Category: mythology

It must have been roughly 2012 when my good friend Irene and I were standing in her front yard. We were wrapping up a conversation when Irene noticed a jet plane flying overhead. She explained that the white stream behind the plane was an intentional aerosol dispersion, and the government was spraying us. Irene has been one of my best friends. I know her to have an alternative, unconventional, worldview. Irene gets a lot of latitude with me. I appreciate her thoughts and ideas regardless of how far out they seem. Initially the story impressed me as being ridiculously speculative, hyper, and wrong. That said, the information prompted a search. The reports of geoengineering were not difficult to find. The history of weather modification is not disputed, atmospheric engineering geophysical phenomena (like global dimming) was being reported on, and a handful media personalities were explain the geoengineering programming. My worldview changed. Observationally, I started paying a lot more attention to the sky.

All of a sudden the number of planes leaving trails seemed to be every where. There was daily evidence. On some days the number of planes was overwhelming, and the intensity of the jet plane made clouds was staggering. The alert was on. “Look! Look! Look!” I would exclaim. The witness and warning I found myself providing went nowhere. It went nowhere with everybody. The lonely feeling wasn’t too bad because there were people hip to the programming that were reporting on it. That provided solace, but the obsession with watching the sky preoccupied me, and I got pissed. Make no mistake; this was a burning discontent and anger about, what I strongly believed to be, an enormous injustice. There may be people out there somewhere that cared about what looked like a sky crime, but in my immediate world I was alienating myself. …Not good.

Journaling was a the first strategy for diffusing the internal angst brought on by jet plane spraying. It worked well until it didn’t. Eventually the dissatisfaction of not recognizing a deescalation of the geoengineering programming began working me back into conflict. At this point I went into more action. I created flyers, and began distributing them. This activation calmed my senses, although it also began to wear off. In 2016 this blog started. The Synthetic Myth has always been a metaphysical tool used to share a point of view that could be added to the cyber collective, and the overall collective consciousness, as a perceived element of reality . Whatever progressive form our overall awareness, consciousness, and reality becomes will have this in the collection. The sense that this writing, and continued message carrying, is the best I can do right now has helped to bring about a calmness of knowing that this witnessing is working as a part the force for healing and help.

Today things are different. The sense of being alienated, or alone, is gone. Reports are everywhere about the geophysical fallout of climate engineering, aka geoengineering. Sky spray contamination is ubiquitous, identified, measurable, and measured. How can you hold it against people that don’t see it, or believe it’s happening? I was one of those people. At the same time, there are innumerable numbers of people for whom the exposure of geoengineering is a passion. This is some witnessing. It is growing and growing. The trend of increasing numbers of people that are facing up to, and reporting on sky spraying is telltale. We are witnessing an immense social structural collapse. The frequent reports on climate engineering, and its fallout, keep coming. The deniers and defenders of sky spray programming are in, what has to be, a shrinking lot. Grade school kids are routinely aware of the spraying for crying out loud; just ask them. This general awakening is satisfying to witness, however, there is a metaphysic to this story.

Geoengineering is a symptom. Better understanding what it is reported to be has opened up a type of Pandora’s box of worldview. In a vacuum, I would say, that the ability to trust big tech, big corp, big government has been destroyed. My first real alert to the magnitude of this was 911. It turns out that the evidence of nefarious dark forces working on Earth is as old as civilization itself. Let’s face it, dark force is a cosmic reality. It has its expressions. An important issue is how one recognizes it and operates with it. The operations are a matter of choice. The recognition is tricky. There is some witness now to the essential nature of what is taking place in our shared reality bubble. Subjects that are no longer marginalized as being conspiratorial include false flags, vaccines and big Pharma racketeering, criminal warring, rigged finances, hijacked politics, mind control indoctrination, human origin, free energy, flat earth, and on, and on. This is the upside of the obviousness of being part of a populace that is under attack. Now, let’s see how this same populace, or some part of it, can wriggle out of the straight jacket of control that, by almost any account, is tight and getting tighter. Any way it gets sliced, this is something remarkable to witness.

