Category: mythology

Its freakin irritating; maddening. There are jet planes streaming spray clouds and cloud lines all the time. When a weather event is forecast the plane sprays are long, wide, weird, and everywhere. We’re in a fish bowl with an entity and agency that has a gas chamber fetish. Agents animated by this agency have corporately consolidated a disturbingly strong grip on the machinations of earthly affairs. This agency is clearly neurotic. There is a paranoia that some of what it thinks it has gained is going to slip away, so the earth realm needs to be blanketed with an overbearing control grid. The staggering colossus we call modern society is so incredibly laden with controls that it is seriously buckling. Compassionless kleptocratic corporate resource rapists that systematically angled their way into positions of dominant societal authority, have burdened every element of civilization with grips. The wanton abuse of every imaginable control element from psychological, to chemical, technological, and beyond is staggering.. All this has served to dismantle, crush, and dampen the state of the earthly realm, as well as, everything in it. Every living thing on earth is considered a commodity; collateral. There is no differentiation between a kitten, a baboon, a cactus, a walnut, a human, or a stone. So in spite of the constant warlike attacks on free thinking, liberty, independence, and good will which are leveled to decimate any resistance, or threat to cosmic level larceny, virtuous qualities still exist. In fact, within those that are not terminally handicapped by generations of conditioning, these qualities actually crystalize and grow. There are states of being that are not dominated by compassionless draconian down pressure. Bubbles of reality, resulting from higher states of being, likely have significantly different environmental and atmospheric chemistry. Something says that healthier attitudes bring about healthier environments. That doesn’t sound like an alchemical reach. Arriving in a healthier cultural place might be tricky to clue in on. I’m claiming with strong conviction that this cultural place is reachable, but for crying out loud, is it ever a distraction to have this chemical onslaught on you while working toward it?

News flash, “Mysterious 400 mile stretch of ‘radiation’ fog blankets 13 million Americans” reminds me of last winter’s frequent local anomalous fogs. They were reported on, as such, then too. So, today, driving west over the edge of the Shawangunk Ridge looking down over Port Jervis, and the tristate triangle New York-New Jersey-PA. The visibility is far; almost as far as the eye can see. What’s out there as far as the eye can see? Fog. Our own mysterious fog covering everything, in every direction, as far as the eye can see. The news report is referring to a phenomena in California. Winter fog, however, is everywhere. Reading on more to find that the fog traps pollutants. It can be unhealthy. So, the fog is mysterious, unhealthy, and everywhere, and apparently some scientific expert is here to inform us of this. I’m wondering if it requires expert to detail that it is air that we breath. How can it be proved that it is actually air that is be inhaled? Actually, is respiration scientifically confirmed? Do animals that breath have respiration apparatus? Prove that it works. Riddle me this Batman… Like exactly where would one turn to get a breath of fresh air?

Gone are the days of wonder about geoengineering. Any illusions that the jet plane tracks through the sky is ordinary exhaust are long gone. Atmospheric gas chamber spray programs are on; way on. All the different seeding programs are serving to modify, control, and contaminate. This prolific contamination is decades in the building. Everything is swimming in miasma. The karmic debt being incurred by those intentionally spraying the sky has to be staggering. The inheritance being earned by any, and all, that know how harmful these activities are, and do it anyway, has got to be rough. Those that recognize that the choice to poison Earth is wrong, try to not do it, and work to activate some healing rather than harming, will clear some of this rotten karma, but it is severe. I have become convinced that in quantum reality there are alternative timelines and versions of real. This may be some kind of meditative finger snap away, however, the meditation to snap it isn’t grooved right now, and the scientific wizards are poring on the excess toxins of control right now. As aggravating as it into know that life in the modern panopticon world of kleptomaniacal controls is genocidal in nature, and that it is the collateral that is to be eradicated, what prevails is that which does not sink to the levels of depravity and voracious hunger that the neurotic purveyors of illness cannot seem to stop actively reaching. Rightness exists. Wrongness is not the final chord.

