Category: mythology

Saturday walking into the supermarket I noticed a hand written note like flyer on top of a potato chip display. I picked it up. The one sided, one page note read:

This is a…    Wake Up Call!

Global omnicide is taking place.

Aerosol spraying in our sky!    IN ALL SKIES!!!!

All cloud trails behind jet airplanes is an intentional spray. The chemicals being sprayed are toxic. They are poison to all life, destructive to earth’s natural systems, and helping to destroy the protective ozone layer. There is not much time to waste in terms of identifying and stopping this practice. Condition urgent! Get informed!

Go to: geoengineeringwatch.org   and    thechembow.com

WAKE UP!!!!!!

It was a pleasant surprise to see this info flyer. Exposure of this practice is very important in my view. Being familiar with the subject, and both of these websites, had me leave the flyer behind for the next person that might see it and read it. It also made me realize that it’s time to do more to spread this info myself.

Lighting fire in a terrarium has a conversion effect on the gasses and balance of the environment inside. In a terrarium the scale of earth the conversions have been subtle, gradual, sure. Combine the gradual nature of the change with the living planet’s ability to adjust to imbalance, and you have the ingredients of very sneakily disguised pollution effects. When the industrial, and luxury, and convenience components are factored in, it’s easy to see that we’ve developed a status quo that will logically resist reduction changes. This is the point that now begs consideration. Rather than breaking down a climate reality that seems like an insistent point of debate, what about looking at the cultural, formulaic equations, and attitudes regarding the industrial legacy of collection and distribution of hydrocarbon fuel? What is a fair price to pay?

The original ready availability of fossil fuel made it like a no brainer. It was like a return of one hundred fold. One unit of energy in, and one hundred out. Over time the ratio changed. When one unit in returns fifty, twenty five, ten, six you could still see, perhaps, the viability. As the ratio continues to change, speculation grows. What happens when it is required to put two units of energy in to return one unit out? What makes this viable, reasonable, or sustainable? Sure it’s still available, but at what cost?

Here now speculating, I’m thinking that the plan is this… It is going to require two units in, or more, to get one out. But we put in the two units at the cost of $3.00 per unit, save it, and when the market shortage hits the fuel sells for $9.00 per unit netting $3.00 profit, thus maintaining viability, right!? As crazy as this sounds in the global, gas filled atmosphere of the planet,  I’ll bet anything that this is the rational. Planetary health is at the mercy of merciless industrialists which seems devoid of consideration for the survivability of the terrarium Earth.

Conservation and paradigm change seem important right now. Speaking for myself it feels urgent, but man, I’ll tell you what, it also feels equally difficult. Fair to say… Try

 

Who is it that provides advocacy for the public!? It says here that the U.S. Government is looking to seek charges against Julian Assange. Can the operations of the flailing culture of flagrant corruption and fraud be anymore obvious? This past November a well known real estate developing playboy with a penchant for making tabloid headlines by splashing himself from one high profile, self serving, culturally disposable, entertainment driven, narcissistic waste of time to another, made a presidential run. By capitalizing on supreme discontent, a self promoted image of success, and a giant wave of damning information leaks that exposed terrific criminality of his opponent, this spoofish character of superficial buffoonery was elected to the head of the executive branch of the United States Government.

In any kind of reasonably mature, credible, working society it would seem highly unlikely that a high ego character that thrives on making vices virtuous could ascend to the highest structural level; yet it is not without it’s cultural markers of popular thinking and attitudes. In many of the political rallies on the path through the campaign, the candidate capitalized on his opponents indiscretion, and crowds could be heard in a resounding refrain, “Lock her up! Lock her up! Lock her up!” This most passionate chant was made by a distinct part of the populace that’s not just disgusted with their governmental misrepresentation and leadership, but has come to realize the exceedingly high level of rank, absurd, criminal corruption, and treason perpetrated by “elected”  officials. Essentially, many of us became hip to the fact that we’re being taken down in a social/political system that does not just favor the few exploiting offices at the expense of all that is honorable, just, and okay; but there is also criminal intent to undermine the common welfare. This obviously planned new world order is depriving citizens nationally and internationally of their basic human rights, as well as, needs. Civility and survivability is being trampled by the progenitors of corporate/industrial exploitation which is stealing up all the planetary material and energetic resources. Citizens are nothing more than expendable collateral in the scheme. This is what many of the nations people are waking up to. The charlatan, game show, presidential candidate was big time able to play on this awareness!

