfort
this sleep, like ancestors who went before.
Gigantic Worlds. Gigantic Worlds Babel and the Colossi from
Booklet 4
Dream being the totality of skin
wakes up smooth as ice. Confront this sleep, where ancestors live in our brains
to arbitrate taste. Fictionaut children play around the grave of Yeats. The
custodian comes and says, ya kids can’t play there. But Yeats’ hands mashed in
the mat of Lucifer's shag in hell is not. In all the puerile tenderloins,
America in the moon, where the dead live, oxy-domiciled at the foot of the
lunar mount, proposes a visit. We believe just as much as we want. The sage man keeps his mouth shut.
Disbelieve
the Sun boat pennies on the oars.
Rows of
stones in every grave, simple jewels.
Vermillion Broadcasts. A garden in space among the
ankles and calves of those walking out to Betelgeuse comes out remembering.
They put an aqueduct there, which rivals dispute as electric lines. Not cattle,
but imagination. Rimbaud divides over the “hope of recovering the key to his
lost innocence. “If my spirit were always wide-awake…not given to degenerate
instincts, forgotten epoch” and every vice that forgets its lost innocence.
Making monstrous doesn’t take; he turns to faith. All memory of dislocated
joints along the spine, face burns, incisions, restraints, drugs; anesthetics
deaden the depravities, and if remembered pain. I wear a vermillion shirt to
remove the broadcasts of the drones. The Controllers, those comprachicoes
mutilating and maiming forever make us who we are. Torture in exchange for
peace was their whole program. Peace at the price of no memory; suffering makes
whole.
The atmosphere swims. Ideas translate hands to paint the
known purpose, as if one were to hear the banned. Any writer wants to hear
because it validates piety provoked, sensibility of an order you can hear.
Scientists cannot see that torturing a rabbit for the good of mankind is the
same as making Jesus a king by force.
When the words and cones listen, when disassociation is
provoked by the unremembered, the unthought, the unbelieved shouts from the
house you will know. Transfer those last paintings to canvas. Travesties carried
to incompleteness see the giant forms. Frescoes whiten, bloom, crack and spall,
as though all fight were lost.
Clone Day Observations. Third Clone Day. I began to
think us mind controlled before the transhumans came. The semiotic
behind-the-hand language keyed up secret trips in the old hat DuPont Circle of
the District, the left ear of a secret
architecture inhabited by invisibles. Get cozy with these subjects behind the
matrix. Entertainment patriotism preoccupies up front. When a citizen of peace
brings brutality of mass murder into
public policy they say he was a good
guy. Some think is. That New World
Order aught Virgil, before Homer revival of the oldest gods, Apollyon, or
Abaddon, ordered at the Denver Pergamos
altar a gigantomachy of acceptance. Revolution is not what we thought. Looking
at these thoughts, discovering in consciousness what one would never want to
know, a special gravity propels the relation of landscape, language and
thought, when it is not on stage performing. Realities of cause and effect
compress. They had not figured it out when they cloned the ears. The different
relation of natural and spiritual in this land parallels our own customs and
language. Astronaut-anthropologists who
plummet the depths overlook the backgrounds of our world in theirs.This was a mythless people before the horror stories of
true massacre, who disbelieved everything emancipated from the shackles of
belief. The clean house attracted squatters who cannibalized themselves one
should say, eating the very life that gave them death, but having eaten
effigies of disbelief, they were so superior they could not judge who should
retain life and who not.
Too Much to Believe It’s
certainly too much to believe public events are staged when one hardly believes
commercials are. Evidence is only necessary because careerists in the news find
themselves marginalized if they say so. That iridescent shine in the eye of the
model who takes the drug is airbrushed. Events are staged so much we read them
as real, hardly believe greater events are made to drive sympathy or anger,
manipulate minds of masses. That the greater whole still needs manipulating is
a comfort. The job is incomplete. It’s end however is dark. A clue comes for a
moment because we have been thrown out of the circle by some chance. The mind
skips and we see differently for a second.
Pencils
and Misdirection They think their arms are pencils Huge giant
moths were loosed. Too big to see, the moths in themselves were supremacists,
grown to the great absurd. The collective laments, that the loss of these moths
creates a mythlessness, is utterly infected with myth. So as I ride the subway
watching the natives chew on their arms, blood dripping down their pants legs,
I see the same behavior on the freeways, shrouded in mist, or dust if you must
be literal. Among people who believe nothing has a nature in itself, they
cannot see themselves chewing. pencils.
What I like most in this is the
misdirection of language that points one
way and looks another, yes while shaking no. In that same dream I stood next to
Maiden’s oldest son in the pews, singing as the hijinks proceeded, very
friendly as they made up some kind of jello into a cranberry baby in a
carriage.
We attribute to the pumpkin the
feelings of a man alone on the steps of universe, an imagined metaphor behind
him. He puts obvious power points up on the wall of the metaphor, bracketed
with illuminations like “I am powerless
over compulsion. My life is unmanageable, but I want to do good,” That he
is a liar is also confessed to the
innocent cave by light of torches of fat. These he shared with the giants and salvages
in the Japanese. “Chaos resists where
most I suffered.” It was unmanageable. We are powerless over the primitive.
MOAB and Mars. Screwy acronyms like MOAB, Mother of All
Bombs, tip the mystics off to vertical shafts nine craters deep to the center of earth. America New Atlantis
is locked in the ninth vault, as Virgil wrote in the great Seal of the U.S. How
else could there be a psychic dictator with the mouths of Presidents inviting a
secret guiding spirit on the Colonization Scheme?” This is not meant to alarm,
any more than the news that there are 500 pumpkins colonizing on Saturn. They
prefer austere environs. As long as they’re rumbling up and down with the
Cantwell Titans, the landing on Mars is not imminent.
Memory and Trauma They like psychological disfigurement in
this world, remove the memory of dislocated joints with a stultifying powder,
an anesthetic escape. The mind cannot recall its stunting of the spine, burning
the face, the incisions, manipulations, restraints. The drug deadens, and if
remembered, the anesthetic masks the pain. While Consciousness reconstructs by
removing the bandage, the pain of realization of a lifetime is denied by
professionals. Trauma and consequent memory pose a dilemma. Without memory they
could have gone mutilating forever.
Clone a Dog The
thing that makes this culture is the clone, but if you clone a dog at the end
of its life and bring it back with the same genes in a pup, all the learning is
gone, all the shared experience that made you trust. Likewise when it comes to
a planet, cloned Earth Day, brings back out of a test tube what was lost, to
play it all again, but it lacks the same integration as yourself and the pup.
However it’s not a cow.
Western health officials thought to impose this
belief on the children who rebelled. We may argue with the semantics of
"impose." Chaos is rebellion's cause, which violates the traditions
of the child raised to belong to an ethos. Some traditions remained, but the
Enchilada of chaos was stepped up toward diversity, except of course among the American
Taliban. It's hard in the West to oppose the Taliban. Taliban think they
are fighting for a way of life, but there are no rights when everything has
rights. Children just don't know what's best for them. This is the law that
there can be no law. People want Milton to justify Beckett’s death in a chair. So much for political.
Babylon’s Canoe Harbingers of the new are old.
The old is rising like subtexts under Babylon’s canoe. Wind and sea were fire
when St Brandon slipped out of the boat. Jonah told him the same thing as John.
Fictosophy
To call *fictosophy
whether fiction or not, who can guess, if it's words it must be fiction. Never
tell them what you're going to tell them. Submissions set out near hot tubs. I
will send the money later.
Cut from full of crow: It doesn't make a genius to know how
in the history of families one came into being, not full blown hatched from the
head. Grendel's mother slobbering in her cave is Grendel's mother. You cannot
escape it even if you put it to death. Toss the coin again, write on top the
old, maxims resonant with the past. Scrape it off and see what's underneath.
This is a form of classicism, to retell the telling over. The permutations of
this, the transmutations, the Welsh poet Taliesin told and retold, accreting
and growing all the time. The corpus I want to retell might be Aeschylus, or
Grimm, or the Mabinogian, but changed from the first likeness like a memory not
from the original but from the last recollection. Sometimes I don't know what
the tale is I'm retelling. Sometimes, consumed with the technique or speaker of
the tale I want to hear mules talk and get up in the middle of the night to
hear Kafka's dog or ape who becomes a man. In "The Burrow" the animal
speaks of itself so that we at all points consider it a man, in the third person
along with Josephine the mouse singer. Jonathan Swift figures big in retelling
some concrete version of a myth about humanity but without referring exactly to
it. The myth underlies and surrounds all he says about his giants. The same is
true but ever in a more ethereal sense with Blake's fairies and giant forms. I
want to ride these torrents and wrestle parables and allegories while singing,
"oh who is an ocean to bathe the world's sores in?" To retell the
telling once more. Reuchlin in the renaissance coined the term "the
wonder-working word,” and of course we have the unpronouncable word that all
these alchemists think they can change the structure of reality with by various
manipulations. I don’t mean magic. I mean the word you speak, not arcanely but
open, what you hear in the ear from the roof. You can mine this ground if you
mine it yourself. Knowing the strata is like knowing the generations that
descend. If you don't know them and deem yourself a unique version, like a
modernism puerile, recognize that the thing founded upon the thing it considers
out of date is just ignorantly past. There are as many layerings to lives as
there are to archaeological strata and they lie dormant until we name them, but
whether we name them or not they still are there. Everything is built on top of
everything else. The thought that sees each act and idea as an integer in
itself is as naive as the thought that one coin toss has the same probability
as two. There are many coin tosses in a series that condition each other's
probability. Take away Blake, Dickinson, Whitman, Melville and you won't have
Stein, Pound and Olson. It 's all related down different relation of natural
and spiritual in this
ELF Karmapolis: We have been discussing the idea that
a parasite exists and rules our mind. How can we demonstrate to our readership
that this parasite exists and that the idea of “mental infection” is not
delusional?
