Category: mythology

The kleptocratic class of syndicated corporate, self imposed, dictators of world affairs have confidence, and faith, in their control tools. The wrong obviousness of themes like, “Borrow you way out of debt.”, Peace through superior force.” is lost to the “trust us”, “must be” propaganda politics of the modern world industries developed to harvest all of our attention, interest, and resource. Unless all of us dopy minions inhabiting the vast communities making up society at large don’t drop into lockstep with the coded demands delivered to us through sycophantic “yes” puppets posing as chief executives, legislators, prime ministers, and justices then the intensity of the control tools, are increased. So all the different war forms, which are the tools of control, progressively become gratuitously abused. The upside of this abusive intensity is that, one by one by eventually many, it blasts through the denial of the existence, viability, necessity, and truth of these controls. Waking up to madness is the benefit of progressively intensifying harmful conditions, and is a valuable redeeming counter balance to the protracted tragedy of all those that find themselves on the business end of all this spastic warfare. One thing has been demonstrated without any question, the levels of barbarism, the agents and bosses of the current corporate world, has no limit. Truth of the disastrous failure of relying on toxic control tools still resides as denial for swaths of the human community. That, however, hasn’t proven to be any kind of brake system for the controls that have clearly run out of control. The hopeful optimist presents as if the world’s pressures of control will relax and stop. In one person’s view that can’t happen soon enough. An inside upheaval, displacement, and rearrangement of all our current understandings is the prerequisite. Surely, this is the major benefit of the circumstantial intensity of the present environmental and existential now.

The undead terrorists that have spent millennia rigging social systems for their own personal gains have so overplayed their hand that they have come to look like a silly cheap joke. Wound up and set up actors all over earth are executing shootings, false flags, pseudo scientific attacks, energy weapon and munition abuse. All the while the news (hard to believe anyone still trusts) reports support all the engineered warfare as being legitimate geopolitical and geophysical phenomena. These reports are flimsy and cheap alibis for all the manipulation schemes conducted to leverage political and public opinion in favor of all out imperialistic aggression. So aggressive is the onslaught, and so pervasive, that it cannot be escaped or avoided in this, most common shared reality bubble, terrestrial realm. Even the weather is modified and controlled.

Geophysical manipulation is a duly tested practice and is abundantly obvious in the area of weather modification and control. Here in the northeast part of the United States we just had a hyped weather event. The hype included a winter weather warning. The warning is on the phone. There are warnings up and down the interstate. The forecast is rain, wind, and apparently snow, ice, or slush. The sensationally promoted weather event is scheduled for Sunday int Monday. On Saturday I got out early, and was out all day. The only way I can describe what I saw in the sky Saturday would be with intense hyperbole. Early, often, and unyielding throughout the day were daunting, thickening, and constant stream billows emanating from criss crossing jets in every direction; non-stop. Seeding clouds is basically a primitive technology. It’s cheap weather control. The insatiable social controllers that (so clearly) desperately want to dominate every aspect of the human race attention span are, among other variations of inhumane, weather hacks. Decades and years of “augmenting”/creating winter weather has resulted in type of geophysical, or weather, crash (or crashing). More and more manipulation is required in order to achieve the same “winter as we know it” result, and I just witnessed it.

One can only wonder how much material is delivered into the atmosphere to make the huge, thick, deep banks of the “whatever” chemical clouds that fill the sky and the approaching front. All I know is that after watching the sky for years, the current phenomena is off the chart intense. Winter watches and warnings in recent years, and again this week, fall impotently short of each and every sensational meteorological alert hype. Collectively we are in a different climate place. I count it as a damn shame, and a blessing that manipulator failure is upon us. Awareness of paradigm collapse/shift is at an all time high. To be standing in the shoes of these cheap and flimsy geo modification hacks is the last place you would want to be. Like Dylan said, “It’s a hard rain gonna fall.”

For who shall it most relate in a world of non stop propagandistic fate. On and on the full battles cry. Bomb blasts screaming and bleeding a concussive post beat. Rhythmically drumming a deafening desire, a drastic dream. We’re leaving now forgotten the last lost faint chimes.A freedom to lose the lesser extreme. Our handles fave fallen, so we grab the red sand, beneath what’s left of the palms and the man. Broken and fatal no less recommend. How to stand by while reckoning the damned.

