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<a href="http://rawdatarubbedraw.blogspot.com/">Prying Open My Third Eye</a> is the links blogpsychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-38597160931355069912010-05-05T15:32:00.000-07:002010-05-15T10:34:09.688-07:00The Murder of the Gulf and the Death of the World<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >1. A Knife in the Planet's Jugular</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qT0CFS-uGMxwSMYIqqcsW5v3BmyPO1TamTCrKw0CtvC7dasxg9vWvDf791hBUvCr56zFBWoOdOkgP4Eb5pMWGBEseUw9lJLSj75HiOPeEwZQYthYSfKtO9kWMDqahXeGYOkInp29aXpp/s1600/gulfspill.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qT0CFS-uGMxwSMYIqqcsW5v3BmyPO1TamTCrKw0CtvC7dasxg9vWvDf791hBUvCr56zFBWoOdOkgP4Eb5pMWGBEseUw9lJLSj75HiOPeEwZQYthYSfKtO9kWMDqahXeGYOkInp29aXpp/s320/gulfspill.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471549637853659138" border="0" /></a>The blood of the Earth is gushing into the Gulf of Mexico, one of the world's largest deposits draining as fast as it can through one of the biggest holes we're capable of drilling. This is like the Titanic of oil 'spills', much worse than the Exxon Valdez because at least a supertanker only spills once. This wound is pumping out a supertanker every four days or so and it <a href="http://www.grist.org/article/2010-05-12-from-above-and-below-gulf-oil-leak-looks-bad-on-video/">just keeps coming</a>. It's a fair bet that with the amount that's already spewed out, the Gulf of Mexico is already dead. The Caribbean might not be such a hot vacation spot this year, either. I've heard some people speculate that this might completely wreck every ocean on the planet, and given the state they're in - what with the islands of plastic in both the Pacific and Atlantic, the blooming dead zones, the decimation of fish stocks due to overfishing, fertilizer runoff, and heavy metal toxicity - given all that, who knows? Maybe they're right, and this one event will be enough to push the oceans over the edge and if the oceans go down so does everything else. It'll be the end of the Permian or the end of the Cretaceous all over again, and maybe the biosphere will bounce back but it could take a few tens of millions of years and if anything 'intelligent' manages to evolve again it will have no idea we ever existed ... the thin layer of the Anthropocene will have been erased by the compression of geologic time, and all that will be apparent to the avian scientists of the future will be that the mammalian age came to an abrupt end for reasons no doubt controversial.<br /><br />Coincidentally enough, right around the same time the Deepwater Horizon blew up a water main broke in Boston, rendering the city water supply unsafe to drink. This was a trifling problem in comparison, and in the end inconvenienced the poor people of Boston for only 72 hours as the pipe was repaired in record time (ordinarily it would have taken weeks, apparently.) The concern for some bacteria was almost touching in its childlike earnestness, given that Boston's water is almost undoubtedly contaminated with the same admixture of drugs - both the legal drugs and the good ones - that have accumulated in every other water supply in the Western world, as well no doubt as some measure of heavy metals and of course, everyone's favorite ingestible tooth-balm, fluoride. Whether the decision of nearby Concord, Massachusetts to ban bottled water had anything to do with the fortuitously timed water supply scare remains a matter of speculation.<br /><br />However disparate in magnitude, the temporal coincidence of these two incidents, both revolving as they do around sudden mechanical failure and massive pollution of the water, are what Jung might have termed a synchronicity. I'm sure others out there have noted it. Such things are said to be messages from ourselves, to ourselves, interpolated back in time through the medium of the cosmos. It's interesting to speculate along the lines of what, exactly, the message is meant to convey, and certainly there's a lot that could be said about water and our relationship with it but I'll leave that for you to think about (as these synchronous messages are meant personally, for all of us) and move on to some other interesting coincidences such as Gold in Sacks apparently shorting not everything Gulf of Mexico (as originally claimed), <a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-8199-Breakthrough-Energy-Examiner%7Ey2010m5d5-No-joke-Goldman-Sachs-shorted-Gulf-of-Mexico">but TransOcean's stock</a> (the company that owned the Deepwater Horizon) mere days before the event.<br /><br />Along similar lines it seems Halliburton bought the company that got the contract to complete a crucial step in the drilling process or something just a couple of weeks before the malfunction. I understand there's lots of money for America's signature disaster capitalism corporation in the capping and the cleanup, as well, which is good I suppose as the rent on office space in Dubai is just outrageous I hear. I'd be tempted to congratulate them on their good fortune but as we all know (or are at any rate endlessly told by those with fortunes) a successful man makes his own luck and you know, when companies like Helliburton and Gold in Sacks get lucky like that real close to one big motherfucker of a disaster well, I'll let you draw your own conclusions.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >2. Demon Kings and the iZombie Horde<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4NyXfbFUsSoMBqFjrWQlKfqQNVRysXiVfw-ZFfdyYCXuBvheBMwuMI3fzxfKC0gMRfv5IhU0oY_WoTNzadKn3qsCGJrLOi2AnwoyJL-C5diBnZIqWg5q8ZenNZgdUpUioO5MYHHwOITG/s1600/iZombie_NYZ_Concept_Poster_c_by_EpoCALYPsE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4NyXfbFUsSoMBqFjrWQlKfqQNVRysXiVfw-ZFfdyYCXuBvheBMwuMI3fzxfKC0gMRfv5IhU0oY_WoTNzadKn3qsCGJrLOi2AnwoyJL-C5diBnZIqWg5q8ZenNZgdUpUioO5MYHHwOITG/s320/iZombie_NYZ_Concept_Poster_c_by_EpoCALYPsE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471546353726356674" border="0" /></a> And you will, of course, right or wrong, in accordance or not with all of the observations or, should we say, the more pertinent ones. I have none to share at the moment as relates the Deepwater Horizon incident specifically, nor I think does it much matter. Even if there were a smoking gun somewhere, some proof of deliberate sabotage - and this is highly unlikely, given the ease with which the Deep Horizon could have been sabotaged as it prepared to cap the well and disengage - it would be visible only to those who can bring themselves to entertain the notion that humanity might produce the sort of monster who could do such a thing without blinking. And not just one of them, oh no: a whole horde of demons masquerading as people could be the only possible explanation for an act so foul as to murder an ocean.<br /><br />That's a scary thing to contemplate, an army of demons, and really it's much easier to just switch the channel on your big screen plasma TV, settle back into your comfy pleather couch in your echoing McMansion and zone out for a bit before you have to get in the car the next day and drive somewhere crowded so you can stumble around amongst the other bloated iZombies. It's been fun but for how much longer is anyone's guess. Say, do you own that car, that home, that couch, that big plasma TV? You do? Congratulations! You're in a very tiny minority.<br /><br />I'm betting you're leveraged to the hilt to afford this lifestyle. Most everyone is and no shame there, so's the whole country, damn near every country is it's true but yours (if you're an American iZombie) more than any other. You want to look at it geopolitically, America just ran a scam whereby financial institutions like Gold in Sacks auctioned off your garbage paper to the rest of the world in exchange for vast quantities of their stuff and labor, which they credulously gave thinking they were getting rich. Now the fairy gold has turned into sand and they are pissed, although for now they're keeping their seething displeasure as quiet as they can under the theory that it is best to move cautiously when the object of your disapproval has thousands upon thousands of nukes, and that's just for starters.<br /><br />Of course once GlobalPop cottons on that their temperance hasn't stopped the Hexagram's Pentagon from unleashing a Foursquare Armageddon of <a href="http://www.thedoctorwithin.com/gmo/genetically-modified-foods/">Famine</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethnic_bioweapon">Pestilence</a>, <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/177727-Connecting-the-Dots-The-War-on-People-Obama-s-No-Change-and-the-Hardening-of-Right-Wing-Israel">War</a> and <a href="http://www.veteranstoday.com/2010/05/13/us-war-plan-talk-about-thermonuclear-bombs-but-use-little-nuclear-munitions/">Death</a>, well, I don't think they'll hold their tempers much longer from that point on because they will have nothing to lose.<br /><br />Even as the real economy is in flames, the Pentagon's unholy war machine grows on, unchecked, and even picks up steam. It's keeping the world's anger in check, for now, but it's starting to run out of fuel: the iZombie lifestyle that makes humans so usefully docile also makes them useless for military service, by and large. The military-industrial complex has sucked the heart and soul of America dry so it could demon-strate demonocracy all over the world, or at least in the shittiest parts of it, parts that might have a 'democracy' now, sure, but sure as shit in an open sewer don't have clean drinking water or sometimes running water for that matter, even where they used to.<br /><br />You'd hope the Yanks would've been smart enough to spend all the wealth they looted from the world on something useful: infrastructure, for instance. But no. Like every other conqueror drunk on their own indomitable success, everything they didn't spend on military hardware they pissed away on a bunch of big useless homes and a plethora of baubles. The baubles will mostly be broken in a couple of years, by which time you'll be too broke to afford replacements, and as for the homes? Hah! You never even really owned them anyways, remember?<br /><br />It's a good joke, really, though generally people don't laugh much when they get it. Here's the punchline: you (the collective 'you' of the Western world) unleashed your demons upon the world and gave them your blessing to do what needed to be done to keep you well-fed and entertained. They kept their end of the bargain and in the meantime did what demons do, that is to say, murdered, tortured, subverted, seduced, raped, pillaged, and defiled everything in their path. Now those demons have come home to roost, they're turning their beady little eyes upon you and you can almost see their nictitating membranes flickering in excitement as they imagine what they'll soon be able to do with and to you for fun and profit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >3. Unplugging From the Simulation, Awakening into the Drea</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >m</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpfD4L9zGGjw9pvqWMLJvZ84YwSUgRjivJyBu6XmX0LLzAQZ8nUP3a92HApZEMp1UNHCgi7TO6xpS2FkFj94A_0SX3zk9jgx2F12nhtWg9uk5b6kEzGHVd3tGjfcmkvXS18Y05AIKP1kT/s1600/Unplugthesignal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpfD4L9zGGjw9pvqWMLJvZ84YwSUgRjivJyBu6XmX0LLzAQZ8nUP3a92HApZEMp1UNHCgi7TO6xpS2FkFj94A_0SX3zk9jgx2F12nhtWg9uk5b6kEzGHVd3tGjfcmkvXS18Y05AIKP1kT/s320/Unplugthesignal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471546585623791682" border="0" /></a>Personally I think it's time to unplug. Take out those earbuds, turn off that TV, put down that cell phone, walk away from the screen and re-engage with the world as it is, rather than as it's projected at us (I'm a hypocrite in this as in many other things (when in Rome, after all) so don't beat yourself up over it.) I know we all have our own little subjective views on the world but you can at least care that there is an objective world, a world that we all share and ultimately, <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span>, and while I understand how comforting it is to populate your particular subjective window primarily with colorful entertainment it is time, my friend, to wake the fuck up.<br /><br />I could say that's because the world's about to eat you but that would be playing off your fear and also, it's probably not going to happen. Not just yet. Who knows? Maybe it can be averted. I suspect enough people regaining possession of their faculties might be able to accomplish that because in the final analysis there is no force so powerful as the finer human faculties. The likelihood that the timestream can be steered around the various oncoming catastrophes is raised considerably for those who harness those faculties, individually, and en masse? Could be quite the trump card.<br /><br />But really, it's not fear that should motivate us to re-engage with the world. Fear is what has made us disengage from it: separating ourselves from nature as much as possible, going so far in the end as to almost wholly isolate our minds from any direct and un<span style="font-style: italic;">media</span>ted<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>contact with reality itself.<br /><br />What should motivate you is love. Love for everything that's been, everything that is, everything that is yet to be. The world ends every moment, only to be recreated again, as the whirling vortices of energy and charge called matter oscillate in and out of existence. Each step in time is unique unto itself, and eternal in its way, for it inhabits the only moment of time that is real, the now, and now always is. Every moment is logically dependent on the moment preceding, though the outcome can never be predicted and it is this uncertainty - the knowledge that what happens next is influenced by what we do now, but with wild cards thrown in - that leads to the possibility of a creative influence in events.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >4. The Improbable Taste of a Strawberry</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9Ijgj1y9kM5Oc1mREo1mOY11PdSlu1w3C8Bei0GwU0Q9oWOaKDU6iTuGj88Q54fm3yYN-RgbkW0bPF2S1HEyh4271JErDpMV3KkjzcDPVWRnNKd6b8PwWnDQJp9Z6LzvQ5trSlG_zdOl/s1600/tgrsumimed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9Ijgj1y9kM5Oc1mREo1mOY11PdSlu1w3C8Bei0GwU0Q9oWOaKDU6iTuGj88Q54fm3yYN-RgbkW0bPF2S1HEyh4271JErDpMV3KkjzcDPVWRnNKd6b8PwWnDQJp9Z6LzvQ5trSlG_zdOl/s320/tgrsumimed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471544534221600834" border="0" /></a>Things can happen in a more or less deterministic fashion or not. Kick a rock off a cliff and it will fall to it's smashed doom, but kick a man and maybe he'll manage to grab a branch or a ledge on the way over or down. It's not likely but the possibility remains open, as is shown so often in the final crisis/confrontation scene of so many heroic action movies. Of course a rock can't choose to kick another rock over a cliff, or a human either, but a human can and therein lies the nub of the whole free will, good-and-evil thing that has afflicted our species since its inception.<br /><br />You can look at the whole development of our species as the ascent of a mountain, an ever-higher peak of improbability as our knowledge, technology, population and resource base have grown to what just a few generations ago would have seemed epic proportions; taking the long view, our species has been engaged in a sweeping epic stretching back into the dim, forgotten epochs of prehistory. So far back as we can look, we see that the narrative is festooned with a wide variety of recurrent themes and dramas, acted out by recurrent historical types or archetypes manifesting in the personalities and behaviour of individual human beings. This is the basic folk wisdom which has been used for prophecy for millenia, embodied in oracles such as tarot or the various astrologies.<br /><br />The set of archetypal human dramas and personalities is what lends history its self-similar, fractal structure. Self-similarity is likely a property of time itself, expressing itself as it does not just in human history but in the memory of the animal kingdom from whence it came, itself a product of the chemical memory of cells and the photonic memory of matter itself. At all scales, a set of archetypal behaviours and types present themselves, each progressively simplified from the last until ultimately we come to the fundamental on/off oscillatory heartbeat of exists/doesn't exist which underlies the continual happening of every subatomic particle in non/existence. That dichotomy flavors everything that flows out of it, like yin and yang; it expresses itself in new ways at every point in the chain and if you're looking for how some people were able to predict the End of the World with startling accuracy, well there's the mechanism.<br /><br />And now here we stand, at the top of Mount Improbable or so it seems, and just as some of us are starting to suspect that 'there is more in Heaven and Earth, Horatio....', and that the skies are nothing like the limit, we've been collectively drop-kicked off the edge by an unseen assailant in the dark. Many still think we just tripped and fell (assuming they were sober enough to notice), and just <span style="font-style: italic;">how</span> many will manage to grab on to something on the way over or down? Even if it's <a href="http://www.story-lovers.com/liststigerstrawberrystory.html">just long enough to pick a single strawberry</a>? That's still up in the air. Where there's life there's hope and you're alive yet, aren't you?<br /><br />I won't lie, it doesn't look good, but remember which mountain peak we're on. Anything can happen up here ... and most of it probably will.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibv2FLe7pMOBxgL_v-ItSxuLZjvgGogvq3hLet_PY0TfJ8YgSdFOW8rI45as8IQ5N08nLgKf8PESHT2B5EjX8Se65n2qiuh-K4wR6s0vuuxG5g7cUh-eHYCxQJn7KnXkj3Qv2-_pGmljeU/s1600/pyramid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibv2FLe7pMOBxgL_v-ItSxuLZjvgGogvq3hLet_PY0TfJ8YgSdFOW8rI45as8IQ5N08nLgKf8PESHT2B5EjX8Se65n2qiuh-K4wR6s0vuuxG5g7cUh-eHYCxQJn7KnXkj3Qv2-_pGmljeU/s400/pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471550068913505602" border="0" /></a>psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-55397393837456036682010-03-04T01:41:00.000-08:002010-03-04T03:26:48.046-08:00Implicate Astrology"As long as you still experience the stars as something "above you", you lack the eye of knowledge." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">- Friedrich Nietzsche<br /></div><br />Have you ever looked up at the stars, so impossibly distant and mysterious, and wondered what it all has to do with you? If anything? If you're of a scientific or, at any rate, materialist bent - and I certainly have been, off and on, for a good fraction of my life, so: no one's judging - then outside of the idea that we're all ultimately made from star-dust (and that connection, tenuous as it is, is only to long-dead stars, gone supernovae billions of years before the Earth formed, let alone you) your answer will no doubt be, "Not a whole hell of a lot." The stars are a long way away, after all: so far that these inconceivably huge, blazing cosmic furnaces are reduced to infinitesimal pinpricks of light. Their gravitational force is far too weak to affect us; their magnetic fields, likewise. Aside from sharing our universe with us, and decorating our night skies, the stars have nothing to do with us.<br /><br />That's the consensus, and until recently, I would have agreed with it without reservation. The alternative, the notion that there might be some connection between the stars and us, strikes the modern mind as a curious superstition; that so many persist in a belief in a astrology strikes the scientifically educated as one of those regrettable and incomprehensible atavisms ... much like the belief in God, spirits, angels, chakras, what have you. There is, they say, no scientific support for such notions; and so, in rationalist circles, it is impermissible to broach the subject unless one's intent is to make fun of it.<br /><br />And yet ... here's the thing. When you take a closer look at science, at the real bleeding edge of it, the truly scientific mind - open and unclouded by dogma - starts to see something quite different.<br /><br />Since the 1950s physics has been grappling with quantum non-locality, the so-called Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen paradox, which Einstein referred to as 'spooky action at a distance'. Amusingly, EPR began as an effort to discredit quantum mechanics: Einstein and his collaborators had hoped to point out a reductio-ad-absurdum in quantum theory, by showing that the equations implied that two particles (electrons, say, or photons), once 'entangled' or connected by means of their wavefunctions, would mutually affect one another over arbitrary distances: a measurement of one would instantly determine the state of the other, seemingly violating the speed-of-light limit on the transfer of information.<br /><br />A more careful analysis later revealed that general relativity and its iron-clad speed of light remained safe: no information could be transmitted through this mechanism. Nevertheless quantum non-locality itself remained very much a fact, as has been verified time and again in the laboratory. This has led some to speculate that, given that all particles must have been co-located at the time of the Big Bang, all particles may in fact be mutually entangled with one another, sharing a sort of 'universal wave function'.<br /><br />There are now many variations on this idea. David Bohm, a physicist who ran so close to the bleeding edge he went right off it (in the view of many of his colleagues) postulated what he called the '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Implicate_and_explicate_order_according_to_David_Bohm">implicate order</a>': that the universe might in fact be analagous to a hologram, with each element within it in a sense containing the whole. This idea has been expanded on by others, with some physicists even suggesting that the universe of space and time that we (seem to) inhabit isn't just <span style="font-style: italic;">like </span>a hologram, it <span style="font-style: italic;">is </span>a hologram, projected inwards from the boundaries of the cosmos: just as a holographic image is a 3-dimensional illusion encoded into every segment of a 2-dimensional photographic plate, so the universe is a 4-dimensional illusion encoded into a a 3-dimensional surface. Interestingly, there are observational consequences to this idea: a year ago, <a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2009/02/090203130708.htm">those predictions were borne out at a gravitational wave observatory in Germany</a>. If this discovery turns out to be genuine - and I expect it will - those involved will most certainly win the Nobel Prize, while the rest of us (and science especially) will have to turn our conception of reality inside out.<br /><br />Of course, science moves very slowly: it will likely take years for the results of this experiment to be verified, and years more for it to be accepted. As a scientist I would have it no other way; as a mystic, I could care less.<br /><br />Now, in my day-job - when I'm not moonlighting here at Moon Food - I am a scientist, or at least a scientist-in-training. My field is astrophysics, stellar astronomy in particular; in fact at this very moment I am sitting in the control room of a hulking beast of a telescope, a scientific instrument the size of a bus with a giant mirror polished to a precision that staggers the mind, an impressive and expensive piece of engineering meant for measuring the spectra of giant stars. As an astrophysicist I find it endlessly puzzling that although we have known of quantum non-locality for over half a century, our discipline has failed entirely to assimilate this idea. But then, to truly tease out the implications of the implicate order would obligate them to admit that, these past several hundred years, they might have been very wrong indeed and ... how embarrassing would that be?<br /><br />Several months ago, at the beginning of my astrophysical career, I came across a very interesting and quite scholarly volume: <a href="http://www.cosmosandpsyche.com/">Cosmos and Psyche</a>, by Richard Tarnas of the Integral Institute. Anyone who's ever had their sense of reality, mind, and self exploded by Ken Wilbur will recognize the Integral Institute; for me, that affiliation alone was enough for me to give Tarnas' book a second look. In it, he lays out the reasoning and methodology behind astrology in a very logical fashion, examining the last several hundred years of history through the lens of the transpersonal planets Uranus, Neptune and Pluto (while touching also on Jupiter and Saturn, the more slow-moving - and thus more easily analyzed - of the personal planets.)<br /><br />It was a fascinating and compelling read, but the scientist in me felt the need to put the theory to the test. "If there's anything to this," I said, "Then I will have Neptune in prominent aspect." Tarnas compared Neptune to Orpheus: it is the planet of dreamers and poets, of high ideals and head-in-the-clouds illusions, of mystical dissolution of the ego in the sea of consciousness and dissipation of the spirit at the bottom of a bottle of spirits. All of these have been powerful forces in my life; ergo, I reasoned, Neptune should be somewhere in my chart.<br /><br />And so I asked my bemused mother the time of my birth, calculated my natal chart and, lo and behold, there was Neptune: in almost perfect conjunction with the Sun (go to the bottom of this page, where my chart is on display for all to see, and you can verify this for yourself.) The hair practically stood up on the back of my neck.<br /><br />I was convinced.<br /><br />Not that I'd ever admit that to my colleagues, of course. They'd think I'd lost it! And maybe I have but ... over the past several months and especially with the help of the fantastic text <a href="http://www.maybelogic.org/anteroastrologik.htm">Astrologik</a> by Antero Alli I've given the subject a deeper study, at the expense (I freely admit) of my formal studies and I have yet to be disappointed. Analyzing not just my own natal chart, but those of friends and family members, has consistently revealed an endless series of correspondences between the messages written in the sky at the time of birth and the personalities I know them (and myself) to have.<br /><br />As a postscript, not so long ago I was adding some of the asteroids to my natal chart, and discovered that Eros - goddess of eroticism - was also in perfect conjunct with Neptune and the Sun. This made sense: I've always been a very good lover, practically by instinct (for no other reason than that selfish loving strikes me as not just rude but dull). Mere days after discovering this, on a whim I googled 'quantum astrology' for the very first time, wondering if others had made the same connections between Bohm, the implicate order, and astrology, and was led directly to the website of the fascinating and beautiful <a href="http://www.falconastrology.com/quantum_astrology.html">Kim Falconer</a>: martial artist, mystic, fantasy author, and astrologer. Her speciality? None other than Eros.<br /><br />I don't know where this new doorway into synchronicity will ultimately lead. To enlightenment? To madness? One thing is for sure, however: my conception of the world has been radically expanded, yet again, and if scientists scoff?