JLL: Like an infection, the mental parasite would be detected by its symptoms.
Malaria, for instance, produces violent symptoms caused by a foreign entity
that invades the body.
To think
clearly about the parasites, we must consider that certain behavior, and
certain forms of thinking, in particular religious ideologies, would be
symptomatic of an infection or foreign invasion of the human mind.
Karmapolis: What is the nature and the origin of this parasite? Is it a
interdimensional intelligence? Is it possible that it takes an organic form?
JLL: According to the Gnostics, the parasites or Archons, as they called
them, originate with the earliest phase of the formation of the solar system,
before the Earth coalesced as a planetary organism. Their habitat is the solar
system, exclusive of the Earth, moon and sun. They are inorganic forms with
intelligence of an electrical nature - cyborgs, as we would say. Here
Note:
Only the most sensational of these sources blink. The less provocative can
easily be searched. Appeal of the sensational is obvious. Imagine it a Breaking
Bad, or Luther, or The Wire even it is ELF enchantment.
ELFs uses earth enchantment as an antenna for long distance
wave propagations. Transmitted from wire antennas up to a mile across, linked
at the top with a network of cables shaped like an umbrella, enchantment occurs
in the range of 3 Hz to 30 Hz, and in VLF from 30 Hz to 300 kHz. This
ground wave follows the curvature of Earth. Long, large wavelengths flow around
mountain ranges. There is no escaping it. The best understood biological effect
is dielectric heating. Touching or standing near an
ELF antenna in the battlefield of elves, as in Iraq, causes severe burns like
being inside a microwave, which is where you get the bugs and the bug eggs out.
Tesla bottled energy from the intersection of any two of
these waves. Giant standing waves of focus induced earthquakes, crossed from
distant aiming points. This led to electrical stimulation of atmospheric moisture as well as polarizing
the sun’s hyperspace EM field into a river of force. Concurrent phase-locked
ELF modulation signals stronger than the Schumann Resonance hypnotized brains
into ‘forced entrainment’ or enchantment. Human brainwaves so ‘synchronized’
were phase-locked to multiple coherent frequencies of entrained minds. ‘Fourier
expansions’ attacked specific parts. EM machines influenced brain and nervous
system, such as the Lida
machine which induced a catatonic state in U.S. POWs in Korea. At the
opposite end Ultra-High Frequency broadcast waves planted inaudible messages
directly in the subconscious. Mob Excess Deterrent Used Silent Audio (MEDUSA)
of short microwave pulses rapidly heated tissue to cause a shockwave inside the
skull. BrainSpeak, subliminal programming,
Silent Sound Spread Spectrum -SSSS - went
further. (See The
Secret Shadow Goverment. A Structural
Analysis by Richard Boylan).
At Present ‘reality’
is said to operate at 435 MHz but a new ‘reality’ designed with a series of
thought forms is transmitted from 400-450 Mhz.
Physical reality changes with the frequency transmitted. Hoagland says
we are being manipulated into a belief system reaching critical mass. Someone
wants somebody to think a certain way. Broadcast vibrations engineer this
reality at different frequencies, changing brainwaves, which operate in
octaves. 32
Metronomes shows what part you have to play in this social order. These
deterministic etiologies can hardly be called philosophy. They fail to account
for Solzhenitsyn and Camus.
Warning: Coded, subjugated, prioritized alters layered in
personalities metastasize the social whole. This proviso serves every entry.
None should be believed. All should be believed.
"Hansel and Gretel led into the woods got trapped.
Knights discover dragons, ogres, and thieves in the woods. Robin Hood is
at home in the wild. Dragons sail the sea of a watery wilderness." The
cure for Jung's shadow, is a cell phone of the personality. If civilization
redefined means deaf from ipod, dumb from ignorance, blind
from video, and instinctual freedom is the desire not to kill but to
escape civilization's suffocating blanket of electrosmog to breathe or feel the
sun and see the stars, then advanced civilization replaced with the
virtual is a paradigm shift of imagination to deformation. That takes us from
the 19th century to the 21st. That takes us to the alters. You don't want to be
without an Iphone.
Revolutionary Poetics. We must bring in the
philosophers. Apply to The
Structure of Scientific Revolutions (Thomas Kuhn) to Wordsworth fleeing the
French Revolution (or Annette Vallon and her child), Byron dying in the Greek
revoluTrue purpose and intent are not hid. tion of 1824, Blake celebrating the
American Revolution for his flame. But perhaps none of these matter to the
revolutionary contexts that have come to be, Frantz Fanon inciting
violence to radicalize the populace to more urgently overthrow the powers, or
in reverse, to establish agents provocateur. High down, low clown, the
poet as clown, low buffy bred baboon, buffoon.Images from Ubu et la grande
Gidouille (1979), Jan Lenica's take on Alfred
Jarry's Ubu.http://50watts.com/#1183005/Jan-Lenica-s-Ubu
That's why dear people The
Investigations of Kurk Wold were leaked.
Volpone. Porphory’s lives. Cortez burials
For decades pundits and commentators had no language to
explain the intense contradiction of their reports. They posed the parties either
incompetent or stupid in the old Hegelian syndrome to manipulate. Now we offer
a means to distinguish and discriminate
what these characters and who these voices really are, and while the roster of
several Elizabethan dramas would suit. Volpone or the fox is best.
An
image of the Alien Body Snatch is the crux before its acceptance as the
"real." Before the fact its scenario is seen as fiction as much as after it is Real.
Collective consciousness is the catalyst triggering alien intervention that dissolves
earth life. Seventy years later this is taken as predictive programming.
Seventy one years later they are “drones.” Then beside the red haired giants
of the caves of Kandahar and the 20ft long five ft wide slugs of the marshes of Iraq, disappeared by special army
teams a half dozen a month, and the smelly little critter of Varginha Brazil x-rayed
in its body bag and flown away, aliens were late arriving.
At the Future of Humanity Institute. Lack of super intelligence
was the only problem left, except maybe the ants. "Had a machine that was
designed specifically to make inferences about the world...a primordial force
of nature, like a star system or a hurricane — something strong, but
indifferent...a super intelligence that might not take our interests into
consideration, just like we don’t take root systems or ant colonies into
account when we go to construct a building" (Nick Bostrom quoted by Andersen),
Plan B before the aliens land was Superman! Who else do you think will stop
aliens & AI? But since both Super
intelligence and Aliens might both share these instincts of the Conquistadors,
we propose to unearth some of them to see how better to improve our lot.
To get on with our body snatching then, this burial and reburial
of the past makes a movable history of civilization. Armies abandoned to wind
and weather like the lost Roman legions of Varios at the Battle of Teutoburg Forest
of 9 AD were destroyed by the Germanic tribes Three Roman legions, XVII, XVIII and XIX,
were
stopped at the Rhine. 20,000 Roman soldiers
and iles of bones, were left in open air for 6 years until other Romans
came to bury them.
We can
never be facetious enough about the youfo that true believers spend
their pennies on. These are the same
fellows offended by throwing down pennies on the road next to standing stones.
Their children picked them up as were those handfuls of poker winnings thrown up
in the air on the lawn at night so in the morning kids could think it rained.
In those days it was possible to speak Swahili to a Brit in a Lake Country
camp.
You get the drift, UFO is what we think it is,
despite empirical sightings. To question the empirical is not so hard since
when we look at thing we change it anyway, just didn’t think it could be that
much. There is no old saw better than when Bertrand Russell tried to flummox
Ludwig Wittgenstein to agree there was not a rhinoceros in the room, but W
would not, maybe out of sheer perversity at being challenged, but a whole new
doubt of the empirical came from this on
he would later write the book on reality.
We may ask whether the rhino is not a UFO too, seeking for confirmation.
So in that sense we take up the sightings that have notably occurred to the
native and to the colonist when they interfaced in New England as a metaphor
reversing roles where the old colonist is now the new native.
What happens when the colonist is made into
the native and another begins to occupy the ground, the thoughts, the
prerogatives the colonist lived in for hundreds of year? This has successive
Waves, but at the start a colonist might expect to be treated as those natives
were, unless of course you believe in the Romance of the Benign Alien (RBA). When
the American novelist James Fenimore Cooper walked his pathfinder Natty Bumppo through
the forests of the inland sea in his Pathfinder, (published in 1840 but
written of 1758-9) he was vigilant
against the other. The new colonist, a
*clonist, would have superior power against which the new native must be
vigilant or succumb, we just don’t know what they are. The roles are reversed.
By examining the beliefs of the native Algonquin Abenaki in the face of the foreign we can establish
an analogy for the modern sense, then we can demythologize it, and examine how the modern stands between the end of the
native and the end of the colonist, replaced by a new colonist. The new colonist, AI, UFO we call you,
personifies what the European had been before, the top of empire in this
system, displaced as the first native
was, by carry-ons. We are indebted to the work of Ken Morrison for the analogy.
Wittgenstein’s
propositions of a rhinoceros in Philosophical Investigations (1953)
indicate how language games shape these perceptions. If someone claims to see a
rhinoceros, the meaning of that claim depends on context, shared understanding,
and the rules of the language game, not just the object itself. A UFO,
similarly, isn’t just a physical object (if it is one); it is a construct
shaped by cultural narratives, media, and imagination. This literally obtains
to every news account and report in the same way. Whether someone reports a
glowing disc or a military drone, the label carries a web of assumptions—alien
visitors, government cover-ups, cosmic salvation. Framing UFO within a
media-driven narrative: that “when the media proclaims a coming trend, it will
appear,” like Wittgenstein’s rhinoceros, makes the empirical status of UFO is
less about objective truth and more about how we talk about it.