In an era of information truth suppression, fact advocacy is a punishable offense. A big part of the information wave of disclosure comes from people inside the establishment system. The gut feeling here is that a lot of people can’t reconcile for themselves not blowing the whistle when they’re aware of such egregious wrong. There can’t not be leaks when the growingly intense pressure of criminality, purposeful fabrication, coverups, lies, and sovereignty obliterating treason builds up behind a dam wall of fraud relinquishing to the power of truth. It’s not just going to leak through, it’s going to pour through! However, the suppression efforts by the organized criminals in the branches of executive, legislative, judicial, and press make initial info disclosure deadly dangerous. It takes courage to conduit the truth. Julian Assange through WikiLeaks has made the personal sacrifice to make it possible for the whistleblowers to have an outlet, and for the rest of us to get a glimpse into the abyss of untrustworthiness of our “representatives”. WikiLeaks made the news, we got better informed, and the candidate, posing as “anti-establishment”, capitalized on the foment to gain momentum popularity to the tune of, “Lock her up! Lock her up!”

Now today on 21 April 2017 what is it that is in the news!?!? Here’s the CNN headline, “Sources: U.S. prepares charges to seek arrest of WikiLeaks’ Julian Assange”. And where is she today??? There don’t seem to be any reports of the former 2016 Democratic Party nominee being brought up on any charges. So, the acceleration of social and civil indignity continues to be pressed with equal determination, maybe more. Who knows how long, and by what means, the popular will can continue to to be suppressed. With this blatantly obvious level of criminal contradiction, it would seem that reconciliation, if not anarchy, can’t be far off.

 

A recent visit to Joshua Tree National Park revealed an intense concourse of life. On display was it’s resiliency, tolerance, and determination. Dehydration warning after dehydration warning explain in relief that the conditions here are stark severe. It’s dry! Unless this is your home habitat, you better drink, drink often, and don’t run out. Yet here in the arid hostile Mojave there’s an abundance; a tremendous living abundance center pieced by the Tree of Life, the Joshua Tree. Driving, walking, looking, standing, and staring down and around with delight driven awe of the witness to life prospering, like all over everywhere. The objective of Creation is on display, proliferate. The expression that is life cannot be denied, and the balance of the interconnected ecology supports itself in full, each it’s own for another, and all the rest. Flora, fauna, plant, and animal interdependent and unique. Oh, for the overwhelming majesty for the first time desert visitor that did not know what to expect. Coming to an information sign along the path with a quote that reads, “When you try to pick out anything by itself, you find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” -John Muir. Clarity builds. It’s the variety of form developed inter-connectedly, together and balanced in the host environment that makes sustainability real. So real, in fact, it flourishes in plenty.

Adding to the experience, at once, is the landscape. Stone formations characteristic and formidable, rise and defy. Balance and assembly of a majestic anti gravity tide of lifted fallen rubble, and boulders piled as if by imaginative giants deliberate of skill and patience. Piles everywhere, cropping up repeatedly across the area as far as the eye can see. The rock crops rise up out of the seemingly inorganic grit of the earth that happily bursts with foliage, determination, and color. The sunlight feels strong here pouring over the aggressively strident landscape. There’s no doubting now the obviously aggressive resiliency of this hearty-beauty ecosystem. No wonder this area has been sectioned off specially. Today humans are here. Visitor after visitor passes this way and that; sightseeing, camping, hiking, climbing, exploring, and experiencing this desert wonderland accentuated even further by mountain and valley views. We’re all here taking in the scene from Pleasant Valley to the San Bernadino’s. And not unlike other big sky phenomena places, the landscape here creates a feeling and perception that the sky is broader, wider, bigger. Forget big, the sky seems huge. Huge!! The sky… The sky… Oh?! That’s right. The sky… There they are! The air pollution compression oppressor is everywhere. There’s no escaping the belligerent press of the sky plane overspray of the atmosphere engineers. This has become the omnipresent metaphor for the inescapable assault of industry on everything, everyone, everywhere.