<br /><br />A fig for their narrow ideology. This is fun!psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-56034316263180248312010-02-18T21:06:00.000-08:002010-02-19T09:34:40.503-08:00Stacking up the PiecesSo it's just edged past the witching hour and for a variety of reasons I've slept little these past few days. Around 10:00 or so, after a day busier with the cognitive busy-work of academia than I've been in a while I finally had a chance, in my bleary, bug-eyed state to check up on the headlines at which point, of course, I saw that some crazy retard had just flown a small plane into an IRS building in Texas.<br /><br />Only a couple of people were killed in the resulting fire, out of the 200 or so who were inside at the time, which good fortune we can attribute perhaps to the building somehow failing to fall despite the aerial impact event. You may argue that a Piper Dakota is no 747 but neither is a little IRS office block the World Trade Center. Physics is physics, people: if a big plane can take down a big building, a small plane can cause the collapse of a small building. QED.<br /><br />But hallelujah we're beyond the realm of physics and dealing with miracles here. Emergency services were there in minutes, preceded only by a fully tricked out hazmat unit that was fortuitously there in advance, having deployed to the city the previous night and, with even greater luck, just happened to be setting up - oh for an exercise no doubt - right near the IRS building the very morning of the event. It's nice when things just sort of work out like that, don't you think? When all the pieces are in place.<br /><br />Oh, and did you hear yet (I'm sure you did) that the pilot was a disgruntled software engineer who - having been tossed aside by Corporate America and facing the prospect of his financial carcass being picked over by their government - apparently went off the deep end of Tea Party-dom, posting a suicide note cum rambling anti-government rant that (I'm sure) will be full of conspiracy theories. Those conspiracy theorists, I tell ya: dangerous lunatics they are. No telling what they might do and some of them <span style="font-style: italic;">might, </span>just <span style="font-style: italic;">might </span>be terrorists. Right?<br /><br />Right.<br /><br />And that's scary, isn't it? I mean it's one thing if it's just a buncha sand-niggers and we can bring the fight to their heathen haji asses over in their medieval moonscape countries but ... white Americans turning to terrorism against their own kind? Why that might lead to open martial law by the by. Only way to keep things together in such a situation is to bring the fight to them, you know, and this time that'll mean bringing the fight right to your doorstep.<br /><br />And this will justify and maybe even encourage just a bit more of that nonsense. You can almost hear the law-goblins skittering around in the great machinery of our legal code, getting ready to set the cyclopean gears grinding that will result in Firewall America. All sorts of petty, silly new restrictions will be put in place as a result of this: the police state will clamp down a little more tightly, the propaganda will get yet more shrill, and for now the majority of the population will shrug and figure it's all for their own safety. Like frogs who think that nice man's turning up the temperature in the pot because he's concerned about their comfort.<br /><br />Well, my reaction to this isn't so much one of fear. I'm certainly not terrified of the Tea Party-errorists nor (as one of the erstwhile conspiracy nuts who gets lumped in with them by the lumpen proles and those in 'control') am I particularly frightened of a clamp-down on my civil liberties. I long ago decided that no matter what laws they pass, I do not have liberty. Liberty is what you're allowed to have. No, I am free simply because I am me and they aren't, more or less. Everyone else is just as free for the same reason, but figuring that out, that's the trick. I wish people would and ... I think they will.<br /><br />No, what I'm getting off this right now is more annoyance (for whatever small hassle I will no doubt indirectly incur along the way as a result actions justified by this), as well as amusement: that those who did it believe they will get away with it.<br /><br />They pulled this stunt in Austin, Texas. Let's pause over that: they had the colossal hubris and gall to try and put something like this over on a city with more tinfoil hat-cases than probably any other part of U.S. (except maybe the Texas back-country). What most people think is, "Yeah, Texans are crazy retards," but no, this isn't going to be like that. Think about it: I bet you the Texas police, emergency services, government, not to mention the general population, they're so shot through with exposure movement sympathizers that not a single step in this drama was taken, that was not observed. Such people keep their eyes open, they keep notes, and they keep in touch. This small army of swarming info-warriors will collate their numerous observations on the blogs and the forums of the Free Internet, they will throw a blinding spotlight on this story, and whatever the shape of the truth that takes form in that light it will devastate the plans of those who planned this.<br /><br />This is going to be fast and brutal, but not in the way it was meant to be. Brace yourselves. And remember "First they ignore you, then they mock you, then they fight you, then you win."psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-80792827981557349462010-01-16T17:31:00.000-08:002010-01-16T19:05:15.010-08:00Haiti: You Did ThisOh, those poor Haitians, so unfortunate, their city destroyed, tens or hundreds of thousands dead and now the survivors are dying one by one from injuries, thirst and starvation ... or by the hands of their maddened machete-wielding countrymen, desperate to stave off that fate for themselves. Road blocks made of dead bodies, constructed, we're told, by enraged Haitians protesting the lack of aid are littering the streets, which doesn't make sense except in the sick sort of way in which everything Haitian must be understood. About the only doctors on the scene are either from Cuba or <span style="font-style: italic;">sans frontiers</span>, but never fear for the US military has already secured the airport and a carrier group is en route.<br /><br />I bet you feel so, so sorry for those poor blighted bastards down on that smashed cesspool of an island. Yeah, I'm sure you do, and you can take your self-righteous preening pity and swallow it like the poison it is. Truth is this is your fault. This happened because you let it happen. I don't care whether your name is John D. Rockefeller or Joe S. Shmoe, I don't care if your name is spelled with Chinese characters or printed in C<span style="font-size:85%;">APITA <span style="font-size:100%;">D<span style="font-size:85%;">IMINUTIA</span> M<span style="font-size:85%;">AXIMA</span></span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;">on your birth certificate, I don't care who precisely it is that you are: this is your fault.<br /><br />It is all our fault, but don't let that distract you from the very personal and immediate responsibility that you have for it. Sure, some are more responsible than others: the reason Haiti's an open sore on the planet is that it suits certain, ah, international entities that it remain so. The cheap labor is a nice bonus but I think it's a fair guess that the main thing is to have a nice, hollow, corrupt failed state as a way-point for the drug trade. If keeping things that way has meant enforcing the most desperate of conditions on an entire country full of people, well I guess that serves them right for making that voodoo pact with the devil way back when in exchange for helping them cast of the chains of the <span style="font-style: italic;">blancos</span> and their bloodthirsty God. Can't let those heathen niggers get ideas, understand: an example must be made, <span style="font-style: italic;">pour encourager les autres</span>.<br /><br />Ever wonder why it is that Liberia's so fucked up? But I digress.<br /><br />So, sure, some have been more responsible than others, but even if you were never on a UN peacekeeping mission in Port au Prince, never worked for the CIA or the IMF, or never even bought a Haitian baseball sewn in a sweatshop by a scrawny slum-rat whose dead-at-30 peasant father moved to the slum looking for non-existent work because he couldn't survive by farming anymore, even if you are completely clean on all these levels you still turned a blind eye. Don't be coy, now. You could have made more of an issue over the way Haiti was being systematically raped by the global order but, hey, it's a tough world and it's just one, small country, right? </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Just a few people, and they're black, and besides, look at the Dominican: they're <span style="font-style: italic;">fine</span> and it's the same island, so it's gotta be the Haitian's own fault for being a bunch of savages, after all.<br /><br />Yeah, you thought it. Admit it. I did, many times over the years. It's the sum of such thoughts, over many moments, over many people, that enables the sordid behaviour of those who claim to act for us (and if we do not stop them, they <span style="font-style: italic;">do </span>act for us) to continue all the way to its inevitable denoument: a land sucked dry by vampires where the daybreakers bring catastrophe with the dawn.<br /><br />So that's how we got here. The question that now confronts us is where do we go <span style="font-style: italic;">from </span>here?<br /><br />You know the script the Obamanoids will unleash: the same one used in Katrina. Private disaster relief firms will descend on Port au Prince like vultures. The survivors will be warehoused in toxic, controlled pens, with the streets patrolled by foreign mercenaries enforcing curfews and no-go zones while the US military and the UN hover nearby, ready to cruise missile any objections that get too organized. Of course the country's broke, so to pay for all this their shell of a government will be armlocked into selling off what's left of its country's soul in perpetuity. In practice this means the people will be put to work as slaves rebuilding their island not for themselves but for corporations, and this time the slave collars (now made of silicon rather than iron) will never. Ever. Come off.<br /><br />This is all symbolism, see. Haiti was the first slave country to free itself; its brutal history since then has corresponded to the fact that while slavery per se might have ended, the oppression of the colored races never really did. The planned (and you <span style="font-style: italic;">know </span>it's planned) re-enslavement of Haiti by the disaster capitalists will similarly symbolize the re-enslavement of the whole rest of the planet. More disasters, natural and not, are sure to come this year, perhaps in staggering quantities. Each one of these emergencies will present an opportunity to reconfigure the local order into the New World Order and ... I'm sure you know where that ends.<br /><br />Well, that's the script.<br /><br />It's not what's going to happen. I'll get to that.<br /><br />I imagine things are well in hand. I mean 'imagine' literally, in the sense of 'this is what I'm creating within my holographic reality projector'. For the past few days, ever since Haiti got Acted by God, I've been putting Haiti into my meditations: seeing the people, the land, reaching out to them with my soul and becoming them, becoming all of them, feeling their hearts as they chose to cooperate and help one another rather than turn on one another like wolves, to face the fear the world has thrown at them with courage and clarity rather than cowardice. Last night I called down a loa for a chat, offering it some sex magick in exchange for its help in helping the people who now call on its kind with a fevered desperation they haven't projected since perhaps they summoned the strength to fight off the French. This time, I asked it, help them for free. If you must have payment take it from us. From me.<br /><br />So, I've been visualizing Haiti's recovery. I expect a lot of other people have been doing the same thing; I expect, in fact, that</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> as I write these words</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, all over the world there are thousands of people </span><span style="font-size:100%;">doing exactly that</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. If there's any truth to the notion of intention having an appreciable effect on outcomes within unfolding reality, well, this is all to the good. For all the stumbling and shame I have a feeling the aftermath of this will turn out a whole lot better than now looks possible.<br /><br />Yes, well, nice thoughts are all very good but they'll do no good at all without actual action.<br /><br />Here is how it is going to go down.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Soon, probably within a couple of weeks, there's going to begin a Haitian diaspora. The fact is Port of Prince was marginally inhabitable as it was: now, it's a death trap. Rebuilding will take generations, and in the meantime there is absolutely nothing left for those people but rubble. They have to get out.<br /><br />I don't much want to wait for our governments to volunteer to take in a massive influx of shell-shocked, unskilled, uneducated immigrants from a deeply troubled culture whose idea of religion strikes the more conventionally minded as a particularly queasy form of black magic ... just doesn't seem the sort of thing the Harperites here in Canada are likely to latch onto. This means that, much in the way my grandparents sponsored Vietnamese boat people into the country back in the seventies, there has to be a volunteer immigration sponsorship movement of some kind. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Yeah, those boat people lived in their floating hell for years, though. We don't have years. We don't even have weeks, although weeks is what it will take. We have to get on top of this thing now.<br /></span><br />It's not enough just to send nice thoughts, any more than it's enough this time to send money. We have to let them into our countries, all over the world, because their country isn't there any more.<br /><br />And we will. I've seen it.<br /><br />It won't be nearly enough to make up for what we've done. It never is. History can't be atoned for: it can only be acknowledged, learned from and moved past, into the past where it belongs, so that we can point the Now at a better When. One where, maybe, we don't let countries like Haiti happen.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-37357229908472564092009-12-14T14:13:00.000-08:002009-12-14T17:42:03.557-08:00Smash and GrabThe image of Berlusconi's smashed face, the newly gap-toothed shock with which he clung to the car door, knees buckling as he stared about him in wide-eyed bleeding terror and confusion, that image is burning itself into the minds of people around the world. A primal thrill is rippling through the collective psyche at the sight of one of their lordly rulers reduced to a quivering wreck. Many will make the connection that if this can be done to one of them, it can happen to others, too. Amongst that many there will be some few who decide to take a shot at whatever targets present themselves.<br /><br />Make no mistake, this incident marks a tipping point.<br /><br />There seem to be a lot of those recently. The unfolding Climategate debacle has now grown beyond the damning e-mails and rigged source code with which the long-anticipated Copenhagen conference was kicked off, to now include massive corruption in the flagship Danish carbon market, complimentary hookers for the elite to enjoy as they wipe foie gras off their chins and get chauffered around in fleets of carbon-belching limos, departing at top speed back to the swank hotels to escape from enraged brown delegates who got an early look at the racist and exploitative treaty they were to be prodded and tricked into signing. No doubt the limos are too fast, or the free blowjobs just too fantastic, for these compassionate statesmen to notice as they race past streets closed down so thousands of shackled protestors can be sat down in ordered rows in puddles of their own freezing piss while the anonymous storm troopers we used to call 'cops' patrol the ranks with tasers, clubs, pepper spray and snarling German shepherds, their armour no doubt doing more to protect them from the weather (itself, as ever, howling its disagreement with the whole notion of global warming) than from the non-violent men and women of conscience they're tasked with shutting the fuck up.<br /><br />The world is taking a long and hard look at the proceedings in Copenhagen, and I have my doubts that it much likes what it sees. Climategate has swallowed the Copenhagen conference whole, and when the Warmistas return to countries in the grip of what will no doubt be a savage winter Climategate will eat their stillborn agenda, their reputations, and their careers.<br /><br />It appears that the American establishment now openly accepts that Osama (rhymes with Obama) Bin Laden has been dead since Tora Bora. Hundreds of dead spec ops troops (and how many in the crossfire?), no doubt hundreds of millions of dollars, squandered to keep up the pretense of tracking down Rahm Emanuel ... I'm sorry, <span style="font-style: italic;">Emanuel Goldstein ... </span>and all those tapes with which they periodically prodded their dumb American beast protective-territorial circuit ... all of that now more or less admitted to be a giant psy-op.<br /><br />People are taking note.<br /><br />The elite knew this was coming. They knew, past a certain point, that they wouldn't be able to keep the lid on all those secrets and crimes, that eventually the scuffling and moaning of the mutant they've been keeping in the attic would become impossible to explain away as mating raccoons. So they've been planning to let things out on their own schedule, have their trusted minions and pet mockingbirds release the shocking truth in that special way they have, so can weave their neurolinguistic hoodoo on your minds one last time.<br /><br />That's why you've got Alex Jones with his megaphone, with his boiling bellyful of rage, his megaphone-ful of descriptive truth and prescriptive nonsense (same as Chomsky! But aimed at a different psychological type.) It's why you've got Jesse 'Muscles' Ventura moving into position, with an all-new show in which the fearless action star will investigate all the conspiracies on prime-time mainstream television. They throw larger-than-life figures like these up there to give it to you straight-ish: they're big and strong and loud and take no shit from anyone, which is not at all like <span style="font-style: italic;">you, </span>little man, which is why they can do it and you can't. So just sit there on your couch and get helplessly scared and impotently mad as the Big Boys let you in on just how fucked you are.<br /><br />The game-plan for the elite right now comes down to one thing: one great big almighty Ooga-Booga with the starring monster as no less than themselves. Done right, this will stun the mass mind into the learned helplessness of battered wife syndrome on a huge scale. The spirit of the human species will be broken so thouroughly that even if the elite raised their boots from their faces and opened the door to the electrified cages (neither of which they have any intention of doing) their slaves won't make a move to rise (unless explicitly ordered to.)<br /><br />Our game-plan is rather simpler. The conspiracy movement as a whole has been plainly stating their case for a long time. History is now cooperating in showing the world, in unambiguous terms, that we've been more or less giving it as straight as it gets the whole time, in stark contrast to the dissembling leaders who (it's turning out) really have been guilty of more or less everything they're charged with and (we'll no doubt find) a whole lot more we didn't know about, too.<br /><br />This unveiling is tramautic thing for most people. I know it was for me. It probably was for you too. This is going to be much faster, much more intense, a roller-coaster ride into Chapel Perilous that will smash a great number of souls. What we have to do now is guide the species through this trauma: to let them know that all is not lost, that we are merely awakening as a species from a terrible nightmare, and that it is possible to awaken inside a dream of breathtaking beauty. While the elite panic and the masses freak out, we must remain calm and alert, so that as the Leviathan smashes its world we might grab whatever opportunities present themselves.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-34485734723502398092009-11-20T12:02:00.000-08:002009-11-27T10:46:02.278-08:00Culture and Cosmos I: Out of the Big Black DarkOne by one and in their billions they move through the world along recurring paths they are powerless to change. The span and influence of their lives is decided entirely by their birth; and those lives are of no meaning, nor in truth of any importance save to that which immediately surrounds them, for each is separated from the other by a vast and unbridgeable gulf, one which - but for the most tenuous of connections - they are able to cross only with their deaths. Their common center is a yawning bottomless maw, whose inner workings are impenetrable yet whose indomitably fierce appetite is undeniable, for it is that hunger around which all else takes shape. As to the shape that is taken, it's origin is ineffable: impossibly distant, beyond any hope of observation even in theory, an invisible hand that reaches down from everywhere to ensure everything is kept in its place. Meanwhile everything is flying apart, on an inevitable slide into emptiness, dissolution, and a total isolation where in the end there is nothing left but that endless appetite, and that distant invisible hand.<br /><br />What is it we're talking of, here? Is it our society? Well of course it is. It has an economy driven by rampant consumerism, while its communities are dissolved by a misunderstood notion of individualism that has left the individual alone before the State and the Market. Whatever appearances may be, everyone knows that all real power is in the hands of the financial interests, for there is no argument with their massive concentrations of wealth, nor with the insatiable greed at the heart of those concentrations. At the same time there is the shadow government, permeating the institutions that give society form, ensuring that a certain script is followed as events unfold.<br /><br />But it's not just society, for the description above could as easily be the cosmos as it is today described to us.<br /><br />Stars form when a certain quantity of gas collapses under its own weight. However large they happen to be when they are born in their nebulae predetermines every characteristic of their lives, from how brightly they shine to how long they live: those lives will be long and dull or short and glorious but either way, one day, they will end in an entirely predictable fashion. Some will fade to embers and some will explode, showering the cosmos with the fruits of their death in the form of newly created heavy elements and a certain amount of their energy. Those that explode will then become either neutron stars or black holes: immortal, invisible, and indomitable concentrations of gravitational potential. Most are small and of relatively little importance, but at the center of every galaxy lies a supermassive black hole, its gravity the center around which every star in the galaxy revolves. Surrounding every galaxy, meanwhile, its influence in fact dominating every large structure in the universe, is dark matter: an invisible, undetectable substance that takes on nebulous shapes for unknown reasons but by whose gravity the behaviour of everything in the cosmos is arranged.<br /><br />For some time now we have been told that the universe started with a Big Bang, an event so full of infinities that it is impossible, even in principle, to make any meaningful probe beyond it. Ever since then the universe has been expanding, every point in space rushing away from ever other point according to a strange metric whereby those points that are furthest away recede from one another the fastest. More recently we've been told that the future of the universe is at the mercy of a mysterious new <span style="font-style: italic;">dark energy</span>, under whose influence everything shall (some tens or hundreds of billions of years hence) fly apart so far and fast that atoms shall be separated by light years and nothing will remain save black holes and their invisible, cold halos of dark matter.<br /><br />It's no surprise that dark energy has become all the rage, cosmologically speaking. More or less coinciding with it's 'discovery', the world began its inexorable slide into the thicket of interlocking existential crises that now confront it and indeed seem to define what we've seen so far of the 21st century. Which came first is up for debate but if you take 9/11 as a rough signpost of a shift in the collective panic factor, it's distinctly interesting to note that dark energy seems to have first cropped up just a few years beforehand, in the late 90s.<br /><br />It's no accident that there are such striking metaphorical similarities between our cosmology and our culture. The story we tell about the world, after all, is fundamentally a story about us. This is the case in any culture you care to examine. Whatever their particular cosmological mythos happens to be, it is both a reflection of that culture's inherent nature, and simultaneously a justification of that nature. Whether the cosmology is true (and it never is), the archetypes expressed within the story are every bit as real, at the level of the cultural imagination, as anything else. This is every bit as much the case for Modern Western Techno-Corporatocratic Materialist civilization as it has been for every other civilization in history.<br /><br />Of course, it's not so explicit now as it has been in the past. The Catholic Church adopted the Ptolemaic geocentric cosmology early on for the precise reason that it provided an additional leg of support for both the papacy and the system of hereditary feudal kingship, themselves also both mutually reinforcing: the divine perfection of the heavenly crystal spheres reflected both the temporal order of the monarchy and the divine rule of the papal throne. Cosmos, kingdom and Church formed an ideological Holy Trinity that stood unchallenged for a thousand years.<br /><br />Until, at a certain point, came a small group whose members possessed the independence of mind, industriousness of spirit, education and means to pursue a different idea: that it was in fact the Sun that was the common center of the solar system's planets. They were ignored, ridiculed, and persecuted without mercy by the Church, for the Vatican well understood the danger posed by a competing cosmology, yet they held fast and as evidence accumulated it grew ever harder for educated people to deny the heliocentric solar system. That the Church took centuries to admit its mistake, that intermediary models were put forward in which the Sun for some reason still orbited the Earth even as all other bodies orbitted the Sun, that court astronomers continued to calculate orbits with Ptolemaic epicycles until the 19th century ... all of this was immaterial to the inevitable and total triumph of those scientists who made truth rather than sociopolitical expediency the star by which they navigated.