Several weeks ago I fired up the Jupiter 2 and held my hands over it, anticipating the tingle as it charged up. After a few moments, a thought came to me to make an intention to market this stuff. So I did. As I stood with my hands basking in the energy field, I made an intention to market choice orgonite pieces and special orders to people who could use and appreciate them and to fund research for ongoing projects to learn and understand what it's all about.
The very next day I got a chance call from a friend who makes his living networking and promoting health products who thinks he can sell 100,000 discoids the first year. The thought of setting up an assembly line operation, mass producing thousands of these things in a slave labor factory setting, bothered me, to say the least. It's the American dream to make tons of money, but as anyone involved in orgonite can tell you, it's not the lure of money that compels someone to spend their free time scrounging supplies and working late into the night working on unresearched ideas. It's the art, man. What would Van Gogh do?
Anyway, since then, I received orders for discoids, wine glass HHGs, an orgone blanket, powered succor punches, plans, construction help, and a custom field generator to power a cloudbuster in a desert region on the other side of the planet to improve living conditions. It was this last request that lead me to a bit of unexpected information that made the picture a little clearer.
He said he was looking for the spiritus mundi for his alchemical project and thought my field generator might produce this force, as well as make it rain. Loosely translated, spiritus mundi means the thing that connects all living things. Damn, that's orgone, prana, chi, ki, lifeforce, the force from George Lucas Star Wars fame that the good guys had and Darth Vader had the dark side of.
He also mentioned scalar energy and his confusion relating the two. I had to take a double take of all this. I can certainly relate to his scalar/orgone energy confusion. They seemed to be two separate entities. One, (orgone) representing life force, and the other, (scalar) representing some kind of earth energy I couldn't relate to. It seems scalar energy functions differently from the energy we are familiar with. We turn on a light and we use electrical energy from a power plant or other source that produces electricity that's transmitted through wires that they bill you for on a monthly basis. Scalar energy is different. It's faster than light and doesn't need wires. It goes through anything without disruption and won't degrade no matter how far it travels. It sends the exact amount of energy required to make something work.
In an orgone based, scalar producing device, your thoughts become part of the process and direct the desired outcome with scalar energy as the facilitator. The orgone matrix amplifies the signal.
It seems Tesla's Wardenclyffe project was based on scalar energy and was designed to provide everyone on planet Earth with all the energy they needed for free. He tested it in Colorado when he lighted electrical lamps miles from his lab. Naturally, J.P. Morgan, the guy who backed Tesla and held his patents for collateral, wasn't crazy about giving everyone something for free so he pulled the plug before it was built and kept the patents.
It seems orgone is life force and scalar energy transmits it. I always knew my powered devices produced scalar waves organized from a chaos field translated through a crystal but I didn't really get it until now.
Ya wanna know the secrets of the universe? Ya wanna know the meaning of life? Spiritus Mundi, the energy that connects all, is orgone, chi, prana, lifeforce and it's transmitted and received by scalar energy from someone sitting next to you or a pan-dimensional being a universe away. The big secret that's been kept from you, that you were programmed to not see, is your input trumps everything else. You can make this reality any way you want, and if it's all fucked up, you have no one to blame but yourself.
Don't blame me. I'm just the messenger. If ya wanna kick some ass, go see J.P. Morgan.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
the constitution is still a contract
So, Obama went on TV and showed the world the birth certificate he spent millions of his own dollars to suppress. Just as the experts were proving it fake, the mainstream media was filled with Obama taking credit for assassinating the boogieman, who was dead since 2002 and kept on ice to be thawed out for political reasons when the time is right.
Most people I talk to see this for what it is. A diversionary tactic to keep the birth certificate issue buried while trying to increase Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term. The sad part is we are now able to see the man behind the curtain and don't care. We've become so accustomed to being played and lied to that we accept it all without even getting upset, even though we recognize these staged series of events as calculated to manipulate pubic opinion in their favor. In other words, we've become a nation of apathetic, accepting, conditioned boobs who see death as another reason to party.
First, Obama says there is no birth certificate because Hawaii destroyed them all after they computerized the system. Then he says they faxed him the birth certificate. Let me point out, a PDF file can't be faxed. Anyway you slice it, our president is a liar.
Most people I talk to see this for what it is. A diversionary tactic to keep the birth certificate issue buried while trying to increase Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term. The sad part is we are now able to see the man behind the curtain and don't care. We've become so accustomed to being played and lied to that we accept it all without even getting upset, even though we recognize these staged series of events as calculated to manipulate pubic opinion in their favor. In other words, we've become a nation of apathetic, accepting, conditioned boobs who see death as another reason to party.
First, Obama says there is no birth certificate because Hawaii destroyed them all after they computerized the system. Then he says they faxed him the birth certificate. Let me point out, a PDF file can't be faxed. Anyway you slice it, our president is a liar.
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” Joseph Goebbels
I worked many jobs in my life. Some were low paying shit jobs and some were union. The union jobs had a thing called a contract, which was a document that spelled things out like pay scale, benefits, hours worked, what the company can do, what they can't do, and what they have to do. It leveled the playing field and kept the company from turning the job into a low paying shit job. It also kept a steady work force and made the company more profits by keeping the best workers.
No company wants to be told what to do, so every now and then they'd try to get away with something. The company lost every battle they fought with us. We were like jailhouse labor lawyers. We knew the contract, chapter and verse, and weren't afraid to go toe to toe with anyone, no matter what their rank. We were scrappy, determined, fair, and loud but we were empowered by a set of rules and followed them to the letter and god help any member of management who broke them.
The constitution is a contract between the people and the federal government. Looks like the company is turning our union job into a low paying shit job without benefits.
Did I hear someone say unions were bad? You're either management and like it this way or you're too apathetic to reason properly.
Isn't it about time someone files a grievance?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
jup2
If you happen to be one of these fine people, you can rest assured I wasn't kidding. You'll get your stuff as soon as it passes my rigid quality standards.
One such device that passed QC is the object to the left. I call it Jup2, a miniaturized version of the Jupiter 2 prototype. It's also a colloquial, 2 syllable expression often used in this neck of the woods.
This unit has a few refinements such as a removable copper plate that throws the energy right out the top, a pre-programmed mp3 player that plugs directly to the internal mobius coil, an AC wall adapter, and a car adapter. Not shown is the central core made of the same material as the inner torus encasing a 2" DT quartz crystal. I also improved the top orb by adjusting the density and adding a vertical DT crystal.
I was wondering about plugging the mp3 directly to the mobus. In my previous experiments I tapped into the mobius by way of the right and left negative wires going from the ear buds. Reason being, a mobius has little to no resistance and directly plugging into one would be the same as crossing all the speaker wires together. I wouldn't try this on your home stereo without some kind of resistance, but I've had an mp3 plugged directly into this unit for the past week with no problems, no signal degradation, and a strong energy output you can feel across the room.