Fateful for sure a blindness repose. The last of the times memorial compose. The matter is ours, the exterminant kind. Servile repentance, a child, a flower child of mine. The hands they are blasted, the eyes blink burnt blind, the feet seep green heavy, casualty shell deafening shattering mind. The tacit referrals have spun up my spine. I leave this a plenty, a prayer on the mind.

One of the more rewarding aspects of witnessing the modern world collapse is watching critically important, earth shaking news stories wisp, fade, disappear, and die. As soon as these critical “Breaking News” stories run up against actual accounting and reckoning, they are gone with a fawn, a wash, and denial. The next thing you know, nobody said that, the situation was fluid, and another breakthrough crisis takes place. This entire news cycle drive to distraction has spun right into the criminally absurd. Headline news failure is now so abrupt, shock and awe events are basically D.O.A. If it were not for the abject tragedies of this dark modern world faux journalism comedy, all these wars, illnesses, and outrages would be laughed off and dismissed out of hand. Every now and then it comes to mind how much energy goes into bringing all these orchestrated events to bear. What a waste! These disaster event progenitors have no regard for voracity, and just like the stories that ensue from the fraud, they are fading into irrelevancy. The dark anti life consciousness that today is failing out has been in progressively intensifying operations for generations and millennia. While it goes down, a consciousness rises in the ebb and flow of resperative equilibrium. Alert! The next critical news story is breaking… down.

Genocide is not the killing of people. Genocide is the eradication of culture. The obfuscation, distortion, and erasing of history efforts to disappear culture. Mortality is inevitable; obliterate death is the objective. Many of the living are living dead, and ignorant about it. Remember…

It must have been roughly 2012 when my good friend Irene and I were standing in her front yard. We were wrapping up a conversation when Irene noticed a jet plane flying overhead. She explained that the white stream behind the plane was an intentional aerosol dispersion, and the government was spraying us. Irene has been one of my best friends. I know her to have an alternative, unconventional, worldview. Irene gets a lot of latitude with me. I appreciate her thoughts and ideas regardless of how far out they seem. Initially the story impressed me as being ridiculously speculative, hyper, and wrong. That said, the information prompted a search. The reports of geoengineering were not difficult to find. The history of weather modification is not disputed, atmospheric engineering geophysical phenomena (like global dimming) was being reported on, and a handful media personalities were explain the geoengineering programming. My worldview changed. Observationally, I started paying a lot more attention to the sky.

All of a sudden the number of planes leaving trails seemed to be every where. There was daily evidence. On some days the number of planes was overwhelming, and the intensity of the jet plane made clouds was staggering. The alert was on. “Look! Look! Look!” I would exclaim. The witness and warning I found myself providing went nowhere. It went nowhere with everybody. The lonely feeling wasn’t too bad because there were people hip to the programming that were reporting on it. That provided solace, but the obsession with watching the sky preoccupied me, and I got pissed. Make no mistake; this was a burning discontent and anger about, what I strongly believed to be, an enormous injustice. There may be people out there somewhere that cared about what looked like a sky crime, but in my immediate world I was alienating myself. …Not good.

Journaling was a the first strategy for diffusing the internal angst brought on by jet plane spraying. It worked well until it didn’t. Eventually the dissatisfaction of not recognizing a deescalation of the geoengineering programming began working me back into conflict. At this point I went into more action. I created flyers, and began distributing them. This activation calmed my senses, although it also began to wear off. In 2016 this blog started. The Synthetic Myth has always been a metaphysical tool used to share a point of view that could be added to the cyber collective, and the overall collective consciousness, as a perceived element of reality . Whatever progressive form our overall awareness, consciousness, and reality becomes will have this in the collection. The sense that this writing, and continued message carrying, is the best I can do right now has helped to bring about a calmness of knowing that this witnessing is working as a part the force for healing and help.