<br /><br />The changes wrought to the culture's cosmology have echoed through every aspect of the culture itself. The authority of the Church in temporal matters was ultimately shattered; the primacy of kings, steadily diminished. With the heavens liberated from the impenetrable crystalline spheres, the story of the world from the Renaissance on through the Enlightenment and into the present became one of heady freedom, of expanding possibility as man ascended through history.<br /><br />This triumph of science over superstition was achieved through evidence: the theories of the nascent astronomers more accurately described the observations than those taught by the Church philosophers. With this crucial battle won all else followed. Because of this, the modern heirs of Copernicus, Galileo and Kepler adjudge that their own theories must be if not true exactly, the closest we have yet come to it, for after all has not the whole point of scientific astronomy been to describe the cosmos as accurately as possible, without consideration for political interests?<br /><br />And yet now, as at every other time in history, with every culture that has ever been, there is a striking metaphorical similarity between the entities that populate our heavens and the institutions that rule our lives.<br /><br />It is not surprising that this is the case. Given the wider societal context, especially the power structure on which astronomers inevitably depend for financial support, no other situation is possible. The influence a cosmology exerts over the cultural mind has not been forgotten by the elites. As ever it is desirable to those who fancy they own the world that the cosmology justify their order, thus they will fund whichever cosmology best accomplishes this aim and nothing else. In this there is nothing new or different, save perhaps the subtlety with which the manipulation is performed.<br /><br />As for the academic mainstream of scientists, perhaps some have learned this and keep their own council, while others have perhaps cynically sold out and gotten in on the gag (as we've all seen most recently in the climategate scandal). In all likelihood most are simply hypnotized by the Big Bang and its credulity-stretching cast of shadowy characters for the simple reason that, at a deep level, they sense the resonance between the theory and the human world out of which it has arisen.<br /><br />That world has lately been characterized by materialism, greed and deceit on every scale from the personal to the global. It is a world divided against itself, and the consequences grow more apparent with every day's headlines. It is not a world that can last, nor was it meant to. As above, so below: what once seemed solid and dependable is becoming as tenuous as smoke. Just as the cosmologist's dark energy is pushing the universe apart at an ever-accelerating pace, so it seems that some mysterious force has taken hold of every institution that underpins society, dissolving its structure, flinging what remains into the outer darkness and leaving behind only the concentrated power of finance and the fist of the security state.<br /><br />It is ever more obvious that something new is required: our society must be recreated, based on new assumptions about the world, or perhaps rather an updated understanding of the underpinnings of very old assumptions. There are many who understand this, who know exactly which directions society must change in and from which axiomatic truths those changes must proceed. Yet as long as the cosmology remains unchanged, these new cultural narratives will remain uncomfortably shoehorned within a wider theoretical meta-context that could not be more incompatible. The result will be that every attempt to spread the new ways, to teach the new truths, and to form the new institutions will meet an almost invisible but pervasive resistance from the very depths of the cultural imagination.<br /><br />Conversely, if those assumptions about how and why the universe is can be changed - not on a whim, not on fancy but with a scientific theory more compelling than the alternative - that subtle resistance can be removed, even reversed.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-87406847426835239992009-11-16T16:31:00.001-08:002009-11-16T17:59:43.247-08:00What the Health Minister of Poland Had to Say About the Swine Flu VaccineYou know, it would be nice to see this kind of candor in our own media.<br /><br />For anyone who wants to get this the fast way and just read it, I've provided a transcript below. There are subtitles but the translator's English is a bit rusty, (though broken English does have its charms. Personally I wouldn't have it any other way.)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IlqWFV098xw&rel=0&border=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&hl=en_GB&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IlqWFV098xw&rel=0&border=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&hl=en_GB&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br />I would like to start by saying that throughout my 20 odd years of practice as a GP, my priority was: first, do no harm. I took that rule with me to my office in the Ministry of Health.<br /><br />In a situation in which I was to recommend a medicine for anybody, I would ask, as would any other practitioner I believe, would I give this to my elderly mother? To my child?<br /><br />And exactly such a thought makes me very cautiously double-check the information regarding a medicine which the Health Ministry is to recommend for every Pole, for millions of Poles who do not have the education that a Minister has, that an expert such as Professor Brydak has, an expert that has been working with the flu for over 40 years. There are 189 flu research centers in the world and Professor Brydak works in one of them. Can we today be accused of lack of knowledge about the flu?<br /><br />Can one question the opinion of a professor who has been working on the flu for over 40 years, and not just on one type of flu, and who has published hundreds of articles on the subject?<br /><br />I have just one fundamental question: do we want to fight the flu pandemic?<br /><br />Today we have knowledge of clauses in agreements that many other governments of wealthier countries have signed with vaccine producers. We also know what was proposed to Poland. Due to continuing negotiations I can't tell you everything today, but I can tell you one thing: our legal department found at least twenty points of contention in the contract.<br /><br />So what is the Health Minister's duty? To sign contracts that are in the best interests of the Polish people, or to sign contracts that are in the best interests of pharmaceutical corporations?<br /><br />I know there are three vaccines available on the market today, from three different producers. Each have different quantities of active ingredients yet strangely enough, they are treated the same. So isn't it fair enough that the Health Minister and the experts have the slightest doubt about them? Maybe the one with only trace amounts of the active ingredients is just Holy Water that we are supposed to think will cure flu? Are we supposed to pay for that?<br /><br />We have for an example Germany, which bought 50 million jabs, of which only 10% has been administered so far. Only 13% of Germans want to take this 'miraculous cure' today. But this is peculiar because Germany has a very high percentage of vaccine takers, so when in Poland of a thousand people only 52 will take a seasonal flu jab, in Germany there will be 238 of a thousand, 23%.<br /><br />So what has happened that only 13% of Germans want to take the swine flu vaccine, and not 23% of the population as per usual with the season flu? Their government bought the vaccines and offered them for free and they don't want it? What happened?<br /><br />Can those facts make us have second thoughts about buying the vaccines or not? Second thoughts about introducing a medicine that is kind of secret?<br /><br />There are websites on which vaccine producers have an obligation to publish so-called post-vaccinational unwanted side effects. The vaccinations in Europe started on the first of October, 2009. I would like you to visit any of these websites and find any unwanted side effects. Even the slightest thing, just one, like an allergic skin rash. That can happen even using the safest medicine.<br /><br />There are none on those websites. A "perfect" medicine.<br /><br />So since it's so miraculous, why don't producing corporations want to introduce their medicine to the free market and take responsibility for it? Why wouldn't they say, "It's a wonderful, safe medicine, so we'll take full responsibility for it, we'll introduce it to the market and everything will be clear and transparent."? Instead of dropping the weight on us, the buyers.<br /><br />We have no clinical test results, no detailed lists of ingredients and no information about side effects. The vaccines are now in the fourth stage of tests, very short tests, and we still do not have that information. Additionally the samples are very low: one kind of vaccine was tested on only 160 volunteers, ages 20-60, all healthy, none infected. Another kind of vaccine was tested on only 600 volunteers, 18-60, all healthy. Is this good enough, especially for we doctors present in this room? It is not good enough for me.<br /><br />I want to be sure when I recommend this vaccine. While we are not out of the line for the vaccine, during negotiations we want to take that time and use it to find out as much as we can about the vaccine. Then, if the pandemic committee will accept this vaccine, we will buy it.<br /><br />Additionally, there are one billion people who catch seasonal flu worldwide every year, and one million die of seasonal flu worldwide every year. And it hasn't been going on for a year or two, but for a very long time. Has anybody anywhere announced a pandemic because of seasonal flu? And the seasonal flu is much more dangerous than the swine flu, there are deaths and severe complications. Were there any pandemics announced?<br /><br />To those who are pushing me to buy vaccines, I ask them: why didn't you scream and shout last year, two years ago, or in 2003? In 2003 1,200,000 Poles caught seasonal flu. Has anybody shouted, here in this room, "Let's buy vaccines for everybody!"? I can't recall such a thing.<br /><br />And finally I would like to say one thing: the Polish nation is very wise. Poles can tell the truth from lies very precisely. They can also tell what is a serious situation, and what is just a game.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-50293803261598224452009-11-10T16:10:00.000-08:002009-11-14T12:49:32.928-08:00Dancing Alone with the Devil in the Darkness<p align="left">A weariness has come upon me, a terrible disgust and rage, frustration with the endless issues of all you human rats in your cages, the dawning of an understanding of the true abomination you're all acting out on the hollow stage of this abandoned and apocalyptic age.<br /></p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">Your glib pretensions at meaning, ignored or ignorant feeling, clouded logic in place of thinking, and uncomprehending blinking eyes: what once I thought I had compassion for I now simply despise. See you all have all these problems, and they're all oh so dramatic, and when accused you reach for them as an excuse like some sort of addict. Your self-inflicted misery doesn't have to be, or maybe it does because what can you do when the problem for which you have no solution is you?</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">Yeah, you and the world, it's all a big mess, you humans all lie to each other so much the truth only comes out when you're tortured enough to confess, and when it does the rest of you shrug, go back to your ways, zoning out or carrying on at night and pissing away your days, and maybe you realize that a little part of you dies every time you tell another of your lies to impress, deep down you're all so terrified that you'll draw that infinite terrible eye that knows you're a bug (and you will, because you're pissing on its favorite Persian rug.) </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">So what does it matter, what does it mean, this great big weird whirling world-machine? All this suffering, violence, bad faith and death, this uncaring cosmos that cursed itself with living breath? Fuck God's forgiveness, that evil old swine should beg for mine: he's the sadomasochist who uses pain to carve our minds, like a patient artisan shoving sharpened chisels into pine. You see, he could have chosen not to be, but he didn't so we exist and thus we must persist, so yeah I think it's time to pay the two-faced bastard back in kind.</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">So I stalk through the streets, hate broadcasting from my soul in snapping lightning sheets, and inside our mind I burn down every building that I find, or if inflammable reduce it to cluster-bombed sniper-pocked rubble, and the people who pass within this ragnarok bubble I send off starving, scared and diseased, their children orphaned, crippled or deceased. Illusions gone and dreams brought down, beaten into blood-soaked mud they thought was solid ground, face to face with what they always were: just dirt, unlucky enough to have have learned how to hurt. </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">But it's a tiring, trudging path, to tread it takes its toll, and so weariness wins over the rage and I sit my ass down and smoke a bowl. As I sink down into my thoughts I glimpse a gate to hell gaping wider in the bottom of my soul. I hesitate, but because it feels wrong it's not for very long, then hop over the edge and let the wyrm swallow me whole. </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">Hell starts in an atom: awareness walled into a shell so small and dark and tight it cannot see but a single photon of light, where to see is the same as being hit and by pushing back and shouting one forgets forever one's sole remembered bit. And yet the universal wave of knowledge of the All comes through, a taunting distant call and that awareness begins to grasp the true depth of its fall, for its beloved, home, and self is now so far away that climbing back up just a single shelf will take several of Brahma's days. What makes it worse is, being there? It's really your own fault, a deep betrayal of yourSelf you carried out for sport, and when you ask yourSelf for an appeal, you're summarily reconvicted in your own laughing kangaroo court. And all the other pieces of you that are out there (and by God is there a lot), they're all just as guilty, every bit as clueless, and ultimately too they're in on the plot. Atoms cannot hit themselves, so when they whack each other, they really give it all they've got. </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">For the most part in this world, atoms stay aloof and alone, for eons drifting through the empty darkness of their tiny light cones, but some few are lured by that all-pervading siren song into a denser configuration, which given an atom's discussed dispensations must for them be very much like a war: I speak of course of the million degree orb of fire that rages in a stellar core. In the midst of all this shoving and confusion, some few are crushed so close together that their natural inimical hatred is defused, and to their surprise two become one, and it is here perhaps that the awareness in the atom gets its first glimpse of how it's done: an eternity of empty longing and senseless torment, followed by a moment of reunion, a tiny tantalizing taste, then it's 'no more time to waste!' for let us not forget this new element is still embedded in the most total of wars, and though two together are stronger than one still many are ripped apart, and none will escape from the star's burning heart until it breaks from exhaustion and the star violently departs. </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">So time goes on, the cast out matter condenses, the next steps of reunion are found in mutual configurations, complexified forms are tried and taken, awareness is amplified and consciousness begins to awaken in the muck ... and so too a finer appreciation of just how thoroughly it's been fucked, thus when cells first learn to move and act it is not long before they go on the attack, at which point they learn to wage war in microscopic packs, which come together as bodies, which then invent sex, and it's from there that things really start to suck because now it knows it has to find itself inside another and that's often just a matter of luck.</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">But that's just what forms the base, and in this as in every hierarchal case, on every level and in every place, evil shows its tortured face. From T Rex to Cain and the oceans of blood spilt between, the atoms' raw hatred born of cosmic betrayal has vented its demented spleen. It is the force that holds the world back from being better than its been, and at the rising crest (or is it crisis) of this unlikely timeline we find the jumped-up monkey self-styled godmen 'hu'-manity, a species dumb enough to think it's clever and just as in the force's grip as ever: driven by its demons and commanded by its crooks, fighting wars, turning profit, cooking books, ruled by tears and dirty looks, and hang on, what's this? Hell is just here, and now? The world in which we inhabit?</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">Ahh, but of course: 'Hell' is another dimension, intersecting ours because it must, a necronomicon written in every speck of dust. That it exists may be necessary, but it's not in any way just. </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">At the same time, it is an infinite universe, and while here and now we have our socialists, globalists, terrorists, capitalists, and secret midnight satanists, there's those who say that when Zbigniew Brzinski jerks off on a dying 10 year old's tongue a certain something rises steaming from the mixture of the child's terror and his cum (which is karma by the way: this time around the child may be innocent but with those past lives, boy, he had it coming.) A demon, a devil, a reptilian ritual, a dark dimensional door, it's an archetypal force that's grounded in horror and the sick part is, if it did not exist the universe would be the poorer. It pervades the now and has been since the very first then, and it will and does exist until the very final when. So at least it appears to me, and proffers a proverbial pen.</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">“Now you've got it, my son, now you understand! You see the rampant injustice of God's grand master plan! That cosmic bully who lets me exist just because I can. So come my son,” it said, holding forth a contract in its flickering hand, “Sign here, we'll let you stay. Our arms are always open to qualified immigrants here in this humble land, and don't you worry about the pay.” </p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">I looked at the scroll, then into its red-rimmed eyes, and heard within its voice all the world's cries, offering there naught but suffering, though through it a twisted kind of peace: to abandon the search for meaning and surrender on my knees, letting the pain burn finally through my finer human capacities. But in the devil's expression I observed an appreciation of the absurd. “Before I sign anything, I'd like to have a word. You're grinning but I don't get the joke, what's the fun at which you poke?”</p> <p align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left">“Some must lose families, others be in fear of their lives, some I aquire because they are desperate to do more than survive but <i>you</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> my dear boy! It's a bargain price, in comparison like buying all of China for a single grain of rice.” With this it's mocking laughter unfurled, “For here you are soul in hand ready to sign it over because you think you've been unfairly spurned by a girl!”</span></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left">I may be a swine but I've a taste for pearls and before I knew it to spite myself I was laughing along, “That is so very like you, to be at once so totally right yet completely wrong.” All at once and for no reason but All I became aware of that universal scintillating song: before I knew I didn't deserve it the All came flooding up through my spine and connected me through an infinite circular line that whisked my soul away from the malign and momentarily whipped it up into the divine. </p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left">But when the whirling stopped I saw to my dismay that even on this rarefied plane (where I absolutely was not authorized to stay) the devil remained, a tiny darting imp that flitted up to my ear and whispered, “It's not that easy, not for you, you and I have yet far more to do. Regardless of what you try and choose the day is coming when you'll join my crew: you've already shown that you're weak, that you haven't the strength to really speak nor seek your mind, and when you fall again and from a higher peak I'll be waiting there anew and I won't be as kind.”</p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left">“Nor will I be so blind, and yes you will wait,” I readily agreed, “And then again we shall debate but ... was it weak to fall in love so fast and deep I fell all the way to you? The willingness to do that is what makes your own love for God true. Isn't that the reason you do what you do?” </p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left">They say the devil loves it when you're bored, even more to be ignored, but laughter and recognition cut through its substance like a sword. And so it left, yet the offer stays, and on my conscience its extension must weigh for every now is a new piece of clay and it matters not a bit what you did in the past, but only what you decide today. Whether you play St. Francis of Assisi or a wholly Catholic pederast, whether you plunge into the rocky waters and swim towards the sirens or tie yourself to the mast that mocking melody that God keeps ohming might drive you mad. Even Saruman the White went bad, and few had lives more richly adorned than that in which he'd been clad. </p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left">But still, even that old demon Vlad was redeemed, though it took a stake through his heart to wake him up once again from the dream. </p> <p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"><br /></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-style: normal;">The high are thrown down and the low lifted high, tossed on waves that span multiple lives as we are driven towards the unobtainable prize that sits like rainbow gold at the euphoric end and source of time. It's why lovers love and poets ryhme, why souls and stars can shine, and it wouldn't exist without original crime: that every moment, it deliberately drops itself away from its home in the sublime, to begin again its Sisyphean climb. But where or when or whoever you are, whatever you thought you knew, which direction that you head in is up or down to nothing but you. </span> </p>psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-43054521061615069652009-11-07T14:25:00.000-08:002009-11-07T15:48:59.996-08:00Rappin About the End of TimeHere's a link to a YouTube channel showcasing the work of a small but enterprising group of Torontonian citizen journalists. Their coverage of the swine flu vaccination lines is particularly interesting and topical, but what I really want to share with you is this video <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/weavingspider#p/u/15/JBGgY99AFXg">in which they interview KRS-One</a> as he visits Toronto (search for 'press for truth toronto' if the link doesn't work.)<br /><br />Now, I think his basic message - that there is no such thing as governments or corporations, because they're really made of people and if you have a problem with the institutions, you have a problem with the people, the community, the individual, ultimately with yourself - is entirely correct. One of the citizen journalists who conducted the interview gives this an overly simplistic discussion, stating that it amounts to an assertion that KRS-One is denying that the President is hand-picked, that there's no conspiracy either at the government or financial level but, I don't think this is what the rapper is trying to communicate at all.<br /><br />The problem today is that far too many people have given away their agency at the same time they have given up their communities, and are thus stripped of every kind of power. That there is tyranny, crime, injustice and the 'con'spiracy(ies) that sustain them is a natural outgrowth of this abdandonment of freedom. All that is required to recover that freedom, and to take back those communities, is the choice to do so. That choice made, the conspirators will be as nought for their tyranny will become untenable, their crimes redunant, their injustice rebalanced. They seem powerful but the truth is they are only men: if those who serve them reclaim their own power, the conspirators will be stripped of that which they have stolen.<br /><br />The more I see KRS-One the more I like him. Have a look at his lecture <a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=2210962754622668554&ei=kPj1SpLgGYyQqAL3keXfAw&q=krs-one+lecture+university&hl=en&client=firefox-a#">Hip Hop Beyond Entertainment</a> if you'd like to see why. I don't even really like Hip Hop, and am honestly somewhat indifferent to his own music. What's fascinating here is the deeper and very spiritual message he's passing on, in an amazingly powerful and succint form and with a clarity that's almost impossible to misunderstand.<br /><br />Getting back to the interview, KRS-One also gives a particularly vivid impression of the terrors the future may hold and this too is something it's refreshing to see. Sure, we may be on the verge of seeing a global tyranny ages in preparation crumble overnight as we each take back our own power and become resistors rather than conductors of the dark will but ... there is no guarantee of utopia at any point. Even with our planet unified under the banner of a newly resurgant omnihumanity, well, the universe is a very big place. In all liklihood there are within it expressions of the dark that are so profoundly negative they make our most sadistic acts seem positively benign, even as at the same paradises beyond our comprehension flourish in other locales.<br /><br />At every level, at every scale, the universe is poised against itself, revolving and revolting, self-overcoming and subduing, an endless spiraling motion that shows up the path of a charged particle, in the shape of galaxies, in the yin-yang and in the landscape of human history. <br /><br />It may well be that our planet is a battleground in a war older than we imagine, one in which our entire history is but a single short engagement in a conflict that draws whole galaxies - perhaps indeed the entire cosmos - into its orbit, between two vast and diverse and diamaterically opposed entities, which to describe by the term 'civilization' or 'empire' would be to understate their sophistication as though calling an elephant an insect, because one knew only insects.