Category: mythology

The calculation proceeds in order to fulfill the individual lust, desire, and demand. Once convinced on the course of self interest, catastrophe builds. Built on the neglect of any common good. The hero was heard to say, “Never again will my ambition be frustrated!” He knew what it meant. The image of success relied on key timing, and object material appearance. The escort had to be it in full sex appeal, and the object of collective envy. All trappings needed to be of prestige. Only categorical success rates would do. The rates on accounts, the privilege, the ornaments, and the social climb arc of romantic arrival. Built on the carnal platform of pleasure, the end justifies the means.

He is reminded of the protagonist he can’t dismiss, and the insult to his ego image. He had felt humiliated and inferior in the face of the calm together agent of authenticity that overwhelmed him. Now angst rises to release the notion and framework of honor. At all costs the image promotion becomes paramount. His impatience to impress forces the issue into obsession. “Just wait!”

With no regard for the values of conscience a true insistence drive proceeds. The all important first person flexes it’s way into comprehension while ethics, morality, decency, and honor become adjustable. “I deserve better! I’m not doing anything anyone else wouldn’t do! I deserve to be happy, I’m a good person.” With that he allowed the virus to spread. His self created malware was now loose. The virus will be linked to his partner who will be discredited and removed in disgrace, leaving a vacancy that he is prepared to fill with the malware virus antidote at the ready. The frame job will be complete when his own heroic savior role will leap frog him into the power chair of corporate command.

The stage was set for fail safe fraud, and now the trigger. All that’s left to do is provide the theater response of innocent dismay, sorry surprise, and the best humble acceptance of promotion he could make believe. The coup will be successful, and he will take his rightful place up the food chain hierarchy of self righteousness. Coincidentally a parasitic nation breathed deeply and swelled with corruptive delight. Another soul sold.

Right there in front of me, I heard him say, “Anything is possible, however, there’s an issue is about having been exposed to generational subterfuge training. The degeneracy  of the mind program that’s left most of us with crippled imaginations. Not only can we not believe most of our everyday truth, we can’t conceive of it. There’s a disconnect from the essence witness of our dreams, and the contemplation practice meant to inspire and amaze. For the most part, we are clueless of the context of where our lives are, and how they’re unfolding. We’re lost.”

The room fell silent. Quiet in the way it gets immediately before an accident. A momentary pause as fate anticipates shift. Then… Clamor!! Crash!! Rush and sensory bombardment ensue. The internal turbulence which makes ration, judgement and patience impossible. It is near pure reaction. I can’t tell if the volume is coming from within or without. This degeneracy idea hits home. In a cinematic way I hear my voice. The voice is exclaiming, “What in god’s name are you talking about!? Where do you get this crap!? Lost!?”

What happened next is difficult to recall. I remember thinking that this dude was mocking me. The next thing I know is that I lunge at him, and seemingly hit air with no balance. I perceived and felt an intense threat. It was like a challenge to my baseline belief and security, putting my identity pride on the line. This damn ‘know it all’ stranger had triggered an automatic reflexive response of contempt and condemnation. It was a compromise conclusion. He was now the instant target of a building attack, “Friggin jerk!!! You get off on pissing people off insulting!?!?” I remember the feeling of falling, and the thought of grabbing. Desperation flooded, and a point had to be proved in prideful image. Reason no longer mattered or seemed relevant. I was falling alone, sensing loss, total loss, in full identity crisis. Panic?! My periphery began to darken. It was like looking through a tube at the protagonist. Hurry! Fury! The feeling fills in that all is lost. Humiliated in loss. Let down and forsaken. I’m lost, lost to all meaning. Fear. Hyper fear!

The next thing I know is the sensation of cold cool coming through the stinging feeling in my lips. I hear Carol say, “Have you lost your mind!? You just attacked a complete stranger! Your lucky you didn’t get arrested or really beat up.” I was confused, but I knew one thing for sure. It was something he had said which could not be reconciled. I’m going to restore my pride, and this jerk, and any like him, are going to pay.

A whisper                                                                                                                                 A rumble                                                                                                                                   It’s coming                                                                                                                                       It’s here                                                                                                                                     The perilous loss of moral                                                                                                     Confusion adjunct of time                                                                                                     Tingling apprehension                                                                                                                                           The liberation come waiting                                                                                                 Is mine

All signs point in the direction of the galactic story. Terrestrial history as part of a  continuing extra terrestrial story. Listening to the galactic historians impart their understanding and knowledge provides a much more coherent narrative than the limited ones which come from human history.

