Category: mythology

I’m very often reminded of an observation made by Henry David Thoreau…

“All machines have their friction; and possibly this does enough to counter-balance the evil. At any rate, it is a great evil to make a stir about it. But when the friction comes to have its machine, and oppression and robbery are organized, I say, let us not have such a machine any longer. In other words, when a sixth of the population of a nation which has undertaken to be the refuge of liberty are slaves, and a whole country is unjustly overrun and conquered by a foreign army, and subjected to military law, I think that it is not too soon for honest men to rebel and revolutionize. What makes the duty more urgent is the fact that the country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army.”

Henry David Thoreau – Civil Disobedience

Delivered in 1849, Civil Disobedience is long iconic. The form of slavery referred to here has obviously changed. If, however, poverty were to replace slavery in contemporary terms of consideration it should be noted that just under one sixth of the United States population is in poverty. The evidence is sure that the social agreement between the citizenry and the government is broken, and it has been for a long time. In other words, the vast majority of ordinary people are not represented by their government. The progressive descent of cultural/societal conditions has been proceeding through the generations. Seen clearly, the need for revolution feels urgent, and the requirement of non violence is imperative (if any civility may be expected). Making matters more intense is the unholy belief that the societal structure machine is a government in name only. With adroit prescient accuracy Thoreau identifies the threat of progressive corruption. We’ve reached the point where it’s not the resistance (or friction) to a principled governing system that is interfering with government function for the common welfare; its the remnants of organized principled decency, and that part of the populace still awake, that’s slowing the inertia of dysfunction and malevolence organized against the citizenry.

The terms of civil revolution is worthy of serious consideration for sure. There is, however, a prime prerequisite… Awareness. Accurate awareness of our current state, and the ability to wake up to it is a necessity. It seems that by in large most people are wildly unaware of the current state of world affairs, and have a double jeopardy component of not caring. A real oblivious consent consumes demographic after demographic that are blitzed into states of mental mania and fatigue about issues which are rooted in prediction. The media bell of Pavlovian response is sounded, and collective confusion distraction is perpetuated. Systematically we’re led astray and pit versus our fellows while the string pullers operate with impunity.  Stating this reality clearly, and then repeating it, seems of paramount importance. Counter balancing corruption confusion narration is an obligation. God bless all those who have abandoned trying to convince us that we are under attack, and rather simply refer to it as fact.

 

 

Moon shadow, moon shadow.

Being outside tonight with the moon brightly shining above the winter covered ground. With the familiar celestial satellite casting moon grey shadows about the snow grey landscape, I wonder…   How disconnected do you gotta be to do harm to this world, or anything on it?

Revelations crashing all around the gasping thoughts of remaining hope. Hope, for the end of the flagrant insanity which has become omnipresent to every sense, runs thin. Moment to moment cataclysmic dread consumes any remaining countenance of calm. And as dread fills in, visions about shreds of innocence are put to the match. Another surge of complaint mania anger rushes to the surface of personal expression. What about the loss! Look at the crime! We’re under death attack! Evil is organized! We’re all in incredible peril! More and more comes the response of unrestrained ignorance and contempt. Words all seem to ring meaningless in an exasperated race to persuasion. The fundamental commitment to civility is breaking down. It’s breaking down, evaporating, and leaving a residue of hostility on the bottom of the soul. Corruption becomes complete when it’s surrendered to.

Thud, the knees hit the floor. Help…

It is not so much the discovery of truth as much as it is the re-discovery and repetition.

The Great North Wind regularly building, in the north and west, filling the horizon with the deep authority of the provisional power of creation. For millennia it’s poured out of the north with bracing strength and clean purity. So pure, in fact, that those in it’s path shield themselves from exposure and the purity burn. In the presence of the Wind there is no mistaking humanity’s humble metaphase place in the forever unfolding drama of Creation. In it’s wake is left the atmosphere of purity, virginity, health, and refreshment. In this air of deep hygiene and organic essence, everything absorbs cell depth deep release, nature exhales it’s ill to dispose while inhaling Origin’s rudiment molecule mix with birth’s perpetual promise; the promise of health support provision. Organically nature knows deference to the verity of conclusion, and the Great North Wind has provided it’s regular gifting of cleansing necessity and essential purity health support. The coordinate position is perfect. Left unmolested, there is no degree of high destiny or evolutionary fulfillment it cannot support. The Great North Wind is for and of the essence of Bio-life support and Life Giving Miracle.