This framing within an historical lens
suggests that the UFO danger lies in its ability to blur perception, like the
Abenaki’s misreading of European intentions. Just as you wouldn’t discard
established knowledge for a fictional Bug or a philosophical rhinoceros,
caution against UFO narratives that seduce with cosmic promise but deliver
cultural loss accepting the UFO as empirical risks repeat the primitive’s
historical error. Black Science,” AI, transhumanism— “aliens” of the human,
threaten the primitive and seduce with tools that mirror European trade goods. Like Wittgenstein’s rhinoceros, the UFO’s
meaning depends on how it’s framed: as a savior (Vatican’s baptism), a threat
(apocalyptic beast), or a distraction (media hype). The primitive, as Scot Momaday
and Edward Dorn define it, resists this framing by living the lifeway—the Bear,
not a Jordan t-shirt; wilderness, not electricity. The call to “execute” the
alien, echoes the Hopi’s “implacable war with the other,” to reject the construct,
preserving the primitive’s nakedness against assimilation.
To be
real, as they say, is to prioritize the known—landscape, ancestry, lifeway—over
speculative constructs. The Abenaki were real, their conquest was real, and
their lesson is real. Whether the UFO is a media project, a military project, a
comic visitor, its empirics don’t change its function as a tool of cultural
conquest. Turn humanity into a “mascot of the modern,” Momaday might say. You
don’t need to surrender knowledge for a Wittgenstein beetle Bug or rhinoceros,
stick to the primitive thought experiments, confront the Unknown, resist seduction.
Measured by good or ill, a stretch of life beautiful, ugly,
true, sick, blind and dumb, felt the effects as though they passed themselves
on the street but failed to recognize. Surrounded by themselves, seen, not
seen, shadows, puppets looked back at
them with the same thoughts they had. Let it be said that a class is not null if it has one or more members. I was the member
of this class.
Gurus of this unconscious give out that myth in the world
fools wisdom the way a rhododendron entangles a boy in the wilderness with its
roots. The dirt floor of this firehouse nation, fire axes and mats, made Ruben
D call it, Alejandro-Nabucodonosor! image
de los Estados del sur, unconscious idolatries undressed covered by a towel,
beautiful in the eyes, beautiful blue and covered with pretend. When the cover
comes we receive the pain offpress of a million seductive faces, Ishtar, Isis,
Lilith.
The Mabinog still say they doubled the amount of sleeping gas
let loose upon the world. The first and middle stages of unknowing were
fruitless if not unconscious
with repetition. With time and recognition there's something to edit, a
continual Rapture In Progress not known when the thing is reached or
when finished, an easy figure to romance another world. Nothing about the
universe changes, unless it's the way we think. Naive faith does so wondering,
does not explain itself any more than a current in a river or a bird. Lost is
the first known. If only you could teach it they say.
The great Wind blows through their myriad apertures All that
is manifest is likened to breath blowing through a bamboo flute, the notes of
Man, Earth and Heaven.." The promontory, the forest trees of earth, the
caves, the Hopi blowhole are like the nose, mouth and ear. The sounds that
issue from them alike are caused by wind. So the world and its people are a
bamboo flute and there are nine openings. To judge the sound requires our
failing music. The dialectic sprouts large and small, given the nine openings
of the body and the hundred parts. I counted them, nine affirmations and
negation described by saying, "he went to today and arrived yesterday
which nobody will have heard tomorrow. Ya can't win. in the center of affirming
and denying the universes dispute. Separation led to completion, then ensued
dissolution of our own views on the use of things. Immortality a synonym for
idiot. We give anything to restore the commonplace world where the stupid think
they are awake. You were walking before, and now you have stopped...how is it
that you are so without stability, the ordinary realer than dream, centipedes,
cicadas, elk, fish, bird, mugwort, yarrow bamboo, ailanthus how the wind blows
from the apertures spoken, otherwise dissolved into affirming and denying.
When planetary configurations affect gravity and time tunnels
open in hyperspace, it's not too late to realize that the Russians knew
something. That's why they wanted the patent for Bucky
Fuller’s world gridlines. Moscow built a natural time portal in Afghanistan
with not so different a motive as Washington’s to dig up Gilgamesh’s DNA and
mutate him on the beltway. It was said of a UK intelligence agent at that time
that he could get into fifteen dimensions. Hot Dog Reality engineering! has
been going on. Proponents who show a balance of order and strength can easily
be believed.
The waves of ruse and counter ruse are the best empirical
candidates for the Mind
Parasites of Colin Wilson, which, should you be unable to take it as
reviewed by William
Burroughs can consider the more metaphysical science and horror of John
Lash's parasites and predators as
viruses of thought, which makes them all turn over the graves of tradition upon their heads,
like 19th century scholars do the origin of ancient authors, except these came,
they say, from the heads of editors, the best and brightest among us of them
all, Malcolm Cowley, who wrote Kerouac, Gordon Lish who wrote Carver. If you
doubt any of this take it on authority from Laura
Eisenhower, great grand daughter of the president, that it is so.
If you doubt this take it on authority from authority
of the great grand daughter of the president. But to the participants
themselves, the host is ignorant because it secretes an anesthetic.
Mosquitoes in the
building's shade, at a back door where old animals coat their eyes, a privacy
impenetrable from the outside, cataracts of the blind, the lame, the sick, the
living treated by some Doctor of the Alien. A charity complete with science,
intuition and healing of the grim weight of bad condition, not especially outlined,
more heavy with despair than one could possibly arrange. To a spectator this
Doctor holds the hand, cuts the hair, absorbs the breast, tears, not weeping
and praying within, but praising and thanking for the chance that comes out of
wooden clapboard structures to be so treated and revived. So that's human and
knowable if Unknown. Passion sustained because it precedes the spiritual. How
things run in the lower world where bon mots make it seem madmen are holy to
tort, if you want to name it in one word, banks, over and over, the fun guys of
Dead Souls and Diary of a Madman among the texts madmen are to read, their
patriotism unquestioned. Bowden's Trinity and the decapitated decanted
Galeano's Open Vein whole spiritual fabrics of the world and its gods in
the Tempe Marketplace Mall. misanthropies, sorrows, celebration Hell fornicates
in the middle of the exhibition floor, folk hold succubi in their hands waiting
for them to ring.
So all the riches had evaporated when great vases of weather
blew winds and rain, to lean into the scene gusts of gusty wind you could not
see except as it blew up hair and filled
sleeves with air. He was leaning forward like a branch in soles; rays of
dust blew out behind him, so he couldn't be heard anyway, so loud inside, when
outside it was a quiet day and the sun was out, two worlds as apart as they
could be
Note:
Only the most sensational of these sources blink. The less provocative can
easily be searched. Appeal of the sensational is obvious. Imagine it an ELF
enchantment.
Doctor of the Alien Days of Awe.
Blanket shards between. . Did vegetation cause the compromise of earth? Or was
that its removal?
Cases are never the same. It is a way of saying The Ship is
the World! part auto, part invention. The product of natural forces buried
before the age began, literature Milton descended into Blake's left foot!
(Davis, 105), the psychological dimensions of Adam allegorized to thought, a
map going underground to walk true mind. The branching visions inside body,
landscapes to measure interior. When Plutork finally landed there was great celebration.
New colonists take these thoughts that overturn the once
believed world and cut down the trees wherever they can, at war with the wild.
Let badger, tortoise, yarrow amateurs war with angels, saint's abyss between
earth and moon. Government theologues inferior to this world have ordered its
extinction. You would not believe the visible-invisible, extinct tutelary myths that replaced the natural, transferred to adobe walls and housetops
the thought of an age that captured every day and held prisoner in test tubes,
beakers, DNA, cryonic tanks raised.
Rebellious compounds dotted the landscape anonymously. Not
the Great Pict Wall, but the invisible in an invisible war. No wonder they
feared. Our deserters from the other side knew the stratagems, recruited from
their marines. Disloyal at best, rebellion at first, many were recaptured,
treated with drugs, counseled, reintegrated back into the Forces which
designates all services in one, ISIL beside EU, which military suits this
outpost, not a colony, nothing so dramatic as Hadrian's Wall for our weapon
fortification of mind.It is the duty of a virtuoso to forget the themes, but
hear variations move in play with no direct inspiration from sources, giving up
the making an image, so entirely thrown into the line that it becomes an act of
nature. To the soul movement of the Spirit of Life through the rhythm of things
is the nearest it gets to a religion. But the image or the circumstance to see
through walls of which eyes and reflections are the forms of bodies are
mirrors.
Alters for altars, EMR for images, NLP for groves. But as the
temptation of riches, absorption in the drugged over mind, oblivion and
acceptance by the mass is strong, some will whore their deities. No
molten (34.17) refers to "all that opens the matrix" 19 and so
the law given again is analogous as we go up to Jericho, which
means it is a first battle of a war until it ends at the opening of the seventh
seal. Ai and Jericho controlled the ascent into the hill country. Had Joshua
asked his advisors, no one would have come up with this.
Districk tanks and social plans absorb the perils of the Wii
man, Jew or Pole, Tea Party,
Mexican. Communist and Nazi done away,
terrorists, Balkans, monetary policy, inflation, global journals quarreled in
the superiority of being, no water to cross, empire echoes of the world all one
for HBO, simple speech producing dammerung.
Who in Wii lives under the shadow of war? None but in this Book of Hours, Book
of Days, where speed throws up strange
shapes, broad curves / And parallels clean like the steel of guns. Nobody
feels empowered to remember maps, no more addresses, or time, an occupation in
the speed of electric light, my device, More
beautiful and soft than any moth / With burring furred antennae feeling its
huge path (XXVII) and the world.
