Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
It could be just me. Sometimes that's all it is. However... fortunately and unfortunately as well, that is not always the case, probably not even by half. There is this palpable sense of imminence in the air. It's been rising in recent days from about the level of a hummingbird's fart to an ocean roar. At the moment it's the ordinary sound of waves coming upon the beach, nothing spectacular or booming, as they sometimes are when the waves are a few meters high and come crashing upon the sand in a most convincing fashion.
This sense I'm getting is, like I said, of imminence and that implies something that would be imminent. It's not a looming specter kind of imminence, sometimes attended by clouds of war or... the image of ghost rider horseman, whose black steeds are stamping on the aethers, foretelling famine and pestilence and those other sidekicks, riding equestrian shotgun, along with hordes of wraiths and sundry trailing in the wake.
This particular imminence has a giddy surrealism to it, as if all those supernatural portents that have been heralded for so long and never arrived are finally, finally about to show up. On the day that The Harmonica Virgins arrived, I drove up and down the Hana Highway, hoping whatever it was would catch me in the act. I felt nothing. I saw nothing. I lack those New Age genes that make it possible for a person to simulate occurrence, in lieu of actual occurrence, which is a pretty nifty thing to have and which one is able to naturally manufacture, when authenticity is secondary to appearances in ones list of priorities. Regardless of that, nothing happened. Following that there was Y2K AND... nothing happened. Then there was 2012 AND... nothing happened. There might have been a few other signal cosmic events but none of those happened either, so far as I know. I think it's safe to say that nothing along these lines has yet happened. Nothing good has happened but there have been all kinds of bad events and pandemics of excess, just in case we were short on things to capture our attention.
The reason I say that this seems to be a positive imminence is because I am experiencing major upgrades on a positive level. Of course, simultaneously along with this, all kinds of truly awful things can come about. I'm thinking the whole thing is location specific and maybe, at the same time, mucho good and mucho bad can both come about in tandem... at a distance, except in those case where the good and the bad are standing close together and any of this actually applies to them anyway, which it does, which it does.
On the negative end we have burning questions like this one. Why are these plagues appearing all of a sudden? Why are there so many of them and why are all of them so virulent? The obvious answer is that those in control of the government are expediting the spread of these lab generated poisons for a particular purpose. What is that purpose? This we do not know; not exactly. We could speculate and come up with several purposes and intents but... is that all? I don't know.
What I know is that, given what I have seen, there is nothing so vile, craven or evil that they would hesitate a moment in performing it. Still furthermore, is it all a hoax? One can't help but wonder is it all a hoax? I don't know.
When The Truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears. At that juncture one can go skinny dipping in the pools of infinity and sunbathe on the rocks of time. In the meantime you got to slog through the mud of materialism; sucking at your ankles and trying to climb your legs as if it were a living thing, which, by this time it is ...in a shit golem sort of way.
I bring this up because I want to talk about this, once again, Mark Twain's line about statistics runs through my mind, “There are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics. No way do I believe that 1 in 5 women are sexually assaulted. It may not seem like a lot but it is. Imagine how stunned I was to find that this particular slant on the man woman dynamic was invented by a Tribe Member; Jaclyn Freidman. Her article called "My Sluthood, Myself" is pretty revealing. When you study the women's feminist movement you find that the leaders are mostly Tribe members, or gay, or both. This too is very revealing.
I'm sure when the Communist movement began, as all movements do from the ideological level, what was presented turned out to be very different from what happened. Today, that fatuous pseudo-intellectual, Bernard Levy talks one way and means another. Sartre used to hold forth in Parisian cafes and I'm guessing some of the upper crust of the Khmer Rouge did too. It's interesting how things come off the drawing board, in drawing rooms and cafes and then continue and continue until they permeate the medium they are after. This is what happened behind the cultural veil of Peace and Love in the '60's. Over the years I have watched it happen. I saw those types on university campuses. These days they are the professors; not all of them but certainly too many. Political Correctness is the same, whether it is the Khmer Rouge or any of the pennants that flutter and wave under the sign of it. Here is a contemporary example. The woman's face says it all.
The only reason that Political Correctness is not at the same level as the Khmer Rouge had it is that it hasn't evolved to that level yet. It is beyond debate who, what group, is behind these various movements and who gives them financial support. It's similar to when they lobby for and finance color revolutions and insurgent activity around the world. It's not like this is any big mystery. It's not like Little Georgie Soros is completely under the radar. Sure, 'their mass media' bought with extorted, central banking, ghost money bypasses him and sure, it paints all of these movements in a positive light. It's all about conditioning. The middle mass of the population is not very smart and possibly much less so these days. Regular media massage puts them in a relaxed frame of mind, sufficient for brainwashing. Sometimes it is the reverse of relaxed. Any halfway aware person can see through all of this in a heartbeat. Still... that would be a minority in today's intellectual climate.
