Category: metaphysics

The suggestion that there should be any resuscitation, cultivation, or continuation of the industrial processes that have been in practice during the industrial revolution is, in one person’s view, totally absurd. The trajectory of the results which are following in the wake of this kind of progress look devastating. A simple search of a quick random three brief subjects regarding the current state of nature came back punctually and hard. Bird population, insect population, and ocean dead zones were the three searches. In order, Nearly 3 Billion Birds Gone, A new study finds deep, long-term losses across virtually all groups of birds in the U.S. and Canada, CornellLab, The Collapse of Insects, The most diverse group of organisms on the planet are in trouble, with recent research suggesting insect populations are declining at an unprecedented rate, Reuters, Ocean Dead Zones: A Growing Crisis Beneath the Waves, oceansresearch.com. Each of these, and more, reports become more dire the deeper you dive. There is handwriting all over the wall. Look! Where is this reality really going? Where in the heck do we think this is going?

The Industrial Age has been a securities and bankers bonanza of exploitation and abuse. It doesn’t matter how many unfulfilled promises turn to ashes. Bombardment of the masses with intense propaganda over generations has crippled discernment, quarantined effective criticism, and compounded cognitive dissonance. It looks like outrage or apathy for much of today’s citizenry. Outrage is a barrier against understanding. Apathy is just this side of doom. The modern malaise of the human mind is a graphic demonstration sense corrosion. We’re collectively being herded off a cliff, don’t see it and don’t care. To say that this entire paradigm requires some severe re-evaluation is a goofy understatement. To go on like this, however, seems like little more than suicide on an installment plan. You wanna talk about asleep at the wheel!? We’re all walking around commenting on gaslit global warming, political idiocy, sports games, terrorism, and the weather for crying out loud. All the while, we are in a severe civilizational place in which we not just depend on exhausted resources, we demand them. At this rate there will be no way to make an emergency crash landing. It’s just going to be a crash.

Maybe a kind of controlled fall can happen, so that something other than dead everything may result. The hope here is that there may be some quantum relief associated with the fact that not everyone has a “grind it up till it’s gone” attitude. The people making real sacrifices of their own consumption, and not dismissing the ideas of free energy suppressed technologies may burgeon a consciousness which can serve as an exit avenue from this carbon based fuel insistence. The masters of the Industrial Age paradigm are always using the petroleum standard of living lever to hold general society over a barrel (No pun intended) They are not going to yield. So, pumping oil, and banking the loot, will not screech to halt, but the demand for the current standards might. Sooner or later, this has to become a people’s choice on balance with the natural disaster that, right now, is all but impossible to miss.

Speaking of impossible to miss. There are modern world events happening that seriously challenge the boundaries of sanity. The glaring incoherence that societal leaders are demonstrating right now is stunning. For example, in the United States there is a recent executive order to push the production and distribution of glyphosate. This order is being supported by a person, also working in the federal government, that previously sued the companies that produce glyphosate over the illnesses the product causes. That suit resulted in the companies paying out like $270 million in damages. Not only do these mutually exclusive facts exist simultaneously, the companies that produce glyphosate are publicly preparing for future compensations costing in the billions. Talk about in your face!? Anyone, really anyone, paying any attention to this announcement, and making any kind of connection of one and the other, would be hard pressed to not scratch their head. Would it rally matter how brainwashed, or braindead, you were? The now advanced evolution of the Industrial Age is falling on its face. It’s impossible to miss. These puppet people in positions of modern world political favor are apologists for the brutally failed industrial world living standard.

Thanks to the technological age overlapping the industrial, a complexity of confusion has gone exponential. Thankfully leaders are failing as fast as the system they are trying to perpetuate. The train of modern society has run out of track. It’s off the tracks, but still rumbling. A discursive of the wizardry the draconian overlords that have insisted on running the world into ruin can wait. For now, suffice it to say that there is no more question, really, where the modern industrial, technological, world is going. It has fallen like Chicken Little’s sky. It is dire. Every end is a new beginning. Moving on.