The Great North Wind’s seasonal return in force has it’s familiar reminder. The defining chill, freeze ,snap, and snow. The snow. The snow? The snow! Walking across the back porch after a brief period of what appeared to be snow. Patches on the ground are covered by this stuff. It begs inspection. Just look at it. Pellets! The ground is coated with white pellets. It looks like a styrofoam mold that was scratched apart leaving all the styro-digit balls littering every where. I stop. The snow flake meditation takes hold. What exactly is snow?

The snowflake is an ice crystal. The crystal pattern is as individual as a finger print. The simple fact we learn as kids, no two are alike. When you stick out your hand and catch one, then maybe another, the flake crystals are right there to check out. If the hand is gloved the flakes don’t melt. Look, look, there, there, flake after flake land softly. What patterns?! As if the artist rendered an imaginative burst of unyielding creativity, the crystals are of complete intricate simplicity soft and innumerable, beautiful. Look around… Other than maybe sand on the beach, is there any better concept approaching infinity? The snowflake is the mystical signature crystal of the Great North Wind. Created in the magically true crystalline creation process. Masaru Emoto’s work here relates. Water is an information collector, a consciousness collector. The quality of the info, and the conscious intent affects the quality of water. Hence, the type of crystal formed signates the quality.  Higher quality positive renders more beautiful crystal, lower quality negative means less beautiful, approaching blotch like nothing ice, without any crystalline structure at all. The crystal belies the quality of the water which made it, and of the intent the water had collected. The Great North Wind’s snow crystals are legendary for their sublime intense beauty. The Wind’s pure intention is on display in it’s ravishing crystalline form. So what of these pellets!? Oh God! Oh Creation! Oh no!!

A sure feeling of prevailing fraud falls over me. Looking up through the roof window above I can see the skeletal high branches of the local tree begin to sway under the steel gray sky. I step outside, and view to the west in a growing breeze of offensive malice. Wave like cloud layers, shades of grey cover the sky. Crossing surely is a thin darker line, like would be drawn by turning one nob of an Etch A Sketch, the straight line smile of Satan’s cue. Malicious intent is on display in a vainglorious freak front approaching. A pelting sound begins, and I reach forward. Bouncing pellets ricochet in all different directions off most everything they hit, including my arm and hand. Some stick to be immediately viewed up close. It’s a pellet ball blob with no discernible crystal-ness at all. Low beauty crystal again! Conviction is sure, these are the signature droppings of a Life support consciousness imposter. As much as the Great North Wind’s intent is to help; this weather masquerading as winter means harm. This cannot cleanse. This is poison, and the gut knows it. We’re in a world of hurt that’s being systematically, scientifically, purposefully activated against us. This witness to deviant malice consciousness manifest in frozen pellets says two things. One is that I don’t need damn news stories to tell me we’re under attack. Two, something has seized, transferred, and captured the Great North Wind. Man, do we miss it now? A dark consciousness is locked in against us. Creation have mercy on us all.

There is no right way to do the wrong thing.

The original destabilizer; the lie. The big one; inequality. On it’s face it’s masked as a faux fairness, but we’ve been made to believe this lie, we’ve told it to ourselves, to others, and it’s been repeated. It’s the inequality lie; the anti-egalitarian, me first, fatality lie. It’s of the Devil, and it’s perpetuated through those that succumb to It’s temptation. With this persuasive spiritual component infused into any being, the lure is sure to profit oneself, ahead of everything else. The original lie feeds the need for manipulation, selfishness, secrecy, fallacy, and fraud; setting the prevailing course for hardship in a burgeoning rationality disaster realm. Alibi explanations and excuses now characterize correspondences to avoid detection, and more lies are necessary, fueling the security of secrecy and resulting in the eventual insanity result of end justifies the means belief. Left unchecked and able to grow, it can, and has resulted in material power of ill gotten gain. This is what we’re witnessing in our time. It has grown and grown. Unchecked long enough, the un sustainability imbalance of the cosmic latency equation breaks down as all the inhabitant souls in the collectively shared life bubble incrementally approach discharge. The potential difference in our current time/space place is not only massive; it’s increasing. It’s increasing rapidly. When it snaps… Heaven help us.

