Author: jplivz@yahoo.com

Is there anywhere in particular that you would like to go? Greece, Istanbul, Prague, Egypt, Peru, Moscow, Tokyo, Buenos Aires, Paris, Costa Rica, or maybe somewhere remote? Wherever it may be, you can plan a travel, embark on it, and head to the destination you choose. Historical travels around the world are romantic and enchanting. The journeys of Erikkson, the ancient island hoppers of Oceania, Hudson, Roald Amundsen, and Lewis and Clark, right down to you and me going to the beach for the weekend. All trips are their own adventure. All the encounters and happenings along the way make up each own’s Odyssey. There are geographical destinations and there are destinations in time. We follow time paths too. In fact, there are paths of time and space that we are on now, always have been, and only have the most bare understanding of. While it’s easier to wrap the mind around ideas of being in a certain place, at a certain time, or planning a trip to LA in December then it is to inhabit time like we inhabit our neighborhood, it doesn’t mean we can’t. It may be impossible to grasp the illusion we call time, but it doesn’t mean we don’t.

Where would you like to go? What destination would you like to reach? Time destinations have qualities and characteristics like geographical destinations do. Time journeys have us passing through a time-scape of events, just like the landscapes of the geography journey. We’re going to be going through some stuff, but where are we going? Let’s choose the nature of the space we would like to reach, and make that the goal. How about choosing a place that’s free of coordinated injustice and hostility? How about a place devoid of fear mongering? How about a place of spontaneous liberty? What about a place of reinforced freedom? How about a place of some real harmonious unity? Herein lies the determination. Herein lies the belief and the dream. In a sense this could be referred to as a future. The present we reside in now is a future to a preceding ambition; a preceding choice. It’s a future of a dream and goal that is a time destination that we’re constantly arriving in, and are going through. We’re on a time path, a timeline, of some real determination. It’s unlikely that this reality is ever considered seriously, or understood. There’s a reason for this. The dreamers, and choosers, that have chosen this present future have duped many into believing in their dream. It’s a dream come true in the terms of a destination in time. How satisfying is this!?

Mind blowing and mind blown. Let it go. Let the event procession on the timeline we’re on go. Someone else has this in mind, and they surely have their reasons. Currently it would seem like some mighty selfish reasons to me. The future now has a big component of “a lot for a few at the expense of a lot for the many.” Bust the paradigm. There is a time destination the is inverse to this. It has a path. The path is accessible. It’s not impossible to grasp, or get on. Immediately after getting on a different path, things get different. It’s not fair to say, “Anywhere but here and now.”, but I will say, “Somewhere but here and now.” Where would you really like to go?

Recently a couple people were discussing the details of the riotous event in Washington DC on January 6, 2021. The emotionally polarizing details regarding the artifacts and events of that day are still charged up. The point that isn’t part of the discourse, however, is the shadowy one that doesn’t make the mainstream. The storming of the capitol was a staged theatrical event that the media and government could claim as legitimate evidence of an organization activated to forcibly interfere with government function. This false flag lacks the sophistication of good planning. The scenes are unmistakably scripted. Security people literally step aside as if they’re ready to hold the door for the “invaders’ to head in. There’s no real life threatening violence minus the attack on Ashley Babbit, who is assassinated by a gunman that had clearly singled her out of a crowd. There is also a glaring shortcoming of this sloppily planned inside job. There’s no identified head villain. Where’s the Osama bin Laden, Tim McVeigh, Lee Harvey Oswald, Stephen Paddock, etc. etc??? The organizers of this most recent mind control theater operation don’t even bother to complete the basic elements of the script. To lazily lay it on someone speaking earlier in the day is as weak as laying off the 2012 siege of the embassy in Benghazi on a Nakoula Basseley Nakoula film. We, the general public, are treated as, believe anything we’re told fools. The flagrancy of the foul disregard for legitimacy of the social narration we are being fed will continue to serve as a wake up call. When the waking up reaches critical mass, the agents that continuously endeavor to gain unjust control will only have themselves to thank for totally losing control. This January 6th story is another case, and a big case, of being sloppy; mad sloppy.

Powerful ruling elite…. Gimme a break! How about psychotic parasitic albatross, or cosmic leach!? The massively self serving, self imposed, leaders of society are a titanic ball and chain around the ankles of the soul groups of people that have been herded into a vast sick sad morass of deception. It’s deceit built on broken rules of honor, sovereignty, and free will. Every bit of the direction sourced from the monopolistic, kleptocratic hoarders of earth’s resources, the so called elite, is meant to influence and infect the perception, cognition, and beliefs of the people of earth. With every next utterance we reach further and further into an inversion. An inversion of what is and what is ok. This inference that a superior class has some command and status that can’t be challenged is a contrived, emphasized, and reinforced custom used as a rudiment of misunderstanding. It’s a basic layer of many layers of deep seated belief drivers supporting our subservience identity that has us stuck in the cross hairs of exploitation. It’s time, if not past time, to flip the script. From here on in, every time I hear or think ruling elite, I’m replacing it with the over-reaching misanthropes.