Things are changing a bit; quite a bit. The daily race pace is slowing. Stopping one morning after completing some ordinary task, like taking out the garbage, I sat. A sense of settling was happening while sitting in a chair by the cellar door in this quiet old home. It was calm and quiet. The floor, walls, windows, ceiling, and doors all appear comfortably familiar. There’s a resting. Without any notice or signal the shoulders relax. The entire body soothes a fluid sensation at rest. Novel comfort. No motion. No need. The air becomes sense-able. The air is touching me with an amiable pressure. I can feel it. It is still. There is a stillness. I get the sense that the stillness is intentional. Everything is at rest in it. I arrived in a place I did not know existed. I’ve heard about the still point. I understand it to be a fundamental feature and fixture of reality. Everything feels whole, complete. Is this an immovable something in which things are grounded? It has me. The sense of okay ness sky rockets. Nothing is out of place. Random sounds break the silence, but nothing disturbs it. Could this is be the transcendental extension of the Eternal; the stillness of the still? There’s no reason to move at this point. A type of involuntary meditation carried the moment. Without losing coherence or context of the verities of my own existence, facts of life didn’t seem right, wrong, unnecessary, in, or out of place. What I would now refer to as a relationship with awareness of is and isn’t comes on. Without disturbance my now comfortable body stands. The intentional standing and subsequent motion is involved with, and in, a stillness field of capacities that make me wonder. The return is awesome in that there doesn’t appear to be resistance inside me to getting right with what is.

Reconciliation of confusion and chaos can be challenging. Discerning what is the next thing to do and/or say can be confounding. Knowing/caring whether or not something is helpful or hurtful is often an unconscious guess. Guarding my own self interest without considering a balance with the greater good is a difficult attitude to escape. There’s an unconsciousness component about life and living that may very well have a life of its own. Some unconscious mindless reactions to existential stimuli that are based on programming, both genetic and installed, that has never been critically evaluated. How does one begin to account for that? How often it seems like a very common response to fixing, gaining, achieving anything is too hurry up. “We’ve got to get to this right away.” Hence an accelerating pace of reaction time, internet speed, gratification, response, answers, and the subsequent activity to bring get results. Heaven forbid that the results are not satisfactory. Now this situation needs to be straightened out even quicker. A manifestation of this may be the oft surprisingly long Amazon return line down at the local Staples. How long before I’m failing on a George Jetson high speed dog walking treadmill that sucks me under, and reduces me to chasing my one tail as fast as possible with no relief in sight? The metaphor for the modern age might as well be Ritalin. The only stillness in this equation may very well be a full stop at the end of a dead end.

“The faster we go, the rounder we get.” – That’s it for the Other One, Grateful Dead. How spun out would I like to get? It has never been a primary objective of trying to keep up with the rat race, and with that said it still gets mad hectic. With a novel calling for calm, I think I’ve heard the no call calling from stillness. With a motionless move towards a rumored eternal ground, everything freezes. Gong… Slow down. You’ll get there faster.

There? Where? I wonder…

The Atomic Cafe is a gripping film and a gruesome comedy. The documentary is a compilation of artifacts that have been used to allay national fears of apocalyptic doomsday devices. The Atomic Cafe may not provide the same satirical grin that Dr. Strangelove does, however, it does initiate ponderous wonder of how determined some are too anesthetize the masses into consenting to their own demise. The legend, and evolution, of pro nuke propaganda has effectively, and successfully, brought about an almost universal tacit consent, not to mention, malaise of “who cares” that objectively dismisses the radical toxicity of the entire nuclear option. Perhaps the preeminent metaphor for terrestrial termination, the nuclear bomb.

Joseph Campbell pointed out the destructive, technological, and impersonal power represented by the nuclear weapon has an antidote. The Grateful Dead, and the community of fans are “the answer to the atom bomb”. In this, the culture phenomenon of music enthusiasts that dedicate themselves to staying involved with the roots and rituals of together life / living performance art becomes its own metaphor. The Grateful Dead experience runs deep with connectivity. American and world musical heritage permeates the material. The diversity, universality, and intimacy of the songs, structures, and organically free forms tug at personal and collective DNA in ways that are perpetually novel to discover. One may likely find themselves in the music that is finding itself in us. We do this together collectively alone and together. It is no wonder that the Dead musical catalogue is among the most played, most referenced, and most relied on. The Grateful Dead’s founders came from different parts of American musical tradition. The amalgam, that is us, may get sensed and felt. In it is a connection the Bomb can’t blow apart. It is constructive, organic, and personal with resonant frequencies that transcend apparent differences. Mystically, community is spawned with memories we don’t know we have, spontaneities that defy restriction, liberties rooted in justice, and freedoms that can’t be contained.