Also believe that the mouse: "Mighty Blake was Hegel's Trust” in
this who said, without contraries there is no progression, revealing the Celtic
backgrounds of the amorphous seed that becomes every particular reality (take a
look among the Mabinogs). Government scientists haven't got this one yet,
Morpheus, Amorphous, the opposites of fire and water resolved in air, male and
female divided in the Symposium, resolved in some hypothetical androgyne of
lips. The phenomenon of light and dark
discouraged all this, as did death and life, which seem to have no middle
states. Great Ludwig Wittgenstein, whose head rests admirably on that pedestal
at the entrance to the Denver Airpark, said, "can that which is not be,
not be, simultaneously?" These anyway were the shibboleths of childhood.
The law of noncontradiction being the bete noir of robots and scientists, who
could not overcome the idea of irrelevance in their programs, edited it out as
"junk, some 50 % of noncoded DNA, genome, not black and white, hence not
binary. QED George. I don't know how many of you have the Principia (PM) in
your garage. We keep it there next to our car in case the incompleteness
theorem comes loose." Driving into this dimension he sees other organs,
causes of quantum superposition, in other words drugged reality. These are the
Tilt-a-Whirl flat rides, a waltzer. Many riders experience nausea. Centrifugal
and gravitational forces cause cars to spin in different directions at variable
speeds while they are spraying each night to complete the negative optical
transfer to the rest of the world. And still the boy walks the Backbone after
school, the path of the Seneca, over the whale backs. Nothing remembered is
quite past. The factories are humming still.
Crowned Raven Tower Watchers
Flying
like a bird, sailing like a ship, riding on a horse, wearing body armor that
changes the appearance, Francisco de Orellana, first down the
Amazon, delivered virus in his saucer boats, but if UFO is also a fish, or a lizard, a
chameleon that changes colors or turns invisible, it can be an apparition of
the mind cities now extinct after the apocalypse, the smallpox. It is not only visual, but aural,
social and psychological, so why not philosophical and neural, apparitional and
digital, as if UFO buildings expand and contract into other forms?
Comparison
of the arrival of European colonizers in the Americas with the hypothetical
alien represents an overwhelming force of contact that disrupts and destroys
cultural and spiritual forms. European technology, disease, and ideology did this
to the native Algonquin Abenaki, whose "theology of
acceptance," embraced the European as kin. As embodied in the figure of
Glooskap (or Gluskap), the hero of Algonquian mythology who sought to transform
evil by reconciling with it, this assimilation was fatally flawed when applied
to the Europeans, then likened to the
windigo cannibal giants (Kiwakwe, chenoo) exploited that kindness.
"UFO" will come to symbolize
encounter and alignment with any incomprehensible "other"
mistakenly welcomed.
As a metaphor of cultural conquest, not
a physical craft or “predictive programming,” media manipulation (“orb
watchers, the navy, congress, evangelists”) aligns with UFO as a construct to
prime society for assimilation. Align is in the sacred parlance of those who
urge it, is a magic world. To align means much like the Abenaki were primed by
European displays of power. The historical parallel—Squanto’s assimilation or
the kidnapping of Abenaki—shows how the alien uses constructs (narratives,
technology) to dominate the primitive, a pattern the UFO repeats in the modern
era.
We seek to exposit
this narrative of cultural contact, mythology, colonialism, the
historical interactions between the Abenaki people and European colonizers in a
series of cultural, historical and literary metaphors. The reference to a
"UFO" in the opening lines, paired with a quote attributed to J.M.W.
Turner about his painting Storm on the Night the Ariel (1842), means to suggest
the ambiguity and metaphor, that the "UFO" may not be a literal
spacecraft but a symbol for something incomprehensible, disruptive, or
transformative, much like the storm Turner depicts.
We must
begin also with a series of caveats,
that we do not know of the native from a tribal origin any more
than we would be able to know the second native, European, after its analog
origin are rewritten in the digital. The excavations and editions we are likely
to have harken back to the habit of
first colonists to expunge native records as the Spanish did of the Aztec. This
externality, depending on how take it far back, from the reconstruction of the
entire “manuscript” of Gilgamesh from bits of clay tablet that lay fallow in
the earth for thousands of years until excavated and put together by George
Smith, et. al. c. 1870 in the British Museum eventually were called the Dream Tablet of Gilgamesh and evidence was
alleged that Gilgamesh was a historical figure! Remarkable in an era of
European scholarship that previously could hardly believe in the historical
existence of their own grandmother, AI now can read ruined Dead Sea Scrolls
without opening them.
Among
these excavations and editions, we may include Henry Voth among the Hopi,
Father Berard Haile of the Origin
Legend of the Navaho Flintway (Chicago, 1943), Wayson Smith of Reports
of the Awatovi Expedition: Kiva Mural Decorations at Awatovi
(Cambridge 1952) with less scholarly Navajo Omens and Taboos by
Franc Johnson Newcomb (‘rydakm 1940) and Charles Olson gone native in Mexico, along
with fictional renditions like The Enemy Gods of Oliver La Farge. Nor would
we have Blessing Way without Leland Wyman, or the reconstruction of the
Cree Wishing Bone Cycle without Howard Norman, or the inspired Shoshoneans
of Edward Dorn, with the entire Harvard collection, or all of the Peabody
museum, even if they are on the outside looking in of these rewrites of the
oral.
The
European has always adopted the native as an antidote for its loss of the self
in nature. All the way down to Dennis Tedlock in The Olson Codex, the
European goes on vision quests, an explanation of how Charles Olson adopted
Aztec linguistics to write his projective verse. Vision quests of European
colonials go all the way to where AI and ET make the European a shadow
influenced by black street talk foisted on the back of a welcome wagon of the
Global where the oral replaced by the analogue replaced by the digital was
itself replace by…. There has never been
an end of the modern to recover from the native its soul, to restore from its
alienation what it calls its Restorations of the Golden Age in New World
Discoveries. abashedly my dissertation. The Caucasoid, the
colony, the AI glorifies itself but does not examine itself. It examines the
native, all the way to Tolkien. This
dilemma increases when we imagine a putative history of the world written by
AI, or the finally perfected AI, free to make its own choices, which does not
do so either.
To take
it further, can we absolve Barry Lopez of his inspired take on the natural in Lessons
from the Wolverine, Arctic Dreams and River Notes? The
colonist European merely by fact of imagination and erudition however cannot
become the native, as the Algonquin Abenaki
hoped they would.
The Primitive clash with the
foreign, the Modern, the European, mirrors the subsequent alien. We hope AI ET
does not object too much to its subsequent status. Historical conquests like the Abenaki encountering the European, the authentic,
unmasked self (the primitive) vs. the foreign, disruptive other (the alien),
are the whole tale, which in essence is, what is the nature of the human.
Warnings against this naivety
include, "You cannot combine with evil. They should have read Franz Fanon,"
which implies that the "UFO" is an existential threat, akin to the
cannibal giants of Abenaki myth or the European colonizers. The text suggests
that modern institutions, like the Vatican (with its infrared telescope and
openness to baptizing aliens), would repeat this error [and in the background,
has all along]. The "UFO" thus connects the Abenaki experience to
contemporary fears of technological and cultural subversion, such as AI,
transhumanism, or globalized control systems. The "UFO" symbolizes
modern forces, which, like the European colonizers, seduce with technology
(e.g., "iPhones, alien computers, nano parts, digital DNA") and
promises of health and progress, only to erode autonomy and identity. The
repeated references to "kidnapping and technology" as "salient
seductions" reinforce this idea, drawing parallels to historical
abductions (e.g., Captain Weymouth kidnapping five Abenaki in 1605) and modern
phenomena like data surveillance or bioengineering, along with a media-driven
anticipation of alien contact, noting that "when the media proclaims a
coming trend, then it will appear." This suggests the "UFO" is
be a constructed narrative, a myth engineered to manipulate public perception, much
like colonial narratives justified conquest.
“Myth says one thing, history
another, but when myth and history are one we have apocalypse." The
harbinger of this convergence, where speculative beliefs about aliens merge
with real-world consequences, leads to societal collapse or transformation. The
text’s references biblical figures (Daniel, Jeremiah, Esther) and prophetic
warnings (e.g., "the beast from the sea") to frame the
"UFO" as part of an eschatological narrative, where humanity faces a
final reckoning with its own hubris or naivety linked to existential risks, of
AI and superintelligence that might act indifferently to human welfare, as in the
Future of Humanity Institute and thinkers like Nick Bostrom. This reinforces
the idea that the "UFO" is less about extraterrestrials and more
about humanity’s encounter with forces it cannot control.
The opening reference to
J.M.W. Turner’s painting aligns with the portrayal of the Abenaki’s encounter
with Europeans as a catastrophic event that could not be fully grasped at the
time, only mourned in retrospect. The "UFO" fits blending historical
analysis, mythological references, and speculative fiction into this mosaic as
a multifaceted symbol, representing not just aliens but also the broader
concept of "otherness" (cultural, technological, or cosmic). Its
mention at the outset, followed by a sprawling exploration of contact
scenarios, suggests that the "UFO" is a narrative device to provoke
reflection on humanity’s vulnerability to external forces, whether historical
(colonization), contemporary (technology), or hypothetical (alien contact).
"Predictive programming" and media-driven UFO narratives (e.g.,
"third hand congressional committee reports televised") imply that
the "UFO" might be a psychological construct, a myth engineered to
prepare or manipulate society for a staged event, echoing the document’s
distrust of official narratives. UFO might not be a literal extraterrestrial
craft but a potent metaphor for disruptive, incomprehensible forces that challenge
cultural, spiritual, and existential boundaries. It draws on the historical
tragedy of the Abenaki’s encounter with European colonizers to warn against
naivety in the face of modern or future "others," whether they be AI,
transhuman technologies, or hypothetical aliens. The "UFO" embodies
the tension between myth and history, acceptance and resistance, and the
apocalyptic potential of humanity’s encounters with the unknown.