Jup2 is a custom international order with a price tag of $199 and will be shipped this week.
This is a one-of-a-kind piece of art that functions as a stand alone succor punch that picks up and integrates the users intentions and manifests these intentions into reality. And it's portable.
Isn't that worth 200 bucks?
Sunday, June 05, 2011
it's just a game
Many people believe we pick our parents and potential life path before we're born. We select the parameters, choose an avatar, and get lost in the game as we advance through various levels pursuing whatever the payoff may be. It's just a game, and when it's over we have the option to go for another ride with a whole new set of parameters.
If this is the way things are, and there's reason to believe it is, it means your life is more than birth, death, and a bunch of random stuff that happens in the middle, like a century long drunkards walk. It means you chose your life and designed the conditions to create the personality required for this life-ride. You also chose to not remember any of this in order to totally immerse yourself into this reality of senses, emotions, experiences, and unexpected adventure that makes this game the hit of the universe and all dimensions.
Our memories aren't completely blank. We might get the feeling there's something more to all this and look for answers by employing some of our boredom killing inventions like religion, literature, drugs, amusement parks, TV, midget wrestling, and thousands of other methods used to ferret out the specific information we need at the specific time to advance to the next level.
Looking for meaning but getting lost in the method.
Like the excitement an amnesiac might feel who finds himself in a situation that triggers a fragment of a distant memory, we get high from our man-made metaphors that allow us to recognize fragments of our initial programming. Every trip to the amusement park expands our consciousness by showing us the nature of the game and how we all buy the ticket and take the ride. It's an experience shared by everyone in the park, indicating we're not alone and it's all fun. Computer games are a metaphoric abstract of your initial programming that requires an avatar of your choosing to learn the importance of gaining knowledge by acquiring the proper tools and information to complete the game. Our man-made culture seems to be brimming with coded information in the form of books, movies, TV shows, gum wrappers, billboards, and to a lesser extent, popular music, containing potential clues to your very own personal big picture.
If we designed this life by choosing our parents as our primary programmers, knowing our choice would determine the quality of this life, why would you choose parents that would condition you to become serial killers, mass murderers, or bottom feeders the world would be better off without?
Why do you think Grand Theft Auto sold over 100 million copies world wide?
It's your game, man. Too late to bitch about it now. Relax and enjoy the ride.
If this is the way things are, and there's reason to believe it is, it means your life is more than birth, death, and a bunch of random stuff that happens in the middle, like a century long drunkards walk. It means you chose your life and designed the conditions to create the personality required for this life-ride. You also chose to not remember any of this in order to totally immerse yourself into this reality of senses, emotions, experiences, and unexpected adventure that makes this game the hit of the universe and all dimensions.
Our memories aren't completely blank. We might get the feeling there's something more to all this and look for answers by employing some of our boredom killing inventions like religion, literature, drugs, amusement parks, TV, midget wrestling, and thousands of other methods used to ferret out the specific information we need at the specific time to advance to the next level.
Looking for meaning but getting lost in the method.
Like the excitement an amnesiac might feel who finds himself in a situation that triggers a fragment of a distant memory, we get high from our man-made metaphors that allow us to recognize fragments of our initial programming. Every trip to the amusement park expands our consciousness by showing us the nature of the game and how we all buy the ticket and take the ride. It's an experience shared by everyone in the park, indicating we're not alone and it's all fun. Computer games are a metaphoric abstract of your initial programming that requires an avatar of your choosing to learn the importance of gaining knowledge by acquiring the proper tools and information to complete the game. Our man-made culture seems to be brimming with coded information in the form of books, movies, TV shows, gum wrappers, billboards, and to a lesser extent, popular music, containing potential clues to your very own personal big picture.
If we designed this life by choosing our parents as our primary programmers, knowing our choice would determine the quality of this life, why would you choose parents that would condition you to become serial killers, mass murderers, or bottom feeders the world would be better off without?
Why do you think Grand Theft Auto sold over 100 million copies world wide?
It's your game, man. Too late to bitch about it now. Relax and enjoy the ride.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
weather stuff
This past weekend had just about the nicest weather I could remember for Memorial Day. Sure, it rained every night in the wee hours but the days consisted of blue skies with just enough clouds to make it interesting. I was hoping we'd be threatened by some bad weather so I could try out the modifications I made on my PVC CB, but I guess Earth had other plans.
I worked on a few plans, myself. One of which was a modification to my cone sky cleaner, which has been sitting idle on my front porch for the better part of a year. It's about time for a spring tune up so I cleaned it in fresh water, dried it in the sun, and gave it a coat of shellac as a sealing agent and organic top coating. I added some copper flashing to the bottom of the unit with the tar paper surface down. The idea is the copper will act as a reflector to help drive the energy up through the device while the organic tar backing is grounded to earth.
One problem with this device, or any other type of device that uses pipe crystals, is keeping the water out. You need to keep the crystals insulated and water in the pipes messes everything up. I decided to position the insulated crystal at the top of the pipe and waterproof it with electrical tape. Does it matter what part of the pipe the crystal is in? Will a shorter extension cord give you more electricity?
I tested all my connections for continuity, hooked the mobius leads to the copper and galvanized pipes I pounded in the ground for the earth battery, and fired it up.
It's too soon to tell if my refinements made a difference but each day after I fired this up was sunnier and hotter than the day before and the only rain we had was late night downpours.
Can anyone out there complain about that?
I worked on a few plans, myself. One of which was a modification to my cone sky cleaner, which has been sitting idle on my front porch for the better part of a year. It's about time for a spring tune up so I cleaned it in fresh water, dried it in the sun, and gave it a coat of shellac as a sealing agent and organic top coating. I added some copper flashing to the bottom of the unit with the tar paper surface down. The idea is the copper will act as a reflector to help drive the energy up through the device while the organic tar backing is grounded to earth.
I tested all my connections for continuity, hooked the mobius leads to the copper and galvanized pipes I pounded in the ground for the earth battery, and fired it up.
It's too soon to tell if my refinements made a difference but each day after I fired this up was sunnier and hotter than the day before and the only rain we had was late night downpours.
Can anyone out there complain about that?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
PVC CB pipe modification
1. Organic material attracts orgone energy.
2. Metal attracts orgone energy and repells it in the opposite direction.
Reich's orgone accumulators were made up of layers of organic and inorganic materials with clean metal on the inside and organic material in the outside. This is basic orgone stuff and the foundation of Reich's work. Anyone involved in any kind of orgone research can argree on this.
I immediately thought of the first time I fired up the PVC CB with the field generator and felt the energy field surrounding the steel pipe. At the time, I took it as proof it was working but now I'm wondering how much energy I'm losing through the sides of the pipe compared to the orgone blast out the business end that was powerful enough to bust up all the clouds in a ten mile radius.