The modern world has its fair share of high profile public figures telling us either what we need to do, or what they are doing in our name. Despicable reprobates running around talking about ‘what’s right” while making casual references to termination devices and nuclear weapons; not to mention covering up secretive savage depravity. The uneasy feeling associated with riding on a bus being driven by blind drunk madmen racing to doom keeps intensifying. Ya know what? What if you’re not the kind of person that’s willing to sign off on this modern insistence of impersonal hostility? It wouldn’t so serious, perhaps, if all the vulgar order givers were quarantined into a cell in which they feed on each other. These heads of modern world governments and corporations, however, are exercising some bizarre expanse of their own permission to mess with us. This corporate industrial insistence that technology is the path to higher living standards is a paradigm that can crack, for whatever that’s worth. Transcend the device of doom.

In a sense, the atomic age has served a real purpose. It has shown in stark relief what may, very well, be the last thing to do. Since the genie is out of the bottle, there’s no choice but to work with it. Hence, the ritual, the dance, the Dionysian creativity crack, and the Grateful Dead. Music matters in a myriad of sources and forms. This Dead vintage is thankfully widespread. The tunes are serving, fracturing time, and creating bubbles of space in which disorder blown apart and reassembled in present tense. Members of societies and communities are like cells in a body. Who’s to say there can’t be a healthy cell in a sick body? The choice of illness and wellness can be quite tricky. Yet, there’s nothing too tricky about streaming roots American music, or heading down the path of world heritage music chasing out a lead. It is out there to be found.

• Maybe you’ll find direction / Around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you -Box of Rain

The cultural and musical phenomenon that is The Grateful Dead is deep, and deeply rooted. The reverberations of the group’s impact ripple through our whole culture’s body; resonating with many. As evidenced by the hundreds, if not thousands, of bands that are dedicated to playing the songs the band immortalized, and Dead-ifying a bunch more. The mystique, intrigue, and openness of the Dead art form lends itself to a freedom of expression that never stops opening. Hence, it often feels new in spite of overlapping familiarity. It’s the music, and it’s alive.

There’s a community that grew up around the music, and the band. The Deadhead community might be a bit of a sleeper in its reach and scale. The community goes far and wide with an organic interconnectedness manifest as a unified group that is very likely to all at once stop at certain moments; like when the first chords of Eyes of the World, Goin’ Down the Road, St. Stephen… get heard. There are always people listening for this sound. A lot of us seek it out, often returning to the people and places where we’ve found it. It’s dance music. It’s rock and roll. It’s rooted in American musical heritage, out of The Beat Generation, opened in a cultural renaissance, and has big staying power. There’s no doubt the music has real value in recorded ways, however, its premium is as a performance art form. Among others, there is a group out there right now that is raising the music terrifically well. They’ve been playing together now for a couple-three years, and they just had a coming out party.

I got tipped off to Shakedown Citi about a year ago, and first saw them at Garcia’s in The Capitol Theatre, Port Chester NY, January 29, 2025. There was a small crowd there. I’m not good with numbers. Maybe there were 50 or 75 people in the club. Either way, they got ready. Without much to do they leaned into The Golden Road. Ironically, the first tune I hear them play also happens to be the first track on the first Grateful Dead album. A little serendipity, and the wheel keeps right on turning. It clicked. I was conscious of not emotionally jumping the gun, however, these guys were not three songs into the set, and they had my attention. The tightness of the group, the choice of songs, the ability of these players, and their “fingers on a hand” cohesion as an ensemble was unmistakable. And did they jam?!?! By the set break I’m pinching myself. These guys are freakin’ great! It happens to have been right space/right time for this music head. It was a little surprising to see people leave. In the head, I’m thinking, “Where are you going?” It was hard to figure. By the time it was all said and done, it was like the band had emptied the tank. It was a great rock and roll performance. It was authentic, rigorous, spontaneous, and excellent. I don’t want to exaggerate but there were like a dozen of us left, maybe 15. It was astonishing how few people were left in Garcia’s. Total head scratcher. I’m thinking people on the sidewalk would hear it and come in, not be in here and split. Whatever…. For what it’s worth, thanks to the ultra small crowd, I had chance to kind of introduce myself to these guys. I let them know how much I thought about what they were doing. They seemed like interesting people, easy to talk to, with a lack of pretense that was quite endearing. Nice guys to meet.

