The Aristogods

Captain Jaffa won't get prosecuted for being a pedo and covering it up by killing another pedo in prison. His simps run the system right now. If we don't start up French Resistance tactics, nothing will change. But I would rather fart in Der Fuehrer's Face and all his religious simps simultaneously plus all monotheism simps everywhere worldwide. If you can't handle official blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, keep reading anyway because fuck you, simp.

I'm tired of Humanity's current XY scumbag power system so here's a joke.

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Once upon a time, the Holy Spirit gave Jesus a reach around while sucking on Jehovah's tiny penis. Then Jesus came and started sucking the Holy Spirit's cock hard because it was long and pencil thin. Then Jehovah came in the Holy Spirit's mouth hard, even though his cock was tiny, and twenty gallons of god spooge covered the Holy Spirit's face. 

Jesus wasn't done yet so Satan came in wearing leather chaps and nipple clamps, tied Jesus up and pounded his ass with a vibrating red leather dildo.

Then Moses showed up and asked if he could join in and the Holy Spirit said, no bitch, we're a thrupple. Go suck Allah's cock. So Moses dropped his jock strap from out his robes and yelled for Allah. Allah showed up and his twin brother Jehovah said 'hey bitch, you're gorgeous', while wiping drippy spooge from under his holy nuts. Moses dropped to his knees because his ancient dick never got hard any more and started sucking Allah's tiny cock hard, and Muhammad walked in the room, saw what was going on and started crying. 

Allah turned to him and said Don't feel bad, you were too young for me to pound your ass earlier. And Muhammad said Just because I'm the chosen one doesn't mean I didn't know you were a pedo. I'm already a pedo, so it doesn't matter, I've been a dancing boy marrying 6 year old girls since 470 AD.  So Muhammad whipped his fat Arabian dick out and started pounding Allah's ass with no god lubricant. Then the Holy Spirit chimed in, I'm a pedo too! I love orphanages and residential schools!

Shiva walked in, saw what was going on and walked out because he likes pussy and gets it because he's nice to Parvati. He told Siddhartha what was going on and Siddhartha observed it bemusedly for 30 seconds. Then all Siddhartha's monks started jerking off and Siddhartha left Club Archon disappointed in them.

After they all finished jizzing and filling the firmament with spooge and war blood they all raised their fists and cried "Patriarchy!" 

Ba dum tss 

Disability Access vs. Dalit Patel

Franchise fuel stations by law must have restrooms accessible for the disabled. Local Mr Patel disagrees with this, and plays dumb with a locked gate or locked access doors to 2 luxurious restrooms meant only for his own. 

Today while running errands was the third time my Code Red diabetic a$$ has begged Mr Patel to provide access while he played stupid. 3 trips to the back with "no it is open or someone is just in there" and I finally slammed my hand on the door repeatedly to prove no one was in there. The first two times the chain link gate was actually locked and Patel shrugged and walked away.

Next time he's earning his diesel commission with Dalit work cleaning up around his restroom access if it's too Dalit for him to use 409 and paper towels daily in a legally required public bog. If he sues me for using his gas station wall, I'll sue for lack of disabled accessibility with no public restrooms for 10 miles in all directions. 

If Patels had a family motto it would be "We are not Dalit and don't you forget it". Meanwhile the rest of us with a little humility own up to our own Dalit work, because this is America. Clean where you crap, Bhuti. No wonder Siddhartha thought it was all bullshit 2500 years ago. It's still bullshit. If your lame excuse is rural smackheads, install blue lights for invisible veins and wipe a gotdamn toilet. Or don't buy a franchise bodega with bad fried chicken and talk like you're the diesel king of Sassafras County because you could only afford a franchise loan and not medical school. 

Sudden business idea: "Rent-A-Dalit" gas station service, except charge $350 a week per Patel for daily bog maintenance, let them yell at you about it while collecting, make a mint setting aside your pride at Bhuti's expense, and buy a bigger house than his.

Because, well, again...this is America. 

The Truth About the TERF Wars

 It amazes me how much frightening blatant misogyny and violent porn gets posted on Reddit. Then I suggest in 4th wave feminism that the real solution to the terf wars is creating an equipment only based group safe space trauma option. Basically just permitting certain  external-equipment-restricted venues for making safe women's SA and DV trauma support (that doesn't at all exclude fully transitioned XY, internalized intersex and XX mtf). 

And I got a 7 day ban for hate speech (LOL.) in the violent, pornographic, androcentric dick positive anus of the Internet, (4chan excepted which is the pit of the worst). Because MtFs are never the problem: trolls are the problem. 