I stripped down the PVC CB, cleaned all the parts, and coated the pipe with three coats of shellac and assembled it yesterday morning. (I gave a couple coats to a 4' section of BX tubing, just in case I remember what that particular experiment was all about.) I substituted the bottom plate for a PVC threaded plug, making the whole unit a collection of pre-assembled, modular parts that can be swapped out as easily as changing shirts.
Shellac is a pretty interesting substance. It's not only a natural polymer and thermoplastic, but when dissolved with alcohol blended with ethanol, shellac yields a coating of superior durability and hardness, but flexible enough to coat BX tubing without cracking or chipping off. Sounds perfect for cloudbusting purposes.
The result is a PVC CB with a distinctive orange pipe that should direct close to 100% of it's energy out the top of the pipe, where it's supposed to go in the first place.
Some questions... Why didn't I think of coating my pipes before now? Why hasn't anyone else?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
go back to sleep. everything is ok
I'm curious... Is there anyone out there that thinks everything is ok? Most people I know complain but adapt, as if they have no control over anything. Some people know things are messed up and fight hard to correct it any way they can. Many are in denial and don't have a clue. A special few have the power to change things for the better but lack a plan or aren't aware of the power they possess. There are others out there, that we don't know, who are desperately trying to fix things because they see a shit storm on the horizon aimed directly at them.
I'm of the opinion this universe is the one you created. If that's the case, I either need many years of therapy for the chaos I inflicted, or this is all someone else's doing and these perpetrators are shifting the blame on the victims.
At any rate, it seems the core of all our problems, whether it's financial, personal, spiritual, emotional, or mental, is caused by governments. It doesn't matter that the elite few who rule the world tell the governments what to do. The governments are the visible means of control and it's their policies that keep fucking things up for the whole planet.
Corporatism replaced our representative form of government and the evidence is everywhere. The revolving door between government regulators and corporations is so commonplace you can't tell who is working for who. One day you're FCC pushing through a Comcast NBC merger. The next you're a Comcast lobbyist and no one sees a conflict of interest.
This pretty much explains everything. If corporations can tell the government what to do, they'll rob the treasury because the only thing corporations are interested in is money. If corporations can make more profit on war than peace, you can bet the farm we'll be in perpetual war if they have a say in it. They'll invent reasons for war and you'll believe it because the news media is run by corporations. When corporations make the laws, they're made to protect corporate interests to ensure corporate profits. Does this make the concept "too big to fail" easier to understand?
I know a guy who thinks capitalism is God's gift to America and anyone who wants it can be in the billionaires club and GW Bush did everything the right way. I used to wonder why he chose to labor in a factory instead of being a billionaire. I also wondered why he voted for Reagan.
I wonder if he thinks everything is still ok.
I'm of the opinion this universe is the one you created. If that's the case, I either need many years of therapy for the chaos I inflicted, or this is all someone else's doing and these perpetrators are shifting the blame on the victims.
At any rate, it seems the core of all our problems, whether it's financial, personal, spiritual, emotional, or mental, is caused by governments. It doesn't matter that the elite few who rule the world tell the governments what to do. The governments are the visible means of control and it's their policies that keep fucking things up for the whole planet.
Corporatism replaced our representative form of government and the evidence is everywhere. The revolving door between government regulators and corporations is so commonplace you can't tell who is working for who. One day you're FCC pushing through a Comcast NBC merger. The next you're a Comcast lobbyist and no one sees a conflict of interest.
This pretty much explains everything. If corporations can tell the government what to do, they'll rob the treasury because the only thing corporations are interested in is money. If corporations can make more profit on war than peace, you can bet the farm we'll be in perpetual war if they have a say in it. They'll invent reasons for war and you'll believe it because the news media is run by corporations. When corporations make the laws, they're made to protect corporate interests to ensure corporate profits. Does this make the concept "too big to fail" easier to understand?
I know a guy who thinks capitalism is God's gift to America and anyone who wants it can be in the billionaires club and GW Bush did everything the right way. I used to wonder why he chose to labor in a factory instead of being a billionaire. I also wondered why he voted for Reagan.
I wonder if he thinks everything is still ok.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
riddles
Tuesday morning I heard the radio weatherman forecast the next two days as nice and it got my attention. No mention of highs or lows. Not a word about chances of this or that. No percentages or highs in the low to mid whatever temperature range. "The weather for the next two days will be nice." Period. End of report.
Nice weather is the optimum temperature, humidity, and air circulation humans regard as their only reward for putting up with the frozen winters and sweltering summers of a temperate climate. A nice day means there's no pressure, no schedules, no rushing off to do preplanned activities, and no one can blame you for blowing off a day of work. As opposed to the beautiful day, full of preplanned activities with a secondary objective as a day to remember, a nice day is an impromptu surprise with no future or past to get in the way of your blissful now state.
A perfect day to mow half a lawn, stack a few logs, look at the garden, and make orgonite.
What you see to the left is an inner core made of powdered aluminum, ferrous oxide and resin, containing a 60' mobius coil. The copper tube around it is a modified Lakhovsky coil, filled with water and a few crystals, and sealed at both ends.
Lakhovsky experimented with this coil design in 1924 on ten geranium plants inoculated with a plant cancer. He took one of the ten infected plants and simply fashioned a heavy copper wire in a one loop, open-ended coil about 12" diameter around the center of the plant. By two months the plant was thriving and after three years it remained a robust specimen. The other plants, without the coil, died within 30 days.
It's this Lakhovsky gap concept that makes the PVC CB, with a simple cone HHG and field generator, out perform units with ten times as much mass. It's worth a shot to add an internal coil to this unit and see what happens. Considering orgonite and water have this symbiotic relationship, it's a no-brainer to include water.
The result is a unit with roughly the same mass as Jupiter 2 with an inner core 30% larger. And just like Jupiter 2, it takes a minute or two to feel anything after you fire it up, but when you do, the energy can be felt across the room with no degradation. This is one powerful succor and it's only two thirds completed.
What's that white stuff, you say? That's the enamel from the angel-food cake pan I used for the mold. I got in the habit of using olive oil to keep the resin from sticking to the mold when casting smaller pieces, but these larger ones need more than a light coat. Casting torus shaped units of this size will compress around the center and when they cure you'll need a really good release agent or you'll be tearing the mold off with a hammer and chisel.
Mental note... Vaseline works.
I haven't decided if I should clean off the white stuff or take it as a positive adjustment by the Universe to correct a detail I missed. It's altogether possible bake ware enamel has chemical and physical properties that would benefit the function of this piece, at this stage of construction.
Did the Universe think I needed help with my homework or was I using cheap Chinese bake ware?
What do you think?
Nice weather is the optimum temperature, humidity, and air circulation humans regard as their only reward for putting up with the frozen winters and sweltering summers of a temperate climate. A nice day means there's no pressure, no schedules, no rushing off to do preplanned activities, and no one can blame you for blowing off a day of work. As opposed to the beautiful day, full of preplanned activities with a secondary objective as a day to remember, a nice day is an impromptu surprise with no future or past to get in the way of your blissful now state.