The panic that has taken over the drivers of societal development will not, cannot, stop intensifying. It manifests as event mania all over the world. The rapidity of calculated savagery combined with the colossal incoherence associated with describing happenings is at all time bizarre. Like when ISIS was coming behind the retreated armies in Iraq and collecting the caches of weaponry that were left there because??? Warfare, pestilence, depravity, cataclysm, and madness may not be the only description this age, but it sure is a strong one. All social indoctrination, fear pornography, and trauma is whipped up to detach anyone paying attention to current events from life, life’s source, and the practices of accessing and nurturing it. Thus the increase in the rate of breaking headlines and hype driven storylines. Public attention domination ensues, it lingers, it eventually dissipates. Dissipation won’t do. Hence those that endeavor to keep a stranglehold on social control, blast constant propaganda, and pull trigger after trigger on multi phase attacks versus people and planet everywhere. This attention domination strategy works wonders to control the viewer, right up to the point of diminished return. Try remembering what the critical events of a year ago, last month, last week, yesterday. How is it that illnesses, invasions, natural disasters, and all could be so dominant at once, and then seem to not matter at all? Remember when nothing mattered but the missile crisis, or the North Korean nuke? How about the Iranian nuke, or the Russian meddling? 9-11 or October 7? One minute it’s Epstein, the next minute it’s cognitive decline, then it’s insider trading. Wait?! There’s a riot at the capital!! So it goes in the arena of attention grabbing, pay attention to what we tell you, social engineering. Under this influence one might come to believe that existence is a continuous stream of trouble. If, however, one were to spend some time disconnected from the news of the world the attention can transfer quickly, and the influence drops off fast. Another world is waiting to be born.

Over the past couple weeks, or maybe even months, a brave new phenomena has been coaxing. There’s been a subject void of politics, war, finance, environment, sports, all of it. Subject vernacular has shifted to a much more organic, “What are you up to?” and “This is what we’ve been up to.” series of discussions that are ranging into ideas, memories, stories, and cultural subjects not common or developed in the longest time. What kind of pleasant inheritance is this? Could it be that something other than existential peril might matter? Seems so. The earth didn’t cease to spin just because we weren’t drilling into the most recent disaster and outrage. As a matter of fact, it feels like there are worlds of untapped interest from which to learn. Life is already more full for the wake cut into new territory rather than the regurgitated repeat of the friend and foe political rap of the here-to-fore generational posterity. Maybe, just maybe, the rotational velocity of the whirlpool vortex that’s been pulling all the attention in, is about to start spinning some out. On the way out there have been what you might say are sparks of originality. In brief a world of wonder in which to spread, and explore. This is the beginning of a trip. It’s like breath of fresh air; while the old vernacular could not get a whole lot more stale. Stale with a stabbing persistence of discontent, anger, violence, and casualty. In order to get to some different place would figure to go some different way. C’est la vie.

In this short departure from the persistent pattern of modern world propaganda one world view has changed. There’s a sense of growth. It’s grown immediately from the eerie sense of unsustainable imminent demise to a, what if there are possibilities of relief yet to perceive? Neat thought. So while the modern world races to the next report of loss in a debris field, or under a pile of rubble, some others pace themselves with an alchemical like change of elemental improvement. All that’s required is to steer clear of perpetual media cycle reporting. Some have already gone. Perhaps you’re next.

Quiet sunrising morning beyond the eastern hills. Here it comes streaming over this little local mountain. Sitting beside this stream in the shrinking shade you can see the light well above, having cleared the top of the hill. The sky over-story is misty pale blue-white. Below the high sky are stretched out patches of thin clouds. Gazing at these thin stretched out clouds being hit by the sun you can see some see through features. The clouds are misty too, and the mist is stained. Cloud staining with the slick like oily sheen often seen when motor oil hits a puddle of water. It’s a thoroughly bright stain coating the entire cloud. Each cloud in view has the staining too. The ubiquitous contamination of the atmosphere in the earthen bio-dome is on display. Residents of the Earth realm exist in an at scale gas chamber. The creation, and maintenance, of this planetary gas chamber is a fetish of fiendish control freaks that are in the business of fleecing Earth’s resources. Any being that can think for itself, and intentionally avoid exploitation is a liability to those that seek to control. So, rather than rounding people up and herding them to the gas chamber, spray the entire sky. The existent googolplex pollution particles saturating the sky have yet again provided pause. Any assertion that there is an gain to intentionally filling the atmosphere with pollution is worthy of re-evaluation. The liberty deprivation karma associated with one toxic particle intentionally spent is one thing. This is way off the charts.