It’s a false flag frenzy. The inexplicable holes in the most sophisticated defense systems ever dreamed of are not anything but intentional. Imperial fortresses like the USA and Israeli have astronomical security surveillance systems. All the planning for violent attacks through these security boundaries is coming from within them. It is beyond obvious. Organized groups hiding in and behind the societal political arms (aka governments) of corporate enterprises are masterminding theatrical attack plans against themselves. The plans are facilitated and executed, the finger is pointed, the blame is laid, and the righteous call for justice is immediately blared in order to initiate retribution before any one with any common senses left can come to them. The immediate political will to unleash a mercilessly hyper violent type of “revenge” is manufactured. Fury has been unleashed again and again. The false flag schema does not always work because the scheme requires that a heavy percentage of the gross population buy the shock, share the outrage, and condemn the enemy, and cry for justice; a justice that today can be just as easily referred to as a genocidal death sentence, The karmic loading of these event processions is staggering. This karmic load has become so insanely heavy that Atlas’s back has been crushed. And as this monumental tragedy of, beyond nightmarish, brutality is being leveled, I find myself actually having an emotional response to a ball game?! A ball game!! There is some evaluating, and re-evaluating to do.

It’s important to get beyond the cliche. The repetition of lines like, “They have a right to defend themselves.”, “They have been fighting generations.”, “All they understand is violence.”, “Peace through superior force.” is pointless unless one consider that this vernacular is the refrain of the doomsday theme song, and it reinforces superficial attitudes about fairness, objectivity, and the trajectory of civility. There is a severe mentality affliction on us of a selfishness contagion that keeps the severity of our eternal everlasting linkage to ourselves, our earth, and our fellow travelers remote, unseen, and seemingly unknown. This is true because there are scenes of unspeakably violent content that come up on the screen, and there is no sustained visceral response. There is more of an intellectual opinion response delivered with some self righteous tone of what other people need to do. It’s a programmed response, and my ego runs with it. There is more.

The overall planning that has established the ground work for the workings of organized war machine operations deserve more scrutiny. it’s one thing to have a disagreement that degenerates to violence, it’s another thing to outrightly dedicate massive resources to the creative development of sophisticated anti personal munitions. The entire mirage surrounding the insistence of the requirement of industrial war making capacity is driving a narrative that infects anyone exposed to it. All the subjects of societies exposed to this military might first culture are infected. That’s a big part as to why I can see an image of a street (that could just as easily be mine) littered with the exploded, bloated, dismembered bodies, turn around, self righteously criticize the war scene, and then get back to the ball game. I’ve been affected by a serious cultural infection.

Whispers keep happening subtly in what might be called the uninfected mind, “Do something.” This writing is part of the effort to do that; to do something outside the programmed response box of predictability. Care for something. Care for someone. Try to do it without keeping a scoresheet of what to get in return. Consider the possibility of not needing immediate gratification. This type of stuff needs no justification, and it earns a reprieve from the ghastly gruesome compartment of reality in which brutality is normalized. The ultra controllers of modern, hyper military, society are covertly attacking themselves, in this barely veiled false flag frenzy that chronically opens the door on the next bombardment of human collateral. These imperial controllers have lost control. This out of control type of unquenchable thirst for more is forcing the progenitors of the military capitalization to reach. Their reaching exposes them. The obviousness of the fraud is our liberation. It has been accessed for now. To heck with the ball game. It sucks knowing that people, places, and things are being gratuitously exploded so insatiable war mongers can go on critically wasting nature’s most wondrous resources, and futilely trying to satisfy blood lust, envy, and hatred. With all the tolerance, courage, and compassion that can be summoned it’s time to turn the corner on this mesmerizing insanity. Whether it’s a random act of kindness, civil disobedience, or resisting the urge to lash out in anger, almost anything is an improvement over the grotesque ultra violence that has progressively become a type of acceptable norm of the modern world.

It’s not just metaphoric to say that all the world is a stage. The theater into which people are born has evolutionarily become an intensely strict combine of agreements which cunningly limit spirit development, dash liberty, and displace freedom with subtle incarceration. The casualties of this developmental limiting are staggering. There is absolutely no value to the relative perception of how big, or small, the theater bubble of our collective residence is or isn’t. It’s a shared realty bubble. Every player is under an influence; millennia old mind domination influences that have definite and distinct scientific effects. This terrestrial stage is set with tools and features of limitation and control which are deliberately imposed, strictly enforced, exploited and abused by hysterically neurotic directors. Directors that routinely show up to order the cast around, brag, bow, and accept self congratulations while perpetuating perverse distorted storylines consistently with idiotically simplistic cliches like, “Defending freedom”, “Demanding justice”, “Peaceful solution”, You’re either with us, or with them.”, “Safe and effective” and on, and on with a solid string dummy down buzz words. If any amount of critical thought is applied to understanding the score this production, as it’s described by the directors, it’s not a reach to conclude that we are dealing with the theater of the absurd. The ludicrous abomination of social order and (dis)function that is promoted as being a logical necessary function of natural evolutionary function is wrong. We are on an enforced timeline that has effectively theatrical scenes in the chronology, of so called “history”. It is designed. There are alternatives outside these theater company constraints. If one really wants a clear view “reality” within REALITY a massive upheaval of the whole world story has to happen, as well as, how it’s told, and how it’s heard.