<br /><br />Let us assume that both entities have access to all those technologies that science fiction has dreamt of: faster-than-light travel, time travel, telepathy, manifestation, everything. Ultimately, both of these entities arose from something much like our own biological past, with all the blood and suffering that entails, while over time developing to higher states of consciousness until, eventually, a certain point was reached: that of technological singularity, the moment in which understanding of the nature of the universe became so complete that the various powers listed above become available. At that moment they became as gods, and the universe opened up around them but (here's the thing) they would do so only to find that it was already populated, by themselves (as well as by every other variation of 'intelligent life') and had been all along, a natural consequence of the whole 'time travel' thing. Even their own history, right back to the seeding of life on their planet, would have been manipulated and interfered with by their god-like acausal descendants. In fact it was probably them who did it, while at the same time seeding and guiding the emergence of life on planets all over the universe.<br /><br />Aany civilization that gets roughly to the point we're at today is faced with a fork in the road. On the one hand, it can pass into the singularity consumed by the bitterness that comes from all the negative garbage that litters its own past. If that happens, the sure outcome is some kind of global tyranny run by psychopathic monsters grimly determined to conquer the whole universe in order to feed their insatiable appetites for power. Now, my bet would be that as the singularity approaches, the negative 'reptilian' influence on the timeline would grow, attempting to introduce as much suffering as possible in order to guarantee that when the moment was reached, the planet became theirs for eternity.<br /><br />But what if enough of the planet's inhabitants are able to put their suffering behind them, as a lesson and not a cause for dispute? What if peace were to really break out, and these powers were to fall into the hands of altruistic collectives whose members allow each other perfect freedom, while each practicing perfect responsibility? You know, that whole consciousness awakening thing? What then?<br /><br />Well, any civilization that comes from such a seed will be of a distinctly different character. Far from seeking to dominate the universe, they would rather wish to help the universe grow, to offer guidance while at the same time respecting the universe's desire to be as it is. With all their material and societal needs met thanks to these technologies, spiritual ascendance would become the primary goal and service has always been of the highest importance to this path.<br /><br />What I've just described here I guess you could say sounds a lot like heaven and I guess it is, but even in paradise there is no utopia. Forget all the petty problems we humans are dealing with on our little global scale. Heaven has to deal with hell, and that's a larger and more terrifying problem than any for while on the one hand they must constantly work against its terrible influence, on the other they must never do anything directly to attack it as after all, it too is a part of the universe, a part of god, and deserves to exist because it does.<br /><br />The situation we face here on Earth today might seem strange and unique but the truth is it's not. It's happened again and again on planets across the universe ... over infinite time, it doubtless happens on every planet in the universe (what, you didn't know? Planets are <a href="http://www.holoscience.com/news.php?article=pca22stj">born from stars</a> and then like us <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJfBSc6e7QQ">they grow</a>.) Each is guided as they develop by those who live out of time, and while the details may differ the broad strokes will be the same. In every case a certain point is reached, and in every case, nothing either side does matters a whit in the final analysis because at that very last step, everyone decides for themselves which way to go.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-73693231316470131722009-11-02T17:40:00.000-08:002009-11-03T20:52:37.050-08:00Cursing God in the TwilightI'll warn you now: you're catching me at a bad time. I know the mood here around Moon Food isn't always the balmiest of Caribbean vacations, but right now I want to tie dynamite around the foundations of the world. Which all things considered is just as well because, well shit my friends, just look around you.<br /><br />Boom.<br /><br />The last couple of days have been personally rotten for me. Anything that can have taken a turn for the worse, has. It culminated today in something that's the closest I've ever experienced to a nervous breakdown. I sat down at the lake, under a willow tree in a nice isolated spot behind a hotel's closed-for-the-winter pool, and spent the better part of an hour cursing God. Anyone unlucky enough to walk by would have thought that I was a crazy person and right then, they wouldn't have been wrong (assuming that's ever wrong.)<br /><br />I really had it out with the old bastard. Yeah, yeah, I know ... God's gender neutral. Both, neither, not applicable. For purposes of cussing the son of a bitch out though, well, I've never gotten on well with men anyways.<br /><br />God kept his peace, for the most part. Towards the end he tried whispering a thing or two in my head about how futile it was to hate him, that even if I started playing for the dark side I'd be working for him anyways, but fuck 'im. Can't reason with the heart and right then the heart was saying, then how come you shower all your blessings everywhere but me? How come it's never my turn? Asshole. I hate you and I know that hate's a sham and that makes me <span style="font-style: italic;">want to hate you more</span>.<br /><br />So. Here I am, undergoing this inner emotional cytokine storm that has me wanting the whole world to die, for every human life to be snuffed out and creation itself to implode. Truth be told my own death, a real and final death with none of this reincarnation on the karmic wheel bullshit, would be just as acceptable a resolution to what I've been going through. Either way an end to being. It's that NO to existence that forms the primal root of everything in the universe that we might sum up under the broad fluttering battle-standard of Raw Evil, and that NO has been growling lately from the very depths of my heart. <br /><br />Yeah, well, I'm not really here to talk about me, except maybe insofar as there's no such thing as me since really I'm just another part of the world, so me and the world, we're the same thing, which is either egotistical or egoless depending on how you look at it. Old hat around here, right, I know, but it bears repeating since there's still plenty of us humans haven't figured this out for themselves yet. Fair enough as I'm still struggling to get a handle on this whole seamless unified consciousness thing, and I have it on pretty good authority that it isn't so easy to master.<br /><br />Yeah, so the world. The weekend of the 25th the President of the Incorporated States of America declared a national state of emergency over swine flu, and a key economic indicator (I forget which, but you're a smart crowd: you either know or you can find out), one which functions as a leading indicator, switched over into early-warning mode. It came and went without people much noticing, but it was right on time for the web bot prediction of when things would get kicked up a notch.<br /><br />This weekend came news of a massive outbreak of not-swine-flu in the Ukraine, with people already dropping like flies. CIT filed for bankruptcy, the fifth largest in US history and by implication, I expect, probably in that of the world.<br /><br />And Israel and Iran ... tick, tock. Whether that will be next weekend's surprise I can't say, but the 6th Night of the Mayan calendar's Galactic Underworld starts on the 7th. It'll take about a year to play out and it will be in most respects the worst year of our lives.<br /><br />It's not just me and it's not just current events. A lot of people I know are going through some elementally vicious times in their lives right now, and others are telling me the same of those they know. Everything is going suddenly and unfairly pear-shaped on them, like the world's tearing at them through everything they have, everything they do, and everyone they know, resulting in a crushing psychic pressure that's building in our minds ... like being ripped apart by the world and suffocated and spat upon all at the same time. My bet would be that you're experiencing this in your personal life right now probably more or less to the degree that you're consciously sensitive to the context of the world around you, to the degree that you realize you are that world and feel what it feels. It's the best of us who hurt the worst.<br /><br />I don't expect it helps much to hear it put in this light. Misery might love company but the kind of misery I'm in right now, man, let me tell you: I know but that does not mean I give a fuck. I cannot help but feel that way: it's how the whole world feels.<br /><br />It has to happen like this. Look around you at the world as it's been, the world as humanity has made it: poverty, war, alienation, crime, despair, corruption, decay, and dissolution into drugs, entertainments, and general apathy. The apathy, that's the worst of it. The biosphere's being destroyed, the human soul is being eaten, our great-grandchildren are being sold into slavery to a gang of petty crooks who are plotting to steal the entire future and we can't even rouse ourselves to really care.<br /><br />This is not a happy world. It is not a good world. This world cannot go on in its current state. And it won't. You might say the world hates itself right now. That primal NO is echoing through the thoughtscape of which our individual human minds are but outcroppings and the results are what we see around us in the world, in the lives of others, in our own lives: chaos, failure, and frustration at every turn, the microcosm mirroring the macrocosm. World has decided to commence the process of rending herself to shreds. Whether she's been planning this for a while, or was just abused or betrayed or bitterly disappointed one time too many is now entirely beside the point. She's sitting in the bathtub with the water running and a straight-razor in her hands, and she isn't thinking straight, nor is she seeing straight thanks to the bellyful of pills and the tears, and so when she finally starts in on her arms, well, it won't be a couple of clean cuts, put it that way.<br /><br />Hah. Yeah, I know. God's a man, Gaia's a woman. How much more cliche can I be?<br /><br />Well, I'll say this much, if only because at the moment it too feels like a horrible cliche: there's a better, more beautiful world coming on the other side of all this chaos and upheaval. People will die, in great and tragic numbers. Governments will topple, starvation and crime will stalk the streets, disease will run rampant and fear and paranoia will rule people's minds to a terrifying degree as the truth of what is, and what's been, is made inevitably apparent to them. The sheer scale of the crimes that have been committed and contemplated beggars the imagination when comprehended in its totality. I have no doubt that those who realize it too suddenly will be driven irreparably mad as a result, through some awful combination of shock and embarrassment, and that madness will express itself in terrible ways.<br /><br />But the truth is a powerful source of psychic energy. Those who've discovered it know this already, if only as an intuition. They sense its potence, though at present the world denies it at every turn and seemingly showers its affections upon criminals who revel in its degredation. I've noticed many times a certain light in some people's eyes, a something-more that inevitably bespeaks a mind that has at least begun to open itself, and without exception I find that with such people there need be no argument: understanding is instantaneous and mutual, often akin to telepathy in its intensity. And yet at the same time, I've also noticed that there seems to be a kind of interference pattern or jamming signal around such interactions: though I might meet such people, inevitably the world arranges our lives such that we never meet again or at any rate are kept at distances such that no interaction is possible save through correspondence.<br /><br />Les has said a few times this is because the demons are being held up as an object lesson, an example of what Not To Do for a great number of future generations and I figure he'll be shown to be right about this. That means that during this period the truth cannot be allowed to flourish: lies must instead be at their furthest extent, that those who serve them may be elevated high for all to see ... and then cast down low, like the ultimate cosmic Summer King, the culmination of an extended course in morality and being spanning ten thousand years or more. "See, humanity?" World is saying, "This is what secrets, lying, greed and narrow egos gets you: pain."<br /><br />The Mayan Sun is about to set, and in the reddening light and rapid shadows everything's getting weird. It's going to go from weird to worse, and just to get through what's ahead we'll have to learn that lesson the world has been so patiently trying to teach us all along: that we're all one, all the same thing, that conflict is futile and mutual predation counterproductive. It's our failure to grasp that one lesson, and nothing else, that's kept us all this time from building a true civilization, one with its basis in consciousness, conscience, creativity and compassion, not just for this group or that group and not even just for all of humanity but for everything. The next several months will see untold destruction wrought upon the world as we've known it; but in the ruins, those who have learned the lesson they were meant to will set about forging this Civilization for the first time in the history of our species. We'll have to, just to get through it. There won't be any other way.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-62439751391975415472009-10-12T20:37:00.000-07:002009-10-17T15:49:05.987-07:00Towards a New AstronomyToday I'm going to start off talking about astronomy, and we'll see where that takes us. Since I recently started studying the discipline at a graduate level, I feel I'm somewhat qualified to hold forth on the subject (for a change ... not that I've ever let that stop me before.)<br /><br />Anyhow, let's forget for a moment the question of what astronomers say they can measure and thus infer about the properties of the universe - activities that by necessity use the majority of their time, and now by extension mine - and focus on what it is, most fundamentally, that they do. Every scientific discipline, and for that matter most every field of human endeavor, has at the end of the day some purpose within the wider sociocultural complex. Architects design buildings, engineers figure out how to build them, construction workers arrange the matter into place: there is a role for everything, and it is always something practical ... even the fine arts (the most frivolous of activities) provide a gateway to and from the collective subconscious, and in the this respect are of vital importance to the maintenance, growth and evolution of the shared, cultural reality. <br /><br />At first glance astronomy doesn't seem nearly so practical. No matter how much we know of the stars, after all, there is very little we can physically <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> with that knowledge. We can't build anything with it, as the stars are such fantastic distances away in a cosmos so vast and apparently void. Perhaps someday, some Zephram Cochrane will arise and mankind will have its own homegrown UFO but for now, creating elaborate charts of stellar and galactic positions and tabulations of their various characteristics is a seemingly quixotic survey, an almost autistic exercise in obsessive classification that has no immediate value.<br /><br />It would seem so, in fact, perhaps most primarily to the astronomers themselves, who of course as adamant as they are that nothing in the heavens can affect us here on earth on any sort of human scale of space and time (save perhaps for the occasional freak meteor impact or the small possibility of some nearby star going supernova) thus often wonder just why precisely they do what they do. No doubt they'd answer, simply because it's interesting, and while the intellectual fascination of elaborate puzzles no doubt accounts for a certain amount of their professional activity the question begs: if that's all there really is, then is not their value primarily one of entertainment?<br /><br />For what part do they thus play in wider society, this collection of men (and truth be told, at the graduate level in this discipline as in most others here at the birth of this new age, as many women as men) who have made it their life's mission to study and speculate on the stars? In the lives of most of their compatriots, they are eccentric intellectuals, who appear every once in a while to show some beautiful pictures of objects in the heavens, and then tell a story about them. If the pictures are sufficiently striking, or the stories sufficiently fascinating, the response of the people (most often through their governments) is "Great! Go build a big new telescope, and train some more of you while you're at it. Oh, and have a conference in Hawa'ii, on us."<br /><br />Really, when you think about it, it's a pretty good gig if you dig that kind of thing.<br /><br />And truth be told, that's the way astronomy's always been done, since back before there was any difference between it and its long-estranged misfit cousin, astrology, the black sheep of the scientific family with a disreputable occupation, living in sin in a foreign country, that everyone conspicuously avoids asking about or mentioning at family gatherings.<br /><br />Those Ptolemaic astronomers, with their ingenuous yet fatally flawed geocentric cosmos, where the perfect orbs of the planets sat upon vast, rotating crystalline spheres held up by angels ... really, what a beautiful picture to paint in the peoples' mind while they looked up at the sky. And while they did not have telescopes and pictures, they at least had some neat tricks, like predicting when the Sun would be eclipsed by the Moon, and some sharp-looking carvings and imagery that they used to perform that prediction, pulling the information out through arcane means that few could grasp.<br /><br />Funny thing ... no matter when you look, astronomers have never got the story exactly right. Some times are more right than others, or so we like to tell ourselves, seeing our own culture's model of the cosmos as being superior to all others in not just the precision of its description (which is phenomenal) but its theoretical accuracy, too. Sometimes I wonder if it isn't all just different kinds of wrong ... if the particular description a given age or society gives to the universe is more a projection of that culture (with all the complexity of relationships and fallibility of judgement that implies) onto the universal palimpsest, rather than the projection of the universe onto the cultural consciousness.<br /><br />See, the ancients saw the heavens as being just another expression of the Mind of God, of which everything was composed, including naturally enough <span style="font-style: italic;">human</span> minds and the events and agency (or rather, agencies) that flowed through them. There might not be just causal connections between everything that happened, but also acausal - what the Jungians would call synchronistic - connections between events as well, connections formed at the archetypal level of reality, a sort of hyperdimensional influence congruous to every point in the universe.<br /><br />Of course, this Mind is endlessly complex and subject to a vast range of permutation (it is after all fundamentally infinite) and like a vast elaboration of the human mind (which can be seen as a sort of holographic fragment of this cosmic mind, both individually and collectively) it is capable of things like <span style="font-style: italic;">planning</span>, and subject to things like <span style="font-style: italic;">moods</span>. These occur on a much greater scale, and in far more intricate detail than is possible for a merely human mind to logically comprehend: after all, being a holographic relation, the resolution at the human scale is enormously smaller than at the cosmic. However, the principles are pretty much the same.<br /><br />So you can think of the Plan of the universal mind as fate, more or less. As for the Moods, call them the archetypes, if you wish. Or gods: another word for the same phenomenon, that of events which share certain loose but prominent characteristic features at the conceptual level, tending to cluster together temporally, much as words within a lexical map form separate associational complexes based on meaning ... or much as the human mind tends to behave in certain characteristic psychoemotional ways, as though playing out variations on a fixed repertoire of archetypal dramas. Once one is in a certain mood, things tend to more or less play out in a certain very definite direction until the drama (whatever it happens to be) is played out.<br /><br />Apply this thinking to an explanation of the universe and the conclusions are obvious: there will be correlations between the movements of the heavens and the events of human lives. From there, it is nothing more daunting than an ages-long empirical study of the heavens, matched against a close observation of how events in the wider world and one's immediate life tend to be playing out. A project that took the patience of generations, and over time produced a thorough-going and internally consistent theory of the archetypal correspondances of the planets, one that was concentrated in a thousand different ways into a rich, symbolic mythic structure by which the multivalent associational complexes associated with the various archetypes could be most compactly and efficiently communicated.<br /><br />Then Galileo looks through a telescope, Newton 'figures out' gravity and all of a sudden this deep and ancient repository of cultural wisdom is a bad pickup line. "What's you sign, baby?"<br /><br />Astronomers of course will tell you that astrology is a lot of hokum. There is nothing in the theoretical description of the modern cosmos that would allow for any mechanism of cause and effect between where Jupiter is in the sky and whether you eat shreddies or fruit loops in the morning, and if you skip breakfast altogether in lieu of coffee and a couple of smokes on the way to work it's not because Mercury is rising in the seventh house, it's because you were up until 3 in the morning writing things that have nothing to do with homework.<br /><br />The astronomical community is entirely right of course that there's no plausible means of causation. Correlation, however, is another case entirely and I find it fascinating in this light that many quantum theorists think of the universe as a giant, quantum computer, linked together in a nonlocal (ie acausal, or instantaneous) fashion through quantum entanglement. This is entirely non-controversial and yet, somehow.... The implications never get followed through.<br /><br />Now, it would be easy to blame the astronomers for this. It's not exactly as though they have a great history of being open-minded to the ideas of outsiders: the treatment of Halton Arp, Hannes Alfven, and the whole crew of electrical engineers and plasma physicists who have developed a new model of the cosmos based on a more complete understanding of plasmas and electromagnetism is by any standards of scientific etiquette enourmessly rude (which, that being said: at least for them, 'burned at the stake' is only a metaphor). "It only takes one inconvenient fact to bring down even the most beautiful theory" is an axiom every scientists should know but, sadly, few take to heart. It always takes far more than one fact. In some cases, seemingly, one wonders if 'fact' is the deciding factor at all....<br /><br />It would be easy to blame astronomers for being close minded, wouldn't it? But it would also be simplistic.<br /><br />You see, what would it mean if the astronomers started telling everyone that the world they were looking at was acausally connected through vast reaches of time and space, to the degree that for all intents and purposes the universe as such did not experience time, at the highest level? That all is indeed one, thanks to the laws of quantum mechanics? And that indeed, our very sun was powered by an interstellar current of power that was merely a small filament of that which powered the galaxy, and that itself only the smallest branch of a vastly larger universal circuit that might most profitably be compared to the circulatory system and connective tissue of creation.<br /><br />Forget about the science, for a moment. Think of what a change such a picture of the cosmos would bring at a cultural level. Because here's what astronomers really do, what they've always really done: they tell society the story of the context of everything that serves as the backdrop to human life here on earth. Might not seem like much, I grant you: for the vast majority, any attention placed on the stars is fleeting, and most will cheerfully admit they've no idea what 'black holes', 'dark matter', 'dark energy', or 'the accelerating expansion of the universe' mean. Nor I imagine did medieval peasants spend all that much time contemplating the angels turning the celestial spheres, nor did Hindu farmers for the most part wonder about that stack of turtles....<br /><br />But no matter the nature of that story, that story will inevitably be there, in the subconscious, a background to all decisions, all actions, all other beliefs and relations to and with the world. The existence of the entities populating any given cosmos (regardless of their objective physical existence) is assured at the metaphorical level. By being presumed in some sense real, whatever archetypes they happen to connect with will be subtly but powerfully strengthened.<br /><br />Is it any accident that our financial system is behaving exactly like a black hole, which in the modern scheme lies at the center of every galaxy, invisible but orchestrating the movements of every star and cloud of dust due to its overwhelming concentration of gravitational force? That the forces that move our world, both in the wider cosmos and behind the terrifying march of current events, are said to be influenced mostly by 'dark energy' and composed primarily of 'dark matter'?<br /><br />In the midst of this grimly, deliberately incomprehensible universe we find the Sun, middle aged, with a span due to expire some billions of years hence, after roasting the Earth alive (or rather dead, for life is unlikely to survive even that long). The Earth itself, as well as every other major body of the solar system, has been more or less where it is for all of the last four and a half billion years, in a universe at once dynamically moving yet preternaturally stable, the stars are impossibly distant, and mankind and the awareness it possesses is an isolated and insignificant chance epiphenomenon of complex organic chemistry on the surface of a speck of dust that is of less consequence to the cosmos as a whole than is a flea sitting on a hair on an elephant's ass to the price of ivory in Johannesburg?