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With generations of secretly calculated, planned, and executed worldwide imperialist operations of subterfuge, deceit, hyper violence, and war now burdening the purveyors of these self same monopoly agendas, you can see the circle is tightening around the mayhem progenitors themselves. After corporately false flagging themselves to the top of the material aspect of the societal totem, the captains of the dominant industrial complexes are cracking in panic. The appearance of this is clear in the explosive bonanza of chaos events, and the coordinated paranoid finger pointing associated with them. Fascist fat cats, with disdain for any challenge to their self claimed authority, continue to license further kleptomania operations. Majority populations have traditionally toed the line, and complied without providing critical resistance. Now, however, we are. To simply ask questions is to exercise a power that neurotically freaks out societal leadership. We’re talking about some heavy weight cowards. Thus there’s a progressively closing circle getting tight on the “leadership”. The geography doesn’t lie.

Frame the enemy to justify retaliatory response. This classic control strategy for the imperialist, the monopolist, the capitalist, the kleptocrat has run it’s course, nearly completely. It is, right now, sputtering, and running out of gas. The circle of “business” enterprise was, and remained for a long time, as big as the world; the world plus!! Systematic long term exploitation of earth’s resources has generated intense karma, and now big time suspicion, mistrust, and courage to face the source of the present undeniably terminal nature of our collective ill. It’s gotten this serious, and the critical mass of awakening has switched on. That mass is affecting a paradigm switch; by switching from service to self to service to others. It’s power can’t be false flagged off, nor redirected to do further harm. The parasites, that have long efforted to control the world, not just know that their impotency is rising, they are feeling the pinch.

While the residuals of attacks linger like fallout around the world, the ranks of the militarized strong-arm is closing. Add this up…Practice blaming, attacking, and accusing any and all entities which “seem” to stand in the way of material gain… Build up “apparent” strength that is gained through conquest of people’s and resources… Dupe history’s narrative with tainted self righteousness, and then proceed to abuse the favor by overrunning decency, honor, and liberty to a degree that even the most prolific super computer could not compute… And guess what!?!? Big time karmic back blow!!! It’s inescapable, and the spirit piper of this monumental disfavor will be paid. For any of us that participate in, or consent to, willfully doing harm, there is no defense from the monster that will eat us from the inside out. The string pullers of our worldwide society are running out of rope. They know it, and it shows . It shows in the demonstration of armed protection around the traditionally symbolic seat of planetary power. Each era of class domination has written a chapter demonizing one savage breed to the next, one enemy of the state to the next, one terrorist group to the next until the only last thing to do is to actually blame EVERYBODY! We’ve basically all been framed for the crime of not choosing to destroy our host planet with requisite gusto. No one really has to defend themselves from a crime they did not commit, and liars don’t really need to be forcibly overthrown. The internal turmoil is the prison of one’s own device, and the rope that’s been taken is way more than enough for a hanging. You want your control so bad??? Take it. It’s on obvious display right now that our social controllers feel compelled to barricade themselves in. Can’t see how they don’t realize how obvious the crimes are, and that they are locking themselves in with their own worst enemy. Oh well.

Lines, colors, objectives, and cries are fading. The whole scene is becoming faint. Ordinary operation of daily affairs has it’s familiarity. Familiarity has it’s residues in incompletion. Pass the same things enough times and the scenery is so common that the details have relatively low importance. The attention is turned more toward the direction than the place. Stop and look around? Stop and observe?

Recently it has seemed like a good idea to make a deliberate effort to slow down. Slow, slow, slow, slower, stop. Stopping. Observing. Most everything seems so known, so ordinary. There’s that in it’s place. Those are, more or less, always just like that. The chatter and hum is equal to the hour. This is basically as it could be expected to be. The weather is, and the commentary follows. The news of the world breaks to the relative delight of the interested. Commonly has developed among the humans a skitter scatter pace of each own’s kind of race. There’s a trumpet in the media pipe that becomes audible by many anthro-means… Problem! Problem! Problem! Be safe while you deal with the problem! There is a clarity here; a distinction. Without interrupting…. Pause.

Can there be a greater disparity of terms? In the inverto reality of our modern world, the working definitions of dialogue and conversation are up for grabs. A riot squad of (dis)contents demonstrate in the mass media theater for the re-enforcement of the pandemonium message and authoritarian outrage. Contradictions of terms are running out of the media pores like sweat off a grave digger in the sun. The self same ambassadors of hyper violence point the finger at people throwing chairs with condemnation. Forgotten,and overlooked, are the phosphorous bombs, the burnt skin, the depleted uranium, and the friendly fire trauma that has all been authorized by the war whores that reside in their security chamber until they are cued to go hide in a drama pause. There’s not one responsible leader in the entire doggon impasse. Not one leader of any variety. On the one hand we have a group of primarily protected sycophants that run their mouths with commandeered, fraud, authority, and on the other hand we have civilians that are forced to go through their daily life without knowing which sickness laden fire bomb is going to randomly explode in their neighborhood, or which birth is next to be defected by the radio munition that has contaminated everything after broadcast discharge. To the perpetrators of the current divide at all cost narration, of so called news, thanks for comparative obviousness of ill. This isn’t apples and oranges. It’s the radical departure of standing under a shower, or under Niagra Falls. We’re comparing apples to freakin orangutans, and it’s obvious.