Intentionally loving communion begins with prayer, hymn, or tone… * Hindu… lead us from unreal to the real;

It’s not easy to catch a moth. If one turns on a light, the moth effectively catches itself. So it is with the influence of madness and fear bait. The key element that makes all the theatrical machinery work is trust. The delicacy and vulnerability of believe is accessed by the portal of trust. With all the precision of fine surgical technique, a mass mind invasion has been executed behind the moniker of authority. In a sense it is impossible to miss, and in an, almost equal and, opposite sense it is nearly perfectly invisible. It’s a systematic scientific plan. It’s been working deliberately for many generations. The spread of the influences of scientific theatrical distraction have genocided the rites of genuine organic culture to the marginal perimeter of peer gathered belief, decimated critical thought, and created serious illness. There may very likely come a point where the theater goer comes to the believe that the show they are involved in is a mess; an incoherent mess. If we’re gonna get through a mess, we’re going to need a guide.

The guidance system is within. It is no wonder that the leaders of our society work so hard to get inside. The now vast sprawling complexes of entertainment, medicine, “law”, defense, government, market, and banking have like a propagandistic domination of most observable things. Take it for what it’s worth; there is a very real place beyond the boundaries of these theater walls. It one person’s view (and maybe more than just one) this is an area of the world worth exploring an expansion into. Embarkation on an expansion will expose guides. When the student is ready, the teacher appears type of stuff. Are we prepared?

There is no way for a neophyte, novice, or someone just coming of age to really understand the intensity of compromise, depravity, stress, and inevitable collapse that comes with supporting a lie. Part of the human condition is to test limits of decision making. Secrecy, however, is the first demand of the commitment to dishonesty. Secrecy and sickness are linked. Like an intensifying haunting, the apparent cool of initial personal gain progresses to trouble. Without the correction of admission, life’s path and spirit states become an intensifying, eventually searing, discombobulation of mind, body, and soul. Every defense of dishonesty and fraud is another lace in the straight jacket of one’s own confinement. It is in a type of blindness do intelligent beings enter the program of deceit. Consorts and conspirators determine to install the best truth cloak they are able, thus perpetuating distorted understanding Wrong is unjust, and those on whom the injustice reigns have their liberty interrupted. Systemic deceit programming furthers the progressive advancement of bullshit narratives, the karmic stakes grow big, and the difficulties are complex. To be caught up in a system of deceit is as important a challenge to face for growing spiritually as can happen. Without question those that work in the service of wrong will eventually find themselves at the gates of hell.

The attractive allure of temptation stresses one’s sense of right and wrong. Personality types not withstanding, progressive wrong doing is devastating. The dark power of exploitation parasitically inhabits various beings. Many of these beings are people. Progressively, an inhabited one will know no such thing as restraint. The inhabited host is now, in part, animated by the guest. The resulting behavior has a range. From white lies, to petty theft, to planned injustice, to mad debauchery, So it is that a takeover be known with greed, incredible lust, and the most breathtaking acts of treachery. The snowball of disaster will gain a type of quantum karmic inertia. The despairing environment, or stage, in/on which the procession of events plays out is the environment in which the actors of the reality play must reside. It’s the world one makes, and we’ve got to live in it. What of the world, however, for the ones that have not bought into the dark force allure? The environment is polluted, yet there are honorable, charitable, honest people in it; not to mention virtually the entire populace of the rest of the animal kingdom. Fate is likely a dynamically morphing determination of a chosen world. Since not everyone is committed to a world leveraged to benefit themselves first, the fate of the world isn’t driven solely by power driving corporate brokers of me first material gain. In spite of the fact that power broker influences are not really seen for what they are, nobody misses them. There are choices to make; important ones.