This current Southern California visit has not been without recognition of high traffic sky spraying. Now in the National Park the overlay prompts a deepening emotional impact. The abject lack of regard for the miracle of creation this poison permeates takes on devastating dimension. Often the thought of, “How can this be?” comes to mind. Now it’s hammering! How can this be!? With Eternity’s fortune yielded right here on the desert floor, the spray agents of control affect a wildly offensive display of aggressive contamination consequence. Again and again and again the heart feels like it’s breaking; erupting with outrage and folding in sorrow. Again the burdening helplessness feeling peals over like a thousand blankets of lead wool. It’s like a mass of dampening, suffocating, depress. How ironic is it that at emotional crisis times like this, the calm down survival strategy is to breathe, breathe deeply, and try to not freak out. (Often the thought of the respiratory process at the molecular level takes hold. What am I breathing?) By the time we reach Keys View for an overlook I’ve lost count of the number of spray planes that have traced over our heads. We park and start by foot up to the overlook. It’s a popular spot, people are all about. This is surreal.

At this point at Keys View there’s the prevailing sense that few realize the state of this moment. It’s as though we’ve individually, and collectively, lost a relevant perspective about the world, the environment, and our place in it. All of us are on this hill going through the motions of admiring one of Earth’s wonders without the cognitive consideration that the entire vista is smudged into obscurity by an acrid sickness smog built hazy under a sky of controlled aerosol spray; innumerable grid lines are dissipating into an intensifying haze furthered by the fortifying contribution of yet another spray pass. The people pass softly offering quiet hushed tones, gazing, posing, and photographing themselves before the smog, like it’s an obligatory duty based merely on the fact of being here. My sense is that internally we all know something’s wrong, we just can’t shake our normalcy biased long enough to really get in touch with it. There is no doubt that this is an unsustainable practice. The permeating miasma infects. The resultant ill works to deny us of the sovereign aspect of our own journey, it’s validity, meaning, purpose, and in fact our freedom. We’re in a veritable gas chamber complete with a fading world class landscape view. Oh, but for favor! Oh, but for a pinch to wake from a nightmare mistake that this is not really happening. In subtle numb-shock I feel like I’m making a beleaguered retreat back to the vehicle. In the car, industry’s fabled chariot of handsomish pride, we belch our way back to the valley. We check the fuel gauge to see if we have enough gas to take the long way around. As difficult as it may be to quantify the anthropogenic effect of one more cell full of fuel, exothermically converted into exhaust, it can be qualified quick… This is mad sad sick.

Research has provided some insight and understanding about purposes of the atmospheric aerosol programs. Programs likely including S.D.I., weather control, communications, and solar radiation management are likely the main ones. The sense here is that there is also a nefarious human control element as well. While leaving that for another discussion, suffice it to say that the environment is under heavy manipulation control assault, and the strong belief here is that these programs can’t go indefinitely without severe repercussions. These known impacts to the world, it’s health, and the health of everything on it is the reason for making these observations, and this witness. This is an attempt to stay connected to nature. Admission is the first step to recovery, and at The Synthetic Myth that step is taken regularly. As a population group, we likely would have some opinions about how macro earth impact plans are decided upon. There’s also a likelihood that we may not agree with what is clearly being decided for us. First, however, we’re going to have to check up with our collective default agreement that permits the power brokers to do basically whatever they please.