A perfect day to mow half a lawn, stack a few logs, look at the garden, and make orgonite.
Lakhovsky experimented with this coil design in 1924 on ten geranium plants inoculated with a plant cancer. He took one of the ten infected plants and simply fashioned a heavy copper wire in a one loop, open-ended coil about 12" diameter around the center of the plant. By two months the plant was thriving and after three years it remained a robust specimen. The other plants, without the coil, died within 30 days.
It's this Lakhovsky gap concept that makes the PVC CB, with a simple cone HHG and field generator, out perform units with ten times as much mass. It's worth a shot to add an internal coil to this unit and see what happens. Considering orgonite and water have this symbiotic relationship, it's a no-brainer to include water.
What's that white stuff, you say? That's the enamel from the angel-food cake pan I used for the mold. I got in the habit of using olive oil to keep the resin from sticking to the mold when casting smaller pieces, but these larger ones need more than a light coat. Casting torus shaped units of this size will compress around the center and when they cure you'll need a really good release agent or you'll be tearing the mold off with a hammer and chisel.
Mental note... Vaseline works.
I haven't decided if I should clean off the white stuff or take it as a positive adjustment by the Universe to correct a detail I missed. It's altogether possible bake ware enamel has chemical and physical properties that would benefit the function of this piece, at this stage of construction.
Did the Universe think I needed help with my homework or was I using cheap Chinese bake ware?
What do you think?
Friday, May 06, 2011
obama bin laden
Last Wednesday morning I caught Obama on TV with his birth certificate and how he wished to put an end to the silliness and get on with more important issues. A few thoughts went through my mind as I caught a glimpse of the elusive long form birth certificate the prez fought so hard to suppress since the campaign trail.
Why would Obama release a birth certificate he spent close to a million dollars to keep secret? Even more interesting, why would he spend close to a million dollars to hide the single most important document that identifies who he is, only to get on TV half way through his term to show it to the world? Does this guy really feel the simple qualifications to be leader of the free world is silly? What little respect I had for this guy just dropped a few points and I had the feeling he didn't know what he was doing. He looked like an eighteen year old trying to pass a fake id to a bartender for drinks.
There was something familiar about this that looked like a third reel movie plot twist, just before the big car chase and pyrotechnics. The media reported the BC as the real deal, experts examined it and proved it as fake, and the question of BO's birth certificate came to an end when the royal wedding filled the news media for a few days, just in time for the main event.... The death of The Boogie Man, himself... drum roll please....Osama bin Ladin!
No one tells the royals what to do so it stands to reason the timing of these events were designed to defuse the birth certificate fiasco and jack up Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term. This is live political theater at it's choreographed best, and just like live TV, there are lots of outtakes the mainstream media will clean up later. They can easily do it because sheeple believe everything they see on TV and don't remember the news when it first comes out. It's the first reports you need to pay attention to. This is the raw information from the original script before they edit the bloopers.
Let's see... SEAL Team 6 gave Osama a double tap head shot, took some pictures, and his body was dumped in the ocean to prevent his grave-site becoming a shrine. Of course, they HAD to bury his body that day so they wouldn't offend any Muslims.
Hasn't bin Laden been dead since December 2001? This is common knowledge in Washington and an accepted fact in the Middle East but it seems a lot of Americans aren't up on current events, as evidenced by the coast to coast cheers of the brain dead rabble over the assassination of a resurrected boogieman.
Bin Laden's voice was detected regularly until [14 December 2001] by intelligence operatives monitoring radio transmissions in Tora Bora, according to the Pentagon [details]. Since then, nothing has been heard from the al-Qa'eda leader and President Bush has hinted in private that bin Laden's silence could mean he has been killed. [Telegraph, 12/28/2001]
Ok, since bin Laden is now officially dead, I guess we can all relax. Maybe restore habeas corpus, bring the troops back from Iraq and Afghanistan, and get on airplanes without TSA sticking their hands down our pants. Yeah, dream on. Osama's buddies are planning a little payback for killing their leader and they have nuclear weapons buried all over the US, ready to detonate them at a time of their own choosing. We all know this as fact because the TV said so. The media also told us torture, or "enhanced interrogation", got us the information that finally led us to bin Laden's posh resort in Pakistan, surrounded by the Paki version of West Point.
Think about this... torture is now sanctioned as a reliable method of gathering information because we proved it's reliability in finding the guy that created terrorism and wrecked our economy. The same guy we had on ice for ten years, to pull out of the boogieman closet and shake in our faces for one last scare, to usher in a coup de grace to the last remnants of freedoms we're about to lose.
When I saw all those people cheering in front of the White House over the death of a human being, I was ashamed of humanity's lack of spiritual evolution. But then, it was staged by this administration, with the usual cast of extras and displayed by the mainstream media lapdogs, to show how to properly react when a pseudo president murders the bad guy in proxy.
Can't you see you're being played? This soap opera carnival theater is a setup designed to lead you to a place you don't want to go. This is much more than a president's plan to seek a second term. He's following a script written by people who know how to manipulate the masses towards a goal that only they want. And sure as shit, you won't like it when it gets here.
Well, I don't buy it and if you do you're fuckin hopeless.
Please, wake up or stop voting. You're just making a mess of things.
Why would Obama release a birth certificate he spent close to a million dollars to keep secret? Even more interesting, why would he spend close to a million dollars to hide the single most important document that identifies who he is, only to get on TV half way through his term to show it to the world? Does this guy really feel the simple qualifications to be leader of the free world is silly? What little respect I had for this guy just dropped a few points and I had the feeling he didn't know what he was doing. He looked like an eighteen year old trying to pass a fake id to a bartender for drinks.
There was something familiar about this that looked like a third reel movie plot twist, just before the big car chase and pyrotechnics. The media reported the BC as the real deal, experts examined it and proved it as fake, and the question of BO's birth certificate came to an end when the royal wedding filled the news media for a few days, just in time for the main event.... The death of The Boogie Man, himself... drum roll please....Osama bin Ladin!
No one tells the royals what to do so it stands to reason the timing of these events were designed to defuse the birth certificate fiasco and jack up Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term. This is live political theater at it's choreographed best, and just like live TV, there are lots of outtakes the mainstream media will clean up later. They can easily do it because sheeple believe everything they see on TV and don't remember the news when it first comes out. It's the first reports you need to pay attention to. This is the raw information from the original script before they edit the bloopers.
Let's see... SEAL Team 6 gave Osama a double tap head shot, took some pictures, and his body was dumped in the ocean to prevent his grave-site becoming a shrine. Of course, they HAD to bury his body that day so they wouldn't offend any Muslims.