The ramifications of the movement of wrong burdensome. Over time the burden intensifies for sure. Nature, and the universe are balanced however. Nature’s unyielding and constant equal and opposite balancing properties compensate for all the efforts of injustice. The cosmic balancing force is working perpetually always. So, lopsidedness is an impermanent state of conditions that are just plain out of balance. At the risk of being philosophical, let’s say, “That’s life.” So, for anyone that has tipped over on a bicycle, gotten dizzy, or gone too far one way or the other emotionally or physically, it is not a reach to say that when one has lost their balance they are likely to tip over and fall. The state of one’s being during the fall is a most relevant property. If my life is in large part in agreement with the requirements of complying with the wrong, then I’m at risk of the illnesses in a despairing world. As the walls of treachery and control close in, the stress of reconciling growing fantastical incoherencies of red hot gas lights will become increasingly more difficult to tolerate. Breakdown is inevitable. There will appear to be no way out. Like the toll to cross the River Styx, we are paying dearly for this life of trouble. There is another way.

There is no way to sugar coat this. The persuasion to commit to a system that has been created, cultivated, maintained, and advanced to exploit the resources of the environment in which it resides is very difficult to not buy into, if not cave into. The normalcy of the reliances, and dependencies, of an advanced social system are sure, and there is a maya which disguises that same system brilliantly. That is, until the failure, which is inevitable, and collapse ensue. Eventually the flaws, discrepancies, and wrongness become glaring and obvious. Systemic lie systems have very sticky features. It is very hard/impossible to let go of that which one has come to believe is an essential need for their well being. In spite of the fact that the system is, and has been, attacking all the subjects within it without restraint, a dedication to it will insure that the intensification of dire consequences will continue. There is an out.

Voices of confidence have quizzically, curiously, and interestingly contradicted the long running narration that an organic nature based life can be enhanced, and improved upon with technology. That is the wrong idea. That is it! Technology cannot improve nature, or any natural system. Period. Obviously machinery will be. A healthy relationship with machines is a question. What is it really for? In one persons view, let’s say machinery should not exceed the limit of recreation. Once technology replaces an organic system with an attenuating dependency, look out. Add profiteering to the mix, and hang on. The downstream effects of these elements of truth are devastating. The reconciliation of the karma created with the evolution of the, “improve on nature with tech” plan is its progenitors dream, and the rest of ours nightmare. Yet we, in a very naively distorted way, fuel it. This is the point of departure.

To be fair, detaching from advanced technology is extremely tough, and clearing any small amount of the staggering black karma that has built up by generations of hostile wrong doing, self serving, injustice, and anti life programming is very difficult. It is transcendental. It’s simple. It is way not easy. It actually sucks. Yet once the clearing happens, peace fills in. A very noticeable, and rewarding peace. With all the unmistakable warring, continued injustice, and advanced wrong that absolutely can’t be missed in the most perceptible version of world currently, a real sense of purpose displaces some of the disillusionment with it. Purposefully into the difficulty of clearing bits of the mountainous karmic reality wreckage can be a choice. It feels like a type of civil disobedience, in that perceived harm and wrong doing is not met in kind. It’s the desperation of being fed up with the direction of events that prompts this experiment. In it is found an alternative source of motivating energy. There is a power that brings sustainable life thriving order out of any chaos. It is the power that one is persuaded, by corporate conspirators, to surrender in favor of a cheap techno facsimile. A facsimile we have to pay for! A great cheer it is to know that this life giving power can be claimed, and reclaimed, rather than be given away.

I was sitting yesterday morning by the lake in the southern part of the Adirondacks. It was very calm. A foggy cloud covered the entire lake, and almost totally obscured the profile of the surrounding landscape. The sun had already come up; it lit the fog to a soft bright white hinting the gold of sun. This lake is lifetime familiar to myself, as well as, many members of the community which reside here. The dusty stained surface is calmly undulating with slack random directionless waves. Surface “pollen like” stains are all over the surface. They are rare here. Maybe occasionally the lake surface has a pond like characteristic, but it is rare; very rare as far as I’ve known. Below the surface can be seen something more. There are fine bits of material floating in suspension in the water. From the surface to the bottom and all around is this stuff. I’ve long heard of degrading water qualities in lakes, and other aquatic environments, all over the world. This lake has been noticeably clean, and like consistently pristine looking and smelling. In spite of a consistent community effort to protect this body from invasion, I always wondered about the encroachment of degradation here. Has water quality foulness made it to this lake? With that thought I gander at the morning sky above the fog hanging at ground level. The perverse trademark skywriting trails mark the sky above. A breeze comes up. The fog cloud immediately begins moving. Across the lake in this direction comes the fog cloud, thinning as it moves. The profile of the hills and small mountains come quickly into clear focus. A complete change of scenery has happened. The green late summer landscape is brilliantly clear and shining with the morning sun. Now the broad view of the sky is visible. There is an extensive panorama of white “cloud” lines above. The trails have the appearance of a complete coverage fan. A fan that has veins converging at a point on the horizon. It’s as if all these flights are coming from a variety of spread out places down on this end, and meeting at a common destination up on that end. From my perspective, this is a most gruesome observation. How long will this spraying programming be allowed to be officially denied?