In all good will and service,

The Synthetic Myth

Who would deny that popular history includes characters of great material fortune, and that these characters have had a profound interest in the development of culture? What describes today’s world better, harmony and charity, or conflict and hostility? Perhaps microscopically is known the former, macroscopically it’s hard to miss the latter. There’s big component of imbalance and insecurity characterizing modern world culture. The power players influence deserves questioning. Anti egalitarian attitudes and structures defy all organic justice, yet it’s the basis of systematic control. Legions of sovereign beings comply with power pressure due to acceptance, equality, and security distortions. Sunken density materialist forces have no power to make or break the free thought soul being, however, it’s influence is persuasive in tempting those same beings to choose to give their essence away, thus setting the stage for subjugation and theft. . Hush! Hush! The parlance of power has originated and proceeded with a purpose; to deliberately misdirect popular thought focus. All variables of control rely on the estrangement of connectivity to truth and Source. Any compromise, or disclosure, of the structure of secretive deceit jeopardizes the locally omnipresent complexes of domination control. Truth is underpinned by Truth, and any ascension toward meaningful enlightenment means doom to the material cause. Hence the intense determination to keep the truth about human destiny, and sovereignty theft tied up in secrecy. These truths  must stay obscured. By persuasion, man’s present curse is a material resolve that has us largely remain here in corporeal prison, delaying freedom release. As long as lost souls of man at large continue their confusion quest of carnal objective, is as long will continue the feeding of the hollow integrity draconian beings of vitality consumption. The survival prerequisite is to break free of power endeavor programing, and indeed of the actual power grip. This, the material powers that be, keep hushed in secretive longevity. This dynamic is unsustainable, and can not progress indefinitely without severe breakdown.

A tech/evolutionary singularity is at hand. The singularity has an inherent inevitability. Us, our environment, and everything in our realm is in a cosmic energetic event current. We’re no more able to escape this current than one would be able to escape the Niagra River after it goes over the falls. If clinging to the plastic program induced beliefs of what we’ve been persuaded to think reality is about, we’re at the mercy of the intention of those the that fed us the program to begin with, and the fate ensuing, which is very dark. To be sure, power controlling grids have track beam grabbed innumerable souls, and directed them into a death realm of cannabalistic consumption. Now fate collides in singularity. The exhaustion of this energetic incarnation of Mother Earth, and the gross exploitation of her resources put us on the cusp of the energetic shift; the life-death-life-end-beginning-end cycle. Of course, being on the cusp of a singularity is to be within it’s event horizon, which corresponds with the parabolic, exponential, cosmic Nantucket sleigh ride of events that cannot be avoided. The state we’re in as individuals, at this point, determines survivability, and it’s variable by choice. Actuality accuracy, realistic context, working faith, and identity truth are indispensable components for the authenticity depth which benefit survival, and override secrecy fraud. There’s more than mere mortality at stake in the unfolding witness to perceptions well beyond conception; any control program formed reality expectation will largely  be blown wide open leaving actual soul survivability hanging in the balance of madness and tolerance. This is what we have to thank our societal culture controllers for, catastrophic failure, shock, unpreparedness and huge vulnerability.

This is the sovereignty clause. It’s being claimed. There are dark powers that be that really are committed to feeding the black, and we really are the fodder. As evolutionary tech reaches virtual mad race insanity, and devolution verticals to infinity, the paramount importance of decisions become critical. Power agency paranoia knows no bound, whether it’s Herod’s orders for murder, or Saturn devouring his young. The almighty lack of restraint of the kleptocratic is compelled to secrecy beyond any point of bound. While the wicked have forsaken any choice, ours remains. In spite of the dire state lateness of the hour, flickers of promise refuse to be snuffed by those that do not fear disclosure, are willing to challenge convention, have the courage to abandon traditional material objectives, and love enough to courageously face oblivion in faith. Revelation remarks in languages suggested by beats of rhythm acknowledged by the heart, allowing the necessary lies of progressive systematic secrecy programs to dissipate without qualification. They have no inherent power, only the power we choose to give them. The unstoppable catapult through the unity point of the singularity is an energetic rebirth. By exercising compassion, and serving the common good we work on behalf of raising our, as well as, the collective energetic state. Fortune favors the boldly loving, and the new earth shall be for those that can stand the shock, love without judgement, and choose without self. Help where we can, and allow helpers to minister our need. Perhaps the best kept secret is that we’re not meant to endure perpetual threat, ill health, material fortune, and gross exploitation. We are an abundant miraculous natural resource. We are meant to be in harmony with what is. And our existence is only bounded by the limitations we agree to. The hope abundant and plentiful in refrain from SISTERS AND BROTHERS… “We will all be together for ever and ever, when we make it to the promised land.”   In service, justice, peace.