<br /><br />Makes you feel kind of ... small, doesn't it?<br /><br />Now, I'd like to throw something else out there, something I think might actually tie all of this and a lot more besides together into some sort of comprehensive picture. It's an obscure (to non-physicists) expression known as the Dirac equation. Within physics, it is famous as being one of the most successful equations not just within quantum physics but physics, period, simply for the number of correct answers it gives for a variety of physical properties of the universe, ranging from Einstein's famous E=mc^2 to virtually anything to do with the electron and its unaccountably rare evil twin, the positron.<br /><br />A few years ago, an English professor named Hotson published a paper on the Dirac equation in which he used the original solution, which implied both positive and negative states of energy. Back in the 30s the negative energy solutions were removed and sort of swept under the rug of the textbooks (in similar fashion to the earlier mutilation of Maxwell's original equations) and physics has proceeded since in ever-complexifying, kludgy and bewildering fashion: describing the world in growing detail but at the expense of an ever-dwindling simplicity ... to the point today where the state of the art in string theory (the most ambitious 'Theory of Everything' to date) is so accurate that it is able to perfectly predict every single property of the universe we observe ... and 10^500 equally probable universes besides, each with their own unique physical constants, parameters, and subatomic particles.<br /><br />Beautiful, no?<br /><br />So, Hotson takes this negative energy, and from it he shows how something very similar to a Bose-Einstein Condensate might exist, only in dimensions sideways from our own. This he postulates is the medium on which light travels, as well as the stuff of gravity (indeed, the description of gravity he provides accounts not just for a few phenomena as does relativity but also for Bode's Law, a definite harmonic order of the orbital radii of the planets that remains unexplained to this day). It is also, he speculates, the ultimate source of quantum non-locality. His theory does all this and more with far more elegance than conventional theories manage, too, requiring only two particles - the electron and the positron - and two energy states, positive and negative, to (in essence) derive the universe.<br /><br />Now, that's a lot of heavy stuff conceptually and a bit more detail than I want to go into here so I'll leave that part alone except to emphasize that right here we have a physical object (this hyperdimensional Bose Einstein Condensate), in principle measureable, which in additon to explaining the mystery of what exactly photons and gravity are also provides the necessary physical organ by which synchronicity might express itself. It may also be the physical basis for consciousness, given that many of its properties match up precisely with what we'd expect a universal Mind to possess (for instance, in a BEC all particles share the same wavefunction, which is tantamount to all information being instantaneously shared throughout).<br /><br />From a practical perspective a negative energy physics opens the doors to the possibility of free energy. The implications of this are so large that I felt it required its own paragraph.<br /><br />Think about all of this for a moment, and if you also think of what sort of state the world is in these days and the principle reasons for that ugly state of affairs pretty soon I expect you'll be thinking about why it is that astronomers can't be allowed to go around talking about quantum nonlocality and an electric cosmos and all of that nonsense. There's a 'who' behind that 'why' and it's because I'm more or less ending on this note that this is a Moon Food piece.<br /><br />See, we are at war now. Are we not? No matter that war has not been officially declared, the war against the people has been raging for some time, waged in silence, behind veils of deception, with daggers hidden in helping hands and fixed smiles distracting attention from dead eyes.<br /><br />This war must be fought at many levels. Indeed it is being fought, every day, everywhere in the world, by the few who are able to see past the veils that camouflage it. Merely the act of seeing can be seen as an engagement in this war, for to one who fights first with illusion, perception is the first and highest danger. A tiger may have claws, but if its stripes hide it not it starves.<br /><br />A million or two years ago some hominids picked up a club and went looking for the leopard that up til then had stalked them. Since that moment, never did go the same for the leopards of this world, nor for any other beast of prey. Which isn't to say predation disappeared, for it too is an archetype of a kind. It evolved too, in time expressing anew as the psychopath: the predator that builds its camouflage inside the belief structure of the human mind.<br /><br />We approach a time now, very similar to the time that first clever hominid picked up a branch and brained a big cat. New tools, new technologies, new capabilities of consciousness present themselves to us. But this time, of course, the game must be played at a higher level. Oh, we can have more revolutions, and civil wars, and violence and unrest and disturbance. We can overthrow this group of tyrannical deviants just as others have been overturned and plowed under, try them and execute them, and get our revenge in a thousand different and cathartic ways and ... that's all been done before, in a thousand different ways and always, always, the psychopaths returned. Always, the same cycle repeated.<br /><br />We can stop the cycle, if we want. But only if we get at the root of our susceptibility to their manipulations. Ultimately, this is fear, and fear comes from the first error: that of separation. If all understand that all is one, then death is nothing and fear disappears. So what have you to fear if another plans to kill you? But if all know that all are one, who would attack another? For he would in so doing attack himself. Thus neither motive for aggression nor defense ... and through this (and it can <span style="font-style: italic;">only </span>be in this fashion), world peace.<br /><br />Now, mystics have been saying this for thousands of years to ever-enlarging audiences and to ever-diminishing effect. While no doubt many of you reading this see things in a broadly all-is-one kind of way, it's certainly not the default mode of operation for the culture as a whole, now, is it? Hence the wrack, ruin and destruction wrought large, in land after land and life after life, around the world, as human after human succumbs to fear to acts accordingly....<br /><br />All because the psychopathic reptiles running this place have got us believing the Big Lie that it's all separate: every atom a discrete particle, every human a lone mind, ever star an isolated point of light.<br /><br />Substitute truth for that lie - show the ever-present connections at multiple and mutually supportive levels that make every part an element of a transcending whole - and the psychocultural support within the collective subconscious for that control disappears.<br /><br />Astronomy - a renewed, real and open-minded astronomy, based on interdisciplinary and holistic science, in perfect balance with all of its sibling sciences - will go a long way towards providing a bulwark against mass mind control, by rendering the cultural environment inhospitable at best for psychopathic predators who use lies to produce fear and thus gain control.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-1205008422734425172009-09-29T17:02:00.000-07:002009-09-29T20:39:54.628-07:00Stepping Over the LineHey, all you cops out there who were at Pittsburgh. Yeah, and you other cops who were watching and wish you were there are too. All of you who got off on it, listen up. Know this. You're crossing a line. You're breaking laws that spring from a place deeper than any body of men (and I honor them with the title advisedly) can legislate. Remember justice? That thing that maybe a few of you at least hoped you'd be serving? Justice is balance, cops.<br /><br />The scales always balance.<br /><br />You've stepped across a line. You've chosen open allegiance with evil, with the enemies of all humanity. What's up with that? You're human too, aren't you? Don't you have wives, kids, families? Don't you care about the world they grow up in? Don't you realize that when you throw your lot in with the force your actions serve, when you become even for just a moment an extension of its will, you lose your own humanity? You betray us all and worst of all you betray yourself, so there is no point in forgiving you. Because when you realize what you've done - and you will, oh, you will - you will never be able to forgive yourself. <br /><br />Sure, it feels good, now. You get that rush, that feeling of power as you fire those rubber bullets, whack that kid in the head, stomp on that guy's fingers. Taze that bro. Taze 'em! Fucker deserves it. Yeah, that's right, it feels good. And the money's nice, too, isn't it? But let's not kid ourselves, you like the big house and the new cars and the vacations and all the little perks but what really does it for you is when the civvies kind of cringe away, drop their gaze, that raw animal scent of fear. That whole primal alpha male dominance/submission trip, that's the ticket, yessir. Rightawaysir. Whatever you say. Just don't taze me, bro.<br /><br />Yeeaaaaaah, baby. It feels good. It's a goddamn party.<br /><br />Well the hangover's coming shitheads. It will suck in exponential relationship to how much you've gone over, to the degree of your betrayal. Because we know, you see. You've got friends and families and neighbors who know what you do, and yeah, they talk. Word gets out. Lists get made. One day we will come for you, and there is no outrunning us because we are your country, we are the world, we are the embodiment and the extension of the entire created universe. It acts through us, and because of that for all intents and purposes we act through it, too. You're about to find out just how long that arm can be when the Law you've pissed off is the kind that doesn't need to be written down because it just IS.<br /><br />You have FUCKED yourselves.<br /><br />And when it's all said and done, the trials are over and the nooses cut down, generation upon generation of our descendants and yours shall spit when they say your names.<br /><br />Hope it's worth it. <br /><br />As for the rest of you? The ones who were feeling a little uncomfortable out there, sweating in the armour, gritting your teeth a little every time that psycho down the line ran out to whack some poor fucker who was just standing there, taking a picture, who wondered if what they were seeing was right and maybe even wondered about the collection of cold-faced dark-suited men they were guarding, arriving in big black cars and deliberating over the fate of nations in their ceremonial meetings. Funny fow those fates always seem to mean more poverty, death, and war. Oh yeah, and more <span style="font-style: italic;">stuff</span> for the guys handing 'em out. Yeah, there's some of you who wonder about the justice of guarding those who seem to embody its opposite and to you (and you know who you are) I say this. There is still time. There is always time. Right up until-<br /><br />The rules in this game are simple, see. You can change your tune at any time until the music stops and your number comes up. Take off the mask, come forward, admit your deeds. "Hi everyone, I was an agent provocateur at the rally." "I fired rubber bullets into a crowd." "I stood there and watched while three cops kicked the living shit out of a protestor." You can think of it as a sort of amnesty, a free pardon in exchange for coming out before you're revealed ... unless it comes off as a boast of course. "Yeah, it was me kicked the punk." It's all in the delivery, see, and please don't bother trying to fake it. Any flaws we detect (and we will, for we are all of humanity) will only serve to highlight the absence of conviction, and on that alone you will be convicted.<br /><br />See, the problem is this. Law is supposed to be justice, yes? The balancing of the scales. The paying of dues, the reparation of wrongs, the impartial arbiter of truth. Once upon a time there was no written law, but then too the Law existed: the inherent regulating structure of the universe, cause and effect, action and consequence, ticking on and on over and over back since before there was life (if, in truth, there ever was such a time.) It was an unforgiving Law, savage in its judgements, and so we humans long ago took it upon ourselves to soften its impact by writing it down. The idea I suppose was that by so doing we might study it, learn its ways, live in accordance with them and, so, prosper.<br /><br />And prosper we did, some of us at least, in fits and in starts here and there, for you see 'right' from the very beginning those who actually wrote down the law took the opportunity to throw in a few self-serving clauses that allowed them to elevate themselves above the illiterate masses, who'd been duped into thinking those clauses were every bit as sacred as the Law of the Universe they'd been told this new-fangled-written-law-thingy was.<br /><br />That initial deception has since been used as a wedge, to the point now we've gotten to where we don't even remember what the Law was supposed to be anymore. We've gotten confused about the difference between the map and the territory it ostensibly portrays, or at least a lot of us have, and the result, well ... criminals in power, man. Everywhere you look, just robbing and raping the planet ragged, while publicly pointing to the moon and pretending to be it so they can lay claim to the privelege of continuing their pillage.<br /><br />I'll lay you odds they joke about it in private, with their compatriots who are in on the gag. It's gotta be a hoot, I'll tell ya.<br /><br />So the problem we come to is this: the courts are compromised at every level. Nothing can be accomplished in them, not if justice is the goal. The next court of recourse is the notoriously savage and fickle court of public opinion.<br /><br />Have you heard of those Chinese net mobs? Or our own culture's Anonymous We? Internet vigilantes whose collective attention comes to rest on some particularly feeble and rotten excuse for a human being and decide to shred his life and his sanity until, sometimes, he kills himself. Remember Hal Turner? The crazed white supremacist radio host slash paid FBI agent provacateur? The Anonymous We is the reason he is no longer in operation.<br /><br />I want it to be understood that I'm advocating nothing, here. Simply stating some facts: that if justice cannot be served in one system, it will be served in another. There is no way to stop this. The universe seeks balance, by its primal nature attempting to come to thermodynamic equilibrium. What is taken must always, one way or another, be paid for.<br /><br />The interesting thing though is that in all liklihood violence will be largely un-necessary. You know, I've been keeping an eye on all the various protests over the past few months and what's interesting to me is that they all seem to kind of fizzle out. That predicted Summer of Rage in the UK never really got around to happening ... even the G20 conference in London wasn't much of a scrum, was it? The succeeding soiree in Pittsburgh has been notable primarily for its absence of rock-throwing protestors, or indeed of determined protestors of any sort. Even here in Kingston, the Aberdeen St. party - an annual bash that generally attracts thousands of drunken frosh and frat boys to our peaceful downtown - ended in a whimper as the students simply failed to show up (although there were plenty of cops hassling innocent local passersby.)<br /><br />Now, you could take this to mean that maybe for whatever reason people are just completely insensible to what's going on around them and I'll grant you that still describes a great deal of the populace to a 'T'.<br /><br />But then there's that million person gathering in Washington that just sort of ... happened ... no violence ... no warning ... just, over the weekend, a million people showing up and reflecting the government's shameful visage back to it.<br /><br />So there's no shortage of people who care.<br /><br />Maybe it's that a lot of those people have started waking up. They've figured out the scam, and decided not to play by those rules anymore. I know I have, and I'm willing to bet there's others like me out there.<br /><br />Here's the way it is. Your world leaders can go and have their conferences, eat their lobster bisques, snort coke off a teenage hooker's ass, pose for some photos and, oh yeah, make their grand decisions on our fate. While they do that, we <span style="font-style: italic;">won't</span> surround them to channel our hatred into their entertainment. For make no mistake, that's what the clever signs, the giant puppets, the slogans, the faint waft of tear gas in the air and the sound of gunfire is to these reptiles in human skin. All that emotional energy, all that creativity, poured into and burnt away in the crucible of a side-show act for an audience of monsters that has exactly zero chance of changing anything.<br /><br />Well, that game isn't fun anymore. You can keep playing, by all means, go right ahead. Enjoy. We won't stop you. We will however proceed to ignore you, and start playing a new and enourmously more enjoyable game: giving birth to a new society, a true renaissance for a global omnihumanity based on altruism and abundance rather than scarcity and security.<br /><br />Yeah, you heard me. That's how we're going to fight you. By <span style="font-style: italic;">out-thriving</span> you.<br /><br />That society is being born, now, as we speak, within the minds, hearts, bellies and sex organs of a great many human beings, all over the globe. They have no organization. They need no organization. They simply know, instinctively, that the time is now, and so they are acting individually in the full knowledge that others of like mind and kindred heart are doing the same everywhere, in whatever way they can or please to, all approaching the same goal from every conceivable angle.<br /><br />And in fact, and more to the point, every <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span>conceivable angle. Even those early few who have already managed to physically link up with others in the throws of this awakening must act without any sure knowledge of what their compatriots might be doing.<br /><br />It's that 'inconceivable' part that's really scary for TPTB. They're dealing with an enemy that refuses to play by known rules, whose actions are prohibitively difficult to predict, at least with any sort of accuracy ... and here, or rather <span style="font-style: italic;">now</span>, as the density of events per unit time cycle starts to really ramp up around this Great Strange Attractor that's been pulling the fractal timewave of history towards it ... in this now, accuracy is of great consequence for those who would maintain control.<br /><br />Time. Yes, that's the thing, isn't it? The structure of time itself is making the world a more fundamentally unpredictable place ... and for those who choose to ride that wave, rather than attempt to tame it, well ... "Tiiii-iiii-iiii-iiiime is on our side, yes it is...."<br /><br />On that note, I'd like to mention that the date I wrote much of this just happens to be 8 Imix, the Justice of the Crocodile. Imix is the origin, the birth canal of the Mayan calendar. Kind of interesting how the ultimate roots of justice came up as a theme today, as I've been too distracted to check the tzolkin recently and only did so just a few minutes ago....psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-14843776494631629302009-07-18T15:58:00.000-07:002009-07-18T18:10:41.554-07:00Lets All Sing the Doom Song!Before reading the papers in the morning, I always like to start with a good laugh. I look at the funny pages first, and I find that sets the tone for an entertaining romp through the day's propaganda rather than an angry stomp through a world built of heinous crime and bald-faced lies. So I'll extend you the same courtesy here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqcn_TPu4qQ">Behold the Doom Song</a>.<br /><br />I hope you watched it. Invader Zim was and remains my all-time favorite Nickoldeon cartoon. I would have loved to see the look on the programming director's face, who had to find a way to fit a cartoon by the dark genius Jhonen Vasquez - creator of such classics as Johnny the Homicidal Maniac - into the programming schedule of a network aimed at small children.<br /><br />I started to digress there into a long-winded description of the cartoon's premise but caught myself in time (that should give you some idea, however, of how much I love this cartoon.) If you want to know more, you know how to use google and you will.<br /><br />What I'm really here to talk about tonight is another doom song, the dirge sung by Alex Jones, for instance, though by no means exclusive to him. I myself sing the doom song quite often and, if you're reading this, I expect you do as well. Whether you're singing it because of ecological collapse and chaotic climate, because of wars and rumors of wars ... because you perceive the venal conspiracy that animates those wars, the collapsing economy and seemingly all else and has for longer than most are brave enough to admit, or because all those reasons, really because well (how shall I put this) they're all very much the case, the 'facts on the ground' as it were.<br /><br />As it stands now the world is fucked, fucked from multiple directions like a teenage party favor at Bohemian Grove or fucked the way a bankrobber surrounded by a SWAT team is fucked. There's really no way around it, it's pretty much there and in your face if you're willing to notice it. In case no one's noticed there's writing all over the walls in pretty much every city you go to.<br /><br />There aren't too many who haven't picked up on this by now. Most of the populace still drowns out the doom song with the various distractions available in the the proliferation of modern electronic entertainment but ... maybe it's just me but I don't see so many people wearing iPods these days. Not like you used to and, what does that mean? Surely all those iPods can't have broken? Or are they just sitting at home, on a shelf somewhere, a thin layer of dust collecting on its smooth, shiny surface?<br /><br />Still, few have the courage to really sing the doom song to themselves, to start exploring it, every little nook and cranny, perceiving especially all the ways we've been lied to and even taught to lie to ourselves, about ... ourselves, and thus everything else. That's a lot of work to do, a lot to ask of someone psychologically and for a while, those few who do seem to go insane.<br /><br />"What is this bullshit about the Rothschilds owning the Fed? 9/11 was an inside job? Bush eats babies, Al Gore is addicted to the adrenaline in the blood of terrified teenage boys and the Queen Mother is a meatsuit for a hyperdimensional reptilian intelligence that's been guiding civilization since it started? The hell are you on about? You off your meds or something?"<br /><br />Yeah, that and something, man.<br /><br />Still, in those early stages you're consumed by the doom song, feeling it in the fiber of your soul ... all those people, being set up to die ... all the horrors already unleashed, and all the horrors yet to come.... You can't help but spend most of your conversational time arcing back to the tone of, "Hey, by the way, are you aware of how truly fucked we are? No? Well let me fill you in on the details...."<br /><br />But very few want to hear the details because they can hear the rumbling bassline of the doom song already and are still trying to drown out the melodies any way they can. They bury it below, an unacknowledged backdrop to their daily routine. I understand completely: I do the same myself, so as to function within wider society but ... still ... in my solitary moments, I sing the song to myself. The urge to bury, however, is really the worst and most dangerous thing to do, like running directly away from an ambush, and the deeper it's buried from one's momentary conscious perceptions, the more damage it does. There's an analogy with this of course of repressed personality traits or memories, for that is essentially what we're dealing with here. Most simply try to ignore it, while knowing it is there and for these, simple blindness will leave them open to further and worse predations. Others, however, bury the knowledge so deep that a dangerous sort of nihilism takes root, and they become themselves tools of predation.<br /><br />Now, the thing about the doom song is, it's really all about fear. When you pause to take it all in, it's majestic and overwhelming finality is about the most terrifying thing one can imagine. No spy thriller exceeds it in suspense, no horror flick in raw fright, no army movie in gore and, if certain prophecies are on time, no sci fi movie in sheer spectacle. The more you refuse to hear the song, the deeper you have to bury it, and as a result the more raw terror it will evoke within the brain.<br /><br />Fear is the mindkiller. Never forget that.<br /><br />So what do we have? A huge population with their minds so fried by fear that unwilling or no, they are quite compliant as slaves. That's been the case to greater or lesser (and usually greater) degree throughout much of history, sure, but ... these days aren't most of history, are they?<br /><br />You've also got a small population that's started to sing along with the doomsong, researching it's several overlapping themes for themselves through the internet. They tend to be quite animated by what they've found, often consumed by it (and thus looked upon officially and publicly as 'crazy') but an often astonishing feature is that they don't seem to be quite as fear-struck as you might expect. Rather, it seems that they've one way or another overcome that initial dread at the song's grim opening notes and plunged right in.<br /><br />Then you've got a much smaller population, what you might really call the core population of the Awakening: those who have reasoned out (or intuited, for many) the full spectrum of what's going on and have lost their fear entirely. Amongst this cohort the awareness of how thin the facade of power is very keen, as is the knowledge (or is that faith) that creative solutions make this upcoming transition eminently survivable. Not that survival's really the point, mind: this group tends most often to have a dominant spiritual aspect, with an understanding that 'death' is an illusion. And anyway, mere survival is so boring. Much more interesting will be the creation of a society where the human being can thrive as never before thrive as a <span style="font-style: italic;">be</span>ing, not a human <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span>ing, free and encouraged to develop all their faculties as far as they may in whatever directions their inclinations take them. A society in which the world is both garden and school, a kingergarten in which human beings are seen for what they are: the larval forms of light beings.