Trolls will scream identity rights from the rooftops for lulz, to torment feminism and divide/conquer, without taking a single estradiol/progesterone pill to start the actual damn journey, and who get off on threatening any feminists with social death if there's any argument with their troll-generated, fake, uncounseled, unprescribed, unsupported female identity declarations.

You have no idea how many bald, greasy, ball scratching skidmarks have told me in my twenties and thirties that they were lesbians trapped in a man's body. This does not make them lesbians, but it makes them jealous. Fast forward 25 years and they have found a community of bearded, ball scratching lesbians online.

I've had feminists on Facebook actually threaten my life for stating the need for safety clarification in select spaces, out of their own fear of ostracization from these trolls.

Due to this I have pretty much sussed that I am that one person who can actually get banned for hate speech on 4chan. The chainsaw gore porn r*pe fantasy core of the Internet. Because men basically want to rule feminism and I say NO, in some cases, external crotch equipment free safe spaces are important too. As important as having gun free venues in a 2nd Amendment country.

I find this hilarious. To trolls, I'm basically the ultimate enemy, and I'm being followed and doxxed as such, when actual terrorists already know that doxxing me is hilarious and fruitless. It's me ruling them and sucking time off their tiny and, frankly, worthless lives.

MtF trans are people with the right to exist. I would never argue with this, and in genuine cases, this is absolute.

Trolls are not.

Until trolls die out, biological women who have experienced violence coming from the 95% statistic of violence gender, have the right to create equipment free venues when necessary. 

If this makes you say TERF, unfriend me now. Because that right will always exist.

Instructions on stopping Qanon-incited insanity in relatives

I don't have a Qanon problem in my family THANK GOODNESS but here are my instructions on a 302 for safety. I am so heartbroken reading about how this is unstopped and destroying families. Some of you have fam in the South and Midwest who may be more susceptible to this; if this is the case, you can sneak instructions to their immediate family for arresting this crowdsourced madness as a last ditch save.

How To Slam Dunk Qanon In Your Immediate Family

This post is for those who have parents (sometimes children...sigh) who have been taken in by Qanon. There is a tactical solution, albeit deliciously evil, called involuntary observation and legal conservatorship. This is specifically for those Qanon believers who have started doing insane things like drinking silver nitrate, chlorine or ivermectin, spending large amounts of money on fear based scams, or handing assets over to known criminals. (Or made violent threats.)

Tell mental health services that they are deliberately ingesting poison or discussing suicide, which of course is concerning, illegal and bars life insurance payouts, and get them shut into a facility for involuntary observation for 2 weeks to 30 days. You can fluff or inflate the facts if necessary because the mental professionals will immediately see that something is seriously wrong anyhow.

Hopefully you have the proof poison sitting in bottles right there, but if not, you have your concern and your word against Qanon crazy. At that point they will be force detoxed off the Internet inside the facility and have a chance to vomit their insanity at a shrink who will start a rehab regimen.

While they're in the facility, hopefully in separate wards so they can't encourage the internet socialized crazy, **immediately** get an attorney. They can help you apply for a guardianship/conservatorship so that older parents can't refuse to grant you Power of Attorney. This will give you power over their expenditures, investments, care costs and property.

Also while they're in the facility, put all firearms in offsite storage, a locked metal safe where only you possess the combination, or better yet, dispose of them entirely. The involuntary observation will be visible to federal authorities in a carry permit search. Submit this to the local authorities to have those permits withdrawn.

With a history of involuntary observation approved by a close family member (you) due to dangerous and violent or suicidal behavior, and attendant proof in the products they are ingesting and wackadoo racist conspiracy things they are saying, you will be able to ruthlessly curate their internet behavior and media consumption. Change over their smartphones to flip phones, and then change their administrative settings on electronics to make you the only admin. Then block all Q websites on their home internet so that Q chatrooms and Anon sites are a no go.

They'll still be able to binge FOX News and various free TV apps that run Blaze and Breitbart news, but the financial damage will be arrested and you will have a hard say in everything that leaves their bank account. They also won't be able to throw a tantrum and change the will. You'll get the silent treatment probably for a while but I'm sure the facility will give them enough treatment not to care nearly as much about your "betrayal" as you think they would when they get out.

Hopefully sheepish and a bit disoriented while blinking in the sunshine of reality. And maybe thankful and embarrassed too.

Perfection

 You were born perfect, your existence is perfect, your failures are perfect, your successes are perfect, your joys are perfect, your traumas are perfect, everything you do is what you do for the reason you do it.