2025 has been an exceptionally good year for performance art. Shakedown Citi is a big part of that. Up and down the Hudson Valley, and into Connecticut the path has wandered. From the groovy Lark Hall in Albany, down through Woodstock and Marlboro, to Beacon, back to Garcia’s with an excursion to Robin’s backyard in rural CT, and to the neat Infiniti Hall in Hartford it’s been a great year. There were no really big crowds or swelling rooms. The Falcon and Colony Theaters, however, later in the year began to have some stronger people pulse. It says something about these guys that they never mailed one in that I saw. They never frowned, and never took their collective foot off the accelerator. That’s really right on.

A couple of weeks ago in Beacon NY, at The Towne Crier, we caught up with them again. There was a pretty damn noticeable anticipatory buzz leading up to the show. You could feel it. Shakedown Citi hit the floor running again with Hell in a Bucket, and didn’t look back. Joy, interest, and moments, if not periods, of bliss happens during these performances. Twice, there was this roaring collective response to climaxes in the jam. One with the soaring Big Railroad Blues crescendo after the tune had slid neatly in out of Looks Like Rain, and again when the music blasted back into Terrapin Station out of the Terrapin Suite . The performance finished up with a buzz. Brooklyn Bowl on the horizon. It turned out to be a let’s go, let’s go week. Some of that touring with The Dead cadence was back. Saturday we made our first trip to the bowling alley/music club in Brooklyn.

Sometimes things are just right on. There was a very good feel to the scene down there. The logistical wrinkles of finding our way into the bowling ally, in the busy borough, seemed to iron themselves out. Most everything about the setting seemed like a ready welcome. The juxtaposition of numbers in attendance was fun to see. There was a real party atmosphere. High vibes of interest, curiosity, and some wonder created a real event feel. We know some people in the band and community. It was cool to see who we did. DJ Cheetatah was a smiling, sparkly, happy, groove spinner, mixing souinds along the way. Mitch and Snake warmed up with Readicculus. That group was Phishing, and didn’t hold anything back. Ready, ready, and more ready energy, excitement. Shakedown Citi full in the moment. Those guys seemed right in their element, and if they didn’t deliver?! Great rock and roll show! This is why we do it, have done it, and, God willing, will continue too. It’s alive! The music truly has never stopped. You never know who’s going to be feeling it. Right now The Grateful Dead musical catalogue is being tapped by some seriously excellent musicians that clearly love music, get off on the vibe, find creative ways to jam through the groove, and do some of the best music ever serious justice by playing the hell right out of it. Fare the very well. That was as crafty as a 7-10 split and as righteous as a strike. Strike! Strike!

Word… Rest In Peace Bobby Weir

Like an angel standing in a shaft of light / Rising up to paradise, we know you’re gonna shine! -Estimated Prophet. Bob Weir / John Barlow

For discussion sake, let’s say there is a perceptible world about us. It has many features, some organic and some man made, ranging from the immediate first hand stuff to stuff that is separate by degree (things we’ve learned and heard about). It’s all in this spectacle of what might be called reality. Some things happen, some things are, and events of the spectacle stream through, what is commonly referred to as, time. At any point in life, an existential amalgam founds points from which all this is perceived, as well as, considered. All points of view change and the reconsideration of things is always taking place in a type of existential flux. It turns out that the reality being perceived is a function of those involved with it. Control the perceiver and reality is under control. The magnitude of this math is immense.

For eons there have been manipulators in the midst of the living here in the realm of earth. There is always, it seems, those that want more than their fair share. A classic means of securing this indulgence is to manipulate situations. Species, including human, may live, and have lived, in a preeminently harmonious balance with nature, but there are agents, and agencies, within those species that are animated by an end justifies the means spirit that is self serving, and can be vicious. It’s a good question as to whether or not human beings are actually capable of the brutal acts of inhumanity that are so casually described in the history books, and news, however, most of the characters that show up in pictures, films, and reports of stuff like medicine, politics, religion, and war, appear to be humans. Either way, there is dynamic control programming and manipulation that’s hard to miss. Control agents have no shame; zero. Minus zero if that’s possible. The nearly irreconcilable incoherence for the descriptions, explanations, instructions, and orders that are provided through legislation, news reports, and official doctrine is breath taking. It serves, however, as an intense series of examples of how effective the control of perception can be with controlling what seems to be real. War stories are rife with examples of this.