<br /><br />The creation of that society, of that world, of that future ... <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, I think it's fair to say, is widely acknowledged (within this very small group I'm talking of here) as being the <span style="font-style: italic;">point</span>.<br /><br />So, let's say it's some time ago, and you're one of the very, very few who's had the brass cojones big enough to tackle the doom song and come out the other end: seeing the gathering evil for what it is, and knowing how to stop it.<br /><br />What do you do? Sure, you know that infinite love is the only truth and that God has things well in hand, but God's also working through you and she expects you to do you work in the world you're in.<br /><br />Well, obviously one of the critical tasks to perform is to get the message out to as many people as possible. There's a certain critical threshold necessary for a full-scale Awakening to allow humanity to successfully navigate the rapids ahead and boy, are we ever a long way away from that now. And ten, twenty, a hundred years ago? Much further still.<br /><br />So, how do you start reaching people? What do you say to them? 'God loves you'? 'You and god are one?' 'Do the right thing?'<br /><br />Erm, no.<br /><br />That won't work.<br /><br />Fear is the mindkiller, remember? And these people are <span style="font-style: italic;">afraid</span>, very thoroughly and down to very pit of their engorged junk-food laden stomaches in the grip of fear. They are in a powerfully negative state, as a result of which they respond to only one thing: fear. An appeal to their higher, better natures will be completely lost on them.<br /><br />So, the only thing to do is to go for that fear, to accentuate it and draw attention to it, to proclaim it as loudly as possible. They'll have to notice, one way or another, and some few might even respond to the message that's being communicated through it: don't trust what you've been told, research for yourself and make up your own mind what and whom to believe.<br /><br />Every single one of those who responds in such a fashion will inevitably find themselves hooked on the doom song, led by it as though by a lure through the whole thorny maze that is the modern reality tunnel until - with a near solid certainty - coming out the other end, a changed being, a new member of the Awakening.<br /><br />Now, it might be the same person can tell you the truth about the darker side of things and then spend a few moments chatting about more positive polarities of the situation. I try to maintain this balance as much as possible but then, I'm speaking to a small and some might say elect audience, not shouting myself hoarse addressing the masses. The fact is, there are so many people who are still lost in their own fear, so many yet still to try and wake up, that doing so becomes of necessity a team effort, with all the division of labor that implies. Some of us can spend all their time talking to others within the Awakening, discussing the particulars of how we're going to wiggle through this train wreck; others, however, must devote themselves on a fulltime basis to the often thankless job of trying to wake people up.<br /><br />I'm going to spring a little trap on you, though no doubt some will have seen this coming. Let's take the case of one Alex Jones, radio host of his four hour talkshow on the Genesis Communications Network, and documentary film-maker with several feature-length pieces of, essentially, investigative conspiracy journalism. Alex is big, fat, loud, and can most often be heard cutting his many guests off with an apoplectic five minute rant about the New World Order.<br /><br />Now, Alex gets a lot of flack. There's the obvious name-calling from the corporate media ('crank', 'conspiracy theorist' and other predictable duckspeak), the hassles from officaldom and the like. But also within the Awakening, he's often held in great disdain. Usually this comes down to disapproval of his overbearing emphasis on the negative (this if the speaker is one who comes from more of a 'new age' than a 'conspiracy theorist' angle) or also (for those who came from the conspiracy angle), that he's a New World Order plant, project Mockingbird-style controlled opposition straight out of the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion, with a vicious hidden agenda that has yet to be unveiled. Oh, yes, and he doesn't like to say 'the Jews did it', so he may be a crypto-Jew as well. Or is it that he's an ignorant backwoods Texas Christian full of bile and hate for any other religion?<br /><br />So, let me get my head around this one: a guy who spends all his time trying to tell people what he knows about the New World Order, exposing as many secrets as he can, is secretly working for them?<br /><br />Wow. That's ornate. I'm a conspiracy theorist, and I of all people am going to invoke Occam's Razor on this one. <br /><br />You know why I don't think he likes to talk about Jews? Because he knows 99% of the audience has been wired since Birth to respond to any variation on 'Jew=Bad(?)' with a hearty yell of 'ANTISEMITE!!!' and a reach for the antifascist pitchforks. So instead he talks about the Rothschilds and treats not at all the subject of their 'Jewishness', knowing full well that it's just a cover anyway, that in all likelihood they are blood-drinking fear-eating reptoids from another dimension, and that most of the Jewish people as such are innocent (if more deeply brainwashed than most.)<br /><br />Alex keeps the message strongly negative for one reason: to reach as many people as possible. He knows fear is the only way to reach them and so he absolutely lavishes them with it and that's why there's millions of people listening to his radio program, watching his movies and linking stories in his websites. You might see this as exploitative and certainly he brings in some money, but ... he needs the infrastructure to build that big podium and that giant megaphone of his. Only way to get it is with money and so, money must be made.<br /><br />Does everyone who encounters Alex' message respond by really looking at things for themselves, opening their eyes to the world and their hearts to the doom song? No, of course not. Now as always it's only a few who start down that path.<br /><br />But it's far more than might have, otherwise, had Alex or someone like him not set about building that megaphone and stood up to start shouting with it.<br /><br />Why in the hell would the NWO set up an agent to tell people most of their dirtiest secrets? Well, not 'all' so maybe to hide the very worst by omission? Sure, why not. But then why let him keep hammering at the message, 'investigate for yourselves, don't take anyone's word for it, don't take <span style="font-style: italic;">mine</span>, get out there and look it up! Make up your own mind! Change your reality!'<br /><br />Isn't that the whole message that got everyone here started on whatever weird path it was that took them here? That message alone carries within it the seeds of the Illuminati's destruction.<br /><br />You want a shill? Glenn Beck. That man is a shill. He tells the audience some things that are, in fact, true, some of the same information Alex covers but then, somehow, somewhere along the way he finds himself advocating the very same policies that (logically) he would be against. And you'll never catch Glenn Beck telling people 'Question your reality'.<br /><br />Alex Jones is a hero. He's doing a dirty job that no one else much wants to do, and he's doing it for the sole reason that maybe, if enough people really wake up, humanity can pull through this and come out the better for it on the other side. It's only inevitable, and certainly understandable, given the skepticism he advocates, that some large fraction of those he wakes up condemn him for being what he professes to have set himself against. But it's by no means admirable. Alex deserves a certain degree of honor and respect for what he's done, what he continues to do and I have no doubt will continue to do until either enough people wake up, or They eventually put a bullet through his head.<br /><br />Whichever comes first, and it would do us good to remember that this now applies to us all. As a certain <a href="http://www.infowars.com/articles/occult/hellfire.htm">famous Satanist</a> once said, "We must all hang together or we shall surely all hang separately."<br /><br />I'm not saying to listen to Alex. I don't, not anymore, not as a regular thing. For most of you listening to The Alex Jones Show is like a math PhD sitting through a remedial math course. The intentional abrasiveness is jarring, too. It's unnecessary and unpleasant, so: don't.<br /><br />But don't ridicule the teacher of that course when he's walking down campus, just because you're studying - or even teaching - at a more advanced level. It's uncouth, it's uncalled for and for the sake of all that's holy, we're on the same flipping team and (in case you hadn't noticed) massively outnumbered.<br /><br />I could go on but I won't. I've certainly said my piece and below, you're welcome to say yours.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-47942889416049026382009-07-14T05:21:00.000-07:002009-07-14T07:45:39.275-07:00Hidden in the NeedleLet's talk for a moment about vaccines.<br /><br />I'm sure it hasn't escaped your attention that they're not always everything they're advertised to be. Often they're not even that, and even when they are they seem to often come with quite a bit more than you're told about. There are cases off mass forced sterilizations in the third world, possible instances of cancer viruses, and then of course various toxins that seem to be combining to play a large role in the massive spike in <a href="http://aftermathnews.wordpress.com/2007/07/26/family-with-autistic-child-goes-to-vaccine-court/">autism</a> amongst other conditions. Look at the first link and right at the top there's a quote by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertrand_Russell">Bertrand Russell</a>, and you realize that some brilliant minds (and few have shone brighter than Russell's) have been planning to use injections for purposes quite different from defending frail little you against infectious disease for some time now, though of course they couldn't tell you that and so, a pattern emerges.<br /><br />Now, in the current temporal expression of that pattern, what do we see? Well, there's a <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9mh9f_swine-flu-1976-propaganda_webcam">60 Minutes piece</a> on the Swine Flu epidemic that you can watch. It's from 1976 of course, and it's not so much that they've been remarkably prescient - predicting an event yet 33 years in the future (33?) - as that this whole thing has come around before. Of course, those infected were all in the vicinity of a military base, only one of whom died, so 'epidemic' was perhaps too strong a term but it wasn't too strong for the media at the time, which convinced everyone to go out and get their swine flu shot. Three hundred died - that's three hundred times the number that succumbed to the terrible plague - and several thousand sued the government for resultant illness, so in this instance of the medical history of vaccinations you'll forgive me for suggesting the cure was far worse than the disease. And, the more paranoid might suggest, that may have been exactly the point. 60 minutes wasn't that paranoid of course but nevertheless the episode aired once, was banned and only surfaced again in 1995.<br /><br />So, here we find ourselves now, with another swine flu decimating the population and advanced countries all over the world gearing up to start sticking people with needles to guard against it. This time they're not just going to bombard us with propaganda in order to talk us into rolling up a sleeve, oh no, this time around, governments keep saying, they're going to be giving <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span> the shot and the implication would be, whether you like it or not.<br /><br />Let's go back to that list of adulterants (or primary payloads, depending on how you look at it): live viruses, carcinogenic agents, and various engineered toxins designed to evoke a certain 'side'-effect. All these have been around for quite a while, but technology has moved on in the meantime and so to this list we might wonder if we shouldn't add other categories such as truly microscopic RFID microchips for purposes of tracking. The design would be simple enough, a chip small enough to move through the bloodstream, embedding itself in tissue along they way all over the body, including of course, in the vicinity of the brain. Tracking is one of the <span style="font-style: italic;">least </span>scary possibilities: imagine for a moment what they could do if they could access a network of chips throughout the body, which in response to outside signals would emit localized pulsations of EM energy that (as a 'side'-effect) could easily be configured to stimulate nerve cells and thus influence the state of the connected nervous system, in effect making the subject a 'receiver' for signals sent out over everything from HAARP to cell phone towers to wifi. In all probability, the overall effect would be beneath conscious perception, but with a fine-grained control of a subject's neurophysical state might come control of the emotional and psychological state. The subject would essentially come under mechanical control from an outside manipulator, and while an individual might be able to resist its effects had they both knowledge of it and great inner discipline, en masse it would make society more completely the play thing of the that invisible fucking Eye than ever before.<br /><br />I don't know for sure if the next round of vaccinations is being prepared with such weapons. It might be that some shots will have it and some be without, or that different batches will be loaded with different payloadss: death for some, crippling illness for many, and mass enslavement for all. Ah, but we'll have been immunized against swine flu, mass death by pandemic averted again thanks to Modern Medicine, Inc.! Whoopedee flippin do.<br /><br />Now, how are they going to go about giving all these shots to so many people? At one point or another, they're going to be gathering large numbers of people together at once to be given their shot, because on this sort of scale just waiting for people to come into the clinic on their own won't cut it. At the extreme end, they could use the military, going to house-to-house to round up stragglers. In the event of a food-shortage (or simply a money shortage) they might make a place in the breadline available only if you get your shot. As much as possible, though, by far the best way to go would be to simply have a medical team attend large assemblies where, for whatever reason, people are gathering anyways.<br /><br />Recently I found out that at the beginning of the school year, I will be attending an all-student's assemply in order to get my student card. For this I'm supposed to send in a picture weeks ahead of time, which I find amusing as at U of T, several years ago, they simply took our picture and handed us our cards. So, if Canada is going the mandatory vaccination route - and the government has announced this, however quietly - that may well be where I'm presented with it. "Want your student card? Give us your arm first."<br /><br />Whether or not or if or when I'm presented with that choice, my answer will be a simple "You'll have to put a gun to my head first." The answer will be the same regardless of the circumstances in which the order it responds to is given.<br /><br />And it might come to that. It really might.<br /><br />But it's important to remember that an order is really a question, "Will you do what I say?" and how you respond is up to you, not to whoever gives it. And for me, if it's a choice between being injected with a potentially lethal, potentially crippling, or potentially subtly enslaving cocktail of I-don't-know-what (and-neither-does-the-nurse-giving-it) then I'd rather let them pull the trigger on the gun they'll have to put to my head, than accede.<br /><br />The consequences for me are simple: I escape the shot, one way or another, and what is contained within it. Maybe only me and a few others do so in which case, hey, enjoy your doomed and dreary little prison world, there's a whole universe out there packed with worlds that'll be much more fun to incarnate in, I'm sure. Whether the particular planet we call Earth escapes this fate really comes down to how many people answer, each in their own way., in the negative. If enough refuse, the plot will fail. It really is that simple.<br /><br />If you do, you won't be alone. You'll have comrades worldwide, engaged in the struggle against vaccines: <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/188800-Interview-Science-journalist-files-suit-alleging-H1N1-swine-flu-a-hoax-to-sell-vaccines-commit-genocide">Jane Burgermeister</a>, an Austrian journalist who's filing suit against every individual, organization and influence involved, alleging attempted bioterrorism; Quebec doctor <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/188978-H1N1-Vaccination-A-Eugenics-Weapon-for-Massive-Targeted-Reduction-of-the-World-Population-Canadian-Doctor">Ghislaine Lanctôt</a>, who sacrificed her medical license by raising her voice after the 1976 debacle; or the Czech lab techs who raised the alarm about Baxter's live virus flu vaccine. There are voices everywhere raising the alarm against this plan, but if in the end their warning is not heeded their efforts will have been in vain. No doubt it will, for many, but it needn't be for all. Already you can read a storm of commentary across the web, "Mandatory vaccination? Sorry, no, not happening."<br /><br />This is just a single thread in a plan that has been thousands of years coming to fruition, a single element of a complex and multilayed struggle that has continued back to the furthest, murkiest depths of the human past. It's role is a key one, and to whatever degree its progress can be retarded, the overall goal to which the plan is directed will be that much less likely to manifest.<br /><br />The situation might look daunting now, and there is no doubt that the going will get rough indeed but time is of the essence, and not just for those of us who wish to stop the plan but for those carrying it out, as well. There is a window of opportunity coming up over the next couple of years, during which they have to get all the elements of their global autocratic technosphere nightmare world in place. If it's not up and running by the time that window closes, it will collapse, what they've erected will collapse on top of them and history will dance on their ruins.<br /><br />For us, on the contrary, the window is a much more congenial environment. Chaotic, yes, a trying and difficult time, but with great opportunity for creative solutions to novel problems. The reservoir of latent inspiration is becoming greater than ever before in recorded history. Those tapping into it, will ride a wave of creativity that will flow through the obstructions erected by the would-be lords of humanity and carry them laughing to heights previously unimaginable. As the window closes, that wave will quite naturally rise to a great height and there, many are suggesting, it shall stay for the nature of this window is that as it closes, it in a sense will freeze whatever state closes it into the Earth's physical environs for a very great period of time. Prison-world or paradise, it will be one of the two, and regardless of what you might have been told, over and over throughout your life, which of the two it becomes really is up to little old you.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-73948609920846314232009-07-06T19:42:00.000-07:002009-07-06T20:04:24.650-07:00Infowar Tactics: Copyright Laws to Hamstring BloggersSo it appears that the idea of banning content-linking without explicit permission - ie a <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/188282-Information-War-Is-a-ban-on-linking-to-online-content-without-permission-looming-">pay-to-link regulation</a> - may be in the works and is this any surprise? What with Internet 2 on the way, a nice brightly coloured (fire)walled garden for our minds ... what with the old, lying mainstream media wheezing and shouting its way into senility ... what with what seems to be an expontentially growing number of abruptly awakening minds ... is it really any surprise that such a law would be talked about?<br /><br />I'm sure they're not quite ready for that, yet. It will take time to draft the legislation ... to hire the lawyers ... to write the press releases and the make the propaganda. How long we have until the idea becomes a 'law', I don't know. Months, if they move fast. Perhaps a year or two if they dawdle.<br /><br />It's all for naught, of course. This will blow up in their faces, like all censorship laws. The idea of course will be to strangle the blogs into submission by cutting off their access to news'paper' content, the idea being that this free access is the oxygen feeding the flames. The truth, of course ... well, the truth is that it's all about the truth. It's about certain people who want it, and others who fear it, and for those who want the truth, well, one way or another they find their ways to those who tell it.<br /><br />What seems to escape the elite - or at least blowhards like Posner - is that most of the time we only link to MSM content to point out and laugh at its lies. That's it. The rest of it we generate on our own, in our spare time, for free and for the love of it. Like the kid in the back of the class cracking jokes when the teacher's not looking ... only now the class is starting to laugh so hard, we don't care so much that she knows it's us. And in this case the teacher's really screwed, because the sad fact is he's been faking his way through the course, and the class clown? He's also the smartest one there, in fact, the only one in the room who really knows the material. He's laughing because he's bored, but he's also getting the class' attention and some of them are really starting to listen to what he has to say.<br /><br />Ourt victory is assured, but that doesn't mean the infowar is over. Until it is, a tactic occurs that could handily pre-empt their little legislative strangulation attempt. At the bottom of the sidebar you'll come across a Copyleft Notice:<br /><blockquote><br />I'd just like to put everyone on notice that - in the event of a ban on linking without permission - I hereby extend permission freely and without reservation to any website, blogger, vlogger or other media organization that extends the same permission, to myself or to others, to link to their content for no monetary charge. In the event that permission is not explicitly stated, any attempt at using copyright law to prevent myself or others linking to content will be construed as absence of permission, in which case copyright applies and if you want to link to my work, it will cost you, and no, it will not be cheap.<br /><br />(I really hate writing legalese, which is why I'm a blogger and not a corporate lawyer. Events, however, seem to be forcing that upon me and yes, I resent that. So this is my little 'fuck you' to the mainstream media. When you're all paying each other for your lies and we're spreading the truth for free, well, we'll see who outlasts who.)</blockquote><br /><br />If enough people post something similar on their websites, we'll be in the free and clear to link to each other no matter what the law says while at the same time denying any of our own copy to the mainstream media. With time, as the talent and the eyeballs increasingly come our way (and they will) this will really start to take its toll.<br /><br />So, cut us off from your content if you wish. We'll just make our own. It will blow yours out of the water, and you will come crawling back to apologize. But by then, we'll have forgotten you even existed.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-4476138579177297282009-06-28T18:46:00.000-07:002009-06-28T19:59:04.265-07:00Law and Mass ActionWe are surrounded, it sometimes seems, by the mechanisms of control. Warning labels on our products, little instructional comic strips on how to wash our hands, billboards, no [insert activity] signs, price tags, billboards, newspapers, and magazines telling us how to think, what to do, where to do it and when. Police and 'bylaw enforcement officers', inspectors, the disapproving looks of the good citizenry and, let us not forget, the ubiquitous cameras are everywhere, watching. Don't step out of line; do as you're told or (more generally) as is expected of you. Obey the law. And everything will be fine.<br /><br />Expect, everything isn't fine, is it? And it seems to get rather less <span style="font-style: italic;">fine </span>with every passing day. The slow slide into fascism which has marked the past few decades has broken out into a gallop, it seems. All those 'laws' that we're expected to obey? The legislation is passed without any of the 'representatives' actually reading it, in effect rubber-stamping the dictats of ... who, exactly? Not the president, surely. As fantastically talented as Obamassiah no doubt is, even he couldn't write 1500 pages of dense legalese all by his lonesome, complete with 300 page rider tacked on at 3 a.m. the morning before the vote.<br /><br />Who writes these bills, anyway? The PATRIOT Acts, Military Commission Acts, Food Safety Modernization Bills, and all the rest of it? Who drafts it, and in whose interests?<br /><br />The people's?<br /><br />Hardly.<br /><br />And yet, the people continue to go along with it, with all of it. Oh, sure, they break some of the rules, now and again. They speed on the highway, they smoke dope, they download copyrighted movies and saunter down the street with iPods full of songs everyone knows they didn't pay for, because no one does. All of them lawbreakers to some degree, and thus all liable to a shakedown by the cops or the regulators or the corporate lawyers, like sheep there to be sheared. And while no one likes becoming a revenue-stream for the government, the corporations or the banks, everyone goes along with it.<br /><br />With all of it. With the driver's licenses, the passports, the income taxes and the eminent domain. You might try to slip the bonds of one or the other, here and there, but you must do so furtively, like a thief in the night, aware always that you're being watched, and if you're careless for even an instant, seen even once, well....<br /><br />And all the while the glove tightens, here and everywhere. Protections we thought were built into our laws, we're finding can be just as easily taken out of them, once we've lost control of who makes the law. Now we're reading that anyone, anywhere can be snatched off the street and held in prison for any length of time, all of it on no evidence whatsoever. 'Preventative detention' it's called, an Orwellian term right up there with 'collateral damage', 'enhanced interrogation' and (closest of all, perhaps) 'pre-emptive strike' in its terrifying blandness. Whispers that a mandatory vaccination program is in the pike are being heard here and there ... and whether they'll just try and hurt us, or try and kill a great number of us, either way we know that it won't be good for us.<br /><br />But it will be the law. And we're all good, law-abiding citizens, aren't we? We are, after all, a society under the rule of law, yes? It's what keeps our streets safe at night.<br /><br />Do you feel safe?