Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Ridden Hard and Put Away Dead.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Heavens to Murgatroid (never been there), I have never seen a time so consistently unpredictable and which went on for such a long time. Every time I think I am headed somewhere, I'm not, or I'm not yet. I was practically out the door here recently when it was explained to me (obviously in convincing fashion) that I shouldn't just throw away what is possible for me here; that being to take a course (already registered) that was conveniently starting very soon and to then get permanent residence status throughout the EU...

What I am thinking is that something is slated to happen in the next 2.5 months and that whatever it is, it impacts on me here or... me there and how can I be in two places at once when I am nowhere at all?

Mr Apocalypse is seriously rocking out. It appears that an ancient mystery has been solved and as is more and more increasingly the case, the culprit is a Tribe member. It has gotten to where when any kind of notorious or major crime is committed it is the exception when it is not one of them.

This is Origami so we are not going to hit you up with a bunch of links but one link should be prominently displayed regardless of which blog we are in and this is it. If there is anyone else like Lasha Darkmoon around I am unaware of her. She's kind of like my soulmate in a genre sense. More and more, the few, the proud, the brave (the real marines) are hammering away at the global denial about who did what when. We are not to be stopped. Lead, follow or... yeah, you know.

So... I'm here for a bit but I am gone after that. Right, Vis, you know all about it eh? Not! In any case I do expect to be standing under a mango tree prior to Christmas. Why the delay? Why the wait? FIIK. Sorry about the shorthand swearing but I'm standing here at the corner of Shit and Go Blind with no toilet paper and a white cane. I'm supposed to have a dog but I don't see him anywhere (obviously).

Today I got in my car and programmed the GPS for this town where the school is. It took me in what I thought was the wrong direction but... what do I know? It takes me into the wrong town, into the middle of the town and then tells me I've arrived at my destination. Suffice to say that I turned around and drove without the damn thing. It only cost me about 50 kilometres. So there's a reason for that too right? I'll never know what that reason was. I could swear I was being jerked around but... that couldn't be, could it? After all... the ineffable controls everything and everything that happens happens for a good reason right? Lately I have really been getting the feeling, for some time actually, where it really, really looks like I am being jerked around. It's like someone gave the ineffable some bad drugs or... the ineffable just checked out and said, “Okay, you clowns can have the scene, I'm done here.” Maybe someone kidnapped the ineffable. Maybe the ineffable is at Guantanamo; Guantanamerea guajira guantanamojo or... the ineffable is doing one of those periodic things that he likes to do where he pretends he doesn't know who he is any more and sets off on one of those escapades to find himself.

Yes... I am attempting to put a brave and happy face on the whole affair. What else can I do? I'm just not that comfortable sitting slumped over with my head in my hands. It doesn't work for me. Luckily I am often reminded of how bad it could be, how bad I happen to know it is for so many and then there are millions who are better off than me, relatively speaking but they don't have the relationships that I do (or thought I did, grin) and I wouldn't trade them ( presuming I have them) for free and full access to all of the wonders and attractions of the material place. I just wouldn't.

There was pretty much no summer to speak of but now... summer is here. It looks to be a glorious Fall. I hope it's kicking in for all of you. We're on a knife edge folks. I watch the creep of rising prices that seem to accelerate upward by the day. I hear ominous things. I watch the trends and I keep in mind the kind of creatures we are dealing with, like the CEO of Nestles, who insists that water should not be a public right and that it should be privatized. He's said worse and he's done worse and he's going to a very bad place but for the moment, he and his ilk are habitations of demons and causing a great deal of strife and stress (all over) and taking an exultant joy from the process.