Who’s to say? When it comes to throwing their weight around, and impressing it’s interest on others, international corporations have no contemporary rivals. By hijacking governmental bodies the corporate influence runs socially deep. The main hijack prize is the USA. It has become a preeminent imperialist enforcement tool. The resource gold mine that the continent is, combined with the calculated social science misguidance of the peoples has mobilized a munition rich mercenary force for empire. It has a flaw. It had to manipulate it’s work force into believing that it’s nationalist cause was legitimate, sound, and right. Illegitimacy impregnates the foundations of the imperialist structure with rudimental fissures. Staggering it is, crumbling down the scales of promise; forsaken for the sick psychotic greed of insatiable parasitic lust. Not only can a house divided not stand, neither can this.

The city of Arali has to be evacuated. It’s the largest evacuation in history. The order has been prompted by a China Syndrome event many layers above the city. Officially this was not supposed to be a serious threat. All the assurance of the past several months, however, has evaporated. An emergency alert has been issued. Experts now say that the situation is much worse than they thought. This is not a potential, or pending crisis; it’s an active one.. While most evacuation notices are usually met with a high degree of skepticism, there are not many skeptical now. The memory of the city of Or, it’s wicked contamination, and complete annihilation by the Fukushima meltdown has never been forgotten. More than half a million people perished as result of that Daiichi event; about two thirds of the total population. Reports at that time diminished the severity of the damage and threat. Now it seems as though the same events are unfolding here. It would seem that we have reached the point at which we might re-think trusting officials to responsibly, and faithfully, provide information of real value and worth. The luxury of this reconsideration may be afforded one day. The highest priority now is to to try to reach the radiation free perimeter of the rapidly approaching nuclear fuel core from above. So much for the safety retreat of the underground city.

It’s not personal. There are so many decent, respectful, dignified, well meaning people that look at the cinema screen of the modern world report, and trust the validity, as admittedly confusing as it is, of it’s messengers and message. In spite of the, FRAUD!! We’re being lied to, urgency of the hour that I feel, it feels equally as important to be an active bystander, observing the phenomena of life as objectively as possible. At once, upon absorbing, what sounds like, the regurgitated conventional narrative, from whomever may be speaking it, allow it to ground. Let the actual ground diffuse the potency of information, and transform the elements of ill into something better, and amplify the elements of okay to a higher state. It has become abundantly clear, to me anyway, that direct dispute of anyone’s point of view right now, is an unproductive challenge. It seems real clear that the perpetuation of the notion that everything is under omnipresent threat has a lot of us digging in our heels in order to defend ourselves, and maybe more importantly, our point of view. As important as it may be to relax and take it easy during interactions, that’s a nice challenge right now. However, there’s a terrific upside…

It just fell out of fashion. Being in lockstep with the parroted call for social compliance has lost it’s flavor. It took no time for the post perennial pride to evaporate and dissolve once the fragrance of free thinking began filling the senses with fulfillment. There just are no satisfactions of the modern world that weigh in with piercing wonder of authentic sublime reality. The rendezvous with truth emanated out of the spastic wandering of lost initiative and cause. The common message of plain virtual worship had fallen flat, and there stood the savage of the real. The spontaneous grip of attraction took over without cause. All motion was set into a preeminent memorial gear of incubated DNA. DNA switched on by a signal from the remote. The on switch is presently eternal, defying prediction and prevention. The ensuing plasma swirl is manifest as the one being of all, and all one being. So much for now withholding the unfolding of life in abundance, for the former conventions of the modern world have fallen precipitously out of fashion.

There’s a bubble… There’s another. Someone must be blowing bubbles! Yes, they are more concentrated over here, and, as usual, there’s a couple kids following them. It’s a delight to chase, wave, blow, pop, or assist bubbles along their way. The imagination may rivet with the experience, and you can skip right into the field of lightly floating random impermanence. This one’s quivering. This one is small. That one’s tiny. Hey?! That one’s huge!! Bubbles cast on a light breeze stream; moving suddenly, gently, and chaotically on currents, or haunt hoveringly adrift in the still. Pause with one individual, and it’s characteristic shine. A light quivering amoeba of bubble quickly morphing into an elastic sphere. The bubble body lifted along on the invisible. It shines like a convex transparency mirror. The reflection of the world about the bubble is distorted clearly; make of it what you can… beauty. The interior atmosphere of the floating vessel is remotely separated from the one surrounding it. What’s in there is it’s own. Now this one bubble has been here awhile. It’s hardly noticeable that it’s boundary is a thinning film. It’s gone! This one did not go by popping, and the little splash of residual splash; it simply vanished. So…

Flexibly dreaming, the thoughts of the mind reside in a neuro-enviro-atmospere. Bubbling thoughts of belief shimmer their truth. Reality bubbles for each, and their own. With the enforcement, and reinforcement of what is and isn’t the beliefs are channeled into conformity or nurtured for freedom. How important is this? How long can it last?