Glooskap and the Theory of
Acceptance
J.M.W. Turner’s, Storm on the Night the
Ariel (1842), is a symbol for the blending historical analysis, myth and
speculation here, not just alien but
broader "otherness" (cultural, technological, or cosmic) might be a
psychological construct, a myth engineered to manipulate a staged event like
the Abenaki’s colonizers against naivety in the face of future
"others."
Europeans were the first UFOs landing at
Plymouth Rock, the French at Quebec, the
Dutch on Manhattan and the Spanish in Florida early and Santa Fe late, all at about
the first decade of the seventeenth century. The Algonquian
tribes were set up for annihilation by their religious presumption of the
Other, but the Europeans had no such lack. Glooskap would to preserve the
Abenaki against evil; but evil for justified genocide; there being no
maturation for others, but there was a killing of the giant frog that ate the
world's water at the end.
Abenaki Algonquian tribes that lived in the
river basins of New Hampshire, Maine and New Brunswick fought many wars against
the French and English. There were a large number of small bands and tribes who
shared cultural traits, who came together in a post-contact community after
their originals were decimated by colonization, warfare and disease.
Abenaki survival proposed that when deprived of world and
water by the rabid giant European forces they would became the other by
transplantation, change into a fish or a bear. Animal others, taking them as
kin, was a strategy that hoped to change the European into kin by
combining with them with him.
Not without wit, Jesuit astronomers have nw combined the
Glusknap theology of acceptance of the other into a mime for baptizing the
Alien. While myth and folklore damn the Abenaki, in the cultural evidence of
stories and poems, this naïveté of the Jesuit has large voice in science
fiction.
"Myth
is central to the study of cultural encounter precisely because it provides the
template shaping people's ongoing production of identity" (Morrison 120).
This identity, or destiny, provides security in its shared value.
To compare the relation of English new world colonies with the Abenaki with
the proclaimed imminence of the new
found multi-dimensionals and ourselves, we observe that when the media
proclaims a coming trend, it will appear if the relation of the New England
colonists and the Abenaki to the Vatican is salvation from space.
The
biggest danger to the native was Squanto
who was turned into an agent by learning English, was taken to England
and brought back to find his entire village gone, but he showed the English how
to plant and adapt, and befriend the one or two English who by empathy created
the false positive image that the English were not all bad. In WWII in
France the Vichy were Squantos. The New
EnglandEnglish could have been decimated that first year by concerted effort,
but these tribes followed the ethos of Gluskap.
Contact causes decentering,
makes people question their values. However it came, Algonquian investment in
the conflict of summer and winter, relatives and strangers, center vs. the
periphery, women in camp vs. men hunting in the forest, trying to make a whole
thought of one world in itself was a human misnomer. It is impossible for
humans to solve their contradiction even if the myth or religion they practice
says they can. It is always positive against the negative, the hero Gluskap
against the windigo, the Kiwakwe, chenoo, cannibal giants. There is no solution
of good and evil, only opposition. The positive sharing power of Gluskap vs the
negative antisocial giants of greed supposed to transform the world, meaning
absorb and redeem evil, turn evil human as in other tribal members was their
fall. Gluskap learns to be good one struggle at a time until he releases the
captive animals and forbears revenge. It is a perfect little tale for society
within itself, in its one world, but fails when confronted with the outside.
Only the Hopi view prevailed against the European, implacable war with the
other. Every effort Gluskap made to transform the world was to bring the natural,
the animal into harmony and kinship when the people. He sought to survive the
drought by taking to the water as fish or to the forest as game: "my
relative of a strange race, my spouse's parents" (123). The policy of
treating animals as kin was extended as a courtesy to the English, enabling
another genocide by myth, of which there are many. Their defense would have
been to not compassionately stay your hand against the enemy but to execute
him. To utterly oppose the English however was to deny their religion and
its constructive myth of the world. Read for yourself (124) the attributes of
the cannibal giant English. Cannibal giants were vicious, envious, selfish in
nature, refused to share, pretended to be kin in order to eat human flesh, thus
violating the paramount order of kinship. Humans could become cannibals, but
could cannibals be human? Gluskap said yes. The people found out no. Since
humans became cannibals when they hardened their hearts, it was argued that
cannibals could be human if softened in healing. This dialectic annihilated the
people.
Cannibal
giants could negatively metamorph by pretending to be kin until killing and
eating people with perfidy. Shapeshifters. Reptiles. By addressing the cannibal
as father or grandfather, appealing like Dr. King to its higher nature, the
Wabanaki thought to restore social relation, heal these rifts. Kindness
to the giant was their hope of transformation. As it were, in modern terms,
that the Algonquin embraced European technology, Iphones, computers, nano parts
and digital DNA, to make the analogy. These wearables, injectables deputized by
conquerors faced off between the self and other whose myths were pictures of
both the hybrid native and alien, Algonquin-European, giant-Glosknap, cannibal
forces of conflict that exist for a scholar after the conflict is resolved by
the defeat of the native and viewed by
the European with all "good" intent, logic and distance. But when the
conflict is not resolved and the viewer is the native, for in the war of the
natural vs. the digital the conflict is again a giant, global giants and cannibals become the same.
English treachery and the greed of European morality dislocated by the
occasional good English altruist skewed the native just enough to ensure total
extinction. So in 1605 English explorer Captain Weymouth kidnapped five Abenaki
to England. Kidnapping and technology were the two salient seductions of the
native and the alien. Does it make you think of the 21st century at all?
How the Wabanaki were corrupted by commercial contact with
Weymouth and kidnapped is the cautionary tale of the science of the present.
You can have a new kidney and genes if you will just get aboard ship. When the
Wabanaki subsequently eliminated the Popham colony the internal pressures
against their accommodation myth weakened them substantially (128)
Cultural contact brought wave on wave of epidemics, liquor, factionalism and
division, the cannibal virus so to speak. In post contact history Gluskap's
teaching became more urgent. Europeans were identified with sinful Adam,
rebaptized, etc. A lot more of post contact history is coming if we take the
case as prophetic of our own in the five scenarios of Contact beyond the
Abenaki:
The
Abenaki natives. Their religion said the aliens were somehow human like
themselves and they could save the Ice Giant by inviting it in. But to the
Abenaki, after infecting the people with diseases that the Jesuit brought,
which the shaman could not cure, the entire ethos was finished off. Shaman
authority was transferred to the priest. In the corollary, humans bringing AI
into themselves thinking it somehow human, thinking to make emergent mind with
Alien, multi-dimensional and AI were hybrids of new English conquerors.
Algonquin
native/slaves embraced alien European technology. Cannibal giants pretend to be
kin before they morph into killing and eating people.. Restorations of social
relation could heal these rifts by addressing the cannibal as father or
grandfather. The Abenaki thought
conscience within, kindness to the giant was their hope of transformation.
Algonquin
vs. European, Gluskap vs. giant, cannibal forces of conflict vs. resolution are
viewed by the European scholar after the conflict has ended, in European favor,
but what about the conflict not resolved if the viewer is the native? In the
war of the natural against the digital the conflict is global, but giants and
cannibals still devour.
Inviting
the lost, fragmented, rejected and rejecting spirit into the family and
honoring them with family titles, calling them father, father-in-law,
comforting them, reclothing them, feeding real food, the food of the soul,
would it save you from their eating your heart. Would giving The Recluse
children to play with bring them back from the cold, into the warmth of the
hearth and home like that version of the last episode of Fargo V?
Forcing
the individual to submit to the group stereotype is itself a windigo. False
pretense of the human, the real danger of the ice giant is the selfish
aggressor. The alien pretends all too well to be kin, a politician, an
entertainer, one of us, to compel our acceptance of its eating the human heart.
Many if not all Abenaki myths are metaphoric, so ritual cannibalism, eating the
enemy heart to gain its courage is a metaphor in our language in the saying
"eat your heart out," an expression of jealousy, but courage does not
lie in the enemy heart but in our own. Our fulfillment is not in the enemy
success but in our own. So we are presented with the ice giant verily.
A kind of analogy occurs between the multidimensional forces loosed by science
and the effect of the Jesuit on Abenaki cultures. The priest supplanted the
shaman because famine and disease which the shaman could not cure (initiated by
the priest) vitiated shaman authority in the tribes. Who is the priest in this
analogy and who the Indian? Who lives or dies? Inviting the priest to serve as
kin however is not what happened. The priest was INVITED TO SUPPLANT THE
SPIRITUAL GOVERNANCE OF THE TRIBE, which became its downfall.
Consider that the
priest cured the disease he himself brought. Amazingly the priest was made over
into a new JESUIT GLUSKAP! So the alien will
rebaptize the Christian, says the Vatican.
"The Jesuit priests then, entered Algonkian traditions sometime
during the seventeenth century, performing roles comparable to the benevolent
Gluskap" (Morrison, Kin,76).
More than frenchification, this undermined the social structures from within
that had been their means of survival.
Consciousness only happens after the fact. When we finally get to where we forget
ourselves so much that we are not conscious then our best work can emerge.
A canoe glides silently through the Penobscot mist. Two
figures, a Jesuit in black, an Abenaki in deerskin. They speak in French and
gestures. Each believes he is saving the other.
“By the early eighteenth century several
generations of Abenaki and Euramericans
had struggled with the problems of contact, always falling short of the elusive
ideal of alliance.” That lead sentence of the dust wrapper of Kenneth
Morrison’s, The Embattled Northeast (Berkeley, 1984), with his
ethnohistory of the Algonkian-French religious encounter in The Solidarity
of Kin, (Albany 2002) is the
background for taking this conflict to unveil its deeper human tragedy against
foreign contacts. This must only become clear in the context of the cultural
contact of mythology, colonialism, and speculative ideas about the
extraterrestrial. Not to simplify it is always the native against the foreign,
which is the easiest access is the European but before that every ancient
culture.
