Category: mythology

In basins, hard star crafted soft vessels, collect the energies of intent. With sweeping compasses of geometry and meter, the vacuums of mind gather collections of imagination, memory, and will. Collapsing compression, upheaval, organization, and surprise abound in cosmic worlds of illusion, clarity, understanding ,and disguise. These are karma collections. Building forever, and never, with properties potential and kinetic. Sentient respiration properties balance through the everlasting flux nexus of cosmic pivot points, zero to infinitum. Each basin is perpetually equal in capacity. Equal in volume. Equal in amount. The alchemic majik of intent floats in the go between… every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Inescapable reality sublime, lost, surrounded, exposed, and balanced. Harmonious are the notes of Creation in the fields of viewpoint. Reaching, hiding, hiding, and reaching from one to many. Shielding, exposing, inviting, and securing along the paths of prosperity, and demise. The chokes of desperation revive with wonder of the observers amaze; spontaneously engendering responses of choice, choices, and the fables of interpretation all across the surface of galaxies galore.

Mesmerizing it is to know how neo phonic winds of inspiration move through the mind. All at once knowing the lost and found choices of mime. Here basks the glorious contents of each basin; perhaps disgusting at once, majestic the more. Fate not fret the uplifting deplorable crumbling zest, for what goes around comes around, transcending a mess. Value, huge value is leveled plainly on the mind of the immeasurable power of the choices of mine. Helping and harming, revolving in turn, results in a favor less favorable return. So with introspection, brought on by a crash crush explosion of a dimming bright light. Intentions tangled with deeds is forbearance. Let the basin of harm and discontent brim, help me please Prime Creator, now choose the right.

The phenomena of Anthony Fauci is a cultural hot spot. Forget public health. This dude, deeply invested in the industry of infectious disease, is neck deep in the modern societal narration. Like many other modern day cowards, he stands behind fraud authority, and it’s mercenary police. This dude has used public resources to get in on the ground floor of public threat. ‘Gain of function’ science gained my attention, ever since I first heard about it. While listening to the “good” doctor lecture on it, in a 2012 forum, alarms began screaming. The seriousness of this science can’t be overstated. The whole idea that the same guy that is detail describing the science behind making animal diseases contagious to humans, is the same guy “authoritatively” telling us what to do after it’s happened, is mind blowing. Dr. Anthony Fuaci is a parasitic opportunist that has succumbed to the temptation of control, and chosen to help publicly launder the inhumane technology of biological war.

The authority that, we the public, have handed over to our masquerade governments has us hostage. By taking the advice, of self important/self appointed parasitic “leaders”, we’ve advanced another click on the public ratchet of consent of giving away, not just our freedom and liberty, but the possibility of knowing either. We keep adding ink to our own enslavement contract. There’s a list of phenomenal sycophants that have signed up to launder control technology, and it’s enough to make you sick. It is well past time to revoke the enslavement contracts that we have willfully/selfishly, yet foolishly, signed. Telling autocrats, like Fauci, that we’re not going to be following his guidelines and plans is part of the about face we are making.

As so often is the case, injuries are piled on with insults. When the director of the NIAID does his briefings, it’s like listening to a kid playing a game of make believe. Like it requires a doctorate to explain the trend. “When the number of cases increases, the curve rises. When the number of cases stops increasing, the curve flattens. And when the numbers, of cases decreases, the curve begins to go down. This is what we want to see.” Pretty intense level of expertise on display there, huh!?!? It would be great to get away from this narration, and fast. That’s a chore that may be chosen. By listening to Dr. Fauci’s updates, It’s possible to find out what they are. Now… Which way to go?

Have you ever made a point, supported an idea, or defended a story that you knew was bull shit!? How weird is the feeling of sticking to a line(s) of fallacy crap!? How fun is it, NOT, to go deeper and deeper into “flying by the seat of the pants” creative lying! How do you think modern technology launderers, like Oprah Winfrey, Anthony Fauci, Elon Musk, Bill Gates… (the list goes on) feel right about now? These high profile agents of the conventional modern world narrative, aka propaganda, have committed themselves, wholly, to a spellbindingly stupid political, social control lie. They condescendingly treat every listener to a light weight patronizing rap about how special we are, how much they care, and what “we” need to do to overcome “said” adversity. With each passing day, the popular fraud, these entertainment culture media hype whores hump, seems more ridiculous. The bullshit artist always reaches the point of having to be dismissed because it becomes such a sorry waste of time. The lies these people are pushing does have one big value, however because it inversely reveals the truth. Actuality is the opposite of what these people claim. It’s easy to get it right..