Personally, I am past the anger, although the critical thought and overall concern levels keep rising It is also very impact-fully difficult to come to terms with the first hand witness of, what looks like, environmental degradation. Sitting lakeside pondering these thoughts, the exercise of sky writing is on in full force. Each line in the sky is being traced with another, and another, and another, and… The beginning of a new day.

This is a travel day for me. I’m driving back in the direction of New York City. Those sorties that were happening over the lake are not restricted, they are everywhere. Layer after layer the lines lye. Lying like a ladder, with the rungs getting closer together, like finer teeth on a comb, in the direction of the city. Thanks to the concentrated coverup of the elements in the atmosphere, and how they get there, one would have no way of knowing what that stuff is. Except perhaps for symptoms that are noticeable. Among innumerable possibilities, right now there’s an undeniable foreign particulate permeating clean water and the COVID din is happening again. A New York Times headline reads, “Why Are So Many Players Getting Sick at the U.S. Open?” Fear pornography is the propagandists preeminent weapon, and high profile targets are going to stay in the cross hairs. The question is sustainability. The guess is here that the entire “control the globe with technology” plan and strategy is going to crack. Nature will not indefinitely support the methods, and the inhabitants of the land under attack will not indefinitely support the story. These elements are definite.

Dutch rushed to make the train. He caught the wrong one. Exhausted, he quickly fell asleep with his train pass on his chest. A dream ensued. After some time the train approached a station that was under construction. A jack hammer filled the air with a sharp, deep, pounding racket. This would become the destination and the end of the, now random trip. The stop coincidentally corresponded with the climax of the dream. Startled awake by a mountain avalanche derailing the train, Dutch exited the train excitedly unaware. He drearily hustled. He came to on the platform. Scanning the area, he briefly wondered how the derailed train had been returned to the tracks, and where was all the avalanche debris!? Gradually his thoughts cobbled back into particular coherence. “I was dreaming. Where am I?”

So much for the world I think I’m in. There are so many information influences, and trickle down sources, that the accuracy of the first hand perception and understanding is at best up for grads; at worst totally distorted. Discernment is so difficult right now that on a certain level of material awareness it is wise, in my view, to abandon ship. With all these different sources vying for attention, and pressing their points of view, I’m left perpetually wondering; Where do psychological operations end and reliable information begin? How important is it to stay up to speed with current events? What is the true state of the observable world? What’s not being told? These questions, and more, are entry points into an evaluation which may very well serve to provide a critical alteration of worldview, as well as, an internal world awakening. Not unlike Dutch, one may be startled awake. Hell knows that the alarms of events are plenty startling. If one can stop long enough for what’s left of our naturally provided intuition and senses to kick in, there’s a chance that a light of reason cracks through. The old world becomes new.

The informational overlays that blanket us have been numbing. Choices have butterfly effects. The reality streams of each choice comprise an infinity array of expression and form. Sacred mandalas, randomness, and archetypical constructs, of eternal wonder ebb and flow with an eternally dynamic movement. Truly awesome is the majesty of consciousness. In free space the development and diversity of expression is stunningly rich. Patterns of form, however, can develop. There are intelligences that are hip to this patterning. Thought, and parts of the consciousness of the thinker, can be directed. The directing and streamlining of reality streams has been masterminded by monopolistic charlatans of self service. There is such a thing as refined self service; parasitism. The idea that a parasitic class has had a powerful influence on the perceived world, and how the world is perceived is not a pleasant idea. There are, for lack of a better way to describe them, characteristics of healthy and unhealthy circumstances, environments, and things. We’ve been taught critical lessons about what responsible civic and social agreements are supposed to be. The root source of those motivated to mold civilization, and culture, should be moved into the spotlight of objective inquiry. While the jury is out, the traditional social agreement is on hold.