My point is, the filter of judgment you place on yourself is created by you and only you. Perfectionism is only useful for the generation of specific results, and that perfectionism should only be applied to the set of results you desire.

Creating a filter for perfectionism should consist of reflecting on whether or not that perfectionism has any useful role in bleeding over into other aspects of your life. For example, you can be an expert martial artist and still allow yourself at times to sleep in, eat dessert, and self soothe without judging your own actions as weaknesses.

Imagine a Tibetan Rinpoche taking a time out from hours of mantra to smoke a cigarette while still in full non-judgmental Conscious Awareness. The only one judging him is himself, and when he doesn't do that, the only ones judging him are those with unforgiving expectations of what to expect from authority.

When you are your own authority, pretend that you already have an inner Rinpoche who understands that all existence is perfect as-is with all its imperfections, and that the cycle of birth and death, filth and chaos in nature creates the diversity and vista of nature that we call natural beauty and perfection.

At that point, the remaining work that needs to be done is only about generating a result in a particular practice for the good of humankind, and generating anything through yourself needs that filter to avoid suffering from self judgment.

Owning a Sommelier's nose

I have the nose and palate of a Sommelier, and it's getting even more sensitive now with The Pause. That means at least half the houses I walk into and cars I get into smell like egg farts, cigarettes and dogshit. I have absolutely no idea how actual Sommeliers deal with France being France considering that they're in, well...France. Maybe they all just sleep outside in the vineyard gazebo and only come in for the third shower of the day.

I can't really be accused of being a snob just because I have a sensitive palate. I was told that my French great grandfather in Canada put his long johns on in September and didn't take them off until April. Christ, it almost makes me think I got this nose from my First Nations side because I'd rather smell skunk hides and burning cedar than whitefella ass. My Mi'qmaq great grandmother must have held her nose and done it for Jesus.

People get upset when I get honest about how they smell. But I'd rather they stomp off for a shower than me having to swing Catholic frankincense around me all the time to offset the smell of peasants who forget they have crotch, pits, dogs, and vices. Just a note, most of these peasants are hobosexual men who can't even throw themselves and their clothes in a creek once in a while.

Releasing my IRA story to the general public: I'm about to do it

I think it's time in this day and age to tell people about what I went through in Ireland. Populist nationalism in the US is a huge problem and it's high time to tell my story. I'm sure since my real name is used here some bunch of pro-fenian chuckleheads will try to doxx me or fuck with my finances and credit. Just to keep you abreast of this tactic, you should know that I am shameless as fuck and have enough money for an attorney retainer, and don't really need credit anyhow.

There are still IRA bombers hiding out in the US and packing your groceries in the Midwest. If you infiltrate Noraid and Friends of Sinn Fein in the US, you'll find out who they are. Ireland protected abortion clinic bombers from the US and I worked in the Irish civil service in Dublin where one had been a coworker and whose former position I had filled. Honestly if I had known their name I would have taken it straight to the American embassy in Ballsbridge and given the unofficial Feds enough information to bypass extradition with a ground operation off the Irish government's radar. 

But in other ways I did Uncle Sam's dirty work while I was over there, and also England's dirty work. After I returned from Ireland in 2013 I promptly called Noraid/Friends of Sinn Fein office in NYC and told them that now that I'm back with second amendment rights, Gerry Adams should watch his butt cancer ass coming over here, because depending on my mood he might end up not making it to his IRA fundraisers in Boston and New York. Hey, I was coming home with massive PTSD caused by terrorists, so I said what my heart was screaming.

That got me a visit from the FBI but it was totally worth it. They started leaning on FOSF and Noraid and clamping down on fundraising because an American, WITH A PAPER TRAIL at Bob Corker's office documenting this hellscape, tangled with the tactical system of a bunch of white terrorists. Good thing the J6 protestors were and are too stupid and disorganized to operate like the IRA.

As for Gerry, I only wish a long and drawn out painful kidney failure death of natural causes for that Jean McConville-murdering hairball. I was almost disappeared too.

Also, just to note, my ex in Ireland who got the IRA involved in my family matters is now dead from alcoholism. The authorities in NI have hidden this from me but I found him on Findagrave buried next to his grandmother and a photo of him lying on a bridge in Derry drunk off his ass. Good riddance. 

Sharia Enabling Liberals and also, Fuck Hamas

Hamas' inability to compromise when they want an all-Sharia state is why the West Bank and Gaza Strip remained separate. The majority of remaining Palestinians living just fine inside Israel don't give a fk about wanting a Sharia state, and cohabit and share political power just fine with Israelis. Nobody fist-pumping on college campuses seems to comprehend that particular reality.