The paradigm of the modern techno industrial world is collapsing. In spite of generations of promise that living standards will improve, we find ourselves pressed and surrounded by disease, death, restrictions, and toxins everywhere. The more technology advances, the sicker we get. This isn’t a mistake, and these talking heads know it. Now a lot of us know bit too. To hear these social “leaders” continue to promote a broken control party-line makes it clear that, not only are we getting truth inversion, but “sell out” celebrities pave the way to recovery because with every utterance they describe in detail that actual fact of precisely what isn’t real, and what not to do. Just like 911, and countless stories through false flag history, the corona virus story details are a major distortion of reality. Do people get sick? Obviously yes. Did the buildings fall? Of course they did. Does the story hold up to critical analysis??? Not even close!!!

If we, as a collective, are gonna make it we’re going to have to gain a view of the bigger picture. Societies’ celebrity pied pipers are an asset for guidance when the realization sets in that their advice to us is meant to continue to hold us down and screw us up. We’re being held up at every turn by anti life parasites that have sold in so far over their own heads that, in spite of a standing material fortune, their unquenchable thirst for superiority, control, and dominance drives an assault on the collective wellness that has driven us all off a cliff. It’s time to cease regarding these material giants of media, finance, and science as successes, and start recognizing them for what they really are. They are cosmic level predators that primarily fuel their engine with sick science attack plans which will work as long as we let them. We change our minds, individually and collectively, and modern world programming fails, and there’s a major meaningful shift from service to self to service to others. The prospect may still seem scary, but the conditions just keep intensifying, while the Oprahs, Faucis, Gates, Musks, etc… keep describing it.

There’s no mistake about it. Everything we’re told, by the “authorities”, that is for our own good, is exactly not.

I really didn’t want to leave him. My dad is a year plus into his cancer treatment. While sitting with him on his back porch, memory after memory appeared in my presently alert lively mind theater. Early, later, late, and brand new ‘just now’ memories parade down the thoroughfare of my mind’s eye. I can see this beautifully lively guy in the version of my dad sitting here on the porch. Like so many experiencing modern medical cancer treatment, the knock down of a year’s treatment is manifest in weakness and the dulling of his senses. It doesn’t stop him from pursuing participation in life, and being who he is right now. The warm feeling of being in the company of the man that’s been a constant support through the entirety of my life journey is spontaneously inviting. In a new comfort, that is defying expectation, I don’t want to leave. The actuality of life is. There is a commitment waiting. It’s time to go. This moment comes with me in the truth of the eternal while the moment morphs to the impermanence of passing that is infinitely meant to be.

Happy in so many ways, forever eager to pursue the American Dream, on his terms, my dad is an example of some one that is known. His values haven’t been shifted by any convenient superficiality of fashion. He’s been open to change, though stubborn reluctance has patterned, by his own account, his growth. As far as I could always tell, however, he pursued that dream of prosperity with innocence, principle, decency, and tempered ambition. Fate spared this man key aspects of “stop at nothing” ambition; so he has been able to succeed in earning with honor. He helped make those around him better, enjoyed his occupation, honored his parents, is accountable, loyal, and has faithfully been a firmament of sureness and stability in support of his family. It’s a family that has never known need of basic need, while at the same time not being spoiled. This guy helped maintain a real balance of this precious proportion the entire way. We all have benefited, as dependents that have grown in our own abilities of being dependable. Awesome legacy!! If there were anyone that had earned a graciously fair late chapter of life, it’s guy’s like this! I love, admire, and respect our dad to a point of reverence that has me now captured in a moment. This too passes. Life continues; in thought, desire, expectation, commitment, and activity. Duty calls. There’s stuff that we have to do, and me too. I hope to get back to find this guy again sometime. It’s important to dig the moment… What is meant to be is… Though forever; forever passing.

You can tell every bird out here that there’s bird flu; they wouldn’t stop singing.

Daily developments in the corona societal soap opera. The toilet paper vacuum is being filled in with a fast production product hitting shelves fast enough to alleviate the shortfall.

Update: It appears that rashes may be an early indicator symptom of Covid 19, and there has been an increase in rashes on the inner thigh, ass, and face.

Update: Ten thousand shipments of Econ-green TP have been recalled for contamination of irritating form of formaldehyde.

You could almost, on one level, have guessed that the apparatus of fallacy was doomed to fail. The level of desperate denial among the perpetrators of industrial disease and kleptocracy was soaring with success expectation of their control dominance. It left them vulnerable to underestimation and surprise. With pinpoint focus on their age old self service plan of parasitic energy theft, a true organic groundswell of organic counterbalance developed virtually undetected. With totalitarian belief in means of technology, eugenics, surveillance, violence, drugs, confusion, and fear, the parasitic planetary hijackers progressively developed a critically large Achilles heal blind spot. In it grew an innocence agency of goodwill. Surprise! Surprise!!