Today things are different. The sense of being alienated, or alone, is gone. Reports are everywhere about the geophysical fallout of climate engineering, aka geoengineering. Sky spray contamination is ubiquitous, identified, measurable, and measured. How can you hold it against people that don’t see it, or believe it’s happening? I was one of those people. At the same time, there are innumerable numbers of people for whom the exposure of geoengineering is a passion. This is some witnessing. It is growing and growing. The trend of increasing numbers of people that are facing up to, and reporting on sky spraying is telltale. We are witnessing an immense social structural collapse. The frequent reports on climate engineering, and its fallout, keep coming. The deniers and defenders of sky spray programming are in, what has to be, a shrinking lot. Grade school kids are routinely aware of the spraying for crying out loud; just ask them. This general awakening is satisfying to witness, however, there is a metaphysic to this story.

Geoengineering is a symptom. Better understanding what it is reported to be has opened up a type of Pandora’s box of worldview. In a vacuum, I would say, that the ability to trust big tech, big corp, big government has been destroyed. My first real alert to the magnitude of this was 911. It turns out that the evidence of nefarious dark forces working on Earth is as old as civilization itself. Let’s face it, dark force is a cosmic reality. It has its expressions. An important issue is how one recognizes it and operates with it. The operations are a matter of choice. The recognition is tricky. There is some witness now to the essential nature of what is taking place in our shared reality bubble. Subjects that are no longer marginalized as being conspiratorial include false flags, vaccines and big Pharma racketeering, criminal warring, rigged finances, hijacked politics, mind control indoctrination, human origin, free energy, flat earth, and on, and on. This is the upside of the obviousness of being part of a populace that is under attack. Now, let’s see how this same populace, or some part of it, can wriggle out of the straight jacket of control that, by almost any account, is tight and getting tighter. Any way it gets sliced, this is something remarkable to witness.

It’s a false flag frenzy. The inexplicable holes in the most sophisticated defense systems ever dreamed of are not anything but intentional. Imperial fortresses like the USA and Israeli have astronomical security surveillance systems. All the planning for violent attacks through these security boundaries is coming from within them. It is beyond obvious. Organized groups hiding in and behind the societal political arms (aka governments) of corporate enterprises are masterminding theatrical attack plans against themselves. The plans are facilitated and executed, the finger is pointed, the blame is laid, and the righteous call for justice is immediately blared in order to initiate retribution before any one with any common senses left can come to them. The immediate political will to unleash a mercilessly hyper violent type of “revenge” is manufactured. Fury has been unleashed again and again. The false flag schema does not always work because the scheme requires that a heavy percentage of the gross population buy the shock, share the outrage, and condemn the enemy, and cry for justice; a justice that today can be just as easily referred to as a genocidal death sentence, The karmic loading of these event processions is staggering. This karmic load has become so insanely heavy that Atlas’s back has been crushed. And as this monumental tragedy of, beyond nightmarish, brutality is being leveled, I find myself actually having an emotional response to a ball game?! A ball game!! There is some evaluating, and re-evaluating to do.

It’s important to get beyond the cliche. The repetition of lines like, “They have a right to defend themselves.”, “They have been fighting generations.”, “All they understand is violence.”, “Peace through superior force.” is pointless unless one consider that this vernacular is the refrain of the doomsday theme song, and it reinforces superficial attitudes about fairness, objectivity, and the trajectory of civility. There is a severe mentality affliction on us of a selfishness contagion that keeps the severity of our eternal everlasting linkage to ourselves, our earth, and our fellow travelers remote, unseen, and seemingly unknown. This is true because there are scenes of unspeakably violent content that come up on the screen, and there is no sustained visceral response. There is more of an intellectual opinion response delivered with some self righteous tone of what other people need to do. It’s a programmed response, and my ego runs with it. There is more.

The overall planning that has established the ground work for the workings of organized war machine operations deserve more scrutiny. it’s one thing to have a disagreement that degenerates to violence, it’s another thing to outrightly dedicate massive resources to the creative development of sophisticated anti personal munitions. The entire mirage surrounding the insistence of the requirement of industrial war making capacity is driving a narrative that infects anyone exposed to it. All the subjects of societies exposed to this military might first culture are infected. That’s a big part as to why I can see an image of a street (that could just as easily be mine) littered with the exploded, bloated, dismembered bodies, turn around, self righteously criticize the war scene, and then get back to the ball game. I’ve been affected by a serious cultural infection.