 

There it became. A pin prick in the fabric of eternity. Through which flowed a verity of reality beyond any limit of explanation, and governed by the desperation of survival. Oh but for the warnings of yearning to remark sublime an amnesia upon arrival. Gasp, cough-spit, gasp, cough-glow begins the treacherous charity lifeline of disastrous prosperity. If beneficent purity is left un-mangled, the development of metabolic dynamo correspondence for truth, and destiny, records ascending memorial, and the outcome of determination includes fulfillment with requisite despair, not denial; alluring a grasp of bliss afforded by choice to not at last relinquish to the harsh conviction of fear or threat. This now, by choice, is life approaching fulness in honor of disparity and harmonious reward. Together communal bereavement complexes elevate and master corruptive defects. It’s ok. We’re here, and your alive.

Alive, alive, alive and more; without any warning there’s a knock on the door. Electronically controlled, disfigured, and maimed all together by prejudice identified by name; collected and grabbed in a rote driven refrain, uprooted, disgraced, to never remain. Oh, but a hell it’s possible to know; what for god’s sake reason why now must we go? This is the surprise of a rumor transponding the land, scuttling the sea, and shying lightly a distorted sick known invisible history. Another genocide field has opened it’s craw. We may never notice, it took us too long. While willfully blind in critique of a fraud; a flagrant foul malevolence devoured our own. The question now beckons, and beckons out loud, what the hell are we choosing? Which side are we on?

 

What’s actually worth remembering? The truth!?

The building blocks of life, and the evolution of the soul are a function of the Original Thought, of dreams, decisions and choices. In the free will universe, Life has it’s expression. It’s in our DNA. It’s remembered through time immemorial in the dynamics of life code evolution. Is, have been, are, to become. It’s the Creative, and the agreements of the beings proceeding from agent to agency, from individual to group and beyond as potentially harmonious growth companies, or conflicted death spiral destruction industries. As experience happens, and rendered as truth based belief, the sacred majesty of belonging to truth may faithfully unfold unbounded beauty and progress. With further creative enterprise sentients, we work to become fully evolved star children that can, and will, spread joy promise expression development universally. Coded with the promise, we are the truth. Unless…

Confusion lies forestall destiny. Minds that influence consciousness are obviously subject to persuasion. Unless founded in authenticity, reality, and truth the consciousness being languishes. There is no life without choice. If there were only one choice, there would be no point nor merit. This is our lives!! The basis of them is founded in the codes which are largely memory. What’s being remembered, and what’s being integrated into our evolutionary memory bank of the DNA!? Fact based truth, or confusion based crap? Our being is on the line. All beings are on the line! Consciousness is in the balance. And the actuality quantum code of any type of spirit growth direction relies on the quality of right choices made, and subsequent memory attached. We rise and fall as eternity beings based on the effectiveness and ability of right choose, right now. Disinformation not only handicaps, it prepares the receiver for fatality flaw. There is a lie source. It’s the low source, the dark source, the E consumption source, the death source, the Devil itself source. The influence of the Devil is running full throttle in the modern world in agents of industrial madness, vampirism and disgrace. There are so many confounding untruths perpetuated about us that our choices are disfigured by wrong thought awareness, full sight blindness, deliberate denial, dominant materialism, and desensitized death permission. We don’t realize, or know/care, about tremendous suffering in mass, including our own! The memory of ourselves is skewed, contaminated, incomplete, and wanting. I mean, we don’t even consider ourselves as part of nature anymore for crying out loud. And we’re all so busy remembering nonsense, like what’s the best smart phone case, and forgetting essentials like pollination rates. This path leaves our true destiny out of reach while tainting our DNA, insuring our own loss, and sacrificing advanced potential right. This is not ok. Life based on reality; true reality, or the honest pursuit of it is the only one that’s sustainable. Reality based life or bust. This is no selfish insistence of the here and now. This is the recognition that there’s work to do to grow rightly, spiritually, purposefully for the here and hereafter. The rejection the Devil, and all it’s dark damn works is on here. Man this getting tough. If there’s a dawn to break, may it break fast. It’s getting late, very late.