Now the puppeteers of high finance and societal power pull their panic the populace strings, but there’s no more obedience by majority. What!? The transition has happened. The police state storm troopers pull rank, but it falls in dismiss. The trigger gets pulled, and the gun doesn’t shoot. The retaliation is in the form of another long stem rose slid down the barrel of a rifle. The paranoia germ and signal are deployed, but the people will not fearfully go to their room and stay there this time. The game is up! There’s one more threatening clamor call that the economy will fail bellowed by the finance ministers and their sycophantic mouthpieces. It falls as well at the feet of a firm humanitarian community that has already gotten an organic planet/nature based life support economy rolling and functioning. “Keep your money, and everything it buys” is the rejoice refrain. Surprise! Surprise!

How severe is the maya-anic web that’s been pulled over us!? How gullible is the general population!? …It has to be intensely severe, and we are nearly critically gullible. Note: The flashpoint of panic that ensued with the first utterance of “contagious”.

Keeping in mind that we collectively have persistent information sources, commonly thought of as news outlets, that have been feeding us factoids of our current events for generations now. It’s a narration driver, and it can be seen straight through with any brand of free thought sense. This,pandemic, is the next version of propogandic BS. Without covering it chapter and verse right now, let’s reference the cosmic pornographic lie that is the 911 narrative, for example. The same media machine that delivered that batch of control crap is the same source that is right now pumping this fear propaganda at an industrial rate. Full on fraud!

Now is eternity! It is always now. Detach from the problem (aka, hyped hysterical ‘news’ narration). Love one another. Whenever, wherever, someone needs a hand; lend it. Share a smile. Stay calm and carry on. The light of truth IS shining. Thinking is vulnerable to control. Prevailing mind control programs have scientifically infected our belief field, and hence warped the peace prognosis of liberty, freedom, and thriving expanse that Creation yearns to make real. In each instant, eternity beckons. Awakening happens in a flash too. Know that there is an internal justice that has been suppressed by the deliberate effort of impotent parasitic power mongers which NEED us controlled. Access fairness, and know peace. Come to attention. Shake the maya mania hype push, and vault though to the eternal; literally witnessing forever in a flash.

Few artists tapped into the realm of fantasy, mysticism, and myth as well as the recently deceased Robert Hunter. Hunter had a most clever and effective way of telling about the seriousness of life’s inevitabilities and difficulties in an objectively realistic way without falling into fatality, and balancing dire circumstances the sense of purpose and hope. The timeless themes of challenge and endurance have contemporary relevance today as we deal with the flak associated with making sense of the modern world. Worldwide hardship, struggle, and dysfunction in is going viral in spite of generations of societal leaders promoting scientific breakthroughs and applications seemingly meant to enhance and improve the quality of life. The result??? This quote from the Hunter/Hart classic Fire On The Mountain, “If mercy’s in business I wish it for you / More than just ashes when you dreams come true.” says it. Look around! There is a shit ton of hardship side effect to these, so called, promises all over the place. From disease to distraction, from addiction to ambivalence, from dogmatic draconian cruelty to perpetual hyper violent war; there’s a nonstop assault on collective wellness, unity, liberty, sovereignty, and fate. We’d be lucky if it were only ashes we were getting at this point. The unfolding collective nightmare is picking up speed. There is multi-form illness all over the place, and the serious suffering associated with it. There’s a lot of room for change for the better now. Man made science reliance is a world class jinx. As a collective we are basically sound asleep, and ordered to stay that way. Much more (or any) dedication to man’s techno science fix of health or planetary problems, and we’re doomed. Wake up and smell the smoke. Hunter called it, “Fire! Fire on the mountain.”

The indicators are so glaring, Life is not meant to be misery; we’re choosing it. There is a dastardly persuasion which suggests that conventional material objectives are viable, sustainable, and right. It’s a sick, deep, cowardly lie. The influencing agencies are mighty potent, however, and the inherent mass denial has the current planet paradigm on the verge of collapse. Check that, it’s collapsing. Life is to be enjoyed; freely, bountifully, fairly, responsibly, and wholly. Any interruption to this is an indicative prompt to reconsider our basic commitments and beliefs. The conditions of suffering about us now is our responsibility. The tacit consent, we as a collective, provided to the ruling class of sociopathic lunatics that have chosen anti-life darkness, and are being animated by it, is our in mass mistake. Thanks to the fact that the modern world is built on twisted history and genocide, we’ve lost contact with our organic host, and those that help us access it. The natural host that we’re spawned from, that nurtures, provides, protects, and includes us has been demonized and rejected. We’re told we can’t trust nature while we’re fed another poison by the agents that REALLY can’t be trusted. This whole life choice paradigm is upside down. We’re killing ourselves in a type of disconnected egomania. It’s blindness. It’s selfishness. It’s shortsightedness. It’s delusion. It’s manufactured, promoted, and it’s dark. “One way or another / One way or another /One way or another / this darkness got to give.” – Robert Hunter.