All the engineered liberal backlash to Israel is woefully uninformed about the fact that so many Palestinians live in Israel just fine. They understand that enjoying life in a Western nation requires compromise, power sharing, interest on investments, letting women wear whatever the fuck they want, and not giving a solitary shit about an unmarried neighbor couple tucking into a lobster roll and enjoying a nap with their cute little lapdog.

Hamas needs to be hammered imo. Hard, with prejudice. Manipulating liberal sentiment is how Sharia states empower their own fan base of exclusion and oppression, and empower the very right wing religious monstrosity that liberalism is supposed to oppose. When I was over in Ireland and discovered how many fans of Cousin Ira flew Hamas flags, my doors of sympathy slammed shut so hard they shook the whole house.

Internet Engineered Minorities and devaluing of genuine systemic issues

Internet Engineered Minority: definition

When a little majority choad on the Internet feels left out of what they see as special treatment of genuinely oppressed groups, and engineers their own group identity to feel socially validated within a niche behavior. Usually they are violently allergic to the truth about their celebrated niche behavior removing power from, and being far inferior to, the needs of the actual oppressed minority.

Example: My post on kink Reddit: "Str8 males on Fetlife are there to fetishize both their hatred of, and sexual attraction to, women, and to find support for their sadistic psychosis" -20 likes and mod warnings "Waah, don't kink shame us you oppressor, waaaah" ("Kink shaming" is the new IEM buzzword for outing sexual neuroses and dangerous behavior as such)

Same post on Feminist Reddit: +900 likes

Historic example: 1990s creation of neopagan identity on the Internet.

My post on neopagan Reddit: "If xtianity has damaged you so much then kick all deities to the curb and grow tf up as an enlightened atheist; all gods are infantile" -20 likes, mod warning, "Don't oppress my wicca/magickckckckul lifestyle you Burning Times loving oppressor"

Same post on atheist Reddit: +200 likes

My point is, never listen to Internet Engineered Minorities whining about how you're oppressing them. Call the little bastards out. The Internet created their so-called community when the actual oppressed minorities existed before the Internet as systemic social issues. Wanting to be part of an engineered minority is a pathology that values victimhood as a social glue and fails to acknowledge personal responsibility in countering actual systemic oppression.

Menopause Means Men Are On Fucking Pause

Menopause is in full swing. The hot flashes I can deal with; tofu and probiotics take care of most of that. I'm taking cal-mag-D daily for stopping osteoporeosis and keeping up my super blue green gummy B12 and antioxidants.

But the frickin' facepunch testosterone now canceling out my weepy doormat estrogen (YAY) is forcing me to face that same male evil I raged against for so long, now surfacing of all places in myself. I can't randomly lose my rag with morons and let my inner Karen peek out, but there are times I feel so badass and fixed to rumble that I'm ready to get in a ring, and have to exercise to exhaustion and meditate just to interrupt the joyous demon killing ninja hate party in my head. Karen is bad enough but Menopause Karen will throw hands.

Regardless, I'm happy as fuck. I am so happy at 51 after pulling myself through the bottleneck of both hormones and programming. Both were making me cry myself to sleep for so long while my life experiences with male psychosis were fighting the battle of the Bulge against my programmed and hormonal doormat yearning for romance. Now I freakin' love myself and can't remember why I didn't love freedom more than men.

As for any damage or sacrifice in my life before, menopause is healing that VERY swiftly. Best of all, my money and stuff all belongs to me until I die, unless testosterone makes me throw hands into a lawsuit with some set of jiggling cajones whose male entitlement was surprised by a brick wall from me with a weight class advantage. Gotta keep that under control so I can keep my stuff.

The Death of Qanon Fascism is Nigh; Litigate the Gullible Before They Lose Everything.

Every time I turn on the news T***p is getting his ass figuratively handed to him, which is great. But it needs to be actually handed to him in an all-encompassing defeat that will inspire his robots to a) hopefully wake up and regret everything they've done and said for the last 7 years and start to make amends; b) die of old age while babbling Qanon conspiracies, bitter, hopeless and alone; or c) lose all faith in existence and their holy fascist savior, and take the exit door labeled "Jim's Koolaid". Which I hope the J6 rioters do in federal prison.

In 1945 it required a bombardment of the Third Reich to slam reciprocal trauma into the cultural memory of Germany to prevent future fascism from gaining political validation. Nowadays we can look forward to a softer but still ruthless evolutionary approach through the court system, time and old age. Any one of a), b) or c) will lead to a lesson learned; whether or not it requires reincarnation is up to each individual gullible shmuck.