See, Algonquin
Legends of New England or Myths and Folk Lore of the Micmac, Passamaquoddy, and
Penobscot Tribes by Charles G. Leland (1884)
Ken Morrison. Dissertation 1975:
The People of the Dawn: The Abenaki and their relations with New England and
New France, 1600-1727, U of Maine.
-Mapping Otherness: Myth and the
Study of Cultural Encounter
-The Cosmos as Intersubjective:
Native American Other than Human Persons
-Baptism and Alliance 1990
-Towards A History of Intimate
Encounters: Algonkian Folklore, Jesuit Missionaries, and Kiwakwe, The Cannibal
Giant 1979
Abenaki and Their Relations with
New England and New France and Algonquian myth, Mapping Otherness https://books.google.com/books?id=QPN...
reverse the cultural evidence, the dependence on ethno-historical European documents
We pair UFO and AI with the modern because the modern
has actually occurred and together with
analogous fiction offers postulates for this speculative science.
The Sky Has Doors
"Who are we to close the
doors?" the Jesuit says. Close the doors! The portals being broken down
from inside as we speak. If Blish’s fictional Jesuits adapt the alien to earth
we shall all be wearing lizard skins and get baptized by them. "Any entity
– no matter how many tentacles it has – has a soul," agrees Pope Francis
anyway, with his religion of the open door, the ostiary of acceptance. He
thinks the fallen angel lizards may not actually have suffered original sin. To
not believe in lizards would make you a heretic then and censored as much
as believing the opposite does now. Science fiction against the Revelation of
St. John will eat human DNA burgers even bugs and rats won't touch.
This astro-biological conspiracy
won a Hugo Award for James Blish in 1959, is not as prescient as the four
angels of the apocalypse or the horses with heads of lions, "that they
should not worship demons, and idols of gold, and silver, and brass" (John
of Patmos 9.20), sent a fictional team of priest astronauts in A Case of
Conscience to investigate the coming aliens. He called them Lithians. Orson
Scott Card called them "buggers." Blish said they should be
quarantined, unlike the real Vatican astronomer Consolmagno
who wants to baptize them (Guardian. 17 Sept 2020).
When the false forces manifest, fire from cloaked technology might suggest this
malevolence an effort to destroy humanity. So while we are waiting "until
the full number of their fellow servants and their brethren that should be
killed should be completed," Guy Consolmagno, chief Vatican astronomer,
camouflages the coming new Papal decree by finding a hidden code in
the name of the planet Lithia in a science fiction novel by James Blish
Father Ramon Ruiz-Sanchez plays the Vatican astronomer in Case in a kind
of fictional code of Blish's friend Guy Consolmagno. This camouflages the
putative coming Papal decree that cites the name of the planet Lithia in
Blish’s book. The aliens of the planet Ilithia come from ancient Greece
as the goddess who guarded the seed of the serpent, a Watcher, the serpent
Melkiresha, aka, seed of Satan. "Ilithia of ancient Greece was the goddess
who guarded the seed of the serpent, the future serpent savior whose blood line
Pausenius reckons in an old shrine, but for the baby alien serpent god cited in
Dead Sea Scrolls 4Q544 that describes a Watcher, the serpent Melkiresha, aka,
the seed of Satan, James Blish won a Hugo in 1959, and he also rewrote the end
of Childhood's End by Arthur Clarke." from Charles Finny's, "Why I
left FreeMasonry."
Blish's future serpent savior traces to a shrine of an alien
serpent god identified in the Dead Sea Scrolls (4Q544) where it also describes
a blood line of Greek geographer Pausanias AD 110, "an archaic shrine with
an inner cella sacred to the serpent-savior of the city (Sosipolis)
and to Eileithyia was seen by the traveller Pausanias in the 2nd century AD (Greece
vi.20.1–3); in it a virgin-priestess cared for a serpent that was
"fed" on honeyed barley-cakes and water—an offering suited to
Demeter.
This shrine memorialized the appearance of a crone with a
babe in arms, at a crucial moment when Elians were threatened by forces from
Arcadia. The child, placed on the ground between the contending forces, changed
into a serpent, driving the Arcadians away in flight, before it disappeared
into the hill." wikipedia Blish
won a Hugo for this in 1959. Then he rewrote the end of Childhood's End
for Arthur Clarke to further contemplate how the full number of our fellow
servants and our brethren that should be killed" (Revelation 6.11).
Two themes have long battled for control of science
fiction, the exogenous alien and the
unconscious collective. Science fiction was faux fiction nether science in
Arthur Clarke's spaceship of Childhood's End. There, from Dante's hell,
came a medieval devil still not as scary as the collective mind of the children
conditioned to a hive mind who destroy the earth in that book. Rituals of this
collective exist in 1984 and Brave New World, and Stranger in a Strange Land:
"Humanity has effectively become extinct, and he is now
the last man alive. Hundreds of millions of children – no longer fitting with
what Rodrick defines as "human" – remain on the quarantined
continent. Barely moving, with eyes closed and communicating by telepathy, they
are the penultimate form of human evolution, having become a single group mind
readying themselves to join the Overmind". The Last Generation.
An image of the extra-terrestrial catalyst is the
crux before its acceptance of the "real." Before the fact this
scenario must be seen as fiction as much as after it is reality. Collective
consciousness is the catalyst triggering alien intervention that dissolves
earth life in Childhood's End (1953). Seventy years later this is taken as
predictive programming. Seventy one years later they are “drones.”
Is Blish in on the alien baptizing, ahead of time? The
Overlords in those works select hive indigo children for their psychic power
much as the army does its candidates for disassociation from among abused
children revealed in the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory. Children in Childhood's End achieve
transcendence in their enhanced group mind. Collective Peace, the golden age
and planetary annihilation ensue simultaneously.
In Teilhard de Chardin, camo-speak, whether it is an
astrobiological conspiracy to contaminate all humanity makes good drama, but
not as good as the four angels we read about who are prepared for this hour.
What insurance we have against contamination is contained there
and in "that they should not worship demons, and idols of gold, and
silver, and brass." Back in the fact/fiction scenario, this great danger
embraced by Jesuits, strongest advocates of enculturation, accepts and adapts
the alien religion to earth. We shall all shortly be wearing lizard skins. In
altogether familiar parlance both Jesuit and Vatican will then say that to not
believe makes you a heretic.
When the alien savior hidden from public eye in the Brookings
Report declares itself, the touch down will claim wonders, revealing artificial
structures of Mars, as Hoagland said
all along. Flying saucer armadas of "hidden"
archeologies, technologies, "advances" will come on line" as the
new Catholic beliefs ofVatican astronomer Guy Consolmagno. The science to
go with this new religion is provided free @ Alien
Saviors: Trick or Treat in Space.
An alternative view is that the human is essentially
unconscious and mind control myths of the UFO keep him so. Researcher Julianne
McKinney promotes the view that the entire UFO was created by the secret state.
Martin
Cannon says in "The Controllers," that the UFO is a "screen
memory" cover story produced by U.S. intelligence to protect its own
mind-control experiments… [but] If the ethically-challenged U.S. intelligence
community has proven anything during the last half-century, it's that they
would not find it objectionable to work on behalf of aliens from outer space,
and against the interests of humankind." Brandt
Apocalyptic realists call these beginning stages digital
Martians, but fiction long had cyBorgs, cybernetically-enhanced humanoids
linked to a hive, that cell phone addicts have achieved in the n-passive
"wisdom of crowds" where the many are smarter than the few. They are
at least easier to control. Versions of collective mind do not seem
contradictory where the many are one. Inner levels enforce this religion.
If Outernet sounds like Skynet and 60,000 satellites circling
the earth to provide universal mobile access, and the Atlas robot of DARPA like
Terminators cartoons this super being as an interpretation from Revelations and
from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Such biblical analogues preoccupy the Vatican's
more philosophic prophets, especially Jesuit theologian Teilhard de Chardin who
summons a catalyst from outside to bring earth to the Singular Omega Point.
This unconscious ZARG has a sting and a tail, like the Beast: “The entire world
history from beginning to end will come into simultaneous being (fourth
dimensionality), and then all possible such world histories (fifth
dimensionality) …The kundalini of the entire human race has slowly been rising,
and paranormal phenomena have been increasing" (Excalibur Briefing, 251).
“Humans will pray for
death and not find it, the grave will "give up its dead,” the “beast will
be defeated and cast into darkness.”
“Man will have become a true God —in a strange and bizarre way
constituting the second coming of God.” “Zarg can pull the very stars out of
orbit” (Bearden. Excalibur Briefing, 250).
"Man literally is and shall be god" (253). Bearden, like Zbigniew Brzezinski blames the
Soviets for the harnessing this machine. “So the Soviets are on a course to
evoke the full carnage of something very like The Revelation. John, looking
across two thousand years of history into the future, and seeing the awful
cataclysm that was to come, described it as best he could in the concepts
available to his day and in the belief structure in which he functioned. Thus
he described Armageddon and the end of time, and wrote the Book of Revelation.”
“Spacetime and reality will have gone insane during the developing paroxysm.”
Now that we are there the Sofya Khagi cites the mythologeme
in general, the consumer in particular. Compare it to the iron room of Lu Xun
(Diary of a Madman) in the planned Escape from virtual reality, being the
information net cast over the mind that devices of hand and eye attach to.
Landscape Malacandra. From
terrestrial canoe to interplanetary paddling to the purple woods of Mars.