Whispers keep happening subtly in what might be called the uninfected mind, “Do something.” This writing is part of the effort to do that; to do something outside the programmed response box of predictability. Care for something. Care for someone. Try to do it without keeping a scoresheet of what to get in return. Consider the possibility of not needing immediate gratification. This type of stuff needs no justification, and it earns a reprieve from the ghastly gruesome compartment of reality in which brutality is normalized. The ultra controllers of modern, hyper military, society are covertly attacking themselves, in this barely veiled false flag frenzy that chronically opens the door on the next bombardment of human collateral. These imperial controllers have lost control. This out of control type of unquenchable thirst for more is forcing the progenitors of the military capitalization to reach. Their reaching exposes them. The obviousness of the fraud is our liberation. It has been accessed for now. To heck with the ball game. It sucks knowing that people, places, and things are being gratuitously exploded so insatiable war mongers can go on critically wasting nature’s most wondrous resources, and futilely trying to satisfy blood lust, envy, and hatred. With all the tolerance, courage, and compassion that can be summoned it’s time to turn the corner on this mesmerizing insanity. Whether it’s a random act of kindness, civil disobedience, or resisting the urge to lash out in anger, almost anything is an improvement over the grotesque ultra violence that has progressively become a type of acceptable norm of the modern world.

It’s not just metaphoric to say that all the world is a stage. The theater into which people are born has evolutionarily become an intensely strict combine of agreements which cunningly limit spirit development, dash liberty, and displace freedom with subtle incarceration. The casualties of this developmental limiting are staggering. There is absolutely no value to the relative perception of how big, or small, the theater bubble of our collective residence is or isn’t. It’s a shared realty bubble. Every player is under an influence; millennia old mind domination influences that have definite and distinct scientific effects. This terrestrial stage is set with tools and features of limitation and control which are deliberately imposed, strictly enforced, exploited and abused by hysterically neurotic directors. Directors that routinely show up to order the cast around, brag, bow, and accept self congratulations while perpetuating perverse distorted storylines consistently with idiotically simplistic cliches like, “Defending freedom”, “Demanding justice”, “Peaceful solution”, You’re either with us, or with them.”, “Safe and effective” and on, and on with a solid string dummy down buzz words. If any amount of critical thought is applied to understanding the score this production, as it’s described by the directors, it’s not a reach to conclude that we are dealing with the theater of the absurd. The ludicrous abomination of social order and (dis)function that is promoted as being a logical necessary function of natural evolutionary function is wrong. We are on an enforced timeline that has effectively theatrical scenes in the chronology, of so called “history”. It is designed. There are alternatives outside these theater company constraints. If one really wants a clear view “reality” within REALITY a massive upheaval of the whole world story has to happen, as well as, how it’s told, and how it’s heard.

Intentionally loving communion begins with prayer, hymn, or tone… * Hindu… lead us from unreal to the real;

It’s not easy to catch a moth. If one turns on a light, the moth effectively catches itself. So it is with the influence of madness and fear bait. The key element that makes all the theatrical machinery work is trust. The delicacy and vulnerability of believe is accessed by the portal of trust. With all the precision of fine surgical technique, a mass mind invasion has been executed behind the moniker of authority. In a sense it is impossible to miss, and in an, almost equal and, opposite sense it is nearly perfectly invisible. It’s a systematic scientific plan. It’s been working deliberately for many generations. The spread of the influences of scientific theatrical distraction have genocided the rites of genuine organic culture to the marginal perimeter of peer gathered belief, decimated critical thought, and created serious illness. There may very likely come a point where the theater goer comes to the believe that the show they are involved in is a mess; an incoherent mess. If we’re gonna get through a mess, we’re going to need a guide.

The guidance system is within. It is no wonder that the leaders of our society work so hard to get inside. The now vast sprawling complexes of entertainment, medicine, “law”, defense, government, market, and banking have like a propagandistic domination of most observable things. Take it for what it’s worth; there is a very real place beyond the boundaries of these theater walls. It one person’s view (and maybe more than just one) this is an area of the world worth exploring an expansion into. Embarkation on an expansion will expose guides. When the student is ready, the teacher appears type of stuff. Are we prepared?

