Category: mythology

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.

In the midst of the temporary never forever, startled a branch of broken amnesia. The astral guide is awake, and knows it! Like a seed, like a fragrance, a reminder, and a row. Breaking the angel compass of incomplete awareness, and unrealized perfection, a new harmony embarking on the sure course of burgeoning reckoning chorus. Real aspects of mysterious mistake cannot be denied. Now the parallels of disaster harken emerged emergency. Suffering, suffering, lateral indiscriminate torturous suffering. Difficulties destined and determined of post karmic trauma detached from the tethers of antiquity, or contemporary marvel. It’s through this maelstrom of delirious confusion that the incubus of crystalline presence awards the fractured through the quantum realms of possibility, and manifest. Have rest. Awake, fear not, have rest; alerting reams of responsibility. Escape the hostages of intentional fear remarkable. The quivering bundle of abundant salutatory light has quantified in the discordant rhythms of disaster and prevailing control. The revelation of unrecognized solace retrieves immediacy in order. without the need for instant agreement. The tempest pauses. A glimpse avails the stubborn, misguided, and the cooperative alike in the ancient pause of original silence. Creation’s true, ardent, and compelling gift has flashed originally in the host Goddess domain. Ready! By the Grace of the Prime, we may choose for ourselves.

The only thing worse than the disease is the cure.

While we’re all experiencing social down pressure, protesting in the USA is prompted by social science button pushing. The other social rallies, and protests, around the world look like they’re prompted by the down pressure itself.

A critically important point that should not to be lost, in spite of the currently prevailing obscurity, is that captains of industry need nature, and those of us that occupy it, much more than we need it’s products, and it’s byproducts! Planet earth has been targeted. Targeted, mined, and exploited for resource harvest ( heist). Earth, the gold gold gold mine!! Gold mine plus!! The resource richness, the sacred fractal space/time location, and the energetic field properties of the planet radiate richness. The monumental support, potential, and flourishing manifestations of life and bliss on, and of, earth is incalculable. It’s being tapped by parasites that are bleeding it out through ever evolving mechanical and post terrestrial technologies The vampiric letting has hit warp speed in the industrial, now cyber, age, and we’re all walking around thinking that it’s these self same technologies that are enhancing/supporting our lives. This inversion is a truth that our, better through technology handlers, cannot afford to allow people to grasp, know, realize, or believe. Protecting the galactic level lies of false promise that have worked to provide global kleptocrats social leverage is critical. Every tactic available is now employed to confuse, distract, and manipulate the vastness of humanity, community by community, into the pool from which we can be consumed. The advanced game result is cultural decay (anti bliss aka. suffering). Event patterns that come down through the millennia provide, in stark relief, a view of the game plan for control that is repetitive and predictable. Where have we seen this before?

North America has had thriving diverse native cultures. Nations of people that were connected to the earth. Peoples that accessed earth’s abundance freely through interaction with nature. In reciprocity, earth shares with it’s cells, the cells thrive and feedback to the host, wellness loops abound, and the entire living system grows in dynamic divine purpose. Traditionally, in large part harmony, with our planetary host. The Mandan Indians, an agri-culture society inhabiting the great plains along the Missouri River were well established, sovereign, and free. Alien Euro discoverers filled in and met the tribe(s). In the Mandans was found another trading partner. Organic culture, creativity, artisanship, honor, and engagements then are indulged to a point. Indulged to the point which the imperialist believes the “business deal” has reached diminished return, some monopolistic potential feels threatened, or that the unquenchable gluttony thirst kicks in with the thought of some over the horizon fortune might be at risk. The indigenous are now officially “in the way”. From that point on, everything becomes collateral. Everything, the land, and whatever’s on it. All honor instantly evaporates, any previous harmony breaks. and genocidal attack ensues with the victor in each skirmish telling the story of what has “historically” happened. Pestilence, virus, small pox lay waste to the tribes of the North American plains. Perhaps small pox was brought to the Mandan community by the infected passengers of a trading crew moving up the river, and not introduced intentionally in contaminated blankets distributed among the “savages”. What ensued is the 1837-38 small pox epidemic which all but wiped out the Mandan Indians and sickened their neighbors.

Echoing through the chambers of our epoch… Beware! For the technocrat, and it’s antecedent, innocence is cultural insurgency. Love, compassion, authenticity, freedom, and tolerance are the enemies of material progress. In order to secure the mania harvest of resources, above and beyond, calls for the preemptive removal off all the organic threats to monopoly and kleptocracy are made, planned, and initiated. Innocence, purity and free thought are the greatest threats to the industrial heist of earth’s riches. Right now, here in the middle of life, we the innocent sentient, are standing unaware. Brainwashed by convention to believe a narration of contrivance and fiction twisted fallacy. Vastly, the teaching is to trust the system, agents, and agencies that are, in fact, feeding on us. When the natural organic under pinning of suspicion rises, in the collective body mass, to challenge the official story line, the industrialist parasite attacks the whole. Poisoning across the board the perceived detestable minions that dare to defy orders; poison of mind(s) and body(s). The planetary theft system offers us the accepted currencies of “good faith” like blankets, worthless money, vaccines, nuclear medicine, advice, “cheap energy”, and protection FROM NATURE!!! In so many places today can be found sign after sign… FREE FLU SHOTS… FREE COVID TESTING… The reason this stuff is free is because the industrial elite can’t afford to have us not take it.