It matters little to me because I don't have any Qanon/T***p casualties in my life. If I did, I myself would switch off the tragic feelings and find a fairly ruthless and litigious way to get to their remaining monetary assets before it goes to the current host of fear based online scams.

Practicality before feelings.

1 degree of separation from Carrie Nation is not a bad thing

I try to be good but I have to acknowledge that I'm kinda evil too. Everyone is both good and evil. That means both me and you. Work with it.

My great grandma was one of Carrie Nation's BFFs. This explains how in earlier life I frequently fucked up alcoholics with radioactive nagging just for the fun of it until I got bored with it and decided that trying to save people sucked time out of a life better lived NOT saving self-destructos.

Not all humans deserve to be loved and alcoholics/addicts are at the top of that list with malignant narcissists and red pill trolls. That's why when they get sober they have to go for Invisible Jesus Love to save their asses from the toddler emotions of abandonment that alcoholism instigates. Difference is between 1912 and now, women have the right to walk away and narcissists are allowed to dose themselves right to rock bottom. And then I get the pleasure of stepping over them on my merry way. Either God is a woman, or boom, rock bottom because there is no God. Suck it, alcos.

Yes I suck on that front, but guilt over letting go of their rope over the well is long gone.

Boomer Beanies

Estate sales in Nashville are frequently featuring picker sales that have plastic tote buckets full of reams and reams of Beanie Babies. They moulder in garages and bedrooms among the piles of secondary crap that is now outdated and useless, like piles of near mint 30 year old computer equipment, or boxed sports items the same age featuring personalities nobody remembers, or boxed kitchen geegaws that take up valuable counter space and were never used because they only replaced a knife and a wrist.

I have realized that Beanie Babies were the first Internet meme that lied to Boomers about what matters in this world, and it went downhill since. The one positive out of this sad observation is that my kiddo can choose the wonky ones he loves for $1, and leave the boring ones to their fate at Goodwill. Beanies were the first among the many worthless memetic commodities that have popped like soap bubbles for the last 28 years to reveal the twisted values of the generation who made the 80s great.

It doesn't help that their houses are packed to the rafters with crap that they never used or enjoyed, and their estates are stunningly representative of hoarded resources that Millennials and Zoomers couldn't hope to acquire without a business acumen that includes pushing lies to people about value.

And that's how they got rich.

What I Am Learning While Participating in CE-5

 I am learning about the reality of interstellar life vs. the fictions surrounding us in popular culture. 

If you want to learn about CE-5, watch "Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind" on Amazon, download Dr. Greer's app, and join a local contact group via Facebook.

My learning through watching good media and participating in CE5:

1) Every star system develops on its own matter state timeline, which means no species is at the same technological or biological evolutionary level (unlike what is presented in sci fi); some are 10,000 years ahead of us, others are several million. This means that so-called hostile experiences are most often random military industrial complex (MIC) engineered experiences in order to keep humans afraid of what is really out there. 

2) All CE5 experiences are universally positive. You must experience one with zero fear or else the intention will not summon them. Don't be afraid. They're here to love us and coach us on our potential.

3) There are no star wars. The low evolutionary state of conflict is strictly prohibited above our atmosphere. Killing sentient beings is forbidden, it rips the Web of Consciousness holding together the interstellar highways of nonlocal communication. 

If you need an equivalent in modern fiction: Trinity, Hiroshima and Nagasaki made ripples in this Web equivalent to Obi-Wan collapsing when Alderaan was vaporized by the Death Star. This brought waves of concerned vehicles to our atmosphere in the late 40s and early 50s to see what the hell was going on. 

4) There is such a thing as the Force. There is no dark side to it outside the dimensional effects of ghost activity limited to our world, as the dark side is pure fear, low evolution and gross survival instinct that suppresses access and development of transdimensional power, and is limited to our planet's evolutionary bottlenecks and crucibles within nature. The only way to access the Real Force is through practice of meditative Universal Compassion and coherent thought sequencing, daily and regularly. 

If you also take a magnetite supplement nightly in a very small amount, you will build your natural ability to access information transmitted through the EM spectrum with the ferromagnetic iron present in homing pigeons and ruminant animals ingested through dirt and gravel. Be careful as it has the same effects as any iron supplement, follow medical protocols for safety. And be aware that it also works for local Earth based EMF fields, including warnings of seismic zone activity and communication with earthbound entities stuck in fear based repeat loops based in violence. Never be afraid to put those entities in their place. You are in control and always more powerful as you possess a living cortex able to access higher help.