 

After hearing very alarming, dire, news about the state of the world, and the survivability of the near term future, I woke with an intense sense of dread. This is what’s left of my survival instinct.

And I quote, Jerry Garcia-Robert Hunter, “Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait,” Perhaps as a type of mantra this can help in the activation of a survival cause which will defy this very ordinary “go about my business as usual” life which is proceeding right now. In ordinary terms, this life is very good… In actual reality terms, it’s like a blindfolded walk off the plank.

God have Mercy on us all.

Gotta love those that place themselves in positions of authority, and then tell you you’re truth…   Any wonder why we’re seeking an alternative source!? Independence of mind… Independence of spirit…

Haven’t been down this way in a while. Gonna commute for a couple days to do this small project down by the Sound. The sun is just dawning over the horizon as I pull up to a red light. The sun’s sky path is marked with a cloud X just above it in the sky. The light turns green. The first car in line is slow to move. Right behind him is another motorist that gestures radically and lays on the horn. Just like that we’re moving again. The news radio is on. The NY traffic report comes on, and it sounds like a nightmare. Delay after delay on top of delay. The reporter says that the wreck has been cleared, but the damage is done. The weather guy comes on joking. It will be unseasonably warm with near record highs. Now comes the business news. The Dow is sitting at like 20,600. I remember it being a big deal when it cracked 10,000. The line of cars I’m in heading south in on route 58 in is moving slow, and I have to take a piss. We could be doing 50 mph, but instead it’s only like 35. I’m aggravated. Up here on the right at the orchard there’s a parking lot. No reason to not pull in there, and get some relief.

The lot is empty. Pulling all the way to the far side in back there’s privacy. Right back in the saddle, and off again. Good, those slow pokes are gone, and I feel better. At the exit of the parking lot I stop. Looking north up 58 it appears as though the lane is clear. Hitting the accelerator to go I get a strange premonition that I missed something. There’s a sudden numbness in the ears. A sense? I don’t know. Really quick the air goes silent as my glance darts left. It appears as though the side window is blurred. There’s a horn blare followed by the unmistakable sound of the rubber, the road! Holy crap! On coming traffic!? The sided window blur becomes clear, and the horn scream goes silent. Time seems to freeze. A half life time delay ends with pulverizing intensity. A loud sick body boosh and sprinkle blast of spider crashed glass splinter spray explodes all over, and on to me. Moving now by force, the vehicle is screeching in an un-steered way of momentous collision inertia. There’s a constriction squeeze on my torso, left shoulder, and right arm. It’s tight. The compression gets wicked tight with searing pressure, then release. Silence with a sharp crack. More silence tainted with soft stress whispers of a thermal variety; like a heat register heating or cooling. Even more extended silence now interrupted by a drop bong as if a mason jar was dropped on a brick, and a light bulb popped. The accident is over basically before my awareness of it starting.

In the next assessment moments I wondered if I’d been hurt. Moving, moving, I’m moving. I can turn. The legs move. The arms move too. I can turn, but the door is crashed stuck; it won’t open. Focusing now on the interior, it appears unrecognizable. I get the seat belt off. The passenger side door is reachable, and it opens. With my feet now on the ground surreality sets in. Everything seems cinematic. Not everything is in focus. There are big confusion questions beating and repeating in the mind. “What happened?” “What?!” “What’s Happened!?”

A mangeled gray, green, blue pickup, with a hiss, stands stopped in the roadway. It’s in the middle straddling a double yellow line. The drivers’ seat occupant looks invisible in smoky silhouette. He’s gaining frantic. He’s frantic! He’s trying to get out. It’s his head! The head is open across the top, and across the face. I realize that there are others here parked at the scene. A responding motorist is imploring the injured pickup driver to stay down, to stay still. “Sir. Sir! Stay still! Stay still! There’s an ambulance on the way.” A man is standing in front of me, and a woman is right beside me. She says, “You’ve been in an accident.” and he says, “You’re in shock.” I hear myself say, “I looked to see… What!? I didn’t see…” The sound of my voice trails out. Then these words are known, but I can’t tell where they came from. “Time is short. Recognize. The eyes see, the mind is blind. You may not have seen it, but it was right there.”