Hasn't bin Laden been dead since December 2001? This is common knowledge in Washington and an accepted fact in the Middle East but it seems a lot of Americans aren't up on current events, as evidenced by the coast to coast cheers of the brain dead rabble over the assassination of a resurrected boogieman.
Bin Laden's voice was detected regularly until [14 December 2001] by intelligence operatives monitoring radio transmissions in Tora Bora, according to the Pentagon [details]. Since then, nothing has been heard from the al-Qa'eda leader and President Bush has hinted in private that bin Laden's silence could mean he has been killed. [Telegraph, 12/28/2001]
Ok, since bin Laden is now officially dead, I guess we can all relax. Maybe restore habeas corpus, bring the troops back from Iraq and Afghanistan, and get on airplanes without TSA sticking their hands down our pants. Yeah, dream on. Osama's buddies are planning a little payback for killing their leader and they have nuclear weapons buried all over the US, ready to detonate them at a time of their own choosing. We all know this as fact because the TV said so. The media also told us torture, or "enhanced interrogation", got us the information that finally led us to bin Laden's posh resort in Pakistan, surrounded by the Paki version of West Point.
Think about this... torture is now sanctioned as a reliable method of gathering information because we proved it's reliability in finding the guy that created terrorism and wrecked our economy. The same guy we had on ice for ten years, to pull out of the boogieman closet and shake in our faces for one last scare, to usher in a coup de grace to the last remnants of freedoms we're about to lose.
When I saw all those people cheering in front of the White House over the death of a human being, I was ashamed of humanity's lack of spiritual evolution. But then, it was staged by this administration, with the usual cast of extras and displayed by the mainstream media lapdogs, to show how to properly react when a pseudo president murders the bad guy in proxy.
Can't you see you're being played? This soap opera carnival theater is a setup designed to lead you to a place you don't want to go. This is much more than a president's plan to seek a second term. He's following a script written by people who know how to manipulate the masses towards a goal that only they want. And sure as shit, you won't like it when it gets here.
Well, I don't buy it and if you do you're fuckin hopeless.
Please, wake up or stop voting. You're just making a mess of things.
Monday, April 25, 2011
end game
I was twelve years old when my father got me interested in chess. About three times a week he would bring out the chess board and we'd play a few games at the dining room table. I knew how to play the game but he knew how to play it better and kicked my ass every time. Chess is a game of tactics and strategy that involves maneuvering your pieces in a long range strategy while concentrating on immediate maneuvers of attack and defense. My opening and middlegame abilities were slightly less than my father's but it was my weak endgame that always did me in.
I knew it was a learning experience and the only way to improve your game is by playing someone better than you, but I was getting tired of losing. I decided to do something about it.
The next day I had a talk with one of the guys in the chess club and told him I needed something to beat an experienced player. We set up the board, discussed tactics and he showed me a strategy for a six move checkmate.
That night I challenged my father to a game and he promptly accepted. Let's bet on it, I said. Twenty bucks. He smiled and said, "ok" We set up the board, did the opening and middlegame, and got my ass kicked, as usual, in the final round. Acting like a sore loser, I demanded a rematch and double the bet. "If that's what you want," he said. I guess he figured it was good for my character to pay him 40 bucks so he smiled and we set up the board again. This time, I did my opening and put him in checkmate in six moves. I was counting my money while he studied the board in shock and disbelief that his twelve year old son not only clobbered him in six moves but hustled him like Paul Newman.
I see the same scenario in the Middle East. It's not a chance occurrence all these Middle Eastern countries are in a state of revolution. This isn't the beaten down masses rising together to bring down the dictator du jour. Clearly, this is an endgame move culminating from strategy made years ago by people who know how to play the game. It all sounds like a universal cry for freedom but that's part of the strategy. A revolution can't succeed without lots of support and if the dictator doesn't step down quick enough, the support comes from another country in the form of no fly zones, drone aircraft and military intervention. Just ask Kadaffi or Gaddafi or Qaddafi or whatever his name is.
I should point out that I'm only a fair chess player and my victory required advice from someone well versed in that area.
Obama isn't a chess player but his Middle East gamesmanship has Zbigniew Brzezinski's finger prints all over it.
The difference is my adviser didn't use me as a facilitator in his chess game of world control.
I wonder what country will enforce no-fly rules over the USA when the revolution takes to the streets.
I knew it was a learning experience and the only way to improve your game is by playing someone better than you, but I was getting tired of losing. I decided to do something about it.
The next day I had a talk with one of the guys in the chess club and told him I needed something to beat an experienced player. We set up the board, discussed tactics and he showed me a strategy for a six move checkmate.
That night I challenged my father to a game and he promptly accepted. Let's bet on it, I said. Twenty bucks. He smiled and said, "ok" We set up the board, did the opening and middlegame, and got my ass kicked, as usual, in the final round. Acting like a sore loser, I demanded a rematch and double the bet. "If that's what you want," he said. I guess he figured it was good for my character to pay him 40 bucks so he smiled and we set up the board again. This time, I did my opening and put him in checkmate in six moves. I was counting my money while he studied the board in shock and disbelief that his twelve year old son not only clobbered him in six moves but hustled him like Paul Newman.
I see the same scenario in the Middle East. It's not a chance occurrence all these Middle Eastern countries are in a state of revolution. This isn't the beaten down masses rising together to bring down the dictator du jour. Clearly, this is an endgame move culminating from strategy made years ago by people who know how to play the game. It all sounds like a universal cry for freedom but that's part of the strategy. A revolution can't succeed without lots of support and if the dictator doesn't step down quick enough, the support comes from another country in the form of no fly zones, drone aircraft and military intervention. Just ask Kadaffi or Gaddafi or Qaddafi or whatever his name is.
I should point out that I'm only a fair chess player and my victory required advice from someone well versed in that area.
Obama isn't a chess player but his Middle East gamesmanship has Zbigniew Brzezinski's finger prints all over it.
The difference is my adviser didn't use me as a facilitator in his chess game of world control.
I wonder what country will enforce no-fly rules over the USA when the revolution takes to the streets.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
hindsight is always 20/20
The construction is a basic HHG with density gradations, only this one has a core of very high density orgonite in a pyramid shape with a single DT crystal. Just below the pyramid is a chunk of lapis and some hematite and below that are four DT crystals at the compass points.
Earlier, I made several pyramids with a round core of denser material that just didn't work. Even with a powered mobius these things just wouldn't fly. I figured the powered orb center would drive the medium orgonite and the pyramid shape would direct the energy. Alas, these things ended up on my coffee table as a constant reminder that it's an imperfect world and failures exist.
It's the shape that directs the energy and I began thinking about encasing a pyramid core in medium density orgonite in a wine glass mold. The wine glass shape sends the energy out the top in a fairly wide, directed field. Perfect for putting under your bed to see how it affects your dreams and sleep patterns. I have no idea why I was fixated on the pyramid core, or even thought about how the combination of shapes is completely opposite of the previously mentioned failure, but it paid off and this unit severely kicks ass.