So... maybe I'm not very nice bringing some of these things up but... by comparison with them I am as sweet as honey. This is how today's world comes across to the insightful. There is one promising note in all of this. It is visibly apparent that the world is out of balance and getting more so by the day and of one thing you can be absolutely certain; balance will be restored. Depending on just how out of balance things are at any particular location or time, upon that rests the severity of the necessary readjustments. As Lao Tzu says, “for a time bad men may press forward and prosper,” 'For a time'... and the whole point of all of that is to give ample time for the susceptible to align with the downward course, or for those whose intelligence immune system makes it possible for them to walk the spiral in the other direction. What is is. What is not is not. People can argue till the end of time about which is which. It changes nothing in the most important sense. Either you draw close to reality or you depart from it ...and as for the later, some form of self interest is always the cause. It makes you wonder, “is that really self interest?” In a way I suppose it is, if you're bat shit crazy. Things will turn out right when the time comes for it.
"This is the time of the death of empires....
In times of global decline one can tell where they are by how steep the descent is at whatever point a measurement is taken. Another sure indicator is how many barbarians are already through the gate. There are all kinds of digression markers, such as the mental and physical health of the populations; take a look around. The intelligence level of the entertainments and the entertainers is a good indicator. The level of police presence, in tandem with the level of government corruption; is... (drum roll) off the charts. I could go on but you can fill in the blanks. Now that I think about it, there are a great many blanks to be filled AND they are being filled by, what else? They are being filled by the objects of desire. There is a vast and interconnected 3D printer that is set to Turbo Shake n' Bake and it is 24/7 cracking out 57 colors of day glo shit. Real shit in, de-natured and pasteurized shit out.
Anything you want goes into the hopper as raw ingredients and comes out the other end all shiny and opalescent; done up in hard plastic, shrink wrapped to where you can cut yourself and bleed to death if you're not careful. They got everything in every size and shape. They got things you can hump and things that will hump you and there are legions, legions and legions of professional voyeurs that you can hire to come in and watch you for those special youtube and Instagram moments, hashtag #humptownCharlieBrown. They got something for every need and needs that get filled before you become aware of them and then? Then you gots to have one.
You can tell it's getting close to the edge, of whatever it is getting close to the edge of, when both crime and varieties of insurrection are everywhere to be found because singular moneyed interests have hung Joe Public out to dry. Well... what do you expect? Joe Public got wet and stepped on a live wire, short circuiting his brain. It looked so much like scrambled eggs that the pathologist ordered sides of hash browns and bacon before it occurred to him that he was talking into the autopsy mike. Then the shocker! “Wait a minute, this guys not even dead.” “How can he not be dead when his brains are in the weighing pan over there?” “Well... I'm guessing he hasn't had any need for them and so it made no difference when we took it out.” Okay... that makes sense.
You can tell it's getting near the edge of whatever it is getting near the edge of when millions of people are being displaced around the world and most people don't give a shit one way or the other. You can tell it's getting there when those displaced people start getting whipped into armies by bankers looking to make a few bucks. Then they get faced off against whatever military is looking to test their new weaponry. You can tell it's about to roll over, into who knows what, when human life doesn't mean very much unless we're talking about your own.
You can tell all kinds of things, should it so happen that you care to, though most people don't. Most people are so sidetracked, so self involved, or so riveted on some trivial pursuit or another that you kind of have to hit them on the head with a piece of lumber several times to get their attention which is only going to result in, “Whut? Whut?” Whut indeed.
Armies are rising up in desolate places and marching on population zones where occupying armies protect stolen resources and applied hegemony. These armies have been cobbled together by those interests who employ the armies they fight against. Somehow this makes sense. You kind of have to be a businessman or a banker to get it. I don't. I think it's the same dynamic where Evil picks up an automatic and then shoots itself in the foot. It makes perfect sense to Evil at the time. Later on it looks like Bozo in the house! But... at the time... uh huh. This is what you get when, instead of using math as a neutral science that accurately computes whatever you're computing; should that be the effect you're after... instead of that you take the science and warp it so that it funhouse mirrors the equations the way you want them.
All of this is a product of, “where there is a will, there is a way”. This is exemplified by the Israelis, whose motto is, “If if doesn't work, use force and if that doesn't work, use more force.”
You have to know that critical mass is just about as close as close can be to taking off its clothes and dancing on the table, for however long it takes for the EMTs to show up and take it to Bellevue. They got undercover cops hanging out in the public toilets of NYC restrooms looking for guys who shake their dicks before putting it back in their pants. This is insane....