To begin to place myself effectively in a world where a massive collective insanity very much appears to be playing out in real time, there is a big need for an ability to accurately assess what’s really going on here. And what’s animating these agents in power to make them able to do so much incredible inhuman harm.

Yesterday was March 24 2016. It was a Thursday. Today is Good Friday 2016 for whatever that is worth. The number of planes over here yesterday which were dumping aerosol chemical cloud streams was astronomical. Constant overflight of dispersion stream after dispersion stream. I lost count early in the morning, but was aware of the persistent barrage all day. It means that the number of jets leaving chemical had to be in the hundreds. And this was viewed from just one spot! What madcap monster, or group of monsters, would know this practice to be in anyway okay?

So many unknowing innocent beings with authentic strong spirits to survive and thrive are exposed in this miasma of industrial strength creation. Their bodies enveloped in the maelstrom of environmental crisis and pollution. Born with the challenge of just getting on two feet he was born with a physical handicap. Learning to walk, balance, integrate, and assimilate. The effort increased by deformity, the result of a drug chemical side effect and real. The integration socially succeeds, and he has a chance. He begins pursuing a purposeful life as the result the internal spiritual, and the external loving support of others. It’s the persistent love and support of those that care for us that puts in a position to live in full. This caring nurturing is repaid by Nature’s own instinct to exist, live, and experience in full. Giving and taking, not unlike breathing, is a natural code. Thankfully surviving, he begins to repay the gift of giving that has been received. Challenge on top of practice in the effort to good survivable health. The heart! Another chemically created congenital hidden defect. By the Grace of Fate in store again the defect is repaired before it can do it’s worst. Again with the love and support of others. Now the education, evolution, and pursuit of living giving proceeds with an increase in resolve.

During this lifetime line of adversity prosperity there is an unknown, unrecognized, unexpected environmental building poison field miasma. The spirit seeks to soar and thrive in blossoming joy knowing transcendental help and health. Meanwhile, agencies of nearly pure sickness are at work. Engineering social planners plot, and execute murderous programs broadcasting impersonal, arbitrary sickness of handicap death. Exterminating the ones, like this one, that have overcome their own personal adversity prepared to thrive and then met with a poison plan meant for crisis of surrounding and extermination. The stories of the psychic agents for better and worse compel inquiry, while thoughts of mortal and immortal ethical justice shriek!

The power, the relevance, and the importance of myth. While seemingly trivial, and/or pointless to many, the myth has a major magnitude influence on procession. The myth’s effect on thoughts and attitudes can’t be overstated. Impacting a sort of superstitious belief which is manifest in the decisions we make and things that we do. The coherence of each story, and the truisms they describe directly influence cause and effect. What are our beliefs based on?

Some stories are casual. Does lightning strike the same place twice? Would one be killed by a penny falling from a tall building? Does alcohol keep you warm? The consistent actuality of these beliefs may or may not have serious eventual consequences.

What about these myths? Borrow your way out of dept. Human activity cannot alter earths natural balance or systems. Mainstream media is trustworthy. Governments have the populace’ best interest in mind. Private central banks are created to provide stability and promote common welfare. These are some standard ideas that are part of our collective consciousness, and any challenge of them results in widespread dissonance. They rise from a story which makes up our contemporary mythology. The coherence of these stories is lacking. The link to reality is unverifiable, and the resonance is discordenant. Recent inspection of these social system myths very much defy the reality they would like to describe. Contradiction better defines the reality suggested.

Orwell’s prophecy comes to mind. 1984 is coherent in the current context. If there was ever a time to seek the affirmative stories through history from antiquity to today it is now! Effective reality grasp is essential to finding an internal compass, and survival instinct before our entire consciousness is lured into the prison of virtuality, and systemic program capture. Hark the historian! From Howard Zinn to the Sumerian. We need a baseline to rely on. Help!!!

Within the instant of timelessness exists all choice. The penultimate free will reality which is Life. All Natural Order proceeds from the Eternal Truth in spite of enduring amnesia, and the perpetual generation of expression emanating from the singularity source existent through the polarity of equal and opposite. From this results the Field, sub fields, macro and micro fields within/without which universal galactic reason is to be. Constant, eternal, instantaneous, concurrent, consecutive. In the realm of Pure Consciousness is the consciousness of choice, with it’s degree of clarity and confusion, and creation continues. With an agency of animation we find and play our part. Each participating, knowingly or not. Reality becomes what we make of. The synthesis proceeds, and clues informed. From Anton Parks through Nikola Tesla, Copernicus, and the dharma bums.