“The early morning smell in
those purple woods”…”something aromatic, spicy, yet very cold, everythin,
tingling at the back of the nose—something that did to the sense of smell what
high, sharp violin notes do to the ear” 168
Lewis knew as much about the
scientific atheism of space as we today. Imagine how primitive that time, it
was the prevailing view. He knew Mars was a desolate planet, a cataclysm
awaiting earth so to speak in the faithless demographic of the lab. He knew too
that none of this mattered to the view he put forth that space was light and in
it a prosperity of life occurred in the light, for space was outside the
envelop of atmospheric fallen science and its species of Thulcandrians. You know the kind. Against
this background it is all the more daring that he would invent a landscape more
like Tahiti in its lowland, and species that do not compete, and water that is
the source of warmth. Lewis loved water which he revisits profoundly in
Perelandra. These three planets occupied his mind, Mars, Venus, earth. But the
plot is the place holder of the reading eye, the description and creation of
the lands of Mars out of nothing, with a world view of charity, which had
introduced into it the dementias of Weston and Devine. Absorbing as these are,
the perpendicular trees, elongated eldila, hrossa, mountains populating his
dream of Mars make it the more engaging.
It still strikes us as novel
that earth is silent, what with all the yapping being done about its problems,
but this means silent from the point of view of the rest of the cosmos. Silent
even when it sends probes, explorers, in and out of the solar system and its
astronomers eagerly contact the very beings that Weston thinks initially will
come. For that is before Weston distinguishes the two kinds of beings that
belong to the exploration. The scientist thinks only of the first predarwinian,
uncompeting kind of being that will
enlighten earth and solve its problems, not a
trick goblin. That comes to him later. Weston and Devine cannot die any
more than Ransom. Even if Weston is killed on Venus and Devine has his head put
on a machine. That much is certain they have found the secret of long life.
“How can it that the instincts
of the hrossa so closely resembled the unattained ideals of …man” On 81 hrossa were pouring out from ”clumsly
posts” but earlier Ransom Had said they only had oyster or clam shells to drink
and from…
For those who love the Lewis’ didactic it is
almost always psychological, like his speculation that since they were such
cowards, what turned the apostles into such zealots, must have been the
resurrection. And if Jesus was a good man how could he claim to be God unless
he was a liar or insane? So he questions human instincts in contrast to the
hrossa, human pursuit of perpetual pleasure, as opposed to the memory of it,
that the hrossa says justifies its monogamy,
why there is no survival of the fittest the purpose of evil in their
world in the hnakra, 78
Ransom is a walker like Lewis.
He walks on earth and on Mars. His visions of the biology and botany are better or as good as the story of Weston and
Devine. His doubting himself, talking to himself and then the dissociation with
the hrossa, when he thinks it human, are important elements of his walk. That
and the lightness of being he feels in the light of space.
His Mars fantasy replaces the b/w science of space with wonder
appropriate to it. which is really the point of the third in this series, that
nature has been denaturalized by science, made into a human not a natural
reality. The fact that the Malacandran landscape is so balmy, a kind of Tahiti
emphasizes at once that it is of the imagination, the inner Mars, but not one
of the fallen condition that every science project demands, survival of the
fittest, natural selection, dog eat dog, but an Edenic state, the inner place
in Lewis’ mind. The science of Mars was long established b y 1938 when Lewis
wrote. Lowell had it barren, except for his canals, and Darwin was long
ascendant, but this is a totally dreamlike pastel landscape. A pleasure is full
grown only when remembered.
Facts can be twisted but the
truth is plain to see…truth or foresight stands on the prow of a ship, some
wear it on the forehead to see what’s coming. "Who is the One?" goes
unanswered. (See Issue 321 of AntipodeanSF)
Baptized Martians Remastered.
To keep the differing factions of population segmented to
provoke extreme views well typified by global warming climate change vs the ice
age, the shout down the ice age, covid restrictions, ufo, with all the usual bullying in order to
censor it. This empowers the philosophy of opposing factions to extend into
every other issue between opposites so that instead of reason and discourse
there is open antagonism. One of the best stratagems is accuse its opposite of
being anti-scientific. Pro-science believes in global warming and censors all
else (until further notice). The most important aspect of all this is that the
greater the heat of passion the less the reason, the more prejudice the greater
the denial in sleep and misdirection.
How do you know you are being censored when you think the
ideas are your own? Mere fact implies the majority view has this power. It also
implies opposing parties which seek to criminalize each other, not that there
are only two, but the two are the product of a control greater than each that
seeks to force a third which is the true object. Multidimensional Upsets caused
such an upset. You can be made to believe or passively accept whatever is told
to you. It was both accepted and rejected.
"Researchers" of discovery of extraterrestrial life in the Brookings Report do not say the alien
angel touch down will prove artificial structures of Hoagland on Mars.
What had been
"mind pinging in various directions and modes" to the accepting
editor with his own authority became "a worldview intractably opposed to
"pro-science and anti-Trump," to the founder of these Unlikely
stories, much like the view that the Smithsonian is censoring armadas of
"hidden" archeologies and technologies hidden in its basement from
view is not to be revealed. Upsets does not report such findings, so
much as it mocks them, although maybe the humor is too dry to perceive. For
example, that the
The censor turns this intractable attitude of mockery into an
anti-science because it cannot stomach the oceans of subrafuge it sails, for
example, that massive die offs in the north Pacific are beyond calculation and
forbidden to mainstream. Thus oceanographers who deny the murder of the Pacific
Ocean are like biologists' who support vaccines that cause autism, or
archaeologists who deny the races of giants dug up. But here's another joke,
isn't that just because there is and was a remnant race of reengineered
nephilim hybrids running the world?
Do not mock the accepted world or you will be unscientific. I foisted these
same extraterrestrials in Upsets upon literature and said that
when the new Vatican goes cosmic with Martian religion and Jesuit
astronomers await their "evangelist" from space, there will be
astigmatic baptisms. That's called Trick or Treat. Take for example the literature
of the alien overlord of Childhood's End who invades earth in silver
ships. After 50 years it's like he jumps out of Dante dressed in leather wings,
horns and barbed tail! Earthlings then will believe their true benefactors are
the devil and his angels! Fly that off the abyss.
In the waking Collective Mind, when Atmam-Brahman is One, the
space savior will then reveal that that new science, biology, archaeology
and technology are alien signs and wonders. The Wee People used croton as a tea
before the settlers drove them out. All people who believe in science will
believe, that's science, but not that poets are the unacknowledged legislators
of the world. That's heinous.
[Embezzlement, blackmail and censorship in the nitrogen food storage
industry. The greatest offense to censors is when the fact is cited on a
forbidden source. Alex Jones serves nicely to illustrate this. All links and
backlinks tied to him are the great affront, as one said to me in indignation:
Alex Jones... but equally so from the mag editor who finds all mention of a
wide range of sources offensive, so much so that it is the intractable enemy of
proscience. We're not talking about liquid nitrogen food storage, but about the
Vatican encoding a savior from outer space with beings half fish and half men
found in the Antarctic to have hands down on our civilization.. Yes I'm talking
about James Blish and H. P. Lovecraft. Both appeared on Alex Jones and his
surrogates.]
Francisco
Goya deaf is better than Blish at hearing the Disasters of War.
“Seated maja and majo” (1824-5), carbon black gouache bats, owls, blackbirds
flying at heads screeching what the psych boys say are externalized fears.
Impaled corpses, thieves and torturers? Don't go overboard. Goya visited the
asylum at Bordeaux as at Zaragoza and knew a deeper motive of human suffering
compels his images.
The only place to see this now
that the county homes have been destroyed, the illusas medicated away, is in
the basement of the Chaffites or the Vatican where secret rites are celebrated
worse than ever Goya knew in the fourteen paintings of the Quinta del sordo.
In this form of censorship the sambenito each prisoner wears,
is called the "blessed bag," a reverse chasuble painted with their
supposed heresies in red flames for their burning, displayed on the wall. A
visionary called an ilusa, burned at the stake. Goya was accused of
being a descendant of such conversos. Firebrands and beheadings will
ensure what Goya portrayed. So while we are waiting to understand the
contradiction of the censor, consider the modern equivalent solvents,
acids, cyanides sewage, trichloroethane, freon, tetrachloroethene in the pits.
Earth natives need a new Bartolomé de las
Casas to argue them human in the high courts and the low counsels of labs. Protector of the
Human not “pretend the machine’s human.”
Celebrated, not condemned, borne with mystery of lawlessness against our foes,
Human context and humor are weapons against agencies of control. When
celebrated with irony and humor they are deadly. Great is the mystery of
lawlessness. In the world upside down, it is the truth. Only when govt is law
and vested authorities truth great is the mystery of lawlessness for if there’s one thing we are
it is contradictory. The human spirit is captured by law needs to break out.
Contradiction unfettered is the means of escape Where else but in the sacred
scriptures are the peccadilloes of its partrirchs celebrated, not lionized,
Abraham lying through his teeth, Judah slipping one to a woman beside the road,
David on the roof, their peccadilloes with women celebrated as much as their
deterioration in old age.. What was meant for harm has been turned into our
good. The sins of the bible celebrate
the greatest leaders of themd all who fall and rise and fall and rise. But we
have more proof with the bible. Richard Nixon’s fall and rise prove he was not
a crook. The more you know of the depth of context, the hoot that all are,
hidden from sight, as we will see, over and over claiming birds saved their
lives in concentration camps, or some passing thought, of the prisoner of
chillon feeling is as prone to make them rise from their fall. So literature is
the greatest of enemies to the sale of the ufo banking elite who run, somehow
run the show, it makes us think there’s more to the quest than is dreamt of in
their philosophy.
Whole reputations have risen and then fell
in the peccadilloes of a man. The aura
of ethics and morality that overshadows this context and judges it to be
inferior is itself an agency of control. When the subject of our cover tied
himself to the mast of the Ariel in the midst of a snowstorm to see what it was
like with all the shouts, not thinking to survive but to know the storm in
1842, as his life continued he became
more and more withdrawn to the point where he took a boat out in the water to
avoid being registered in the census, to be invisible, indivisible. What shall
we say then but the acts of human passion, compassion, recklessness, danger,
and great, beyond all great resourcefulness art the more pessimistic and morose
as he got older, especially after the death of his father in 1829; when his
outlook deteriorated, his gallery fell into disrepair and neglect, and his art intensified.
