Category: metaphysics

It’s a morass. A myriad of perpetual trouble subjects rotate on the media wheel of attention distraction. A morass, sticky and deep, without coherency or reason associated with anything. As soon as legitimate focus begins to override the fraud of subjects like 911, or human trafficking, or bio-weaponry, or any details about the multi-phase malevolence down pressing almost everything on Earth, the subject shifts to the next shock distraction. Who knows, for instance, how long reports of carbon fuel over consumption have been trumpeting? Putting aside the which side is which discussion for now, let’s just say that you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that you don’t light fires in a terrarium. How could all this discussion have been anything more than a counter productive waste of time if consumption is peaking right now? Which it most apparently is. The pro generating factions of this discourse can always have their doggon say, but is it really required to listen? The context alone is nothing more than hyperbole madness.

Hyperbole reporting madness in the context of climate control sounds like this bizarre pair of suggestions that the ecology is spared by both collecting solar energy AND dimming the sun. Interference with the exact solar source that is being popularly sold as the solution makes about as much sense as getting some trans-abled elective foot amputation right before a running race. Then getting a foot prosthetic to kick the ass of people that suggest the operation may have been premature. It’s this kind of madness that escapes scrutiny as continuing assaults of bizarre obviousness are jammed down are throats. “Everyone has the right join the running race!!” and “He felt alien in his own body.” are the kind of in your face statements of the obvious without a coherent link of purpose.

None of this would really matter much in a fairy tale, but the stakes are higher. Remarkably insipid regurgitation of virtue signaling, me first attitudes and finger pointing is interference. Who can’t find some self identifying feature of themselves that sets them apart from others? Combine that with the habit of making comparisons, picking out the features of others that make them different too, and the harmony of existence becomes static. In the static field there is a groping for purpose, meaning, and reason. Any resonance of climaxing thoughts, dreams, and expressions is damped down to an amalgam of inconsistencies that makes cosmetic surgery seem attractive, peace by superior force make sense, borrow your way out of debt viable, and AI smart. The pace, place, and path of cultural devolution is a function of scheming power groups that thrive on discordant waste. If one, or any, want for anything but waste, the suspicion of critical thought will be well to make its way through the cracks in the 21st century fraud firewall, and begin flooding the landscape with the songs of heart feeling, heritage, passion, and real.

Stories reach back into ‘history’ with affirming elements that underpin our here and now. Some of these stories are ingrained. Some are abstract reminders of stories once learned or remembered. An overwhelming majority of stories are completely unknown. From myths to tales, rumors and narratives, to news, and beyond a nearly infinite number of storylines go on with their own features without ever cracking the surface of greater awareness. Even stories that are well rehearsed and known have back-stories, satellites, and tangents that are emphasized, obscured, deleted, or distorted according to the will of the teller. Each one has a quantum reality associated with it. So, when some regurgitation is taking place of storylines we are not allowed to forget, a monocular reinforcement is happening. The metaphysic of the moment is chiseled into a grain of understanding that has a purpose for the ones doing the chiseling. This effect on perception reaches all the way into the main frame of genesis. The evolution of understanding very much appears to have atrophy. Critical thought, in vast areas, has been supplanted by untested quasi-cultural icons of, “I told you so.” How does an intelligent race make it from the discourse of Plato to not even knowing who Plato is? That’s just one example of how distantly detached from the rudiments understanding that can happen. This is an abstract cultural dusk. It is fascinating to witness. It’s also inviting a big time awakening. There’s likely to come a point at which Tesla is more about Nikola than an EV.

Think of everything as fiction, and see what resonates. Stories galore pour over us like we’re standing in the mouth of the Cave of the Winds. You try making sense out of this perpetual, massive, dump download reporting, news, and information.

To be continued…

The quantum nature of reality is becoming more and more intriguing. There are subjects that come up that seem, on their face, to be important. Research into them reveals details that also seem important. These are like stories, the elements of which seem like facts. Yet, the same story is thought of an entirely different way in other places. So, like who’s to really say?

I just took a drive. I took a drive through the Adirondacks last week. I was driving for a while, and spending time there when I got there. Spring had sprung. Life was moving, and with the exception of some residual snow in the shadows, all the ice was gone. Sunny, warm, and pleasant in this place where life is generally lived outdoors. No bugs. None. This is a most anomalous feature, this is one of the bug capitals of the world. The Insect Apocalypse headline from a few years back came to mind. I take a look at the front of the vehicle… Remarkably few dead ones on the front of the truck. Where are all the bugs?

I’m a staunch critic of the modern world, and the technologies associated with it, that I believe are doing harm. My buddy and I go back and forth all the time. I have the tendency to say that the sky is falling. I usually hear back that it’s not that bad. I don’t want to jump ugly with this guy, or anybody else for that matter, so I bite my tongue.”There are plenty of bugs down here.” , he says. Questions swim around the pool of my mind. What really does make up the world that’s being perceived? Does news of the world affect actuality? What about placebo, and the power of suggestion? Is the formulation of what is perceived personal? How distinct are reality bubbles? What are the boundaries and elements of our shared reality? How agreeable do we have to be? How much does a personal state of being effect the nature of the reality in which one resides? At the end of the question line I ask myself, Are we perceiving the same phenomena differently, or is what we are seeing actually different? All of a sudden the sense of need to have someone else recognize my view falls way off. The is a brave new version of live and let live.