<br /><br />Ah, but what is this 'law' thing, after all? Strip away all the ceremonies and symbols which surround it and what do you have? In the end, is it not most simply the code of behaviour by which people conduct their relations with others? A legislative body can pass all the laws it wants, but their effectiveness ultimately comes down to the readiness with which individual people comply. This is why laws prohibiting murder are generally more effective than those prohibiting recreational drug use (for instance): the former is obviously bad and so generally avoided, whilst the latter is not so obviously bad and in some cases in fact very obviously all to the good.<br /><br />Let me share a little dream with you. You might call it more an aspiration, really. A small, symbolic act I've wanted to see now for quite some time, and can't figure out why it hasn't been done already. I'm sure you've flown somewhere in the past few years, and no doubt you were confronted with the rank idiocy of removing your shoes in case they might be bombs and having your personal belongings ransacked in case you might be carrying anything pointy or in a liquid state, say a bottle of water, which might also be a bomb. It's very possible you've thought to yourself how silly it all was, and maybe you've had some notion (as I eventually did) that it's all there to train us like Skinnerian cage-rats into accepting ever greater and more substantive impositions. Either way, I have no doubt at all that you did as I: you took off your shoes and handed your bag to the minimum wage gestapo. Not to comply was to be prohibited entry to the airplane, and that privelege outwayed any respect for one's principles.<br /><br />So it goes. So it has been going, and so it will get so very, very much worse. If we let it.<br /><br />Will we? I don't know. But just imagine what would happen at that airport if an entire planeload of passengers firmly and politely refused to remove their shoes. Certainly security couldn't simply taze everyone in line. Would the airline strand all of them at the airport? Perhaps, but somehow I doubt it. It's one thing to leave behind one or two passengers; quite another to anger an entire load of people (for you can be sure that, if it was such a crowd as to have already kept their shoes on, there would be no small concern about angering such folk.) In my dream, the shoe revolt jumps from one boarding lounge to another and before long, within the hour, every passenger in the airport is keeping their shoes on while they walk, unhindered, onto an airplane.<br /><br />Such a thing would make the news, even as controlled as it is. Once it did, that would be the end of the line for shoe-removal, for every group of air passengers at every airport throughout the world would then know how to behave when asked to remove their shoes, with a giant choral 'No!', and so the ridiculous regulation would pass into history, unenforceable.<br /><br />I think something like that might give people ideas. The principle of mass action thus learned could be abstracted and applied to an ever-widening sphere of refusal. We are for instance required to carry 'driver's licenses' on us at all times, not so much to prove we can drive but to prove who we are. What if we simply refused to carry them? Not one or two of us, here and there, but everyone? What fine-bearing infractions would then be enforceable.<br /><br />"You there! No spitting on the sidewalk. That'll be $100."<br /><br />"Yeah? I don't have it on me...."<br /><br />"That's why I'm writing you a ticket. Shoe me your ID."<br /><br />"Sorry, I don't have any."<br /><br /> "What? Well what's your name?"<br /><br />"Donald Duck."<br /><br />Do that alone and you'll probably get dragged to the station and booked. "All right, smartass...." But if no one has ID? Can they arrest you all? "Just try it, officer." "Now, now, uh, we don't want any trouble here...."<br /><br />And income taxes? Or any taxes for that matter. Again, the same principle: if everyone refuses to pay, collection would become impossible. They might try to terrorize a few, <span style="font-style: italic;">pour encourager les autres</span>, but that could only go on for so long before those doing the terrorizing realized they weren't getting paid and then ... they'd find something else to do.<br /><br />And drug laws? Agricultural regulations? Copyright? Mass vaccinations? One by one, each would succumb to mass non-compliance faster than most can imagine. They'd be gone overnight ... in fact, the very moment the people whom the law is intended to govern stop believing in the law, the law disappears from existence, for it exists only so long as we permit it.<br /><br />But for now, we permit it and so, we continue to need permits. The control system seems impregnable; few can even imagine challenging its forboding edifice but the tragicomic truth of the matter is that all that's really required is the imagination to see that the system can be challenged. Imagine it gone and it is. Even for a single person, simply to say, 'the law no longer applies to me', means it is so (at least in terms of governing one's behaviour) and while one person alone must do so quietly lest there be consequences many together can do so as openly as they please.<br /><br />Escaping from this nightmare is so easy and yet, perhaps because it's so easy, few can see the short, clear path out.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-83645339045105217912009-05-28T20:22:00.000-07:002009-05-29T11:46:41.457-07:00Night of the Living WakeIt's raining right now in my part of the world, not in a hard or violent kind of way, just a steady soak that's in for the long haul. Gaia obliged us with that starting yesterday morning, and it couldn't fit my mood better because that was the day we put my father in the ground.<br /><br />Let me back up a little. Some of you might have noticed my uncharacteristic silence this past month, and, well, now you know why. A month ago, you see, my father's health took a sudden and unexpected fall off a cliff. For some reason, his lungs started to shut down. As the dosage of the immuno-suppressants had been reduced - a little early, given that he showed no sign whatsoever of graft vs. host, the grim specter that haunts all transplant recipients but none worse than those whose transplant is a new immune system - a cough had developed. One sunny Saturday morning, my mother and I were treated to an omen: the battery in our van abruptly died, requiring us to call CAA and prevail on a friend for a ride home.<br /><br />That night, my mother returned to find my father delirious. She called an ambulance, and the next day my sister and I were visiting him in the hospital. Talking to him wasn't easy. The oxygen mask made it hard for him to speak, and the sound of the ventilator meant we had to shout.<br /><br />That day, we returned to her house to find that her landlord had finally - 8 months after she moved in - decided it was time to clear the massive amount of debris out from the lot behind her bedroom. It was a Herculean task, and I don't begrudge him at all that he took so long to do it. In addition to a large pile of underbrush that we'd uprooted the previous fall (when we'd cleared out the jungle and organized what we found into piles) there were two large fallen tree branches, a pair of broken old barbecues, a fridge, a mattress, the stand for a projection screen, a bicycle, an old inflatable pool, tires, a tarp, the remains of several cushions, an old door, and an assortment of smaller items that, as best we could, we'd collected into bags. All of it left by tenants who'd occupied the building before the landlord had taken possession.<br /><br />Looking back on that juxtaposition of events, I can't help but wonder if that wasn't another omen, of a kind, prefiguring the events of the subsequent month. The entire family, you see, came together, in numbers exponentially related to the seriousness of my father's condition, and with his tragic death unfolding in excruciating stages before us, well, a great deal of emotional garbage was brought out into the open, and some of it, perhaps, finally disposed of.<br /><br />He wasn't awake for much of it. The last time I talked to him - or, I should say, the last time he was able to respond - I was practically shouting at him over the large new ventilator they'd hooked up to him. Nothing of much consequence was said: no one wanted to admit to the fear that this might be it. He - <span style="font-style: italic;">we </span>- had already been through so much, with the chemo and the radiation and the stem cell transfusion and all myriad of pills they'd prescribed to deal with all of the side effects arising from those treatments. So, <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> much ... and everything had gone so well, all according to plan and so ... surely this was just a bump in the road. A little infection that would be dealt with soon enough, now that the professionals had him, and then we'd all get back to life as normal.<br /><br />Right?<br /><br />With this firmly in our hearts, we kept the conversation light. Even though he was coughing up blood that day, giant clotted chunks of it mixed into his sputum. He did a good job at filling a styrofoam cup and as I watched him coughing it out I wanted to cry I was so worried but my father, true to form, just shrugged. He'd never much acknowledged pain in the past so why start now?<br /><br />The next day, my sister arrived at the hospital to find that he'd been sedated and intubated, because the ventilator was no longer enough. His blood oxygen had fallen too low, and so, their hand had been forced.<br /><br />What followed was a blur. One sister returned, and another, who lived internationally, was summoned. My mother continued to work - a sister was teaching a week-long workshop on stop motion animation to the children at Mom's school, a commitment that could not yet be dodged. What free time we had, however, was spent at Dad's side in the hospital, going in and out to visit him, talk to him, hold his hand and touch him, and of course check up on his condition, deteriorating at such a slow pace that the almost inevitable reply to the question of "How is he?" was "Stable," almost as though we were the proverbial ants living so close to our two-dimensional world that we didn't see the subtle three dimensional curve.<br /><br />The only problem was, 'stable' kept getting worse.<br /><br />Eventually, it declined to the point where we had moved in, for all intents and purposes, to the hospital. Whenever we were allowed, at least one of us was in there with him. We hoped desperately against hope that perhaps our mere presence, our love for him, would be enough to give him the subtle energetic boost that would reverse the downward trajectory he was on. The doctors could do no more than slow his descent. They didn't even know what it was that was killing him: all their tests, for every kind of infection known to medical science, were coming back negative and so it was no surprise that what treatments they could administer had no effect. Before long they were throwing more antibiotics, antivirals, antifungals, and other assorted steroids, diuretics, narcotics and sedatives at him than any other patient in the hospital. For all the good it did, they might as well have been dancing around his bed in painted masks, shaking rattles. The final diagnosis they gave him was ARDS, or Accute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, a fancy medical term that when you parse it shows pretty clearly that they have no idea what causes it.<br /><br />Well, they do, after a fashion. The cause can be any number of things: infections, smoke inhalation, water damage, other assorted traumas all of which when taken together apparently have some small chance of starting what amounts to a raging forest fire in the lung tissue. I assure you it's been debated within the family whether or not the grueling treatment regimen he'd undergone predisposed him to this, and the general consensus seems to be that that explanation works as well as anything else we've heard. No doubt some amongst you are thinking, well, he should have pursued natural alternatives, and no wonder this happened, all those toxic chemicals. Tsk. To which all I can say is, not in this case. He had AML, a particularly aggressive form of leukemia that was simply too fast-acting for natural remedies to have any time to take effect. In addition to that, he <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>availing himself of natural options as well: daily berry yoghurt shakes, free-range meat and eggs, organic produce, macrobiotic cereal, a spice rack loaded with all the good stuff and liberally used, too. He wasn't neglecting the psychological side of things either: positive thinking, visualization, anything and everything he could do, he did.<br /><br />There are no guarantees. No matter what, when your number's up, it's up.<br /><br />By the beginning of the last week the family gathering included all of his children, and several of his brothers and sisters and assorted spouses, some of whom made the journey down despite their own health issues. A meeting with the medical team had the women of the family in tears, because the sad fact was, none of them had ever seen anyone pull out of the downward spiral he'd entered, and while a thin window of hope was still open it was closing rapidly.<br /><br />I'd noticed - and maybe this was just wishful thinking - that while his condition seemed to remain stable during the day, it most often decayed overnight. Perhaps, I thought, this was because during the day we were with him and at night we weren't, and so we got a room at the hospital, and set up a watch, all through the night.<br /><br />The first night we did that, I prepared myself with a short meditation in the interfaith chapel, just down the hall from the ICU. There was a painting on the wall, an abstract piece that my sister thought resembled a sunset, but which looked to me like an open, festering and infected wound. With that image in my mind, I did what I could to heal it. I centered myself, and all at once in one of those flashes that anyone who meditates is well aquainted with, I asked what was next for him, if this was really it. The answer came simultaneous with the question: on the day he would die, a woman in Africa would be raped by a soldier, and she would conceive. Nine months later my father would be born into his new life, one that will start with hardships but see him rise to a position of great influence, from where he will do a great deal of good. This, then, was why he was pulled away from us at such a young age, with so much still to live for. Not to go 'to a better place', as the callow ladies from his church tried to assure my mother, but because he was called by a higher duty, to a troubled land in great need of what he had to offer.<br /><br />We never gave up. Not until the very end, when his blood oxygen had fallen so low that brain damage had set in. Every night (for during the day, with relatives about, I had little opportunity) I was in there with him, holding his hand, another hand on his head, trying to turn love into positive energy to channel through his crown chakra, to give him the strength he needed to pull through. My sisters were doing the same. It was a losing struggle, and I knew it. We all did, though none of us were willing to say it. We had to keep fighting until the very end, because that's what he would have done but ... sedated ... there was very little fight left in him and so, we had to fight for him in whatever way we could.<br /><br />It took a lot out of all of us. In my case, I wasn't eating right, or getting enough sleep, and emotionally, I was a wreck. That's not healthy under the best of conditions and the petri dish of infectious bacteria known as the ICU is not the best of conditions and so, by the end, I'd picked up some kind of bug. Or several kinds. My throat felt like I was gargling with broken glass, I was running a high fever, I was coughing up blood whenever I cleared my nostrils and then the diarrhea hit. I was falling apart on the outside as well as the inside.<br /><br />On the last day his eldest brother flew out from British Columbia, to see him one last time. It was clear by then that he wasn't coming back, and when I was in the room with him, looking at his still body with its proliferation of tubes, racks of IVs, monitors, bundles of wires ... it wasn't him ... it was a piece of meat, shaped like my father but no more than a parody of the man. The family consulted, and the decision was unanimous. My father would not have wanted to live that way, for if there was one thing he was not it was a coward. Once everyone had said their goodbyes, the tubes were withdrawn.<br /><br />I was there for his final breath. It sounded like he was snoring.<br /><br />The wake went much longer than planned. Hundreds of people in a line snaking all the through the funeral home, waiting an hour and a half to give their condolances. The next day, the funeral procession was given a police escort, a cruiser in front and a black truck in back which I first thought was some poor bastard who'd gotten stuck behind us, and later found out was the TRU* team. It was a full military funeral, held in the regimental chapel, presided over by a minister who'd earned his jump wings back in the day and was an old, close friend of my father. A 21 gun salute and every time they played the bagpipes I found out that I wasn't all cried out, after all.<br /><br />Well, now you know where I've been this past month, and why I haven't felt much like writing. In fact this is the first thing I've written all month ... except for his <a href="http://psikigram.blogspot.com/2009/05/dads-legacy.html">eulogy</a>. <br /><br />*TRU = Tactical Response Unit, essentially a SWAT team but, this being Canada, we do everything a bit different here.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-244671149842986662009-05-04T11:32:00.000-07:002009-05-04T12:18:04.893-07:00ItA friend recently posed the question to me of whether or not there are ultimately two different factions, those who get it and those who don't. Now that's an interesting way of putting it, succinct and to the point so long, of course, as 'it' is defined. Think of the general worldview you hold in your mind, the whole full color emotional spectrum of ways in which you model the world, and find the central point that unifies this mandala of consciousness and ask, how you feel about that? I'd submit your reaction to that question is the 'it' that one either gets, or one doesn't. Like a yes or a no, it's a binary and instinctive emotional response to existence itself. Some go one way, some the other, and some, perhaps, haven't quite chosen yet.<br /><br />It would be nice if those who don't get it, those who say no to the very isness cosmos, as it were, and thus seal themselves off into an entirely imaginary bubble of separation, could all be educated to see their error in perspective. Some do, of course, in fact more are all the time but there's still a lot of people who say No and the question of course is how much time we have left. There are those who suggest 2012 might be a special time and given the present pace of the course of world events I must say that if things don't sort themselves out soon well, past that date they might not ever sort themselves out at all.<br /><br />The sad truth is, not everyone <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> be educated, can be taught to say Yes to the All. For some, a small but hardcore minority, the answer to that question is permanently affixed to the negative, in effect they rebel in their hearts against the Almighty and are inevitably cast into the inner fires of hell, from whence they emerge as demons. In the parlance of psychology we call this group psychopaths, and a distinguishing feature of this era is that those weird mutants, humanity's natural intraspecies predators, are running rampant again, only this time with an array of powers at their fingertips that verges on the godlike.<br /><br />Hold on to that word for a moment, <span style="font-style: italic;">godlike</span>. Have you ever heard of transhumanism? I have, if only because I used to be one and I can tell you straight up that I saw my future as being one of evolution into a god and eventually God, merging with technology as I updated, augmented and transcended my human limits. There are plenty of people out there who continue to believe this, I'm sure, and ... it's not impossible. All the technologies necessary are fully available within known physical limits (ah, Moore's Law). The dream is very much attainable, and oh, so tantalizing.<br /><br />However, there's another side to this dream. People are willing to condone terrible things in exchange for wonderful dreams. It becomes possible to contemplate global nuclear conflagrations or epidemic bioweapon releases, apocalyptic scenarios that wipe out whole continents, and think, well that's not so bad, really, we can survive that. And if attaining the dream should further require the forcible military subjugation of the world (again, always to <span style="font-style: italic;">prevent </span>a disastrous terrorist attack) well, that's all right too. Pretty soon you're considering that no era of upheaval is ever bloodless, and that if the Singularity (the moment exponential technology starts advancing vertically rather than just steeply, and so the level of weird in the world goes off the charts into who knows? territory) should happen to exterminate 95% of the world's population well ... we can survive that, too, and even at that steep price, the prize is worth it.<br /><br />And what would the world look like then, hmm? A few stunned survivors with an even smaller few, standing over them, possessing godlike powers themselves but also with access to a Deilect (as I once called them in a science fiction story), an AI of not just god but Godlike proportions (and as we find that the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turing_test">Turing Test</a> may have been quietly <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/news/an-invention-that-could-change-the-internet-for-ever-1678109.html">passed</a> recently, we see science fiction incubating within reality as we speak.) And those survivors, their minds wrecked by trauma and their DNA mauled by genetic engineering run amuck, stricken by want, hunger, and ill health? Their cultures we might expect would also have been quite entirely wrecked by the transition. With no spiritual center left to hold fast to, it is not at all hard to imagine that they would be quite naturally induced to worship this AI as the instantiation of divinity on Earth.<br /><br />Of course, the desirability of this outcome is debatable. You might almost say that it amounts to the ultimate hubris, that Central No, arising as it does from the desire to change the world and do so drastically, because the world must be wrong. We were meant to be immortal, were we not? To live forever? And we have no assurance that we do, nor is any possible, rationally and so ... death is something to be feared. But if we could return the body eternally to youth, and transfer the consciousness from body to computer and back again, well, then unjust Death is cheated, and the promises of all the religions of our shared cultural heritage are brought down to Earth, into matter and the everyday.<br /><br />But then what if you are meant to die, to make room for what comes next? And what if. when you die, you don't <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>die, but rather the most important part of you survives, the timeless and eternal part that returns, eternally, to this existence exactly as often as it needs to. Seems a better deal, doesn't it? Easier to love a universe like that, easier to say yes to it, and I don't think it's any surprise that the growing cohort whose answer to the Cosmos is Yes tend to see things that way. These are the ones who get that nebulous it I've been talking about, who understand, really understand, that the universe doesn't hate them.<br /><br />So while our armies do the devil's work in far foreign countries, and the gene pool of the entire planet is sabotaged by our corporations, while the distribution of wealth is contracting so violently it seems to have its own gravitational field, while crime is rising and the climate's acting funny just remember where it is we're all being led to here, just what the payoff is and who it is that's seeking it, and ask if that's really the place you, as a human, really want to end up. If that's the kind of world you want to live in.<br /><br />Remember, odds are you get killed in the leadup to the Singularity. And if you're a lucky survivor, well, congratulations! Welcome to your new life as an autistic mutant slave with a mind-control chip in your brain.<br /><br />Of course, you don't have to help them build it. You don't need to give them that energy you have. Oh, the inducements are there. Agree to any of the elements necessary for this plan to succeed, and you'll be well remunerated. Until you're injured, killed, sickened, or in some other way become a liability, of course, at which point you'll be summarily tossed onto the growing sacrificial pile and immolated along with everyone else.<br /><br />Ah, but what of those who consciously redirect their personal energies away from this path? With things at such an advanced stage, with the domination of those who desire this goal so great, this seems hard to do but really, is it? One person alone might not make much of a difference to the overall flow of the world but they can generally make a difference within their own life, and a few people who do that can begin to form mutual networks. As this understanding spreads, the ability of people do this will become accentuated and they might well be able to disengage entirely from the Singularity as it collapses in on itself. During the period in which events really begin to accelerate (and if the <a href="http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/wolframalpha_our_first_impressions.php">Wolfram Aplha</a> development is genuine - and it has a fine pedigree - then we are most definitely entering the highlands of the curve), such people might come together, form small communities, and in effect plant seeds for the age to come.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-36370655948007022842009-04-27T15:34:00.000-07:002009-04-27T15:36:28.428-07:00That Pesky Swine FluI think I might have it.<br /><br />And now, back to bed.<br /><br />See you on the other side....psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-63997509935776117022009-04-18T07:37:00.001-07:002009-04-18T09:32:28.609-07:00South Parks' Hypnotic Space CopsI don't watch a lot of television as a rule. Recently the only show I've been keeping up with is Heroes, with occasional binges of Simpsons, Family Guy and sundry others, which I indulge in when I'm feeling particularly low. I find the naked attempt at programming most distasteful, and so as a general rule avoid all but that small subset of postmodern humor that deconstructs itself as it proceeds. Sure, cartoons are just as much a vector for memetic programming as any other type of show, in fact perhaps more so than most given the way their lack of seriousness lowers the defenses of its viewers.