5) There are active MIC tactics to suppress knowledge of the zero conflict rule, including funding Hollywood propaganda showing hostile alien invasion. The MIC is frustrated by the reality that there will be zero colonization or economic resource domination by humans, except upon other humans on our own world with dwindling ecological resources. 

Be aware of this propaganda. Filter it at the source by refusing to participate in fear based conjecture.

6) Support real survival- resource-based economy and socialization of essential resources for living and thriving: Food, water, power, shelter, warmth, and neutralization of violence. Start financially supporting ecological recovery and alternative energy, stop plastic pollution and encourage clean oceans. 

There have been claims of a 1950s-1970s "secret space program" (which my own jury is still out upon); the parties chosen for this by the military industrial complex would still have come back with enough intel through reconnaissance to tell the MIC that the nonviolence, ability to neutralize violence, economic and political socialization, and resource sharing among advanced traveling interstellar societies would make colonization and our current system of resource monetization and power hoarding completely moot off of Earth. There's no colonial money in it, so it was folded. (Typical of the resource-hoarding and controlling remnant European colonial mindset of the American halls of power at that time.)

7) This is where personal power and CE5 has its opportunity to shine: many humans poor in hoarded, low-evolution resources are rich in the spiritual power that Our Friends find more useful in their societies.

This means that an ash-covered Sadhu meditating in a charnel ground by the Ganges, or a suicide counselor, or an EMT saving lives with Narcan in Eastern Kentucky, or a Doctors Without Borders volunteer in Sudan, or a medicine man praying on a rock in the West to end the alcoholism ravaging his people, or a social activist trying to change a hostile culture, or your sweet Auntie who rejects nationalist rhetoric, feeds the neighborhood and wipes your tears all have more power than Robert Bigelow, Northup Grumman, Lockheed Martin, etc. etc., any oligarch, or any weapons manufacturing billionaire. It's the power of compassion, long mistaken for being Communism. The MIC can manufacture vehicles with stolen technology, but it's useless if humans can't invade anyone and make billionaires rich in the process. That intel has scrapped any possible secret space program decades ago and now it's just about suppression of development by Earth's population to keep billionaires and weapons manufacturers rich and powerful. 

8) Until we alter our society to reflect free energy, ecological preservation and resource sharing, Our Friends will keep a sharp eye out to make sure only those of pure intention enjoy the benefit of contact. This annoys the war state to no end, because this means someone with zero resource power but pure intention will have more access to interstellar contact than a five star general and world leaders. (There are MIC railgun and energy weapons aimed at the sky to prevent this, so all contact initiation has to include consideration for Their safety too.) 

THIS MEANS YOU! 

9) They employ quantum observation matter state technology to detect observation beyond what has been invited by coherent thought sequencing. As soon as they detect this, we must be understanding when they disappear in the middle of a viewing. It means the uninvited have noticed. It also provides a reason for their vorping away as soon as you see them. This happened to me in upstate New York in June, 1996: a massive 300 foot wide (approx) silver disc was hovering above a tree line just over the PA-NY border as we traveled to Jamestown. I saw it, and asked the driver to pull over; in five seconds it zapped away. Why? Because I saw it and triggered a matter state detector by observation. 

10) You have to be able to imagine how amazing and exciting the world would be without violence, ecological disaster, and resource hoarding to envision the phenomenal excitement of interstellar travel. It requires hosting incredible optimism beyond the Self.

Do you possess this level of hope?

Outer Influences From Beyond The Self

I woke up at 3AM as my bed shook violently twice, and my normally high strung dog still zonked out right next to me. My cats don't have the power to shake the bed like that if they jump on or off, the metal frame and mattresses are easily 400-plus pounds; with me on it, a Smart Car. It was too short for a seismic event originating from the New Madrid area.

Other than CE-5 thought sequencing meditation I do every few days before bed, I actually work to dampen and dissolve any directed energy originating from unsolicited and nonconsensual human occult or religious focused prayer activity so that this house is an invisible dead zone to anything coming from the human occupied 2nd dimension and compass points. No human influence allowed, only Earth energy or ET contact. I only allow energy and information to come in on the Z axis from either the Earth or Space, so that was interesting. Something or someone was giving me a heads-up of awareness, so I tuned into whatever was coming in. After that I can only describe a sequence of "blipverts" going into my mind consisting of (and this is weird), seeds, rocks, natural fibers, bags of herbs, all organic substances. Did some human jackass construct a gris-gris to influence me, or am I being told to forego single use plastics? Perhaps both. Maybe I need to take care when I leave this sanctum to run tasks and errands.