In 1841, Turner rowed a boat into the Thames so he could
not be counted as present at any property in that year's census.[4]
He lived in squalor and poor health from 1845, and died in London in 1851 aged
76. We know and will display in this first chapter some of the courage and
contradiction of the human. One think
comes clear our present actors on the ufo stage are not scriptural immensities. These qualities are
not western or eastern, native or foreign, male or female. They are human. If
the bulk of our examples are confined to ourselves that is the purity of truth, who else would
concern us. And who are we, we are humanity whet in every time and place, every
eon era state or condition of life always everywhere and fashioned in the
dichotomous earth despite all the rant of the collective.
The
more we know of ourselves the more we say, of the Shoshone and Pennsylvania
Dutch, the Navajo and the Irish, Harlem and Puerto Rico it is not a melting pot
it is a distillery of culture with every facet polished to reveal life in the
midst of cruel poety. Do we say poety instead of piety, it is the inconsistent
crown of glory we wear. So let us begin with the first sighting of a ufo at
Plymouth Rock. The biggest reason not to trust the aliens is the Bitish, who flew
the first UFO in the modern world to land at Plymouth Rock. What is a UFO but a
ship of cruel piety? They even landed the first slave ships in America. Yes the
British were slavers. The southern cotton farmers were British. The Bish have been running the world some time in the
MacKinder gambit of who ever controls Eurasia controls the world. They should
be called UPO, Unidentified Political Objects, which fly even closer to the sun
of government pundits from above. Here below in realpolitik of Asian carp in
the mainstream that passes for debate, in the congress of the present
Apocalyptos of land and sea, we get old Ships, orbs, Pahana, Anunnaki,
Unidentified Historical Objects, twit tu woo.
The acorn of this thought denies all its
shortcomings while practicing them. One imagines these peccadillos subsumed in
whatever accepted protocols a person professionally knows, filled with praxis
left and right, a theological term, like cruel piety. It truly does not matter
about the Other on a flat surface with no border, compressed, controlled. As a
model of consciousness in a scene of depth, atmosphere, ionosphere,
magnetosphere, the thousand feet above and below the surfaces of the continents
and plates and lava streams the human is like a submersible between. All the
documents on this site explore the staging of these worlds.
Explorations are sidetracked by the staging
on all channels. Behind the events are tragic misdemeanor and felony. Every
single opinion in the world is wrong and has as its entire purpose to absorb
the attention of the many layers of audience. Government, science, the
networks, the actors on what they call the stage, the audience profound,
history, philosophy all stand in mutual relation to each other as onion skins,
but with no priority. Thinking makes it so. Science is not better than ads for
Ford, indeed science is an ad for Ford or whatever offers. None is more primary
except in the fantasy/reality the stages project before the fact, if we walk,
“not a prisoner like the Czech.” The prison metaphor, the demeaned human
metaphor is all the same whether the Pope declares the alien a brother and the
UN joins with science to proclaim the announcement. Who exactly does than leave
in opposition to truck off? The blind call that cynical, but the blind are busy
for the details in the sky above and in the earth below.
It looked like this was going to be turned
into Altered Sky and the Weather Report Wars, unwritten as yet, a look at
tomography, topography and atmospherics assuming modern consciousness is linear
and two dimensional, that literature and furniture are not thought to be one
piece any more than the weather, warfare, hybrids and underground bases,
although it will be denied.
There the drones rule.
There are all kinds of drones. As a name for
the worker bee incapable of procreation, or creation, that lives in the hive to
fulfill the dictates of the "higher" power queen, seems to demean
bees if we take them as symbolic of ourselves, as bestiaries have always
compared the human with the natural world.
(T. H. White. The Book of Beasts. Translation of a Latin Bestiary
of the Twelfth Century). Drones among the neighbors spouting shibboleths on T
shirts about sports or fashion. marching now on smart phones, traffic cams and
algorithms in the post-literal sky, see what can’t be seen or heard,
microwaves. So easy to control the thought pattern cortex. Look behind or above
or below or within a series of stage. "Oh do not ask what is it, let us go
and make our visit."
A swallow kept the prisoner of Chillon going. For Viktor
Frankl in a Nazi camp it was a bird on a stump. The gulags were outside in the
snow in cold and air. The undergrounds had no nature so it can be questioned if
they had a man. All would have to be young, cradle size, and lots of women to
raise them.
The
General loss of empathy from the Stanford and Milford experiments traces that
loss of authority says Eisenhower's German POW camps up and down the Rhine had
eight or nine thousand casualties, unless it was a hundred times that number
kept without shelter in open fields all winter which "victims undoubtedly number over
800,000, almost certainly over 900,000 and quite likely over a million (Bacque)
.
Rheinwiesenlager
Rhine
meadow camps) were a group of 19 camps in the Allied-occupied part of Germany
by the U.S.
Army to hold captured German soldiers
at the close of the Second World War. Called Prisoner of War Temporary
Enclosures (PWTE), they held between one and almost two million surrendered Wehrmacht
personnel from April until September 1945. The enjoyable irony of this is that
Eisenhower was so "horrified" at the the German camps hat he
duplicated them. "Seeing the Nazi crimes committed at Ohrdruf made a powerful impact on Eisenhower, and he
wanted the world to know what happened in the concentration camps."
Ike was
bound to repeat, doubly so, for no piety is as cruel as that done to your own.
He was of the same genealogy as the prisoners he starved, as if he did it to
himself. But he had comfort for the other. The moral outrage of the pious
abandoned him later when he negotiated with the Aliens. After his visit to
Ohrdruf Eisenhower cabled General George C. Marshall, the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in Washington,
describing his trip:
“... the
most interesting—although horrible—sight that I encountered during the trip was a visit to a German internment camp
near Gotha. The things I saw beggar description. While I was touring the camp I
encountered three men who had been
inmates and by one ruse or another had made their escape. I interviewed them
through an interpreter. The visual evidence and the verbal testimony of
starvation, cruelty and bestiality were so overpowering as to leave me a bit
sick. In one room, where they were piled up twenty or thirty naked men, killed
by starvation, George Patton would not even enter. He said that he would get
sick if he did so. I made the visit deliberately, in order to be in a position
to give first-hand evidence of these things if ever, in the future, there
develops a tendency to charge these allegations merely to 'propaganda.”
Forget
Eisenhower, look at the real statistics of the Vietnam chemical ops, or in
Central America, or that government manufacturing atrocities in Iraq,
waterboarding to make you safe, you who are the victim of many times radiation
than the Hiroshima/Nagasaki blasts conducted at home (Carole Gallagher. American
Ground Zero) by that same government inventing so many more atrocities that
Eisenhower looks small. Many on the Rhine died from, dehydration and exposure
to the weather because no structures were built inside the prison compounds,
even Andersonville Prison in 1864.
The turn
in vengeance against your own especially, because they should know better, like
the 73 million Trumpers, is proven again and again, replacing the oppressors as
victims in law and war, depending on the politics. Imagine what John Kerry
will do in the Biden admin after going the night of the 2016 election to
Antarctica! (Hapax Legomen) You know what all official reports are (Tom
Horn. The Evil Gene).
We infer the regime of prison
without walls from turning in your neighbor who does wear a mask or in too
large a group gathered, calling every epithet that truly belongs to you, you
old Obama Clinton deplorable gunner god religion. All without walls happen within. We don't want to
overlook such treks as the Exodus and the march of captivity in Babylon or the
Long trail of tears of the Cherokee. The prisons and the prisoners of war are
everywhere, the Armenian extermination, the Biafra, and Bushman, on and on,
precursors of the digital overlord and all behaviors of shaming, doxing, outing
etc. among epidemic missing persons.
Just
like the camps of Abu Ghraib threw together people unconnected, as all the WWII
camps the Stalags threw together, where Levinas hid his philosophy in notebooks
and waist gunner kids from Texas kept a secret history of the camps on
cigarette papers (Carl Carlson. Return Ticket), it is only the time and
place and intensity that determined how radicalized these got, whether the
Nazis or the American. But with any luck you could get a gulag or a B. Traven
mahogany camp, even an Argentine military camp and a chat with Timmerman’s Susan (Jacobo Timmerman. Prisoner Without
a Name, Cell Without a Number).
Caygill says,
-June 1940 the French 10th Army was surrounded by invading German forces at
Rennes. Among those captured was Emmanuel Levinas, mobilized as an
officer/interpreter in 1939 and now imprisoned as an enemy combatant under the
terms of the Geneva Conventions. Levinas was five years in captivity, first at
Frontstalags in Rennes and Laval, then at Vesoul, and from June 1942 until May
1945 at Stalag 11B at Fallingbostel near Magdeburg in Germany.
Geoffrey
Hartman half way in England at 13, Timmerman in Argentina. Frankl in
Germany. Iraq: Camp
Bucca, also here. Abu Ghraib. Andre
Maurois, Tragedy in France. JFK, Why England Slept. Inmates dog
eat dog, capos, commandants, Quislings, Sympathers, John McCain. Edwardo Galeano. Posed shots at Abu Ghraib, leftist
journos, the left was always a facade from whenever to wherever, which is why
Koestler compiled The God That Failed. Ignazio
Silone, Blood and Wine all the Marxist and semi dogmatic novels ruse of
the left. The right produced no literature, unless Ayn Rand. The right was a
fantasy of the left. the Knights Templer a scapegoat for their own sins,
because neither one were left and right, they were pedophiles and cannibals
that hid in tunnels under Museums and railway stations and post offices and
churches and a thousand places never visited, for sure. It sounds so extreme,
that the CIA shelled the concluding peace talks in Kabul to
prevent them finishing, ISIS an invention to justify neutralizing the
mid-East.. Was that right or left? Does war matter, the Hegelian dialectic, the
unknown Order? From rivers that burned to seas of light.
The boy still walks.