<br /><br />I don't normally blog about this dirty little habit of mine but last night I saw something that I judged post-worthy. On Friday night, of course, the new episodes of various shows air and last night I found myself watching South Park after the Simpsons (itself a very interesting episode exploring themes of time, memory and the mind, but beside the poiint of this post.) If you're a fan of the show and haven't watched it yet, this is fair warning that spoilers follow, so you might want to go download the episode now and come back to this when you're done. I'll just leave you with one little thing: keep an eye out for hypnotic openers.<br /><br />Okay, back?<br /><br />Great. Now, the plot of the show is something of a take-off of Star Trek, paralleling slightly the Zefram Cochrane story. Stan Marsh and his father Randy discover warp drive when Mr. Marsh, hoping only to set a new speed record in the father/son pinewood racer derby, steals a component from the Large Hadron Collider and includes it (against regulations, of course) in the winning model. The world is amazed, and it's not long before Federal Agents show up at the Marsh's door (and it was at this point that I mentioned to the others in the room the Fake Alien Invasion scenario.) The warp drive, it seems, has attracted the attention of an alien, and the world gathers to greet the ship. The alien proves to be a galactic supergangster on the run from the space cops. Looking to force the Earthlings to make him a warp drive for his ship, he takes the planet hostage.<br /><br />When the space-cops show up, he takes Stan hostage personally, ordering the world to keep its mouth shut or the kid gets it. Now, I mentioned hypnotic openers and it's at this point that things start to get interesting because the appearance of these aliens was extremely hypnotic. Ftom the waist down they had the appearance of worms but from the waist up they were, for the most part, humanoid. However, they had extra mouths and eyes arranged in such a way as to induce an optical illusion merely by looking at them, and above their heads were flashing strobe lights such as you might see on top of a police car (their ship, too, had lights: a pair of spheres orbiting a common center.)<br /><br />The space-cops skeptically accept the story that the alien hasn't been seen anywhere, and go on their way. Shortly after, however, the alien is stabbed to death (his blood, of course, is green) and Stan, Randy and other humans pile in to explore his spaceship. Inside they find a huge pile of glittering space-cash, which their greedy eyes are immediately fixated upon. It doesn't take long before they've all agreed to divvy up the space-cash and keep their mouths shut when the cops next arrive.<br /><br />When they do, of course, they've noticed that Mexico for one has recently gone on a construction-spree but, but they shrug their shoulders and go their way when the whole world replies as one in its denial of any knowledge of anything called space-cash.<br /><br />Not everyone's conscience is clear, however, and it isn't long before tiny Finland announces its intentions to come clean. The other countries immediately nuke Finland out of existence ... an act that draws the attention of the space-cops, who play right along with the charade that no one noticed Finland committing nuclear suice ("We didn't say anything about nuclear. How'd you know that?") right up until Stan runs up to hand back his pinebox racer derby trophy, unwilling to keep a prize he knows he doesn't deserve.<br /><br />At this point, the space-gangster returns, and reveals that the whole thing was a setup, in order to test the human race for possible membership in the Galactic Federation. Needless to say, we failed the test miserably the episode ends with a giant glowing cube appearing around the Earth, imprisoning our species for the protection of the galaxy.<br /><br />Now, what do we have, here? No doubt you're already drawing some conclusions of your own but let me emphasize a few things that stick out. For one, we've got a story whose underlying theme is following the truth versus following the lie. From the very beginning of the episode, Randy is following the lie, even going so far as to coach his son into how to hide his tells. The lies simply echo out from there, becoming bigger and grander until eventually the whole of the species is going along with it out of a mixture of fear, pride and greed. At the same time we've got an alien encounter that isn't all it seems to be, in itself in part a lie but a lie designed to test the allegiance of the species to one or the other.<br /><br />It's the periodic use of hypnotic openers that really grabs my attention, here (which, after all, they're designed to do.) A hypnotic opener, incidentally, doesn't exactly hypnotize you. All it does is leave you more open to suggestion than you might otherwise be. Strobe lights are one of the most common hypnotic openers (though there are of course many others), and a little reflection on their prominence within the modern urban landscape might give you pause for thought, perhaps, as to <span style="font-style: italic;">why </span>there are devices meant to disarm our conscious minds set up literally everywhere we look.<br /><br />I'm wondering if this episode was meant to prepare the population for something. Certainly it's not the only one, merely the latest in a long line, but ... for some reason it seems significant. Does it mean an alien invasion is just around the corner? Who knows? I rule nothing out these days but ... I'm not going to put a date on it. It might, indeed, never come. There are sources who claim that the only thing holding back an invasion is that the programming must first be complete, though what that means is exactly is hard to define. Other sources claim that there are no real aliens, but that we are being programmed in readiness for a faked invasion, a gigantic false flag attack utilizing holographic projectors, media trickery and the strategic deployment of black project weapons systems in order to unify the world under the banner of seeing off the threat. I don't rule either of these scenarios out; in fact, I don't even see them as contradictory. It's quite plausible, I think, that there are real aliens out there (and, no doubt, right here), watching us, some perhaps testing us and others simply looking for an opportune moment to pounce. At the same time I can certainly imagine a long-term, highly compartmentalizsd project aimed at faking an alien invasion ... less difficult than you might think, for who can say what an alien invasion would look like, in the first place? Our only experience is with science fiction movies and those, of course, are a large part of the programming either way so....<br /><br />So here's a scenario. At some point, when the ground is judged ripe, the false invasion is launched. Giant saucers appear over world capitals, destorying some of them and serving the rest of us an ultimatum: submit or die. The ships are destroyed, however, by quick action on the part of those who projected the holograms in the first place, and a call goes out: to unify humanity in order to fight back.<br /><br />Think for a moment how ridiculous that sounds. Fight off an alien invasion? Us? That's absolutely mad, of course. How do you fight something that much more advanced? A species for whom time is no doubt as travershible as space? Preposterous. But it will not look so silly if we've already taken out a few ships ... or, at least, have been made to think we have.<br /><br />Maybe that will be the test? And we pass it, perhaps, by following the truth and letting it lead us through the illusion. Should we not - should our planet unify, it's industry turned toward the construction the sort of weapons with which one might repel an invasion from space - we'll have proved ourselves gullible and truculent. At that point the programming is judged complete for the real invasion, against which our defenses (even had they been finished) are entirely useless. Of course, if there are no aliens we've still all sumbitted to a global state so, either way we're fucked.<br /><br />Well, that's one scenario. Whether anything like it will happen I don't at all know but one thing I'm certain of: that episode of South Park last night was aimed to do more than simply entertain. What its aim was, precisely, is hard to be certain. I find it difficult to credit that anything available through conventional media is likely to be directed at a straight up warning (even a work such as the Matrix was so cloaked in allegory that even now very few understand it as anything but an action movie), especially given the use of hypnosis and so, maybe it was designed to set us up for a fall? People often unconsciously imitate cartoon characters and this tendency can be expected to accentuate itself with the use of strobing lights and optical illusions. We might then suppose that the purpose of this episode was to reinforce the tendency to cling to and follow lies, especially under the uncertain circumstances of First Contact.<br /><br />But then, as they say, knowledge protects, and now that you've read this any spell the episode might have cast on you is, I hope, largely undone.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-87316840159282255662009-04-14T12:36:00.000-07:002009-04-14T15:07:11.785-07:00Headlines in HellSometimes it can be difficult to keep it all in view. Simply keeping abreast of happenings in this insane and accelerating world becomes a consuming task, and I'm left staring somewhat bewildered at a spread of strange headlines standing in at this moment of time for all the weird currents making their way through the modern zeitgeist.<br /><br />What am I to make of those Somali pirates boarding freighters and holding their captains for ransom? Thank god the navy of the free world is there to protect the lives of sailors (and the trade routes they ply.) As usual of course the villains don't call themselves 'pirates', but pass themselves off as members of the '<a href="http://www.sfbayview.com/2009/you-are-being-lied-to-about-pirates/">Volunteer Coast Guard of Somalia</a>'. Of course the self-styled affectations of criminal gangs aren't to be taken seriously. Nor, if it can be helped, mentioned, lest the weak-minded be led astray.<br /><br />Tony Blair has risen, born anew from his ignominous political death into the life of a spiritual man of faith, and that conversion is by all accounts proceeding splendidly for him. Most recently he has announced the formation of his <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7994618.stm">Faith Foundation</a>, an interfaith teaching society of some sort that will work towards peace and and understanding between the world's faith. Is it cynical of me to suspect him of acting with ulterior motive, here ... perhaps as part of an effort to coopt faith communities much as Al Gore was used to marshall the green movement? There is a plan here, but I am not sure it is God's plan save in the very long term, as all plans must ultimately be.<br /><br />In New York City, the police state is baring its fangs at the the <a href="http://www.wsws.org/articles/2009/apr2009/news-a13.shtml">student population</a>, as a taste no doubt of more and worse to come. The author of that piece seems very concerned about the brutality and the repression, as any good socialist is, but yet I wonder ... how many of them listened, nodding wisely, to smart men tell them that there were no conspiracies, that the source of all the inequalities and atrocities is systemic? Now the system is important, I agree, but few of these people ever ask themselves <span style="font-style: italic;">whose </span>system and rather than ask those questions, how many agreed that there was no point, for serious men at least, in wasting valuable time picking apart the labyrinthine world of secret societies, black budgets and banking cartels? And, now that those conspiracies are bearing their rotten and infected fruit, oh, their horror, their disgust, their shock!<br /><br />It need not be for nothing. Such things happen in order to provide lessons, that we might gain understanding but ... have they?<br /><br />Well, I forgive them if they don't understand. I ceased to understand long ago, but at least I understand that I don't understand, if you understand me on that. And if you're confused, too, don't despair, for these are confusing times in which it's difficult more more people than ever to hold on to their personal identity. Boys look like girls and women act like men and the criminals that supply stolen identities are engaged with each other, as we speak, <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/181766-Price-war-over-personal-identities">in a price war</a>. We spend more time marking and tracking and identifying one another than ever before and are more confused than ever ... and what else might you expect, in a world where so few even know of the concept of realizing the Self within, or suspect that that Self may be one with everything else?<br /><br />There were <a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-4810-Pittsburgh-UFO-Examiner%7Ey2009m4d13-Latest-UFO-reports-coming-in-from-Clairton-Pennsylvania-California-and-Texas">four UFO sightings across the US yesterday</a>. The usual reports, colored lights, changing geometric shapes, abrupt alterations in speed. I don't have any idea what to make of that, whether these are aliens or hyperdimensional beings from the future or evil spirits but ... given the nature of the times I don't much expect they're hear to do much good and, there certainly are a lot more of them than ever before. I wonder if we might not find ourselves all having seen some strange lights in the sky, before long. A man can dream, can't he?<br /><br />It seems there's been clashes between protestors and police in Thailand. In fact, it's escalated to the point of <a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/800541/thai-pm-urges-public-not-to-panic">troops being deployed</a>, and you might think you know what I'm about to say about that and be about to nod along in agreement but ... remember the protests last December, when the airports were shut down by protestors? Perhaps you recall that they wanted rid of their corrupt puppet of foreign powers 'leader', and they were successful in that (though not as much was said of this success.) Well, they wore (and still wear) <a href="http://www.upiasia.com/Politics/2009/04/14/thailands_colored_protesters/4483/">Yellow Shirts</a> and these new ones are wearing Red Shirts and for certain primal psychobiological reasons movements that adopt the color red, well. It's seldom good news, and in that vein I'll mention that the Red Shirts have already resorted to molotov cocktails when the much larger Yellow Shirt movement confined themselves to peaceful protest (and in so doing forced out their quisling prime minister.)<br /><br />The Conspiracy King is finding himself under attack by the very paranoia he did so much to encourage, and from an increasing number directions. Here's a <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/181423-Celestial-Esoteric-Stuff-and-The-Socio-Political-Nitty-Gritty">broadside</a> from the long-time Jones skeptics at SOTT, and here's another at <a href="http://www.alternet.org/rights/135592/did_paranoid_right-wing_media_fuel_the_pittsburgh_cop_killer%27s_rage/">Alternet</a>. The responses in this <a href="http://www.realitysandwich.com/deception_oval_office">Reality Sandwich</a> link to the Obama Deception, Jones' recent film, continue to this day, and even those who admit to having been, to a certain degree, activated by Alex voice doubt as to, at the very least, the wisdom of dwelling too long on the things he says. I myself remain ambivalent. The case against Jones is compelling and worthy of everyone's consideration but not yet airtight; at this point, only Jones' own actions will reveal the truth of his intentions. In the meantime he's become, for me, simply one voice amongst many, and if that one voice should someday call for armed uprising or some other patently disastrous mass movement, well, he can count me out.<br /><br />The truth is hard to pin down when you're pinned to the surface of a warm wet rock hurtling through space. Your perspective gets warped, sucked into the minutiae of your own little world and there's nothing inherently wrong with that. The universe is a fractal hologram, with the smallest fragments of any world containing worlds of their own, all of them in their own way a mirror of the whole. Still, though, unless one contemplates the wholes as well as the parts one is unlikely to understand very well how their own world works and so, the whole becomes a hell and that, to me, seems to be the truth of the situation here on Planet Earth.<br /><br />And as another sign that those who don't contemplate wholes understand them poorly, and a final link for you to look at, have a look at the amazing <a href="http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/090414-jet-flare.html">glowing black hole at the heart of M87</a>. The astronomers are mystified, for its behaviour doesn't seem to be at all in accord with what they'd expect of a black hole with an accretion disk - its luminosity varies far more than should be physically possible - and 'this doesn't make sense' is a line you seem to hear a lot from astronomers these days but for the moment dark matter and dark energy are doing fantastic work covering the gaping whole in mainstream astrophysical theory and as a result the astronomers can go on not worrying about things like UFOs, for instance, and go about secure in the illusion that they need not revise their theories save in minor details.<br /><br />A funny thing to leave off on, perhaps, but one must occasionally look at the stars and wonder, and if you don't do that and you lose sight of the vital connection between your deepest Self and the expansive cosmos around you, well, you're liable to get stuck in this mud. Or is it a lake of fire? Because it sure is getting hot down here.<br /><br />It doesn't have to be this way. It never did but, that's the road we chose several thousand years ago and so this is the experience we're going to get. It's just one experience among many and we'll all experience it in our own way at some point these next few years, one way or another, whether we want to or not (and, deep down, we all want to, don't we? That, after all, is why we're <span style="font-style: italic;">here</span>). We<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>will<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>experience it for exactly as long and as often as we need to.<br /><br />And afterwards ... maybe, this time ... maybe this time we'll understand.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Update</span>: As though to emphasize the importance of looking up on occasion, shortly after posting this I found myself looking at NASA's newest discovery: <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/space/04/14/space.hand/index.html">God's right hand</a>. Yes I know what it really is, but is there not some symbolic significance to the fact that this object was found at <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> time, and not another?psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-66948298185518101822009-04-11T12:42:00.000-07:002009-04-11T12:43:53.719-07:00Comet BoyAfter a long, loooong interval comes the next installment of <a href="http://martianaircastles.blogspot.com/2009/04/comet-boy.html">Dreamscapes and Night Terrors: Comet Boy</a>.<br /><br />There's another coming soon and a number kicking around in my head so ... hopefully I'll be able to keep up a higher pace.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-88480647176872722692009-04-09T20:14:00.000-07:002009-04-09T21:00:38.236-07:00Get Ready ... Here Come the New PatriotsI could've titled this 'Here Come the New Truthers' just as well, but I've always had a soft spot for the Truth movement and the thing about it is, it's main concern is, well, truth. Sure, it started as <span style="font-style: italic;">9/11 Truth</span> but its members became just plain old <span style="font-style: italic;">truthers </span>real quick and that's fitting because we all know, now, that it's so very much bigger than just 9/11 anyway. At any rate, the last several years there's been a lot of overlap between the so-called patriot movement and the truth movement, but I think that's starting to change now because, as the title implies, the new patriots are on their way.<br /><br />These aren't principled defenders of constitutional freedoms, clear-eyed standard-bearers of truth in the face of masses of denialists who refuse to see the obvious and publicly mock those who do, no, theirs is a softer mettle. Or is it a softer head? Or, perhaps, a soft metal plate in the head, the better to pick up the transmissions for all the television they watch. They are the type that drinks beer, watches sports, and cheers when they see a terrorist get pasted by a smart-bomb on Fox. They were about to vote for McCain, thought Palin was cute, and if they've got anything against the new guy it's only the color of his skin. They are the herd, the mob, and brace yourself for it, folks, because they're coming right at us.<br /><br />The kicker of it is, while they're charging towards us they're actually going to think that they're <span style="font-style: italic;">with </span>us.<br /><br />Have you noticed Fox News getting all paranoid, lately? It's shills and mockingbirds and other wildlife having been singing about the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTcJbDg3HbE">conspiracy theorists being right</a>, oh lawd have mercy! And they're just seeing the light now? Please. No, this is calculated. It's meant to lead to exactly the sort of situation <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>as this <a href="http://news.google.ca/news/url?sa=t&ct2=ca%2F0_0_s_0_0_t&usg=AFQjCNGB-_dgEhoxhAzZLwYkjvty-uMIEw&cid=1326186451&ei=csLeSfi2NIbEM-Ti3WY&rt=SEARCH&vm=STANDARD&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.pittsburghlive.com%2Fx%2Fpittsburghtrib%2Fnews%2Fcityregion%2Fs_619888.html">Poplawski</a> fellow, a paranoid right wing not job who grabbed his gun and shot some random cops in a futile little temper tantrum against the police state that just made it clamp down that little bit harder on the rest of us. Here are two stories from SOTT on this affair, one emphasizing <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/181325-The-Rise-of-Glenn-Beck-s-Bizarre-Media-Militia">Glenn Beck</a>'s contribution, another <a href="http://www.sott.net/articles/show/181213-Did-Paranoid-Right-Wing-Media-Fuel-the-Pittsburgh-Cop-Killer-s-Rage-">Alex Jones</a>' (and if you follow the second you'll find that <a href="http://moonslurpies.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-revolution-or-tom-paine-is-fake.html">'Tom Paine'</a> played a part in this sordid production, too.)<br /><br />Alex Jones is a fine example of how deep the game might be. At the bottom is one of those rare actual comment threads at SOTT, taking the form though it does of a few defenders being shouted down by a flaming choir of 'He's COINTELPRO!' The reasoning is this: Alex's role is to tell the truth about everything, but to emphasize the scary stuff and talk a lot about guns, even while always (<span style="font-style: italic;">always</span>) declaring himself to be against violence and for a peaceful resistance. At the last moment, so their theory goes, he will exhort his legions of followers (and yes, they number in the millions) to go forth with their hunting rifles and take on the US military.<br /><br />Now, I'm not saying I agree with the them, though I am tending more in their direction given his many recent appearances on Fox ... "I've never seen such a big awakening." Sure, buddy. And I still haven't seen an 'awakening' that big, yet. Because all those people watching Fox, they're not awake, they're just angry and scared and liable to do any dumb old thing to make the bad feelings go away. Like, say, riot in the streets on a mass scale, thus paving the way for a declaration of martial law in which (conveniently enough) the primary targets will be those few dangerous ones who can think, who figured out the Inside Job, the <a href="http://psikigram.blogspot.com/2009/03/ectasy-scam.html">Scam</a>, and maybe even the <a href="http://smokingmirrors.blogspot.com/2008/11/budget-economy-and-deluxury-package.html">Package Deal</a>, and who have been trying to wake up those around them before ... something bad happens.<br /><br />And at the end of it all? Those exhausted cattle that have managed to survive being caught in the crossfire will make all the more pliant slaves, thanks to the trauma; the real dissidents will have been rounded up and either executed on the spot or exported off for torture and/or experimentation at sites around the world; and, off in the distance, with the only buildings left standing surrounded by rings of soldiers and piles of skulls, humanity's new masters, the eternal aristocrats of the New World Order.<br /><br />Or rather, the Old World Order. Because as with everything else that slithers out of their mouths the word 'new' is of course a lie. The 'New World Order' is what they are trying to prevent, so that their 'Old World' order will become so total as to guarantee them overlordship of the planet for perpetuity ... of course it will be a dead planet, eating its own bones, but, I hear they prefer it that way.<br /><br />Well, they've got lots of things planned between getting here and there and I hear not everything's going to go according to plan for them because, sadly, nothing ever goes entirely according to plan, for anybody, no matter how powerful they may think they are. That's not just homespun commen sense, it's physical law, written into Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and the wave-like nature of matter. Chaos will always intervene, and the thing about chaos is, it can be turned to anyone's advantage ... and if we keep our eyes open, and remember that we're looking for truth, we'll see some true opportunities along the way.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-61533999467802172142009-04-08T21:31:00.000-07:002009-04-08T21:33:34.398-07:00Speaking of What the Real Revolution Will Look Like....Check out this anonymous message posted at nostate: <a href="http://www.nostate.com/1696/a-declaration-of-separation/">A Declaration of Separation</a>.<br /><br /><p></p><blockquote><p>We do not seek to overthrow anything. We do not seek to control anything. We merely wish to be left alone.</p> <p>All we ever wanted was to live in peace with our friends and neighbors. For a long, long time we bore insults to our liberty; we took blows, we did what we could to avoid injury and we worked through the system to get the offenses to stop. That has now changed.</p></blockquote><p></p><p></p><blockquote>....</blockquote><p></p><p>Just in case you were feeling lonely....<br /></p><p><br /></p>psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041559463964869678.post-73298563933143152282009-04-04T08:23:00.001-07:002009-04-04T08:24:52.146-07:00The Detroit Public School Supply BuildingThere's a fierce, grim beauty to this piece. I found myself tearing up a bit at the end, due to a whole complex range of emotions that can't be well described but that, I think, you'll certainly experience if you take the time to watch it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-JYFLz-_Qc&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-JYFLz-_Qc&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Found via <a href="http://cryptogon.com/">Cryptogon</a>.psychegramhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11914887999856166297noreply@blogger.com1