I swear, official stories, legacy news reports, and official historical accounts are like discernment competence tests, or better yet, absurdity tests. The shock and awe propaganda information weaponry, commonly thought of as the news, in modern society has reached hyperdrive. Current events are a form of informational flak working constantly to preoccupy anyone listening with inane regurgitated pointlessness while matters which may actually matter are buried in the margins as conspiracy theories waiting to happen. Right now, the entirety of the human civilization story is basically a grand mixed up mess. Individual elements of that story exist in vacuums of stand alone patches of incoherency spun by victors of conflicts and wars. Example: The North American Manifest Destiny epic promotes the heroic liberation of the continent from an indigenous First Nation of savages by a divinely inspired colonizing force of mercenary aliens. Depending on the view angle of this continental displacement/replacement, Manifest Destiny is either special delivery cultural advancement or genocidal disaster. To characterize this chapter of human history as principled or honorable might be tempting, but it’s really up for grabs. On one hand it is a point of principled societal pride, on another it’s a cultural disaster, and humanitarian tragedy.

The North American imperial takeover is one case of a kind of cultural mirage. The matter of historical narration control is an effective rudiment of absurdity. Manipulating, distorting, and twisting factuality to provide the appearance of favor has a shelf life of sustainability. Combine this with the overarching phenomena of gratuitous violence, anesthetic cruelty, and critical indifference can push one through tolerance points of reconciliation. Either one is going to proceed apathetically through life, or reach a flash point of critical thought awareness in which formerly held positions of trust and reliability melt. With the meltdown, formerly held ideas and beliefs, that were taken for granted on faith, fall apart. All of a sudden, news the modern world begins to seem absurd.

Violence is the trigger. Civilization has a legacy of violence that runs like a thread through the entire course. Each bit, and in total, is an element of the human story which has an indelible stamp. It wouldn’t be possible to identify civilization without violence; evaluate it. There are so many episodes of violence. There is a nearly inexhaustible account of violence and extreme violence. Pick one… 9-11.

The Pentagon, as secure as any installation on earth, had a commercial airliner crash into it in 2001. Try finding the first bit of video anywhere of that plane. It’s out there. There is film footage that was released some four and half years after the crash. That’s right. One video. Released in May of 2006. The video ‘showing’ Flight 77 ‘slamming’ into the Pentagon does not show a plane. Absurd.

Three buildings in the history of steel reinforced concrete high rise construction have ever had catastrophic failure resulting in collapse; three. They all happened on the same day. For a construction method for which thousands of buildings around the world rely on, and continue too, to have three catastrophic failures all on the same day. Absurd.

Out in PA on the same day an off track Flight 93 disappears. Literally disappears. Unlike any other plane crash of any other place or time, there’s nothing at the site of the crash; nothing. Absurd.

These are three quick, profound cases of the accepted minimal requirement storylines of impossibly low proof to be installed as facts in a chapter of supreme double dealing motives. So onward goes a controlled procession of events that rely on remarkably flimsy, because we said so, accounts. A procession of domination monopoly acts that have no bound of profundity. Violence, destabilization, destruction, and injustice throttle up with these, and an intense litany of other wildly absurd claims provocation and cause. One explosive event after the next, like the chief executive of the US declaring the that there will be an end to Nord Stream 2. Nine months later when it in fact blew up that same chief executive denied responsibility. The lunacy continues with the suggestion and speculation is that the party using the infrastructure blew it up themselves. The absurdity just goes on and on, while resource tugs of war get tighter and tighter, and the collateral toll mounts. All the while the protagonists of the resource wars continue to emphasize and rely on the ever increasingly cheap fallacy accounts for justification and leverage. In its own right, this is a most mind numbing absurdity.

Without any further ado commences coherence and absurdity testing. Discernment begins where absurdity ends. Critical thought abandonment and discernment competency have been crippled long enough. That’s a line that each must draw for oneself. One thing for sure, any government anything, from any government anywhere goes straight into the coherence cross reference function. BS-ing of the public may not be a worldwide phenomena, although until further notice, that’s how it will be considered. I mean for crying out loud, how much mayhem has to break out before stopping and stating, “This is absurd.” This may not help one get any closer to what actually is, however, at this point one can’t get further away.

You are going to want to begin the tale again. Remember, it sings like a song. The first sound is more like a click than a cluck. Okay, ready… Let’s try it again from the top… Click jack hooyah hum. The first night major uncovered the drum…

Tales, myths, and lore are the rhythms and rhymes of connectivity for selves of selves within the whole. The attention to detail, not only of the stories, but the tones and inflections which sound them out are the signals and switches of the living heritage they carry. It is as much as what you say, and how you say it. From generation to generation the memories of purpose, potential, and fruition are passed on to the future past, thus maintaining a connection with ourselves. It is case critical to be aware of who we are, where we are, and why we be. There is a degree of perfection meant for all peoples at all times. Communal rites make the highest state, at any given time, possible. Within an affirmative authentic culture the inhabitants thrive. The status of being is thusly on the rise. Risen beings are in an increasing, and higher state of being. They are above ill. They are impervious to the parasite. So what is a parasitic energy sucker to do?