A persuasive argument tactic of mine is to line up a series of headlines that support some element of the news world, collate the articles in a way that seems coherent, and then download them into someone’s inbox. So whether it’s the insect apocalypse, covert establishment of the Federal Reserve, lunacy of the official 9-11 story, corruption of the health care system, bastardization of our collective history, secrecy of bio-engineering, geo-engineering, and on, and on, I’m making what I always feel is a well supported argument. However, this whole mass of understanding is now up for grabs.

First of all, it is no fun to lower an informational boom on anyone. Gotta figure that we are all entitled to maintaining the trappings of our own space. Who really wants to honor personal liberty and trample it at the same time? Perhaps my delights and troubles are my own; shared or not. The version of every everything is an amalgam of expression catapulted through eternity with cosmic capacities of which only a scintilla can the processor of five senses refine. Hence, some kind of meditation which allows access to effective direct observation of the next scintilla of a greater reality previously not known at all. If nothing else the economy of attention, and the energies of it, can be used in some other way than to try to persuade anyone to see it this way rather than that.

I just met my cousin. We always greet each other with a quick hug. He says, “I’m not feeling well. I don’t want you to catch this.” A quantum notion crossed my mind. Why is it that sickness is contagious, and not wellness? With that came a fearless embrace.

As far as I can tell, human civilization has been faced with this persistent force endeavoring to dominate the earthen realm, and all its resources. So the modern story tracks back. Way back. There are monopolists among us. It has been the progress to monopoly that finds us in the modern world facing a continuous bombardment of leveraged messaging that works, big time, at pushing whole demographics into logjams of lost and/or mistaken identity, hyper fear, disjointed attitudes, and ferociously foolish conclusions. Messaging in the modern world has an aggressive inference of warning, warning, warning. Beware the sun, the economy, the enemy, the virus, the climate, the terrorists, cancer, shortage, politics, the A bomb, germs, beware, beware, beware. On top of all this info domination is the porno pushers full understanding of the psychosomatic and placebo effects of all this stimulus. This is a fear pornography era magnifique. It makes people sick, keeps them lost, and atrophies spirit potentials by interfering with, and handicapping, capacities for growth and development. There is a saving grace. Once this maelstrom is seen for what it is, the will to transcend this compartment of world domination becomes very strong, and the pushers of the hype turn to be pointing in a very effective direction; the exact way to not go. A big key component of this about face is take a deep breath of wellness, and don’t be afraid. Every problem has a solution.

You don’t have to be a meteorologist to see that storms don’t organize the same way long appeared to. We’ve been looking at weather maps our entire lives. Thanks to the news, and eventually the popular Weather Channel, weather maps have been in front of us just like the screen in the front of a class room all this time. Regular weather patterns are ingrained in a lot of us. The where’s, when’s, and how’s of the the blue H’s, red L’s, and front lines have become a sort of informal expertise about what to expect with impending forecasts, plans associated with them, and what weather events look like as they happen. It just became familiar. As weather reporting formulated into sensationalized hype, things changed. I know for myself, the combination of hype and inaccuracy prompted a stop. So, not unlike when you don’t see a kid for a while, the next time you see them they’ve changed a lot. So it is with these weather and radar maps that you see now. Through the end of winter/ beginning of spring here in the northeast of the US the images are an unrecognizable smudge of random, disorganized images. It’s a weather smear.

Weather reporting is officially entertainment in the modern world, so when meteorological terms fail, make more up. Like script writers in an echo chamber, forecast schedulers are forced into running up creative terminology. Programed puppets, aka meteorologists, reflexively spit out the what have you lately terms to describe unprecedented weather events. Terms like weather whiplash, ridiculously resilient ridge, snownadoe, fire weather, and who knows how many more imbecilic terms that are no more scientific than wet rain. All this flimflam comes pouring out the serfs of the corporate conglomerates targeting us with advisory hype. Sure enough, it’s snowing. Never mind that it’s 35 degrees F out there. The cotton ball like “flakes” are adding up. The frozen stuff is sloppy, wet, and heavy. It’s gross. Out of curiosity, I check the local radar. Ok?! There’s the map. There’s no organization at all. This is like a schizophrenic weather hack.

A non traditional river of meteorological flotsam lined up diagonally from the Gulf to Nova Scotia, is smearing randoms spots, and dots, of what must be some form or another of this same slop falling here. Meanwhile the hype sirens are screaming, “Snow in the spring time!!” Thoughts of artificial weather generation drape my mind. Inductions of moisture steered through the ether with injections of endothermic chemical seeds and blasts of microwave pulses tapping the water to ice-hail-crap drop offs. It is intriguing to see how far from natural these events have become, although it’s crushing to know how polluted it is. Ode to a chemical free minute or two. Seems like a lot to ask as we get rubbed with another weather smudge and smear.