If not agreeing with the now overwhelming body of conspiratorial stories and events means that one is on the outside, so be it. Without any dispute, or insistence that others change their mind I’ve changed mine. I no longer agree with the traditional source of truth about where we find ourselves, or how we got here. Thoughts and understandings all have a unique quality. Each splinter of consciousness manifest in a being has a point of view. For all the uniformity, there is nuance. Each being’s viewpoint is a thread in the braid of reality. The whole-ism of the the braid is the metaphysic in which we exist and are. The micro/macro braid we’ve been traditionally encouraged to believe in, trust, and agree with is off the rails. The un-sustainability of the event stream that is delineated on the calendar 2023 is beyond obvious. The primary bench mark of evaluation being used here is the routine reporting of hyper violence and attack. The intentionality of these attacks is driving a very serious event procession. This event stream cannot be trusted to break into liberation, justice, and peace. One will have to break with it, and make a new agreement, minus the menace, in order to experience a different destiny. A destiny, perhaps, with a corollary environment that, by the Grace of God, is less less less hostile.

There is an intentional effort being routinely made to stress the world, and everything on it. Multi-various are the means that the power brokers of our attention field use to pollute, disrupt, and damage the environment in which we largely reside. A far out vulnerability is enhanced by lingering elements of misplaced trust, apathy, and naivety. We’re bugged and so is our home. The “smart” device, “smart” home, “smart” city, “smart” anything is a cryptic term for weaponized. So when we get burned, one can bet that there is a setup. It’s a setup.

Perfect storm elements of flash dry, flash fan, flash ignition, flash fire have again driven coastal residents right into the sea. Unprecedented once. Now it’s happened at least twice. These are battles in an overall attack. Attacked by an attacker with a hubris level that is stratospheric. A hubris only rivaled by the boldness of the attack exercises. It figures that this bold “I can do whatever I want” attitude and arrogance will be the main ingredients of the collective wake up that diffuses the powers of exploitation and abuse. To be fair, it is surprising that the bomb squad of good will, compassion, and reason hasn’t disabled more of this weaponry already. There’s a reason for everything for sure, however, liberation is surely welcome anytime now. There is no way the perpetrators of this intensely harmful programming are going to turn it off on their own. Hence expressing this point of view.

There is a contrast to mania, disturbance, toxicity, and war. It starts inside the individual. The antidote to ill contrasts the mania with an acknowledgment that problems have an intrinsic solution. Accessing the solution requires breaking through the denial about the problem. The effort to blame away the source of trouble on one, or another, villain is lost. The source of all trouble is within. Evil won’t have its way once beings with a heart find theirs. In the enduring words of Robert Hunter, “There are things you can replace / And others you cannot / The time has come to weigh those things / This space is gettin’ hot / You know this space is gettin’ hot”

The feature of the human curiosity for the bizarre transcends any and all differences between us. There is a consistent intrigue which belies our intelligence, refinement, and modesty. It’s humbling to think that the potentially perverse exploitation of the freak is a part of what is widely accepted as entertainment. History, however, says that this voyeuristic curiosity is as sure as is the reluctance to admit that separating others out for their peculiarity is somehow cool. So it is that the curious are routinely vulnerable to the suggestion of looking behind the curtain at the spectacle of the strange, unusual, unbelievable, and unnatural. The spectacle of sideshow freaks right now well describes the public face of political leadership peoples and institutions, as well as, those that choose to apologize for them. On one hand, there is a daily feed of salacious “news” to satisfy the voyeur within, on the other hand it seems wise to view it with a grain of salt. Beware emotion committed to today’s broadcast sideshow.

In the modern world of 2023, we find ourselves in what seems to be a live version of a drama driven theater event all about us, all the time. Thanks to a fantastical propaganda complex masquerading as news media outlets, the daily current events feed looks as much like lunatic fiction as it does legitimate journalism. Yet the dedication to the use of media as a propaganda tool keeps intensifying. As a result, the freakish nature of the ambassadors of the prevailing narratives keeps showing with greater and greater clarity. Some of these journalism program hosts are one gaslight away from reporting that the sun rises at dusk and sets at dawn. It is really laughable. The tables, however, have turned. Authentic journalism is independent, and behind the screen. The once trusted news sources, which are up front, have evolved into this bizarre, make it up as you go, group of unconscious puppet like ideologues that have this tone of authority in their voice that now sounds positively ridiculous. If these “news” reporting nincompoops have a rival for lack of credibility it would be some of the political and corporate leaders they are reporting on. The buffoon parade is being led by Earth’s preeminent puppets. The ultimate watch with one eye, if you dare, sideshow characters are the presidents of the United States of America. This ultra high profile position, appointed by high corporate finance captains, is manned by society’s most spectacular specimens of outrageousness. The commentary ranges from bombastic boast to gibberish levels of incoherency. One leader of the “free world” actually had an administrative highlight as he apparently played a version of dodgeball while happily ducking shoes in a Iraqi press room. It all makes the record books for babbling failure. As has been noted before, if it were not for the seriousness of the harm being whipped on peoples and ecologies worldwide, this sideshow could be regarded as an all time, world class comedy.