As soon as I poured the second unit I could feel the distinctive tingle of energy that only the larger powered devices produced and I knew I was on the right track. I think I can improve this design by adjusting the densities with the low density orgonite at the top to increasingly higher densities to the base.
It seems the previous pyramid failure turned into a necessary step forward.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
to bend like the reed in the wind
Four bucks a gallon? What is this, Europe?
What can we do about it? Nothing. Just ride it out and get more credit cards for gas and food. We eat and drive too much as it is. Maybe if we walk more and eat less our collective obesity and depression rates will drop and we can save even more money by not needing all those antidepressants to keep us artificially happy. We might even start walking to farmers markets for locally grown produce and learn to cook instead of nuking processed, corn-fed, chemical laden crap in the microwave.
Don't expect Washington to do anything about this. Don't plead with the oil companies. Don't go for the belief that Canadian oil in the pipelines will lower the cost of fuel. Not all of the oil companies get their oil from the Saudis but they all hike their prices at the same rate, at the same time. It's a double edge sword of greed and control that's slicing us to pieces and the guys in control won't give up any of it unless they're told to do so. The federal government, greedy bastards that they are, are already addicted to the higher taxes from fuel and food and they see this as a sure way to constantly milk the unwashed masses more each day because we have no choice. We have to drive. We have to eat.
I see all this as the last gasp of a dieing economic system, holding hostage the things we're lead to believe are necessary for our survival, with not enough to go around as the rationale we're all brainwashed to accept.
It goes like this... Last December gas hit $3 a gallon and we were grateful it wasn't $4. Four months later gas hit $4 a gallon and we still fill our tanks because it's not $5 yet. We pay two dollars for a 16oz bottle of water that makes the price of gas look like a bargain, so we go to Walmart and buy shit made in China, that we don't need, because we don't go anywhere but home and work. That is, if you still have a job. Just wait til they have the same control over water.
I say fuck it. Let the prices go to twenty bucks a gallon. It'll only bring the system to a screeching halt when a one way ticket from New York to Detroit costs $15,000 because you'll be the only one on the plane. Grocery stores will go under if California iceberg lettuce costs $10 a head, unless they sell only locally grown food. Walmart will be forced to cut China loose or file chapter 11.
Me? I'll ride my donkey to the farmer's market and get my produce with tax-free cash or barter, at cost.
We should learn to emulate Winnie-the-Pooh... to focus on simply being, rather than worry about doing. It is better to bend like a reed with the currents of life, accepting and flowing with life's vicissitudes. A staunch tree that tries to stand up to the currents will break when faced with a sufficiently strong gust of wind.
"To bend like the reed in the wind, that is the real strength" -- Taoist proverb
What can we do about it? Nothing. Just ride it out and get more credit cards for gas and food. We eat and drive too much as it is. Maybe if we walk more and eat less our collective obesity and depression rates will drop and we can save even more money by not needing all those antidepressants to keep us artificially happy. We might even start walking to farmers markets for locally grown produce and learn to cook instead of nuking processed, corn-fed, chemical laden crap in the microwave.
Don't expect Washington to do anything about this. Don't plead with the oil companies. Don't go for the belief that Canadian oil in the pipelines will lower the cost of fuel. Not all of the oil companies get their oil from the Saudis but they all hike their prices at the same rate, at the same time. It's a double edge sword of greed and control that's slicing us to pieces and the guys in control won't give up any of it unless they're told to do so. The federal government, greedy bastards that they are, are already addicted to the higher taxes from fuel and food and they see this as a sure way to constantly milk the unwashed masses more each day because we have no choice. We have to drive. We have to eat.
I see all this as the last gasp of a dieing economic system, holding hostage the things we're lead to believe are necessary for our survival, with not enough to go around as the rationale we're all brainwashed to accept.
It goes like this... Last December gas hit $3 a gallon and we were grateful it wasn't $4. Four months later gas hit $4 a gallon and we still fill our tanks because it's not $5 yet. We pay two dollars for a 16oz bottle of water that makes the price of gas look like a bargain, so we go to Walmart and buy shit made in China, that we don't need, because we don't go anywhere but home and work. That is, if you still have a job. Just wait til they have the same control over water.
I say fuck it. Let the prices go to twenty bucks a gallon. It'll only bring the system to a screeching halt when a one way ticket from New York to Detroit costs $15,000 because you'll be the only one on the plane. Grocery stores will go under if California iceberg lettuce costs $10 a head, unless they sell only locally grown food. Walmart will be forced to cut China loose or file chapter 11.
Me? I'll ride my donkey to the farmer's market and get my produce with tax-free cash or barter, at cost.
We should learn to emulate Winnie-the-Pooh... to focus on simply being, rather than worry about doing. It is better to bend like a reed with the currents of life, accepting and flowing with life's vicissitudes. A staunch tree that tries to stand up to the currents will break when faced with a sufficiently strong gust of wind.
"To bend like the reed in the wind, that is the real strength" -- Taoist proverb
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
hope and change
A couple years ago I suggested stockpiling enough food to keep you and yours going for nine months. At the time, I thought nine months was a long stretch but after reading how Europe wants their people to stop consuming milk and vegetables because of the radiation entering their food chain, I guess nine months is just about right. It's not just Europe but the U.S. east coast has been showing some abnormal radiation readings and milk from grass fed cows are testing radioactive. It's just a matter of time before our whole food supply is contaminated.
CRIIRAD, the French research authority on radioactivity, is now warning expectant mothers and young children to avoid drinking milk or rainwater. They should also avoid certain types of vegetables and cheese due to the dangerously high levels of radiation they may contain thanks to the radioactive fallout spreading across the globe, thanks to the Fukushima disaster in Japan last month.
On the other hand, the U.S. is having an economic meltdown and I'm hard pressed to guess which meltdown is worse. Last Friday we avoided a government shutdown at the eleventh hour. Yawn.....
This theater they put on is just as scripted as professional wrestling and everyone knows how it'll turn out but the unwashed masses who are convinced the major fuckups in congress are really trying to do what's right for the American people. I have two words to say to that... Bull SHIT! These guys are either brain dead morons or they're purposely and systematically trying to ruin this country and take everyone with them. The law of averages say that flipping a coin will give you positive results half the time. These guys haven't done one, single positive thing in a decade and we let these spendaholic buffoons in charge of the economy? We may as well let an army of junkies in charge of our heroin because these guys don't know the meaning of moderation, let alone cutting back. In the real world, these guys should all be executed for treason.
Needless to say, all this crap brought me down so I decided to do something about it so I bought a case of evaporated milk, went shopping for Geiger counters, scored a few bottles of potassium iodide, and decided to renew my carry permit.