In the waning strains of failing, fleeting “democratic” societal potential, the bars and rhymes of liberty crash in disharmonious cacophony. Masses rally to the stations of control to cast their lot for the latest marionette king. The “hidden” puppet masters themselves have long since had the strings, fingers, motives, and controls exposed, yet social scientific persuasion programs work with perplexing duration; defying basic survival awarenesses for a grand proportion of brain dying lemmings. There is no denying the failure facade of the audacious lies of security and transparency assumed in our conventional social narration, but it goes on. Really quite ridiculously, it goes on. Once the coherence of actuality and accuracy of the industrial timeline most of us are forced on to is recognized and seen, it cannot be unseen.

Anything I give my power to, will get it. Puppets don’t get it. Puppet masters don’t ,by and large, get it, and haven’t for awhile now. There are star points of thanks for the encouragement help on the way to free think. The fostering supportive souls that have valued, and impressed the importance, of critical thought. Get outside “the box”. Get outside the schema of perpetual demise, exploitation, and Luciferian restriction. Liberty is claimed and charmed on un-parroted terms. Any popular media feed will poison the propositions of independence and autocracy. Let it be said that it’s disrespectful to NOT participate in social function in the system of obvious failure. Coming about, it may become noticeable that success has it’s way, and it’s easier to access than one would have ever believed. Get out of “the box”.

In the shrill dyspeptic outburst of disqualification, discourtesy, dishonor, and disrespect of the national presidential “debate” glared the stark evidence of collective societal dysfunction. Clamoring idiocy on matters of relative unimportance which have been cranked up by the propaganda machines of political correctness, disinformation narration, and social control science rules the hour. Each participant is hyperactively reacting in fit and furrow to primarily irrelevant hot button questions of degenerate provocation, delivered specifically to leverage polarization. As true epidemics of perpetual war, environmental catastrophe, addiction, suicide, illness, and debt throttle up to breaking points, and beyond, the talking points of the hour are regurgitated tit for tat bafflements of condescending mumbo jumbo. Supreme Court nominee!!! Health care!!! Covid!!!! Incompetency!!! Liar!!!! One fast way to get nowhere, or regress… Get the puppet post presidential candidates to the mic, have Wallace ask them A.D.D. driven political correctness question of manufactured importance, and watch the insult spectacle. SNL satire can’t do justice to this laughable loss, and waste of time. Time, and attention, are way too valuable to waste it treating exercises like this as being in any way credible.

On the plus side, thank goodness for the obviousness of the idiocy. The fascist marionette theater , we call American politics, is right in our face. The gratuitous nature of the national farce reality, we have collectively consented to, is now on full display. How great was it to see the Declaration of Independence on the screen behind these two guys during the “debate” dog and pony show? The Declaration signaled through the “train wreck” of failure on the stage, right to us about what we’re depending on. Our current freedom status is in tatters. While these knot heads are running their mouths about ‘broken record” socially bi-polar paralyzation narratives, we’re all coping with solitary confinement trauma! There are way more cases of isolation ill than any dang flu virus. Criminal! This “debate” debauchery has driven the main point as far home as ever… This social system, and the people of authority in it, have way passed the point of diminished return, or use. Depend on it at your own risk.

The significant point, perhaps of all points, is that our government, any government, only has the power we give it. It only has the power I give it. So, a major thank you is in order for the recent obvious display of incredible dysfunction. Other than the bit of time required to make these observations, there’s no more investment in the narration of state sponsored ridiculousness. Like a lot of people that see through the smoke screen of assumed control, I’ve been moving independently. The independence of spirit is being cultivated. The independence of thought is high priority. The truth of independence is manifest in the active realization of intrepid renewal. Lead, follow, or have a nice day.

I do find it interesting, that as I sit here, in West Redding, CT, on September 15, 2020, that after six or eight months of the Covid 19 pandemic, I know more people seriously affected by wildfire smoke on the North American west coast then I do corona. In fact, I know one person that was confirmed CV19, and got seriously ill. I lost count at 30 after stopping to actually count friends and family that live in the smoke zones of the western apocalypse. I spoke with my cousin in Portland OR, and his take on the fire situation is…. “It sucks!”

Only so well. As they sank, the stranger sang. Only so well. /Only so well. /The matter kept calming/ In brief, in delight. / Feign remarkable, feign the right./ The colossus say morally. / Blankets of imposed information overlay the sight.

It all began to seem so trivial, so trite. I saw the report today of the world’s first trillionaire. I thought to myself… That poor soul.