I just saw a reasonably recent interview with a surviver of the nearly inconceivable psychological torture program, MK Ultra. I had not seen Cathy O’Brian since the MK-Ultra admissions of the mid 1990’s. She’s been healing. She is steady, together, and her message is strong. Liberty decimating mind control programming is on. It is on at scale. Predatory groups have worked through the ages to collect earth’s energies and resources for themselves. These, stop at nothing, parasites have leveraged trauma based mind control to secure their objectives, and the 20th century chapter of the experimentation, damage, and implementation is chilling. For a test subject of the experiment to survive is rare; to survive and gain access to their actual personality is doubly, or maybe ten times so. Her survival and subsequent witness, however, provides direct insight into the programming that we are being all exposed to. It’s like a wake up window. A window through which liberation can be accessed. Freedom, liberty, discernment, free thought, and choice hang in the balance. The message of hope O’Brian shared is that the perpetrators of these mind control crimes do not possess technologies that cannot be overcome, they are critically flawed, and ultimately the programming provides insight into life’s actual practice of promise which is love and compassion. The same mind control that the lifeless parasitic agents have been using to knuckle the population under with is actually waking many up.

Trauma shuts down the conscious mind. The sub conscious is then available for programming. To this end, current events are scripted, narratives are delivered, freedoms and liberties are commandeered and trampled. There is no expertise here on all the workings of MK Ultra and other liberty stripping programs, however, certain elements of evolution are hard to miss. The Anthropocene is the age of man. Brief as it may be, in what seems to be the life of the planet, it has manifested with certain features that fly in the face of the claims that high profile power playing societal leaders have made. Claiming that man will enhance and improve the quality of Creation has coincided with the Sixth mass extinction. Claims of increasing yield is coinciding with shortage. How long has the medical trumpet been sounding that there will be a cure for cancer and other ills only to have wards swollen with turbo cancers, freakish heart malfunctions, breathing imperatives, chronic neurological short circuiting, organ failures, and multi morbidities? The world is confronted with factions competing for full spectrum dominance, and throwing every technological control program into the breech. Everything in the known world is under the gun of an unrelenting, unrestrained, assault by self imposed authorities that clearly could care less if the remaining remnants of this once thriving bio-dome are anything more than any irradiated whisper of the fully climaxed canopy of life that actual liberty and freedom provide. Liberty and freedom is, but for the Grace of God, what these now impossible to miss programs have alertly provided the wake up call for. One by one by many are the ones that move from the oppression of most sinister suggestion, consider the source, and reclaim sovereignty.

The latest barbaric assault on the environment has just culminated in an unprecedented ice mess in the northeast of the US. While it pales to the devastating disasters in Kentucky, Tennessee, the Piedmont and the fire cataclysms that are eclipsing borders of belief, it does again indicate the over the top weather manipulation and eco assault being executed by the full spectrum dominance terrorists making the effort to control every element of everything. There is no place in the “known” earth realm that is not included in the targeting of war weather scheduling, and one glance at the sky when a scheduled “weather” event approaches is a radical demonstration of how furiously engineering work is being applied to make it happen as forecasted. The persistently inaccurate “forecasting” is so far gone that it is now necessary to report conditions on the ground that do not relate to what is actually on the ground. Case in point; the weather update for this latest debacle kept saying that there was snow accumulating in a heavy snow storm, but if you were outside on location you would be standing in an icy rain storm with this heavy, slippery, stuff spreading all around you. Over the years it began to seem as though “meteorology” had been reduced to looking out the window and making the forecast more like a report. Now that is even gone with the wind. As one milestone of detachment after the next passes, anyone following the direction that industrial misanthropes are pointing, are heading straight off the cliff of utter identity crisis.

Weather is the coalescing of collective consciousness. Like everything else interconnected, it is interactive. *Rain dances, Snow dance, Sun worship…* Ironic that there are reports of unprecedented haywire events taking place all overthrew world, and the weather has gone haywire too. All being driven by forces that don’t seem to stop for even a second. It’s always some alert that keeps you on the edge of your seat if you’re paying attention to it. Yet one alert doesn’t sync with the next, which doesn’t relate to the last. Everything goes haywire. This is all phenomena relating to the intentional interference signals and elements pumped into the natural and societal operating systems of our realm. So while all this informational mania proceeds unabated, perhaps it would be wise to take a quick timeout and consider whether or not living on the edge of the seat with near constant hype is really the way to go, nor not. One way or the other, the sun’s heat is getting hotter, the storms are freakishly churning, and the arctic gets inverted with snow falling above freezing. It’s telling us something for sure.

What has been, will be, and is is.

The ultimate conspiracy: Ourselves and the universe we’re in.