If it were possible to parachute in on any time in human history, war and conflict among people would be happening somewhere. Perhaps there is a progression of war intensity in human history. That’s a subject for another time. Right now, the galactic level collective mind manipulation overhaul event of September 11, 2001 will serve as a case in point. As the imperialistic disaster of invasion unfolded after 9-11, there was a catch phrase hit the lexicon; Support the Troops. This cheap attempt divert attention away from the agents that were ordering the tragic advance of ‘the troops’ to the fate of these same soldiers with yellow ribbon stickers and magnets that were FOR SALE at every dollar store and convenience mart all over the U.S.A. was happening at the same time these same troops were given depleted uranium ammunition to use during the battles of the occupation in Iraq. The troops themselves were exposed to the radioactive contamination that the ammo produced. So, exactly what kind of support are we talking about? Of course it doesn’t stop here. Pat Tillman is regarded as nothing short of a national hero. There’s no encouragement to drill into the story of his demise though. Tillman responded to the call of his conscience. He basically retires from the NFL to join the army. After deployment he recognizes the discrepancy between why he’s there, and what is actually happening. His inability to reconcile this difference is now affecting that same conscience to blow the whistle. Next thing you know, he’s killed by ‘friendly fire’. The super sketchy reports about the incident that left him dead won’t quit. There’s just as much reason to believe that Tillman was assassinated as not. Either way it was not so friendly ‘friendly fire’. This guy played football in Arizona. What happens the next time the Super Bowl is played there? By the way, Tillman’s image is memorialized in a bronze statue right at the stadium. The broadcast of the game uses a tribute video of the vanquished hero to further promote the nobility of the ‘defense of freedom’. This is strong story of twist, propaganda, and mind bending control. Thinking this through is a metaphysical proposition.

Dylan’s Ballad of a Thin Man has never seemed so poignant. “You know something is happening, but you don’t know what it is…” Thanks to generations of manipulation, by graduated agents of domination and control, what’s apparently real in the world is un-critically allowed to swirl as incoherent chaos. Many are walking around with the idea that humanity is the pinnacle of evolution while the environment all around caves in. Report after report after report comes in describing post peak resource necessities from pollution free power alternatives, to clean water shortage, and societal and environmental instability everywhere. The message has been out there for a while now that artificial intelligence will surpass human intelligence. (Seems like kind of a low bar in ways.) Yet, with all the conservation rhetoric regarding shrinking resources, what is the AI case? Not only does AI’s mainframe demand more power than most any other existing systems, AI has more power demands than can be provided. It doesn’t require a brain surgeon to see that an artificial system conjuring up a detailed virtual reality is a grand perception manipulation/reality device. A bit of potential advice; stop, step back, try to clear the sense, and take another look.

You raise up your head and you ask, “Is this where it is?” / And somebody points to you and says, “It’s his” / And you say, “What’s mine?” and somebody else says, “Well, what is?” / And you say, “Oh my God, am I here all alone?” / But you know something is happening and you don’t know what it is / Do you Mr. Jones?

-Bob Dylan Ballad of a Thin Man

Often he would wonder. Is this really happening? Is Earth an isolated planetary terrarium rotationally rotating and translating through an enigmatically packed vacuum of hostile radiation? How much loss of life is there with the Sixth Mass Extinction? Can it be that we’re in a terminal condition, and in an isolated cosmological spot; lost in space? It seems so unlikely that this would be happening, however, there are so many inhumane elements of world history, so many reports of toxicity, terrifically awful stewardship, and so much evidence of anti social foul play that going dead in the barren cosmic radiation field of space seems like it could actually happen. This is a desolate mind place to be. He had to at least look for some hope, healing, reconciliation, adaptation, accuracy, bliss, and growth. Some alternatives to the apparent overwhelming madness. What, he continued to wonder, is really going on?

In lieu of an extended metaphysical breakdown he decided to try to keep the memories and reflections brief. It was a sense of dread that was prompting the effort to find alternatives to demise. All the research into alternative versions of history, astrology, spirituality, quantum reality, and existence settled into a current body of awareness. Try to stop the mind, clear the senses, and tune in to the immediate. What is? What really is?