Because freak shows, car crashes, and other bizarro phenomena are hard to not watch, it is now of paramount importance to compartmentalize all “breaking news” and official dictums into some healthy cordoned off place that is reserved for the most phenomenally absurd. These official sources are their own grain of salt. The front people for the corporate institutions of control either volunteered to, or been suckered into performing in this cosmic level, “Who could ever believe?” sideshow. Each of these sideshow freaks have their own destiny to reconcile. Perhaps there is some compassion that can be offered them as they face whatever judgement they have coming. I for one would not want to be standing in the shoes of any of our modern world puppets or puppeteers. Once the voyeuristic curiosity is satisfied by peaking into the propaganda driven modern world sideshow, it should be possible to get back to the midway of the carnival of life, and set a course for somewhere other than where these anomalous social characters have so far delivered us.

This blog site evolved out of a journal. The journal was necessary to prevent anger about the pollution clouds behind jet planes from firing out in all directions. By writing down the thoughts, feelings, and observations about geoengineering, it was possible to continue on in daily life with a modicum of civility and calm. The obsession with sky spraying did not have to manifest as an ongoing rant. Meaningful relationships of all varieties did not have to suffer from a near constant Chicken Little warning and complaint. Each day’s aerial observations would get journaled into a log. The number of days that no spraying was happening were scant. Alarms persistently were going off in the mind, “DO SOMETHING!!”

The early activist efforts were very low tech. The composition of an information message was hand written on pieces of loose leaf paper. Each piece was triple-folded and left in random spots all over. From gas pump to grocery store, restaurants, lumber yards, transfer stations, playgrounds, bus stops… All over. There wasn’t any need for the satisfaction of seeing results of this, however, there was a very real satisfaction in knowing that this passionate message was spreading. The next incremental step was the step into technology. A flyer was chosen from the activist suggestion section on the geoengineeringwatch.org website. A printable flyer could be downloaded for free, and it resulted in a box full of hundreds of pieces. The local area was littered with these flyers. Some of them got handed directly to people who had questions and concerns of their own. All the while, the sky above is raging daily with planes leaving vast amounts of pollution in what often appeared to be a massive and ominous sky writing campaign. Again the mind shout was happening, “DO SOMETHING!!”

The syntheticmyth.org is an amalgam. It is meant to refer to civilization’s and culture’s collective story. It’s the big picture stuff that is built with individual stories from traditions galore. It is referring to the metaphysic of planetary conditions and development as the planets’ inhabitants make their impact. Any and all mythological stories that clarifies cultural reference points are more than welcome. It is a combined tale. Like the Hopi Indian apocalypse prophecy, -toward the end of the world, Spider Woman will come back… Everywhere we will see her web.-

The synthetic myth is an offering. The offering goes any place that it may help in appropriately raising awareness. If the matters are of no concern, or unwelcome, so be it. That said, the recent haze that has enveloped our air has raised the bar again, “DO SOMETHING!!”

Atmospheric spraying is part of a systemic control system that has a long chronology. The sky spraying happening in the modern world of today is a continuation of control efforts that are generations old. The noticeable “cobweb” in the sky features in the past two decades are part of geoengineering programs that have been increasing in intensity. The agents, and agencies, that are deploying the programs must be of the psycho-science variety because the entirety of the “at scale” programming is officially denied. That, in my view, makes the whole topic, officially, a cosmic level joke. The fallout, however, is no laughing matter. So, while the generators of the atmospheric tampering programs do their level best to marginalize any exposé of now full throttle geoengineering programs (which by the way, the experts of go out of their way to define and describe in thorough detail), the observable features of the geoengineering become more, and more, and more obvious. The wake up is now out of the margin. The present mass scale smoke screen enveloping big sections of continents is a sad, and obvious, strategy meant to obfuscate facts about geoengineering. Literally hide atmospheric intervantion elements in plumes of plausible denial smoke. God only knows what the karmic weight of intentionally preparing earth’s forests for incineration, intentionally lighting them, then reinforcing normalcy biased about forest fires while a mass scale choke out happens. That karmic weight has to be off the chart heavy!