There is no way for a neophyte, novice, or someone just coming of age to really understand the intensity of compromise, depravity, stress, and inevitable collapse that comes with supporting a lie. Part of the human condition is to test limits of decision making. Secrecy, however, is the first demand of the commitment to dishonesty. Secrecy and sickness are linked. Like an intensifying haunting, the apparent cool of initial personal gain progresses to trouble. Without the correction of admission, life’s path and spirit states become an intensifying, eventually searing, discombobulation of mind, body, and soul. Every defense of dishonesty and fraud is another lace in the straight jacket of one’s own confinement. It is in a type of blindness do intelligent beings enter the program of deceit. Consorts and conspirators determine to install the best truth cloak they are able, thus perpetuating distorted understanding Wrong is unjust, and those on whom the injustice reigns have their liberty interrupted. Systemic deceit programming furthers the progressive advancement of bullshit narratives, the karmic stakes grow big, and the difficulties are complex. To be caught up in a system of deceit is as important a challenge to face for growing spiritually as can happen. Without question those that work in the service of wrong will eventually find themselves at the gates of hell.

The attractive allure of temptation stresses one’s sense of right and wrong. Personality types not withstanding, progressive wrong doing is devastating. The dark power of exploitation parasitically inhabits various beings. Many of these beings are people. Progressively, an inhabited one will know no such thing as restraint. The inhabited host is now, in part, animated by the guest. The resulting behavior has a range. From white lies, to petty theft, to planned injustice, to mad debauchery, So it is that a takeover be known with greed, incredible lust, and the most breathtaking acts of treachery. The snowball of disaster will gain a type of quantum karmic inertia. The despairing environment, or stage, in/on which the procession of events plays out is the environment in which the actors of the reality play must reside. It’s the world one makes, and we’ve got to live in it. What of the world, however, for the ones that have not bought into the dark force allure? The environment is polluted, yet there are honorable, charitable, honest people in it; not to mention virtually the entire populace of the rest of the animal kingdom. Fate is likely a dynamically morphing determination of a chosen world. Since not everyone is committed to a world leveraged to benefit themselves first, the fate of the world isn’t driven solely by power driving corporate brokers of me first material gain. In spite of the fact that power broker influences are not really seen for what they are, nobody misses them. There are choices to make; important ones.

The ramifications of the movement of wrong burdensome. Over time the burden intensifies for sure. Nature, and the universe are balanced however. Nature’s unyielding and constant equal and opposite balancing properties compensate for all the efforts of injustice. The cosmic balancing force is working perpetually always. So, lopsidedness is an impermanent state of conditions that are just plain out of balance. At the risk of being philosophical, let’s say, “That’s life.” So, for anyone that has tipped over on a bicycle, gotten dizzy, or gone too far one way or the other emotionally or physically, it is not a reach to say that when one has lost their balance they are likely to tip over and fall. The state of one’s being during the fall is a most relevant property. If my life is in large part in agreement with the requirements of complying with the wrong, then I’m at risk of the illnesses in a despairing world. As the walls of treachery and control close in, the stress of reconciling growing fantastical incoherencies of red hot gas lights will become increasingly more difficult to tolerate. Breakdown is inevitable. There will appear to be no way out. Like the toll to cross the River Styx, we are paying dearly for this life of trouble. There is another way.

There is no way to sugar coat this. The persuasion to commit to a system that has been created, cultivated, maintained, and advanced to exploit the resources of the environment in which it resides is very difficult to not buy into, if not cave into. The normalcy of the reliances, and dependencies, of an advanced social system are sure, and there is a maya which disguises that same system brilliantly. That is, until the failure, which is inevitable, and collapse ensue. Eventually the flaws, discrepancies, and wrongness become glaring and obvious. Systemic lie systems have very sticky features. It is very hard/impossible to let go of that which one has come to believe is an essential need for their well being. In spite of the fact that the system is, and has been, attacking all the subjects within it without restraint, a dedication to it will insure that the intensification of dire consequences will continue. There is an out.

Voices of confidence have quizzically, curiously, and interestingly contradicted the long running narration that an organic nature based life can be enhanced, and improved upon with technology. That is the wrong idea. That is it! Technology cannot improve nature, or any natural system. Period. Obviously machinery will be. A healthy relationship with machines is a question. What is it really for? In one persons view, let’s say machinery should not exceed the limit of recreation. Once technology replaces an organic system with an attenuating dependency, look out. Add profiteering to the mix, and hang on. The downstream effects of these elements of truth are devastating. The reconciliation of the karma created with the evolution of the, “improve on nature with tech” plan is its progenitors dream, and the rest of ours nightmare. Yet we, in a very naively distorted way, fuel it. This is the point of departure.