Unawareness keeps us on a collision course with catastrophe. Any metering off of the cataclysmic potency of material exploitation and inequality is going to require a shaking off of the current malaise. This malaise sleep state has been induced, and reenforced systematically over time; over lifetimes! We’re under a spell, and it’s deep. We’re at (actually well past) the point where the defense structure hiding the original lie has reached, and surpassed, the point of absurdity. Absurdity, and it’s defense, should catalyze awakening. I mean you can see why we might, right now, want to consider the current state of our collective story. The end justifying the means of our mad blind material first pursuant class has put us all in the cross hairs of doom. Unless we think we can readily exist without an ozone layer to our atmosphere, a genetic modification free food supply, radiation free fallout zone, contamination free air/land/water supply, a war free death supremacy hostility complex, a free fair working currency, and perhaps most importantly, an information free mind control program then there needs to be a quick contemporary checkup. We’re surrounded man. We’re surrounded, however, by absurdity. It’s clear. Is this the first step to a big awakening? Step back and look without the inclusion of “expert” analysis.

Three absurdities.

-The United States military budget is greater than the next eight countries military budgets combined (not to mention $6.5 trillion unaccounted for since the ’90’s) So where’s the military threat???

-Overlay the graph of scheduled vaccinations on top of the graph of rates of autism. It’s the identical graph!!!

-Emission controls galore on every combustion fire power source here on the ground, while planes are flying around leaving enough pollution exhaust to routinely fill the entire sky!!!

Only when we hear official explanations of these, and any number of other obvious realities, do the subjects get confusing. Absurdity on top of absurdity manufactured, accelerated, and defended. Where the hope lies inside of each of us to awaken is a crying question right now. Right here with me, the official narrative has hit a brick wall of solid discernment. Officially, I’m not buying a word of it. It’s absurd man. All energies, as positively as possible, now direct the best I (and as many as can be, we) have to enlightenment, compassion, service, and broad base judicial fairness. Om…   Om…   Om…   …

 

We’re talking about the acceptance of uncertainty, or the insistence of predictability.

How often to stop; stop and consider the world and our place in it? Here now begins a contemplation of the ecoworld that is much taken for granted. Standing here, on the back porch, breathing under the super moon night sky. There’s light bright shining off earth’s celestial satellite, leaving down on the land through an otherwise darkness back field littered by randomly small puffy patch vague and dark gray tissue clouds. Spreading moon shadows draft a photo negative appearance view about the landscape. Looking up, observing, noticing the moon’s brightness providing clarity of it’s own feature and of the night sky surrounding it. Brief cloud silhouette after cloud silhouette fade to disappearance with any growing distance from the shining moon. As each cloud patch approaches the lunar lamp it becomes gainingly visible. Passing closely by, or in front of the moon, a characteristic is evident; the characteristic is of color. Each wispy draft of cloud has a definite holograph hue of pale pink-violet cotton candy like light. Impurity?! This is it. It’s the spray trails, the atmospheric engineering fallout. The breathing continues in contemplative remark… What? This? This… Miasma!!

Stop and stay right here. Consider the view above. Continued contemplation on the condition brings on a strong sensational impact. It’s in the air. It’s everywhere! The tonnage, the shear volume and magnitude of all the spraying documented and detailed, now realized in total. It’s of nightmarish proportion and scale. It’s a disastrous nightmare. It’s really sinking in now. With incredible subtlety the wholesale permeation of every where all the time surrounding everything becomes materially known. Inescapable and inhaled with every breath, the molecular absorption has become a constant. So quietly these clouds bliss through the sky unaware of the toxic treason. Every single breath consumed by every single thing in saturation sum and blanketing. The oppression of insistence and anti life will takes hold, and I try to wrap the mind around this possibility. How can this be happening? How can it be allowed that this excruciating amount of purposeful pollution be allowed; allowed anywhere at anytime. We’re all in one gargantuan gas chamber! Recoiling and revolting my senses begin to smash with fury. But who to take it out on, and how?

A sense of disastrous hopelessness and dread is creeping right into the pit of my guts. Though dire failing destiny seems unavoidable in tragedy a filament of faith signals, “Don’t give up.” Taking a deep breath (how crazily ironic is that!?) and leaving room for any potential cast of harmony or hope to persuade it’s way into to the thought field, and it does. A memory of joy springs to mind. Another memory of pure like thankfulness for a recognized grace. Thank God for a big rudiment of life: that foundational principle which actually makes life real… freedom of choice. At this point the power of crippling insistence brought on by the contemplation of this asthmatic atmosphere, and the obscenity at large, works to the choice of giving, donating, service, and charity. The mind and body can be chemically contaminated, conditionally corrupted, or bent by control, but what I’m going to next do, I decide. The material panic race of the modern world may now go on without me. Obviously it doesn’t need permission, but in my mind and in my way I say, “You don’t have permission to control, impose, or poison me anymore.” This sentiment is found to feel strongly right now with conviction. The conviction is founded on the occasion of stopping, opening the eyes, and contemplating the view.    Peace…

The prerequisite for peace…

Justice