The commitment of the industrial captains to continue to double, triple, quadruple… down on their geoengineering programs not withstanding, the smoke and mirror plans are shattering and blowing away. The minute that this most recent wave of haze began moving in the United States, questions immediately began being asked about the true source of the smoke. The same questions were asked here. A month ago it was easy to track the pollution from a Canadian wildfire. This time the plume appeared to be coming from a central location that would’ve had to coincide with major cities, and/or The Great Lakes being on fire. Obviously the denial of geoengineering has become farcical. Ironically the proverbial smoke screen of confusion and distraction is lifting just as a most terrible literal smoke screens are settling in. We have collectively made it to a most remarkable place. It is heart wrenching to think how desperately toxic the environment can be, and also refreshing to know that in spite of the haze, the view could be so clear.

The world that we work to make is the world that we will inherit. The engineers that are working overtime to manipulate the earth’s energetic systems are working intentionally engineering means to steal planet Earth’s resources for themselves. There is some seriously tough karma created with the mass degradation these engineering experiments are responsible for. The kleptocratic monopolists that have long angled for domination are closing in on a finished product. Behind the lines of each new war ordinance detonation, radioactive waste dump, and forest burn down is a hulking mass of inhospitable sterility. This resource rich world is what these war mongering monopolistic kleptocrats want; the byproduct of the terror storm being used to take it is what your left with. Guess what? This isn’t the only state, or form, of the world that there is. It’s surprising that the devilish corporate oligarchs, that are clearly animated by evil, don’t realize the futility of the take over quest, but apparently they don’t. The world we make is the world that we will inherit. There is another option. Multiple options actually.

As deprived as we are about nature’s capacities for provision, and humanity’s capacities for growth are, we still aren’t as full of gluttony, selfishness, hatred, ignorance, and fear as would be required to run a planet down. Look around. Watch yourself. Right action is happening. There are any number of people that operate daily from the do no harm place. There is love being shared in homes, towns, and precincts all over. This creates a world reality too. For crying out loud, the puppet masters that push the narration that all the world is a problem waiting to happen are just scintilla of the whole. Corporate captains may have grabbed the broadcast mic, and screamed, “Fear thy neighbor! Fear the sicknesses! Fear the insects! Fear the extra terrestrial. Fear the…”, but who are these fear pornographer puppet masters anyway!? They’re not anybody I know. We the people have unknowingly done some of the corporation’s bidding, but one will never know any of these scam artist string pullers in person. They’re too scared themselves to actually face any one of us. They’re in the guarded constancy of, what might be perceived, a privileged luxury and material fortune. This is the precursor to the disaster they are actively creating. Meanwhile the rest of us are largely coping with the fallout of technological “progress’ and sharing good will in a variety of forms without even really trying. Even the most screwed up and selfish among us don’t go out of our way to commit acts of harm, terrorism, or wide scale wrong. We’re literally in separate worlds. The separation at hand is literal, and actual; not virtual. Once the recognition kicks in that life is not what any president, talking head, of corporate boss says it is, and critical thought kicks in, things change.

So, what world do I really want? One doesn’t have to look any further than the latest news cast to see what our current shared reality is characterized by. There is heightened sensitivity about every subject imaginable. From ethnicity, to gender, to class, to politics, to sex, to guns, to germs, to nation, to the environment, to space, to economics, to GMOs, to medicine, to history, to mental health, to justice, and even to matters of taste the bounds of offense, threat, confusion, and concern know no limit. That’s what is consistently reported on about our modern world. It is being driven by corporate interests; period. Conversely, there is the juxtaposition of terms when it comes to actual first hand experience. Whenever you look around, you see a wide variety of expressions. Some expressions are down right peaceful. It is undeniable. How is this possible in a world of stress? Good question. Like the saying goes, “If you can keep your head when those about you are losing theirs, you clearly don’t understand the situation. There is a sort of bliss associated with not being too hung up on current events of the modern world. We can make choices that are alternative to what the established modern media suggests we should. A commitment to right action, pays off in a right feeling. With enough right action, the integrity of the feeling, the okay-ness of the world, and one’s place in it, becomes firm. Come what may, our world, the view of it, and the experience in it becomes solid, sturdy, steady, and orderly.

The parasitic kleptocrats that have had their way in steering popular thinking for millennia. Just because the prevailing idea about sentience is trashed and the formidable nature of collective consciousness is lost, doesn’t mean that the quantum impacts of these co-creative elements are not eternally in play. There’s a big difference in worlds that are driven by interests of service to self and service to others. They are in fact worlds apart. So, does the day get characterized by give and take, or take and waste? It would be great to think that right now this can be distinguished. What’ll it be?