I keep thinking of that 'twinkling of an eye' thing. I keep being reminded of that parable about two men working in a field and one is taken and one is left; two women walking somewhere and one is taken and one is left. I keep thinking about portals and apertures and hyper dimensional shifts of the instantaneous kind. Everything (around here) seems to be going on in a normal fashion. You get no sense in the eyes of others that any type of critical mass is on the way. I pick up no collective vibe. People are more distracted and rude than they've been but I can understand that. However... however the unseen but palpable vibration that acts upon me... and for all I know, everyone amenable to it, is able to discharge the concentrated and intense negativity that hammers down on me every day. No matter what sort of a state of loss, uncertainty or doubt that I go to sleep with on any given night... in the morning none of it is there. I find myself, without even thinking about it, speaking with the divine as soon as I wake. I find myself positive and optimistic, no matter what kind of bad news (seeming bad news) that I get at any given time, it fades away or fails to return the way these things are notorious for doing over and over and over.

There is nothing I am personally doing that is inhibiting the effects of global negativity on my person and my consciousness. Even when it hits me in an unguarded moment and a cascade of past images of past losses and defeats, steams forward to verify how bad things have been for so long... it just goes away. Yeah... these things keep happening but... it goes nowhere. Last night I said, “screw all this jumping through hoops trying to manage my existence here, trying to find a reasonably priced place to stay, while I grind out certain academic commitments of unproven value.” Today, except for one consideration, it was all solved overnight.

I've never seen a time when I felt so close to the breaking point for so long. It took me awhile to realize that occult forces were being employed against me. I never felt like I was important enough to go through the trouble for but... by this time and after all the things that happened, which have no viable reason or justification for happening, I'm left with that Sherlock Holmes quote again. “Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

I now believe that there are some number of black hats in some number of rooms and in every one there is a list of names that get added into the incantations. Black astral smoke ushers out of the vents in these rooms and then climbs up into the air and rides the winds the way we might switch trains in the process of getting somewhere (as if). We've heard that all wars are economically inspired. What we don't often hear is that all wars are magically orchestrated. Back in the 60s there was a book called,”The Morning of the Magicians.” It was a tad sensational but... there were many things that rang the bell as well. Somewhere around the same time a man named Vance Packard came out with a book called “the Hidden Persuaders.” Certainly Madison Ave (666 Madison Ave?) and the shaping of consciousness and perspective by media is a form of magic. Deception is a magical art of sorts. The same people who use deception to sell people crap also use it to wage war.

Marshall McLuhan wrote “The Medium is the Massage” and that has proven prophetic, just as Eric Hoffer's “The True Believer” has proven prescient about religious hucksterism and fundie think. Today, the internet is awash with all kinds of gems of truth glittering in a vast sea of bullshit and calculated lies designed for simple minds overwhelmed by the challenges of appetite.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of Israel's attack on the USA, in conjunction with compromised and corrupt intelligence services. It was a true day of infamy and all of the terrible changes that have made life such a labor and a burden, instead of a joy, have come out of this event. In fact, the event was designed for this very purpose. For some reason, they haven't managed to create their desired police state, or their dream module, an American gulag similar to what they did in Russia when they killed tens of millions of Russian Christians. Then...typical of their relentless disinfo campaign upon those they consider lower life forms, they turned that truth around and into a loathsome charade about saving the poor Russian Jew. Until people wake up they are going to be the perpetual victims of this professional victim industry. I choose not to live in ignorance. I choose to accept the responsibility of knowing, when it is possible to know. I choose to bear the censure and blackballing of all my artistic efforts from every mainstream avenue in existence. The truth is, I have to live with myself. People can try their damnedest to hide the truth from themselves but the truth is not acquiescent in these things and it will activate your conscience as a devoted enemy of your peace of mind. Some may feel that enduring this is bearable given the return on their investment in the kingdom of lies. Some have murdered their conscience or never had one, which is one of the benefits of psychopathy but... lacking a reminder that 'the bridge is out' does not also repair the bridge ahead of your arrival. The bridge is still out.

I've come to terms with the possibility that my existence will be ridden hard and put away dead; that it could well simply continue as an exercise in perpetual strife all the way up to and through the door. Once you have come so far along the way, there is no other way; no other way you can come to comfortable terms with. Then again, the sun might just decide to break into my life in some enduring and beautiful way and never (seem to) turn its face from me again. I've heard that these things happen now and then. We'll see what happens when the next reel goes into the projector.


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