The influence of language and terminology can’t be overstated in terms of their effects on the context of our lives, consciousness, collective consciousness; and shared reality. So this agency of people that has manipulated the structure of society in the way that puts them in charge and on top has long duped the common mass of man into believing in the fallacy of class. With all the honest effort that has been offered through generations of well intended activity we exist here now in an environment that has large elements of hostility, discontent, and disease. Rather than climbing the ladder of meaningful living, we’re making an unprecedented and accelerating race to a bottom. The recognition of this case is noticeable in the complaints and protests that are rising in a variety of forms all over the place. The compliance with the orders of the misanthropic few isn’t working to a greater good. We’ve largely reached a flash point of awareness. Bursts of awareness that are hitting home that basic elements of need have been flipped upside down. The trajectory of our common reality to a place that is an incoherent mess can be traced to the manipulators that have worked deliberately, scientifically, and knowingly to influence us all into a feeding hopper of super food of their own. This paradigm isn’t indestructible at all. Up end the thinking. Flip the script. The class of societal string pullers have had plenty of say, and have proven most superior at working well to a definite and powerful state of disarray. Time for an about face, and find a better way.

Neurotic groups of power mongers have headed the subtly insidious corporate control mechanisms of earth, and have long influenced, if not hijacked, social systems, aka governments; governments full of agencies. There are secret agencies that are in the business of creating biological products that can be used to bring about, and spread, illness. Also, in order to diversify a thorough tech portfolio, there is a diverse menu of bio and genetic technologies always in development. In the array of bio weaponry there are multitudes of creations which include SARS, virus, germs, and the now familiar SARS-coV-2. SARS-coV-2, the virus that can lead to COVID 19. These same secret agencies, that have fronts like NIAID, NIH, CDC WHO, etc, have been prepared to administer their work, and the motivated for no good bosses have created the cover to do it. The pseudo scientists, that have this arsenal of bio technologies, are working experimental programs on the inhabitants of the world. Earth is a planetary scale laboratory. So, the same, so called, scientists that have made careers of developing, now released bio weapons, are consecutively, experimentally, applying genetic technologies, under the guise of a helpful response to an unfortunate challenge in the arena of human health.

Let me see if I get this. We’re supposed to get ok with being experimented on?

Treat the fellow occupants of this laboratory vessel with care and compassion; all the compassion that can be mustered, because a big part of this experiment is psyche science applied to the mind of the test subjects. It looks like we’re standing on a metaphysical gallows with our, formerly thought to be a friend, advisor telling us to stick our head in the noose. It’s far out to think that we’re about to be hanging by the neck thinking that it’s good for us. Maybe I’m missing something, however, this is how I get it. We need a lot of help; loving help.

We’re not going to debate the merits of the merit-less. There is no argument. There is no debate. It is, and that’s it.

Everyday, all the time, I watch the sky. Every once in a while, I talk about what it is that I see there. In the recent window of calendar time from December 14-17, 2021, here in southeast New York, there has been a constant dispersion of cloud material coming from jet planes overhead. It is not at all uncommon to see this phenomena, however, over these past few days it has been remarkable. There hasn’t been a single moment’s reprieve. There is constantly a jet visibly leaving a trail. Three’s and four’s in formation, parallel lines – 4, 5, 6, 7 lines wide, multiple crosses randomly scattered, square and trapezoid hash tags all over the place, fine lines, expanding lines, brief short lines littering the entire sky panorama, curved arcs, intermittent starts and stops, darker shade like lines over brighter “cloud” banks, faint prism spectrum panels, very long trails, not so long, short, very high, not so high, and actually pretty low cloud trails… The list of descriptions could go on and on. The trails are as multi various as clouds themselves. Because These trails are not an innocent by product of the combustion process. It’s disconcerting any time there’s a plane leaving a cloud trail. This week it has ratcheted up the attention to the next level of alarm. It has been an onslaught! The sky, here in this part of the world, is absolutely full of pollution.

The Epilogue in The Devils of Louden by Aldous Huxley is required reading. It is about transcendence; self-transcendence. The description of man’s vulnerability to choosing and/or being herded into a downward self-transcendence is compelling. Huxley’s insight into human nature, the condition of man, spirituality, and the practices of conditioning is exquisite. I started out highlighting sentences of the Epilogue, and quickly realized I was highlighting everything. The Epilogue is an amplification of the third chapter in the book. Chapter Three introduces, and develops the subject of the nature of man’s sense of self. The ideas are of the self and beyond the self, and the consistent yearning to be out of the self; to be someone else. The Epilogue captures the majesty, drama, and potentials, of character development for better and worse. It provides a third person like look at the effects of environmental stimulus programming on individuals and groups The objective third person perspective may diffuse the readers emotional pride and prejudice about what’s driving the self. While the effects of suggestion programming range from the dire to the delightful, it’s the power of suggestion that jumps out of the book. I could not help but re-evaluate my own truth after this reading. What’s driving me? Where do my ideas and attitudes come from? What is my level of sovereignty? Are the changes happening for the better, or worse? How objective is my view of things? Can I effectively identify the nature of that which is influencing me? How strong is that influence? What is becoming of me and us? The value of the truth can’t be over rated. So what is my truth status? The Epilogue illuminates brightly with rhythmic prose the workings of man. and has a resonant description of the impact of those workings on the culture, society, and the world. The clearer there view, perhaps the wiser the choice. Remarkable how simple the control can be. Beware the source of informational feed. There is a purity of drive, but realizing it is a trick, and Aldous lets us know, very well, what that looks like. Get hip. Get read. Read, among other things, The Epilogue in The Devils of Louden.