There is so much suffering in our world today. Disease, hunger, confusion, superficiality, incoherence, surveillance, toxicity, discordance, disunion, hyper fear, deception, violation, greed, vampirism, ultra violence, WAR!! To not be aware of the rampant runaway cases of these phenomena is to be preoccupied, dull, disconnected, and asleep. “There are things you can replace/ And others you cannot/ The time has come to weigh those things/ This place is getting hot” -Robert Hunter. The eerie essence of the current crises sneaks through mass media unannounced. Bewildered and lost to critical loss phenomena damns us to ruin in a form of enhanced social science controlled blindness. Eugenics is the plan. In this the forced, industrially sponsored, suffering of people, animal, and plant goes on unabated in increasing rate rapidity. The cross hairs have leveled on us all. The forced departure from the host, nature, now resides as a perilous pride insistence among us humans who have driven basic survival past the breaking point. Over and over and over we go to the industrial tune of consumption, little realizing that all the resources for life are exhausted and destroyed. Destroyed mercilessly! “Going to leave this broke-down palace. On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll.”- Robert Hunter. So where’s the hope!? “Gonna plant a weeping willow / On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow’ – Robert Hunter. There are truths, suppressed, hidden truths, which hold gems of authenticity, justice, freedom, and liberation in suspension. They are realizable upon awakening; an awakening potentially prompted by these various elements of demise. Majesty will move inside the sentient being of liberty promise. The minds eye can clear, thus prompting vigorous grow cycles of heightening free thought. It becomes original, and salvation is at hand. “Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe you’ll find direction around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you.” -Robert Hunter.

As a deluded populace we have just about finished off a very real planetary murder suicide. “Tell me what you done it for / No I won’t tell you a thing.” – Robert Hunter. The controlled historical human history narrative has landed sure suffering suicide/homicide on an industrial level. Omnicide! The me first, creature comfort, pleasure quest, man rules as god lie has severed the chord of healthy perspective and sanity. Collective pride is massively interrupting desperate chimes of reason, as current paradigm insistence is forcing us all into a headlong acceleration into doing things ‘our’ way. The insistence on a man made reality which is promoted to be dominantly superior to nature. In the blinding process we take one industrial death slash after another thinking that it’s our God given right to do whatever, whenever, however we please. Any challenge to this is met with rejection, defiance, obstinacy, and out right attack. “Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.” -Robert Hunter. Now while some hear the signals of sanity stranding through orchestrated suppression and deception, it becomes clear that a very antithetical alternative is, and always has been, available for the choosing. “Take up your china doll / it’s only fractured- just a little nervous / from the fall.” – Robert Hunter.

The essential mystical spirit is in full view (with open tree thought clarity) and unseen. “Ripple in still water / When there is no pebble tossed / Nor wind to blow.” – Robert Hunter. “Wake up to find out / that you are the eyes of the World” -Robert Hunter. We people are the antidote to generations of systemically enforced crap hygiene. Accessing the healing, antidote, aspects of ourselves is going to require admission, acknowledgment, and repair. It’s happening and Hunter has an effective prayer, “Let my inspiration flow, in token rhymes suggesting rhythm.” -Robert Hunter. The programed light in which we view our narration and limited material objectives pigeon holes perspective. There is an encouragement to bask in new light,”till things we’ve never seen / will seem familiar.”-Robert Hunter. The eternal order supports, arranges, and bursts with bliss. The material insistence of resource exploitation and pleasure comfort demand deprives bliss. “Inspiration, move me brightly/ light the song with sense and color/ hold away despair” -Robert Hunter. The fates of the moment are subject to wickedly handicapped spirit capacities among most from one to another, however, salvation is as eternal as destruction, and direction to freedom does exist, “…there hangs a bell / It can ring, turn night to day / And ring like fire when you loose your way.” -Robert Hunter.

It feels like I could go on and on about this guy. Suffice it to say that his artistic contribution is meaningful in valuable ways, and like his muse, collaborator, also deceased fellow traveler, his spirit, mystic, folk art power grows in spite of his realized mortality. In a world of aching struggle, there are sure blessings of liberation, hope, charity, insight, culture, and art; high among them is of Hunter. “God save the child that rings that bell” – Robert Hunter. God speed fair troubadour…