Disrupt, disable, disconnect, and retard the inheritance of people. Dismantle, destroy, and decimate the cultural coherence of nations, communities, and organic societies. Get as many as possible, and get them broken. This disheveling of the inhabitants of the realm renders them increasingly deprived of their own right. Confusion, disconnection, illness, and a gradual incapacitation begins to prevail. The illusionary nature of time and space becomes delusory. Indigenous cultures and nations disappear. With them go the now broken continuum of the lifeline of our times. It’s a world largely populated by lost souls. Many are preoccupied with the immediacy of disaster as the violence of hyper intolerance throttles the liberty of targeted mass. Many more are in hot pursuit of a dream fortune that is getting farther and farther out of reach. All this to lower the spirit, or energetic, state of humanity. At the lower state the parasite has the source from which it can syphon, feed, and devour. Anyone capitalizing in an environment of un-wellness, depravity, and decimation is either the parasitic or its accomplice.

Now, right now, would be a good time to review the routed stories of this realm which genocide has rampantly looked to run out. The rites, myths, and lineage of these, now nearly invisible cultures, hold the keys of memory, intelligence, sustainability, and bliss. In fact, true culture. The sole reason for the eradication of various organic authentic cultures is that they hold the key to free expression and growth. Parasitic entities can’t touch those that reside in truth. It is pretty doggone simple at the end of the day. Any savage nation that modern world masters would like history to believe stood in the way of manifest destiny are the ones that will be important to find; if not critical to find, try to access, explore, and begin to reside.

Years ago in ESPN Times Square we saw an enormous picture of Babe Ruth. It was hanging beside an open staircase on one side of an enormous dining room. As we approached the picture, it got a little blurry. It began to appear digital. It turns out to be a collage, made up of individual baseball playing cards. Up close you could read each individual card. They were all Yankees. We kept on looking for one player after the next. You knew the bigger picture, although, up close it would be anybody’s guess what it is. Hello modern world reporting.

For the past, who knows how long, legacy media has forced focussed on one individual card after the next. So much so, that the big picture of world civilization is combination unknown and/or forgotten. Each particular story card is bait. A bite on the bait, and the next thing I know, I’m caught up in a micro-universe of information that creates its own picture. By virtue of doing nothing more than keeping up with sponsored current events, it begins to seem that the only things that matter are rotating crises of the president, the war, the virus, the shooting, the market, the climate, the migration, et al. Add to the equation that the Fourth Estate and international empire news is little more than propaganda streams, and the picture of the world that comes into view is an intentionally skewed fictional account of happenings built on mere kernels of truth. Vaulting into my own world view, I find I’m about as disconnected from actuality as the spaceman that HAL untethers from the space craft in 2001 Space Odyssey. It’s distressing to get the sense of being detached from reality. It is so necessary to get some distance from the prevailing narrative body. Even if it’s just to satisfy curiosity, it would be great to begin to see the bigger picture.

Mark Twain quote, “If you don’t read the newspaper, you are uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you are mis-informed.” Apparently this rouge has been going on for some time. Suffice it to say the the beneficiaries of mis-information are more than happy to use high speed tech to ramp up the rate of public departure from effective reality. It has become a very interesting prospect of just how to liberate oneself from this fantastically bizarre world concept of essentially holographic nonsense. First things first…. Back away.

Baseball, hotdogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet. American national pastimes mixed into a jingle. Growing up in the 1960s and 70’s, baseball seemed like every day, hotdogs anytime, apple pie tasted good, and Chevy was another car. These are all rooted in the experience. Baseball happened to be numero uno for me. We played it all the time. What started out informally with waffle ball and pickup games, eventually became organized for school and town teams. The major league game was on every day from April Fool’s Day through the World Series. Radio broadcasts and box scores were staples, games on TV were a look forward to luxury, and the visits to the ball park were fantastical and mesmerizing. When the season would end it would feel like a good friend had moved out of town. The focus would then train on the hot stove for the count down to pitchers and catchers. It is a yearly cycle with the other games, and leagues, decorating the interest of the baseball/sports fan. Baseball, the numbers based, situational, game of legend, lore, and multi athletic skill ability was as much a part of this experience as anything.