As I walked into the sheriff's office the deputy said, "gun permit?" and handed me a clipboard with about twenty names, all of which specified gun permit as the reason. I was number twenty one and it was only 2pm. There was a cute blond getting her picture taken and her dad was next, followed by me. A few minutes later another guy came in and then an elderly lady. An interesting cross section of small town voters, all with one thing in common... We came to exercise our second amendment rights to carry a concealed weapon.
I asked the deputy if this many people applying for carry permits is common and he said, "Today it's been slow and steady." He quickly mentioned it was pretty hectic all last week. I figured the slow and steady day might supply less than 50 people with permits. Hectic might mean 50 or more but a quick calculation gave me the impression there were about 250 people in any given week getting carry permits from this office alone. Just before I left, I asked him one, last question... How do you feel about all these people legally packing as they go about their daily business? He smiled and said, "It's great." I don't think he meant his job was secure by processing an endless stream of paperwork but rather liked the idea that regular people were becoming proactive with a need to protect themselves, instead of letting the nanny state do it for them, after the fact.
It's reassuring to know The Oath Keepers was started by a group of sheriffs.
I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism
CRIIRAD, the French research authority on radioactivity, is now warning expectant mothers and young children to avoid drinking milk or rainwater. They should also avoid certain types of vegetables and cheese due to the dangerously high levels of radiation they may contain thanks to the radioactive fallout spreading across the globe, thanks to the Fukushima disaster in Japan last month.
On the other hand, the U.S. is having an economic meltdown and I'm hard pressed to guess which meltdown is worse. Last Friday we avoided a government shutdown at the eleventh hour. Yawn.....
This theater they put on is just as scripted as professional wrestling and everyone knows how it'll turn out but the unwashed masses who are convinced the major fuckups in congress are really trying to do what's right for the American people. I have two words to say to that... Bull SHIT! These guys are either brain dead morons or they're purposely and systematically trying to ruin this country and take everyone with them. The law of averages say that flipping a coin will give you positive results half the time. These guys haven't done one, single positive thing in a decade and we let these spendaholic buffoons in charge of the economy? We may as well let an army of junkies in charge of our heroin because these guys don't know the meaning of moderation, let alone cutting back. In the real world, these guys should all be executed for treason.
Needless to say, all this crap brought me down so I decided to do something about it so I bought a case of evaporated milk, went shopping for Geiger counters, scored a few bottles of potassium iodide, and decided to renew my carry permit.
As I walked into the sheriff's office the deputy said, "gun permit?" and handed me a clipboard with about twenty names, all of which specified gun permit as the reason. I was number twenty one and it was only 2pm. There was a cute blond getting her picture taken and her dad was next, followed by me. A few minutes later another guy came in and then an elderly lady. An interesting cross section of small town voters, all with one thing in common... We came to exercise our second amendment rights to carry a concealed weapon.
I asked the deputy if this many people applying for carry permits is common and he said, "Today it's been slow and steady." He quickly mentioned it was pretty hectic all last week. I figured the slow and steady day might supply less than 50 people with permits. Hectic might mean 50 or more but a quick calculation gave me the impression there were about 250 people in any given week getting carry permits from this office alone. Just before I left, I asked him one, last question... How do you feel about all these people legally packing as they go about their daily business? He smiled and said, "It's great." I don't think he meant his job was secure by processing an endless stream of paperwork but rather liked the idea that regular people were becoming proactive with a need to protect themselves, instead of letting the nanny state do it for them, after the fact.
It's reassuring to know The Oath Keepers was started by a group of sheriffs.
I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
purpose
"Not only to see and find the Divine in oneself, but to see and find the Divine in all, not only to seek one's own individual liberation and perfection, but to seek the liberation and perfection of others is the complete law of the spiritual being."
-Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950)
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
animals
On my way down the driveway, I was compelled to slow down and look behind the large pine at the north edge of the property, to see a ringneck watching me as he calmly strolled around. By calm, I mean Hindu cow calm and not the least bit bothered by my appearance. As I reached for my camera, I got the impression this wasn't a chance encounter but an encounter by design. The pheasant was there to see me and to be seen by me.
This wasn't the first time a wild animal wandered into my space displaying a complete absence of fear. It happens quite a bit, in fact. Six years ago, a similar pheasant spent a few weeks wandering the property and every dawn we'd hear him yelling from his perch on the rock wall behind the house. Later that year, a coyote shacked up in the hay barn for a week with a single deer outside the entrance acting as a sentry/companion until they both left. Last year we ran into a turkey hen in the woods who followed us through the meadow, chatting in loud turkey talk, as if she had something important to tell us. She'd visit the back yard from time to time that summer, always alone, always making eye contact, and always trying to say something. Then, wander off to take a dirt bath in the field or disappear in the woods. The deer twins show up quite often and last year we watched them stroll past the front porch, munching on winter wheat and not a bit bothered that there were two humans, a dog and a cat watching them less than ten yards away. They had whole fields to roam and munch on but chose to linger close to their ancestral predators in a complete state of ease and contentment. The other day I saw a red tail hawk sitting along side the driveway, watching me drive past. Eight hours later, I came back to see the same hawk in the same place along the road. As soon as it saw me it turned and took flight in a leisurely glide as if to show me it was perfectly capable of flight and grounding itself was a matter of choice. Most recently, a single Canada goose calmly watched me through the kitchen window as I did the dishes. Canada geese mate for life and are constantly together but this one chose to leave her mate at the pond while she came for a visit.
Now, if it was a flock of turkeys, soaring hawks, skittish deer, or the goose family going for a stroll it wouldn't be out of the ordinary but every now and then I notice one of these creatures display behaviors that are unusual, to say the least.
Native Americans took note of animal behavior and believed various animals would appear as spirit guides to help you along your life path. Each animal represents characteristics specific to what you need to know at that point in time, and understanding what they're trying to say is like taking an open book test. Imagine Saint Jude appearing before you, frantically speaking in Aramaic.
Theoretically, these Earth animals that show up could quite possibly be messengers from a parallel universe, showing themselves to you in archetypes relative to the information you're looking for.
A pheasant is a hardy bird that symbolizes warning and concealment and teaches about fertility and sexuality. It feeds on grasses and grains. A turkey is a symbol of sacrifice and giver of life. The hawk, primal life force, fulfilling your souls purpose, the teaching of higher expression of psychic ability and vision, the big picture. I won't get into every archetype but you get the picture. It's like learning math from a math teacher instead of someone skilled in history.
So, what did I learn from all this? Maybe the hawk implied I don't have to stay in the clouds and I should ground myself from time to time. The turkey might be saying I should give a little more of myself. The pheasant might be suggesting I focus more on my love life and eat more grains. As for the deer and coyote... It seems the barnyard theater of predator/prey non-compliance they performed pointed out how even natural enemies could not only coexist but trust each other to the point where the deer protected the coyote, keeping it safe until it was able to leave.