There are planes flying around in every direction, all day, every day, spraying who knows what, and there’s sickness on the ground. Of course there is sickness on the ground!

Skeptical skeptical skeptical…. Who isn’t skeptical about what government is telling us? Almost everybody lacks trust in the government. It’s cliche for almost everyone to remark, “They’re all corrupt!” Such is the prevailing attitude regarding the servants of society. Government function, that so often seems like dysfunction, is what drives opinions. Regular reports of corruption and crime, among government members, have served to fuel a prevailing attitude of distaste, disdain, and disregard for the whole body of political members. In fact, even the processes of government aren’t trusted either. Another newer cliche is, “The system is broken.” Yet, with all this said, when we get to the big stuff, all of a sudden, officials are taken at their word. Stories that come out of government sources are, apparently, valid. What exactly is the barrier of belief? What’s the threshold of trust, for the critical mass of peoples, between the information that’s questionable and that which is not. My guess is that it has very little to do with the political agents of the world that wouldn’t know factual truth even if it bumped right into them, and a lot more to do with the rest of us that aren’t critically thinking on either the big, or seemingly smaller stuff. The gut that something is wrong is right. I just have to get over the bridge of realization that it’s an important matter to verify my skepticism, and if it’s real, apply it where it really matters. It matters with the big stuff.

It’s not at all uncommon to see athletes out of breath, winded, or exhausted. They’re always breathing heavily at one time or another. You kind of get used to seeing players catching their breath all the time. So, when a player is sucking wind between plays, you don’t think twice about it. All of a sudden, though, during a soccer game last week, that changed. The camera was on the footballer who was standing at mid field after the play had stopped. He was taking deep breaths. You can see a competitive shift take place on the player’s face. This guy’s no longer interested in the game. There’s something wrong. He reaches up and presses the finger tips of his right hand on the middle of his chest, just below his throat. A rapidly growing expression of distress is coming over this guy. He looks earnestly at the game official, and then at the other player standing right next to him. It looks like he’s beginning to ask himself a big question, “What!? This doesn’t feel right!” There’s a flash look of of innocence, of serious concern, followed quickly by a kind of relax. He starts to slowly sit down. He drops. Once on the ground, he’s quickly surrounded by feverish attendants. My gut turns, watching this scene unfold. Something, obviously, much more than a game score is at stake here. An ominous, haunting, sense about what has caused this dude to vapor lock on the field comes over me. The drugs. The drugs. The drugs. It’s really starting to sink in. It’s the drugs.

The multi pronged approach to mass dose people has hit fever pitch. There’s no mistake about it. The captains o\f societal influence want us drugged. There is no exception. The possibility that one can be generally, organically, healthy is out of the question according to modern world bosses. This is a madness scandal. The elimination of the idea that without a drug you can’t be ok is wildly alarming. That’s a massive reach! When is it gonna sink in that we’ve followed a societal leadership plan right off the rails. No such thing as drug free living!? Really!?

If it does sink in, before these chemical compounds do, maybe some sense of reason will begin the establish, or re-establish, itself. The whole idea that drug taking is an unavoidable necessity challenges every notion of liberty. Once the effect of the drug kicks in, we’re kicked out. Kicked out of our own lives. In the present version of the modern world, the drug maker is calling the shots. There’s no way to know who the heck made it, or even what it is. Isn’t it challenging enough to avoid the pitfalls of taking recreational drugs, at the risk of addiction, without the threat presence of some medical military agent forcing feeding us more? Intensifying the madness is the mystery as to why. Even the “authorities” that claim to know the reasons why, also claim to not know. Could be, maybe, maybe not, but take the medicine anyway. How in the hell can we trust this nonsense? Many do however. When is it gonna sink in that we are way down the tracks of rapid fire reactions to orders that add up to trouble? This guy’s running around on the field in the prime of his life, when all of a sudden the side effect grip of a drug pushers product plants him right in the dirt. Thank goodness the realization of the foolish, and fatal, nature of these capitalist concoctions of un-wellness sunk in before the damn needle did, because with these drug plans we’re going down. It’s not a matter of if: it’s when.