To be fair, detaching from advanced technology is extremely tough, and clearing any small amount of the staggering black karma that has built up by generations of hostile wrong doing, self serving, injustice, and anti life programming is very difficult. It is transcendental. It’s simple. It is way not easy. It actually sucks. Yet once the clearing happens, peace fills in. A very noticeable, and rewarding peace. With all the unmistakable warring, continued injustice, and advanced wrong that absolutely can’t be missed in the most perceptible version of world currently, a real sense of purpose displaces some of the disillusionment with it. Purposefully into the difficulty of clearing bits of the mountainous karmic reality wreckage can be a choice. It feels like a type of civil disobedience, in that perceived harm and wrong doing is not met in kind. It’s the desperation of being fed up with the direction of events that prompts this experiment. In it is found an alternative source of motivating energy. There is a power that brings sustainable life thriving order out of any chaos. It is the power that one is persuaded, by corporate conspirators, to surrender in favor of a cheap techno facsimile. A facsimile we have to pay for! A great cheer it is to know that this life giving power can be claimed, and reclaimed, rather than be given away.

I was sitting yesterday morning by the lake in the southern part of the Adirondacks. It was very calm. A foggy cloud covered the entire lake, and almost totally obscured the profile of the surrounding landscape. The sun had already come up; it lit the fog to a soft bright white hinting the gold of sun. This lake is lifetime familiar to myself, as well as, many members of the community which reside here. The dusty stained surface is calmly undulating with slack random directionless waves. Surface “pollen like” stains are all over the surface. They are rare here. Maybe occasionally the lake surface has a pond like characteristic, but it is rare; very rare as far as I’ve known. Below the surface can be seen something more. There are fine bits of material floating in suspension in the water. From the surface to the bottom and all around is this stuff. I’ve long heard of degrading water qualities in lakes, and other aquatic environments, all over the world. This lake has been noticeably clean, and like consistently pristine looking and smelling. In spite of a consistent community effort to protect this body from invasion, I always wondered about the encroachment of degradation here. Has water quality foulness made it to this lake? With that thought I gander at the morning sky above the fog hanging at ground level. The perverse trademark skywriting trails mark the sky above. A breeze comes up. The fog cloud immediately begins moving. Across the lake in this direction comes the fog cloud, thinning as it moves. The profile of the hills and small mountains come quickly into clear focus. A complete change of scenery has happened. The green late summer landscape is brilliantly clear and shining with the morning sun. Now the broad view of the sky is visible. There is an extensive panorama of white “cloud” lines above. The trails have the appearance of a complete coverage fan. A fan that has veins converging at a point on the horizon. It’s as if all these flights are coming from a variety of spread out places down on this end, and meeting at a common destination up on that end. From my perspective, this is a most gruesome observation. How long will this spraying programming be allowed to be officially denied?

Personally, I am past the anger, although the critical thought and overall concern levels keep rising It is also very impact-fully difficult to come to terms with the first hand witness of, what looks like, environmental degradation. Sitting lakeside pondering these thoughts, the exercise of sky writing is on in full force. Each line in the sky is being traced with another, and another, and another, and… The beginning of a new day.

This is a travel day for me. I’m driving back in the direction of New York City. Those sorties that were happening over the lake are not restricted, they are everywhere. Layer after layer the lines lye. Lying like a ladder, with the rungs getting closer together, like finer teeth on a comb, in the direction of the city. Thanks to the concentrated coverup of the elements in the atmosphere, and how they get there, one would have no way of knowing what that stuff is. Except perhaps for symptoms that are noticeable. Among innumerable possibilities, right now there’s an undeniable foreign particulate permeating clean water and the COVID din is happening again. A New York Times headline reads, “Why Are So Many Players Getting Sick at the U.S. Open?” Fear pornography is the propagandists preeminent weapon, and high profile targets are going to stay in the cross hairs. The question is sustainability. The guess is here that the entire “control the globe with technology” plan and strategy is going to crack. Nature will not indefinitely support the methods, and the inhabitants of the land under attack will not indefinitely support the story. These elements are definite.