Fast forward to today. If one were to have fallen asleep in 1995,. and woken up in 2025, baseball, as it is played in its highest profile, would be unrecognizable. Over the years, a discontent with the game’s popularity (another way to say ability to generate revenue) meant that among the “owners” of the game, changes had to be made to make it more interesting to more people. The subsequent alterations by rule, philosophy, and structure messed with a game that has an unbelievably majestic symmetry, situational subtlety combined with explosive action, requires all kinds of alacrity, awareness, and ability to effectively play. Situations have been created that traditionally never existed, and ones that did have been eliminated. It is a different game. Combine this with the fantasy league features of player movement, inter league mixing, intensely watered down standards of success, and the brand of baseball played at was once the highest level is, in my view, has become a discredited bastardization of its century old predecessor. It has little connection to its own heritage. There is no coherent relation to the statistics and numbers that make up this numbers game. It is one big asterisk. Pitch by pitch the game is played. Baseball looks like an unprepared clumsy hulk right now compared with the game that was played through our growing up. Until one went to bed in like 1995 you would have never guessed.

Culture is full of artifacts. Knowing where you are relates to where you’ve been. It’s part of an identity. The relationship with baseball is the game itself. It dawned on me that baseball exists between the pitches. With each one thrown the situation changes. There is no clock. The pitch has to be thrown to effect the status. Today there’s a clock. When the clock expires, the situation changes. Balls and strikes can be called arbitrarily, and four balls can counted without throwing one pitch. Baserunners arrive in scoring position by rule, not play. There is all kinds of situational components of live games happening without ever putting the ball in play. That’s a different game. Somewhere the rumor went viral that the game is too slow, in spite of the fact that it is continuously happening. Here’s how slow baseball really goes… If you look away for a second, you miss something. If you look away for two seconds, you could miss an entire play. The game is not slow; you gotta know what you’re watching. I may, or may not, like a game, but there’s a big difference between bearing down to keep a runner on first in a close game, and having your hands tied, by rule, in the ability to do that. It’s a different game. So many of the game’s intricacies are lost. They have been displaced with a type of careless idiocy. Whenever a game is on my TV it is immediately apparent that what really matters, by and large, is whether or not you can throw the ball one hundred miles per hour and hit it five hundred feet. That’s boring!

This harangue could go on and on. It won’t. It would be remiss to not mention one thing about baseball that is consistent, and speaks directly to its integrity / legitimacy… Gambling. What once crushed the game is now a built in feature. Players are wired. It’s not a reach to say that nearly every pitcher has a telecom device wired right into their uniform. When Fanduel says it’s time to throw a ball, the wire easily beats the pitch clock, the rest of the now gross exhibition can wait, the pitcher wastes the pitch for posterity, and Vegas counts the algorithm-ic loot. Like many other expedient features of the prevailing modern world that is serving to press the subtitles of bliss from life, two words… You’re out!!!

Is there a critical thought meltdown in the modern world, or what!? The explosive hubris of humanity has left common sense in the dust with barely a second thought. The latest version of the “we’re doing it because we can” sanity flex is artificial intelligence. What kind of great tool is this!? We don’t have to think at all anymore… (Some sarcasm is hard to avoid.)

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. While the dominoes of discovery fall, and continue to fall, recent heritage appears all but blind to this balance of nature truism. All you ever hear about is how much better everything will be with the new this and that tech. There isn’t any critical mention of the environmental impact. most society is sold, sold, sold out through the carbon fueled industrial bonanza, and an ongoing bloodbath ravages diversity with pollution and exploitation. With each dropped promise falls another degree of integrity, and yet the petroleum plantation planners are still operating. Spreading the damnation of what is likely their own curse upon everyone and everything about them. From the choking air, to the chemical spill waterways, to poison minds, and radiation fog. Each tech advance has some downstream disaster that manifests as unaccounted for fallout that absolutely could have been predicted, anticipated, and factored in as variable of each technology’s real worth. The PSYOP we call history is Earth’s monopolist’s perverse wet dream. The corporate industrialist resource hoarders clearly have a sinister willingness to technologically shell game masses into division and confusion. There is awareness of how damaging modern energy, medical, media, and military tech is. The pushers do it anyway. The facade is tempting, fancy and thin. With a more disciplined inspection one can see where we are and have been.