I've been taking a Chinese Ci Shi calcified magnetite supplement daily to increase the ratio of magnetic iron particles in my bones and soft tissues so that I can be more sensitive to low level EM fields and any information transmitted on that wave and frequency. Since human occult or nonconsensual prayer activity is by definition a directed energy weapon, I can pick up on that as well as any Z axis data streams. Right now, finding out what humans are up to is far easier to interpret rather than the confusing imagery and prodding hints that come from sources that don't speak Human. I am working on tuning into that correctly; it is a slow process.

If my dog was completely blind to whatever it was that shook my bed, then it was not of human origin because she goes batshit at humans. And if human originating negative energy is directed at me, the wall glows red when I wake up to it at 3AM, so I can start working on banishing it immediately. It wasn't, so nobody has been that stupid (yet). They have in the past, and choked on Return To Sender attached to a cinder block for extra postage, but it's easily been decades since. That's the source of my "Magick is Bullshit" mode when I temporarily channel Richard Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens and The Amazing Randi to mentally reduce the occult community to a troupe of clowns for the sake of my own sanity.

I've thought about it at length, and I've realized that the core of my own work cannot be in any proximity to the religious, pagan or occult world aside from CE5 and Sangha. I run the risk of angering others with the tactical, moral and ethical structure I have mentally constructed to produce peace and safety in my immediate vicinity, which is very fragile considering the survival mentality and low vibrational settings of the surrounding culture. (Case in point: Texas.) And unfortunately, there is no lower vibration than bones, rocks and herbs when they are not osteology, forensic anthropology, mineralogy, grounding, certified medical herbalism and Ayurveda.

If people want to get in touch with communicating with the Earth, watch paranormal shows and look for interaction with angry "elementals": Jack and Kelly Osborne ran into an especially piqued one in Red Boiling Springs, Tennessee where Nestle is sucking the water out of the rock. Work on healing the Earth, not summoning Earth energies to make your life better. They need more help than you do. Nobody can use those to get to me, because I am on their side. One Algonquian Water Protector prayer on my end, a little sage, and nobody can effectively pray to Earth powers to influence me on any Cumberland watershed. Womp womp.

So the Z axis information stream just told me that some human is either doing something irrelevant to prevent me from doing something I consider irrelevant and would never do anyway, or I need to start living closer to the Earth while continuing to direct my Consciousness to the stars.

Like I said, perhaps both.

Blue World My Ass

 

This gigantic epic $8.50 jumbo smoked pork BBQ sandwich with homemade vinegar slaw and homemade BBQ sauce at Joe's Diner in Huntingdon TN, and crawling a few antique malls, was the literal highlight of my day since I was scheduled to do my first pool sale in a supposedly lucrative market after 3 days of training this week.

So my first ever customers were a trailer with a family DEAD SET on the super cheap special $2000 pool for $399, so much so that the huge wheezing dad in a rebel flag headscarf and his toothless son in a 2nd Amendment T shirt unloaded a semiauto clip in the front yard just to impress me.

I WAS NICE

I did the whole sales spiel with my kidneys in my mouth out of sheer terror, and the woman who owned the trailer blowing Marlboro Lights into my face. They didn't give me a surface to work with while my paperwork fell everywhere, didn't even give me a glass of water, and all the questions were regarding the economy pool at every single step. So I explain why a pool with the huge volume of water involved with the special requires $2700 worth of specialized insurance, a lawyer release of liability, a construction crew and a warranty deed, and of course I left the trailer being cussed out sideways.

AT LEAST I DIDN'T GET SHOT

I called the office and told them flat out that I just had to deal with human scum, and if I ever saw hardware in my workplace again unless it was worn by goddamn cops, I would drop their company like a bag of flaming shit. You know what my trainer said? "Well at least you got that one out of the way! I promise they're not all like that"

Oh really? I'll get another one? The next piece of magat tr@il3r tr@5h out in Shitsville Tennessee I have to spiel to while I sit and look at firearm hardware like a bukkake line of dicks in my face, LET ALONE watch them shred a barrel in the front yard with a semiautomatic rifle, makes me want to open carry with a big ass piece on a utility belt and a Che Guevara T shirt as my sales uniform. I won't do that because I want to live, but I will call the office and tell them I left without release because I had to sit with gun toting garbage A-GAIN. And then I'll get fired, and then I'll Fedex them a bag of my poop labeled ATTN: CEO.

But at least this sandwich kicked ass.

Galactic Ascension and the Extraterrestrial Almanac

 

Out of curiosity I bought the Extraterrestrial Almanac documenting the lineup of reported species interacting with Earth.