Presently he sought out his spirit guide. It had been reasonably short amount of time that he had been getting guidance from the Dee. It had been a riveting calm that had drawn him to solicit help from this guy. With subtle and seemingly unpretentious alacrity the Dee shared insight, wisdom, and what seemed to be prayers in response to inquiry and discussion. The sensitivity of the Dee’s mood alerted him to the idea that this man had been through some heavy stuff. As their time together grew it became apparent there had been some kind of psych anxiety had happened. Had the Dee been psychologically disabled? Maybe. The present conversation paused. He looked into his new guides eyes. He saw it in his guides eyes. He’s a survivor.

Ironically the present search for hope had hit home even before he consciously started it. Deep in the twinkling eye of this older gentleman there was promise. He sensed that the Dee had seen to the limits of tolerance; some irreconcilable witness that can crack people. Whether from within, or without, a gory reality had foisted itself on the Dee. You could see it in his eyes. This guy had made a comeback. When he made eye contact with his guide, it was a calm steady spirit looking back at him with a gaze of enlightened survival. Back from the brink of cataclysmic destruction, and sharing a very blissful soft serene grin. It shows in the pools of another’s soul. Back from the edge of who knows how close to over.

Not every bit of modern world news is dire. Plenty is though. When the hard stuff hits home he starts bumming out, pessimistically burdened, sad, mad, and down. With a look into the eyes one that surely seems to have absorbed, processed, and endured a worst his heart grows again with revival that is supported by much of the his more esoteric study. Lest one forget, every end is a new beginning. The path to wellness won’t always obvious, but it is there. He saw it in the eyes another.

There is a numbing superficiality associated with so much reporting. It’s like everything is happening in a vacuum. There’s a persistently missing journalistic connection to the greater narrative whole which provides context, relevancy, coherence, and sense of what otherwise looks to be random happening. At the end of the day, it would not be big a surprise to know that there are not a lot of people paying attention to reports about stratospheric, or ionospheric heating. A passing CNN reader, however, might just have their eyes fall on this headline, ‘A polar vortex disruption is on the way, and its magnitude is almost unheard of in November.’ Apparently this geophysical phenomena is coming about due to a Sudden Stratospheric Warming event. Stop. Then this quote from the same article, “Scientists are still trying to figure out why these warming events happen,” Stop. My question would be, “Which scientists?” There is known technology that heats layers of the atmosphere. Next question, “Is that technology on?” The technology itself might be kind of rocket science, but the line of questioning isn’t. The reader of this story might very well come away thinking that it might be colder for couple days. There’s no more to it than that, or is there?

HAARP was established in 1993. That’s old news. The fact that it’s not the only high frequency active auroral research program on earth is deeper news. The movie Holes in Heaven was done in 1998. That’s old news. Information about scientific research taking place in the atmosphere is no surprise, although some of the capacities, effects, and scale, of that research might be. This basic information detailing equipment used to do energetic research in the atmosphere is established and long discussed by people that study it, create it, and use it. It appears as though it is reporters job to ignore it.

As an armchair geophysicist I remember reports through the years of phenomena that gets reported on with geophysical happenings. For instance, in May of 2011 the MIT Technology Review reported that the Atmosphere Above Japan Heated Rapidly Before M9 Earthquake. The same earthquake that devastated Japan, and sent a swamping tsunami onto Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant. This is after the DEMETER spacecraft detected radio frequency anomalies over Haiti right before it got blasted with the 2010 quake. In June 2024 phys.org reported, Satellite data reveal anomalies up to 19 days before 2023 Turkey earthquake. Does anyone think to mention any of this as they are reporting on the Sudden Stratospheric Warming, or SSM (like using an acronym makes it scientific)? It’s actually quite ridiculous when you realize that these anomaly dots actually connect themselves, and the only way to not recognize that is by intentional effort. As matter of fact, NASA reported last year A Series of Rare Disturbances in the Stratosphere disturbing the polar vortex over Antarctica. Does any of this have anything to do with the South Atlantic Anomaly, or SAA (what a joke)? Ultimately it would be difficult tell what is related to what while we have a disastrously distracted front page journalism crew doing little more than crafting extended tabloid headlines. So while the sycophantic posse of so called science journalism reporters prepare for the next scientific anomaly quiz, puzzling the ‘experts’, how about applying some critical questioning for a minute? What is the relationship of all this geophysical phenomena? How do they relate? How are they connected? On our premium superficial level those questions might appear speculative. On another level they could be recognized as… logical.

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.