Modern time is a time of unrelenting promotion for conserving resources. Responsible application of any technology right now, you would think, would factor in maximum efficiency. So what of the revolution in “intelligence”. It’s not just artificial; it’s a sick resource hog. The demand for digital space, the power to hold it, and the other natural resources supporting it are staggering. Electricity grids strain for AI while communities brown out and rotate outrage. Water supplies strain for AI while communities face limited use. Then we all pay the increased cost of living while our email boxes fill up with every imaginable product that Siri and Alexa heard us talking about. Stopping for a second and thinking this through brings intelligence itself into question. This is not the first generation that metaphysically builds the gallows, strings up the noose, climbs up on the stand, sticks the head in the noose, and kicks the can thinking that this is just what you do when you are “advanced”. However, with a bit of critical thinking, a pause in the rush to digital nirvana, an intelligent thought or two of what a balanced scale is, and a consideration of who’s teaching us what maybe we can be the last.

In this era of trampled liberty, I find myself astonished at the scale of the interference to free will, and the magnitude of the handicap for being able to become one’s fully developed self. Burgeoning selves rely on being informed with honorable accuracy of lineage, heritage, and traditional rite of passage. We exist in a social environment that has been, and is, burdened, misdirected, deceived, and hacked with a bombardment of technology meant to perversely shatter personalities, bodies, minds, and will. The environment is saturated with toxic control compounds, and warped by the insidious deployment of divisive tools and ploys which gratuitously smash potential harmonious union. We’re left standing here in this cultural debris field with division, disconnection, and discord among the people, and an inhospitable environment for all life. This calculated, coordinated, and executed plan of disconnecting people from the ground on which they rely has been abused for generations. The effectiveness of the intentional destruction in the bubble of reality in which appears to be prevailing is both brilliant and horrifying. The miscalculation, of course, of the predators supporting and exploiting divisiveness and sickness is that the reality bubble crystalizes with them in it. Cosmic order makes one victim of one’s own device. Plant a lie and sow trouble. It is just the way it goes.

The belief complex of the modern corporate world is built on subterfuge and deceit. The builders of it own it, and its manifestations, in spite of consistently pointing the finger of blame in any direction, but their own. The modern world is, and will continue to be, inherited by those builders and those that support it. Because the will of many has been duped into supporting the madness of unsustainability, the treachery of living in a poison bubble proceeds. The sense that something is seriously afoul with the functions of society is routine. This sense often prompts awakening. Awakening to corporate industrial manipulation is really quite stunning. Yet, if one is able to survive the anger associated with this stun, there are innumerable influences which indicate that the way we have been trained to live is not the only way. These influential sources are right up front. In spite of immense genocidal effort to scrub them. Who knows how many more may exist that have been successfully scrubbed. The point is finding the WILL to shift gears. My will is mine. It has been down pressed. It has been influenced by mind, body, and soul controls. The lever pullers of modern world social control have way overstepped, for one thing, and don’t have the affirmation of fact, for another. There should be no illusion that getting out of lock step with the indoctrinated herd is going to result in instant ease. No way. There is, however, a satisfaction in knowing that I am no longer willing to align with those that have fallen grossly short on their promises for improved living standards. The trick now is detaching, and disentangling, from that which gone a long way to dominate everything. In effect gain full spectrum dominance.

… Wouldn’t you know!? There are whole groups, communities, and people that have already made an about face shift from the enforced dictums of the facsimile reliant false promise technocrat monopolists that forever drive division wedges; wedging our bodies off from each other, and the nature that springs us. The predator class world view is not the only one. It is a brave new world eternity knows. Alternative bubbles of reality respire perpetually. Bubbles free willed into existence. Some, very likely, more a function of un-trampled liberty. Carpe diem.

Calendar alert. Tik, a gnawing anxiety. Tok, the whispering suggestion and calling in the mind. Visit me. Visit me. I’m here. I have something show you. Wait?! A phone call; Caller ID Stamford CT. Spam and more spam. A voice message in the can, “Hello, this is Ashlyn. I’ve been trying to reach you about student loan…” IRS debt? Your ATT bill is due, and the cable bill too. Early detection is the key to surviving the disease. Screening, call to schedule your screening appointment today; don’t wait. You need security in these uncertain times. Vote for change. Vote for… Don’t miss. The tire pressure light is on. The insurance has come due. The drain is clogged. We just bombed the enemy. Armageddon? Erectile dysfunction? Severe weather alert. Flash flood warning. Fire weather alert. Did you check Facebook, Fanduel, Instagram. To access your account download the app. www. Forgot your password? We noticed a new device. If this was you can ignore this message. Amazon, Wayfair, IKEA. Your account has been hacked. Smart phone, meters, TV. Apple Fit. How many steps today? Plan your vacation. Shop now these savings are coming to an end…

Where did all the time go?