I'm aware many people don't get any of this and think I might be stretching the bounds of reality by implying various woodland creatures are delivering personal messages from a parallel universe. If that's the way you really feel, let me remind you 2012 is right around the corner, accompanied by some heavy changes, and if ya don't wake up and get with the program, you'll be ill equipped coping with the new reality you were born to be part of.
Like it or not, we're all in this together. Only stupid people fight in a burning house.
Can ya dig it?
Now, if it was a flock of turkeys, soaring hawks, skittish deer, or the goose family going for a stroll it wouldn't be out of the ordinary but every now and then I notice one of these creatures display behaviors that are unusual, to say the least.
Native Americans took note of animal behavior and believed various animals would appear as spirit guides to help you along your life path. Each animal represents characteristics specific to what you need to know at that point in time, and understanding what they're trying to say is like taking an open book test. Imagine Saint Jude appearing before you, frantically speaking in Aramaic.
Theoretically, these Earth animals that show up could quite possibly be messengers from a parallel universe, showing themselves to you in archetypes relative to the information you're looking for.
A pheasant is a hardy bird that symbolizes warning and concealment and teaches about fertility and sexuality. It feeds on grasses and grains. A turkey is a symbol of sacrifice and giver of life. The hawk, primal life force, fulfilling your souls purpose, the teaching of higher expression of psychic ability and vision, the big picture. I won't get into every archetype but you get the picture. It's like learning math from a math teacher instead of someone skilled in history.
So, what did I learn from all this? Maybe the hawk implied I don't have to stay in the clouds and I should ground myself from time to time. The turkey might be saying I should give a little more of myself. The pheasant might be suggesting I focus more on my love life and eat more grains. As for the deer and coyote... It seems the barnyard theater of predator/prey non-compliance they performed pointed out how even natural enemies could not only coexist but trust each other to the point where the deer protected the coyote, keeping it safe until it was able to leave.
I'm aware many people don't get any of this and think I might be stretching the bounds of reality by implying various woodland creatures are delivering personal messages from a parallel universe. If that's the way you really feel, let me remind you 2012 is right around the corner, accompanied by some heavy changes, and if ya don't wake up and get with the program, you'll be ill equipped coping with the new reality you were born to be part of.
Like it or not, we're all in this together. Only stupid people fight in a burning house.
Can ya dig it?
Sunday, April 03, 2011
sometimes less is more
Imagine losing everything. Not just your car keys but your car, your home, your job, your phone, your wardrobe, your bank account, your ipod, and everything else that defines you as the person you believe you are. Can you imagine experiencing total loss?
Most people on this planet don't have to imagine total loss. Ownership of a few meager possessions has been the norm for the vast majority of humans, and the occasional loss of those possessions is an accepted part of their life cycle. Gain a little, lose a little, life goes on just as it has for countless generations of humans.
Of course, you can't miss what you never had. The more you possess, the more you stand to lose, and the more terrifying the concept of total loss can be. Simply put, the things you own end up owning you.
If you want to control the masses, give them more to possess, make them believe they can't live without them, and take them away if they get out of line. It's the carrot and stick on a larger scale.
This system of control has been around for a long time and it's so embedded in our collective conscientiousness that life without constant amusement is unthinkable. Food, clothing and shelter have been effectively augmented with TV, ipods, cell phones, climate control, and rapid transportation as requirements of modern life that can be taken away by the very system you bought them from.
Our fear of losing our stuff is the primary reason we do what we do. We work jobs we don't like and buy things we don't need to fill up our larger-than-we-need houses, that we'll never own, in a feeble attempt to convince ourselves that spending our hard earned paychecks on buying and protecting all this worthless crap is the true path to happiness.
As I said, the more you have, the more terrifying it is to lose it. Now, who has more to lose than the top 2% who rely on this system for their own personal survival? They invented this system so that you can spend your life working very hard to provide them with possessions like power, control, and world ownership. They've been doing it for so long they can't imagine not having complete control over the whole planet and everything on it. Wouldn't their loss be more profound to them than your car being repossessed or your home going into foreclosure? You bet it is and it scares them shitless that people are finally waking up to what they've been up to all this time. They're protecting their assets the only way they know how. By tightening control, replacing leaders of foreign countries with their own puppets, the systematic destruction of healthy economies to secure natural resources, coercing governments to make and enforce ridicules rules that enrich a few and cause misery for the many, creating opposition and hatred between ethnic, cultural, religious, and social groups through mass media as a smokescreen to hide their true agenda, not to mention countless wars and millions of lives lost and ruined.
Here's a thought... What goes around, comes around. The laws of karma dictate that all debts are paid and all wrongs are righted and there's a heavy karmic debt that needs to be rectified before we advance as a species.
I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good.
Most people on this planet don't have to imagine total loss. Ownership of a few meager possessions has been the norm for the vast majority of humans, and the occasional loss of those possessions is an accepted part of their life cycle. Gain a little, lose a little, life goes on just as it has for countless generations of humans.
Of course, you can't miss what you never had. The more you possess, the more you stand to lose, and the more terrifying the concept of total loss can be. Simply put, the things you own end up owning you.
If you want to control the masses, give them more to possess, make them believe they can't live without them, and take them away if they get out of line. It's the carrot and stick on a larger scale.
This system of control has been around for a long time and it's so embedded in our collective conscientiousness that life without constant amusement is unthinkable. Food, clothing and shelter have been effectively augmented with TV, ipods, cell phones, climate control, and rapid transportation as requirements of modern life that can be taken away by the very system you bought them from.
Our fear of losing our stuff is the primary reason we do what we do. We work jobs we don't like and buy things we don't need to fill up our larger-than-we-need houses, that we'll never own, in a feeble attempt to convince ourselves that spending our hard earned paychecks on buying and protecting all this worthless crap is the true path to happiness.
As I said, the more you have, the more terrifying it is to lose it. Now, who has more to lose than the top 2% who rely on this system for their own personal survival? They invented this system so that you can spend your life working very hard to provide them with possessions like power, control, and world ownership. They've been doing it for so long they can't imagine not having complete control over the whole planet and everything on it. Wouldn't their loss be more profound to them than your car being repossessed or your home going into foreclosure? You bet it is and it scares them shitless that people are finally waking up to what they've been up to all this time. They're protecting their assets the only way they know how. By tightening control, replacing leaders of foreign countries with their own puppets, the systematic destruction of healthy economies to secure natural resources, coercing governments to make and enforce ridicules rules that enrich a few and cause misery for the many, creating opposition and hatred between ethnic, cultural, religious, and social groups through mass media as a smokescreen to hide their true agenda, not to mention countless wars and millions of lives lost and ruined.
Here's a thought... What goes around, comes around. The laws of karma dictate that all debts are paid and all wrongs are righted and there's a heavy karmic debt that needs to be rectified before we advance as a species.
I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good.
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