After paying my first visit to the cancer center to support someone recently diagnosed, I came away thinking, “Man?! That’s more than I thought. Way more than I thought!” While there’s really no way to be, at all, engaged in today’s world, and not be aware that cancer is common, this is something else. Cancer reality did not seem that real, until it did. Not just for the impact on the life of a person, but for the compound impacts on all these people’s lives. The profound compound impact that shows in the multifarious forms of decaying countenance and posture with the parade of patients arriving for their appointments. How many lives are interrupted here? There’s an incalculable butterfly effect to each persons heritage and case. The heart of destiny, design, and fate are being challenged as the direction of each life path is railroaded by circumstances, and the modern medical response. “What choice do I have? I’ve got this, and now I take the prescribed treatment: that’s it.” The emphatic tone of this statement reinforces the, now sure, sturdy skepticism of how open minded we are, modern technologies of all forms, and who to trust. There’s a call to advocate, humbly advocate, for questions of the formerly unquestionable.

Compassion. Compassion. Compassion pressure is building up in the body, mind, and (likely as always) soul. It’s surging, spilling over into thought, word, and deed. The witness of sickness, protracted sickness, endurance, and death at the current rates and levels, all over the place, is overriding the “me first” objective. But for the Grace of God, an illness anywhere, is an illness everywhere. Retribution, condemnation, self righteousness, and self justification have run their course. Turn the focus onto root reality, as best as possible. It’s abundantly clear, at least to me now, that fighting fire with fire has terrible side effects, and no downstream sustainability. The internal call to good will is pressure in the quantum pressure cell of wholistic dynamics. Leak, spill, pour out the good will. Be the leak, join the spill, and if it is to be, bust out in a flooding, pouring wave of good will saturating the abundantly parched ground of our existence. Who knows if our collective pride in, and commitment to, our traditional paradigm will breakdown. When I broke it began to look like our actual needs are much more, and less, of what society’s evolved design says they are. There’s like a need to reach need. Self awareness preceding environmental awareness, and compassion was being denied. The cosmic disturbance of the help paradigm, not only defies prediction, and thus AI’s algorithm, it unlocks a miracle wave of healing that requires nothing more than a channel. Love flows. Flowing so much that there’s an atmosphere of beneficent assistance in which individual needs get met mutually. Come to find out, there’s a lot of help available! by and large, we’ve seen enough, way more than enough, injustice, sickness, and suffering. Will a change of heart/mind happen? In whom, and when?

The first breath apogee, spontaneously arriving with gags and gasps. Breath, smoothing urgently relaxed, transitions from the amnionic to the gaseous fluid. Nearly immediately consciousness is lost in the forgotten present of always and integrally automatic. Like a metronome bellows rhythmically swelling, absorbing the molecular gas mass in which the animal swims. Each cardiovascular miracle enterprise proceeds joining inner and outer atmospheres with a contingency. Fate, a furrow, finds passive arrival expectations. What do you have to breathe? I want to wander the landscapes of fine fine promise. Enduring the collapse of birthright innocence. I do believe I may be choking!

Core outbreak peak disease symptoms rage and rise under the fire horizon. Each scale of mercy rains down it’s own mystery. Like what made the blue heaven? What of the wandering, so called cloud, drapery? Sunlight shining through disfigured prisms of alkaloid metal shades of dispersed nano chaff. Suspicion’s mind opens to what the eyes see only in the fractured disaster of metallic tinting to a passing cloud’s transparency, but not in the incendiary breathable dope dust that is prevailing, descending, and surrounding us everywhere. There is no more glossing over the permanency of the atmospheric contamination status. I want to exhale toxins, not inhale them.

Life’s choices forever abound; or do they? After having spent all this time being herded into a belief coral of complacency and conformity, honest evaluation of basic life needs is in jeopardy. An ultra-fundamental basic is that the air is safe to breath. The terms of this discourse are barely describable or discussable. The mind, nor temperament can tolerate the topic of the unthinkable…. the unbreathable. Now the jet plane plumes, the fallout clouds, and the total mistrust of any “official” assurance of safe/unsafe levels of anything combine to motivate the creature me to reinvent myself. With each breath distancing from the first one, each inhalation, which the whole life process depends, extends closer to the last one. Wether the termination of this incarnation come sudden or slow, it feels mad important to make them count in the good of transformation from the increasingly toxic to the progressively pure. The sacrifice will pale in the light of the penalty for not exercising the effort to harken a most basic, and fundamental, shift. Shift from the inorganic to the natural. Resume, restore, and aspirate what evolution had manifested as a breathable atmosphere pillowing Mother Earth. Depart the miasmic, and draining, technologic world for the ebullient natural one. There is no doubt that the transgressing “progress”of the modern world has lost any form of credibility, and the re-evaluted personal contract with Creation is the code. To the modern world, “Thanks for the lesson on what to do if I want suffocation and disease.” Now, mindfully aware that the term of choice and chance is limited, and who knows how short, I’ll be thankful for that of the air which still supports life, return it with favor, and keep it happening until the last breath.