Imagine and share, absorb, integrate, love, imagine, contemplate, share, absorb, integrate, love, imagine…

Well here we are. Daily doses of airplane pollution.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to go through these days ignoring the ‘in your face’ systematic sky gas attack perpetrated against us. While rigged systems abound of many variety, there is no assault more obvious than the one overhead.  Recently the number of stream trailing flights has been high, way numerously high. Daily, almost hourly, multiple tracks distinct and combining to haze the sky. There is constant air traffic with no relief. There’s no longer any question in my mind. I know what it is. It’s the purposeful, intentional distribution of aerosol. It’s being sprayed, and/or fuel mixed to exhaust. How in the world is it possible to go through the day, with this glaring pollution program geoengineering us into a dystopic secret submission cellar, and carry on like it’s not happening!? I’ve become preoccupied with the ideas of breath and breathing. Conscious of every single breath, and contemplating the reality of evil.

Into it. Seek into the story of origin for combat clues. Every trouble, every problem has a built in solution. Origination clues. This is really getting heavy.

Well it’s that time again. Time to get to the emissions station, and get the car tested. Twenty bucks, valid registration, a little bit of time, and it’s all set. I’m hoping the vehicle passes the test.

The test station is on Federal Road. I get in line. The wait is about thirty minutes. The mid morning weather feels comfortable, so I step outside until they finish. I’ve got a copy of Dracula that I’m reading. It seems like a good time to catch up on the story. Great read.

Sitting in the sun in front of the station I notice the sunshine feels very warm, almost uncomfortable. Like a heater is being held up to my face. My glance rises to the sky. This station is up nearly at the top of a local hill. The view afforded from here is a broad open one of the sky to the south. The sky is light blue with some clouds that look like dusty cobwebs from an unused attic or crawl space. Bram Stokers Dracula sits open on my knee while a notification contemplation begins of the scene unfolding in the sky.

Tracing from east to west in the air to the south is a jet plane leaving a cloud trail in it’s wake. I notice that there are parallel trail streams which line up as virtual lines of latitude. The one presently being made is the next in the series. It is concentrated and relatively fine. Each preceding one is less concentrated, thicker, and puff out appearing more cloud like. They begin to look like long clouds. Now over my left shoulder I notice a jet plane heading in this direction from north to south like it’s coming over the hill and going right overhead. The plane flying north-south is also leaving a trail. It crosses the parallel ladder like trails on a diagonal followed by another plane also flying north to south and leaving a thin intense cloud stream. This stream is discontinuous, but it also criss crosses the ladder lines. This all works together to form an overhead grid. All the streams join into a less distinguished yet complete haze cloud covering union.

The thought comes to mind that perhaps there should be emission testing for airplanes, as much as for cars. I look back at Dracula. The next line pins my heart to the back of my chest. I quote Bram Stoker, “He is experimenting, and doing it well; and if it had not been that we have crossed his path he would yet be- he may be yet if we fail- the father or furtherer of a new order of beings, whose road must lead through Death, not Life.”

Instant coherence in perfect harmony, holding all the verities of existence in an omnipotent release. Purely conscious in a field of unity without discrepancy. Balanced and fed by nodal poles, equal and opposite. The indistinguishable nature of unity and cohesion catalyzing an adventure of imaginative expression without bound. Formulaic Thought of simple totality and explosive dimensional construction. The advent of Creation released together in a perfectly random plasmatic body of uniformity seeded with memories of expression morphing into form. Guided by the Original Thought which has already been lost to the amnesiac delivery playing out eternally, cyclically, in the evolution of Expression. The key of memory held in the balance, unchanging throughout the procession of events which result in awakening. Look now, wonder awestruck innocent. The imagination is challenged with choice. The balance, veiled perpetually by the means of expression which enhance or deny. The penultimate personification with it’s most critical choice travels with the potential for ecstasy, bliss, horror, and dread in fractal fields of microcosm and Love. To be loved, to be chosen, to know, wonder, contemplate, create, and be created in unison with a collective or without is the Desire. The reason for this is so Creation will have expression.

The tether to the Original is blind forgotten memory, and it is realized through imagination. Entropic context provides sustainability, and abandon. Evolution provides opportunity. With thought consciousness preceding a delegation to experiment, Eternity’s most precious Dream Subject arrives. The living. The Living, a formulaic being of Divinity with potential and phase. Meant for bliss and pure seed ascension, the eternal dynamic proceeds with the miracle of choice. Here is Creation’s Destiny shot into the void construct of the planned harsh beauty realms and desolate.

Somewhere it was heard to be said,”It had to start somewhere.”