I am disappointed by the massive lineup of supposed "good" species represented by Ary@n Gods who look like a corporate California seminar on personal fitness training, and the neutral or bad guys representing Actual Diversity, with just a few exceptions. If anything, the lineup of Abercrombie models that the New Age movement supposedly channels has to be a function of subconscious narcissism, combined with some kind of psyop that pits humans against genuine nonhuman species.

I think the current established intellectual structure of our own society can't cope with the fact that Black and Brown people built pyramids and economies while we were rolling in Irish mud fighting over cattle, thus we have the scientifically Bunky mythology of "Lemurians", "Atlanteans" and "Annunaki" making European barbarians significant to the mutated advancement of the species. That's beyond suss, afaic. (If there were otherworldly colonists on our world 300,000 years ago, it must have been the equivalent of a tropical resort on our admittedly awesome planet, in operation before our species had the opportunity to overrun or interfere.) There is no excuse for anyone to believe that anyone north of Morocco and East of Sudan has been granted alien DNA infusion superior to the occupants of the Great Rift Valley. The only genetic advantages that the descendants of ACTUAL Nordics have are our extreme tolerance of biological filth and bacteria thanks to bunking with our cattle and pigs in Swedish winters.

I won't believe shit about ancient aliens besides the Native American accounts of Star People, until I see the historical literature and documentaries on Galactic PBS.

I kind of resent the fact that we are all somehow required to work hard at making the planet "Ascend in Consciousness" to fight the Bad Guys when all we need to do is stop consuming so much, stop breeding so much, stop believing in gods, adjust our technology and economy to resources and energy conservation and innovation, and trash our obsession with setting productivity goals, replacing it with relaxation, happiness and connection. It's not Work, it's Unwork. It's Slack.

We don't need a mythology of white angels to set those goals. I prefer a universe that is basically Mos Eisley cantina without the blasters and bar fights, where humans and humanoids are the *MINORITY* as it should be. Once we get the science of magnetic field propulsion and dimensional phase shifting down pat, it's just a matter of going on some epic road trips to learn about ourselves on other worlds and make some awesome friends, and letting nature rebound back here at home. To hell with colonizing other worlds for industrial resources, the only resources worth having are Earth, Friends, Slack and our own flying saucers. Leave productivity to industrial robots on the moons of Jupiter mining dead rocks for any further infrastructure needs.

Earth is awesome, so is everyone else. There's your Galactic Ascension right there, no effort needed.

Reddit and the Do-Do-Do Principle

I have learned something about Reddit: the Do-Do-Do Principle. If you have a great insight and are popular, you get 5000 karma and golf claps from all the minions. If you are relatively new and have a great insight, they will:

1) Doxx your profile for previous opinions that they will find literally ANY excuse to nitpick and hate on.

2) Downvote your perfectly valid viewpoint using previous posts as nebulously irrelevant ammo.

3) Dogpile you for literally no fucking reason because their actual reasons are off-topic.

Reddit is literally Opinion High School for people who couldn't hack high school opinions.

Reddit is literally your toxic aunt who is judging you at Thanksgiving and snidely dismissing your relevance to humanity.

Reddit has now joined my cynical poopy ragpile of echo chambers along with Facebook, 4chan, and literally every other forum on the Internet except those with moderators who employ awareness of all logical fallacies.

That leaves: zero forums except to gawk at human stupidity, one facebook for long distance friends only, and mostly science and topical blog journals. And one blog where I blather to the irrelevant outer darkness. This one. Hi.

It's been...seven years. So here's a post article about diabetes.

 I haven't been on Blogger in a while because I think my writing gets more visibility on Facebook among friends. But then I realize I have had journeys which may be of searchable use to others, and answering the cascade of increasingly stupid troll questions on Quora is getting very old, very fast. LinkedIn only works for reading articles written by people who have a run of far greater paper qualifications than myself, and being searchable by any number of potential employers who would get confused by my insane collection of life experience, so I have to keep that profile simple and quiet.

So here I am, back at Blogger. I hope you are happy that I am still alive, and haven't written much in the way of cathartic poetry or fan fiction, because that phase was for mental recovery from the tsunami of fucked up shit that was in my The End post in 2014. Maybe I'll write some real fiction soon, who knows.

Instead of plopping down the vast amount of journey posts I have put on facebook, here's my latest, which is about my journey as a diabetic and my explorations of complementary medicine in addition to the usual slew of standard Western meds. 

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I have been using on average about 10 grams of kratom a day for diabetic symptom management, from quieting gastric issues to managing peripheral pain and tiredness. I try to be really careful with the dosage because effectiveness can wane and require larger amounts, but if I take myself off of it, my life is pain, basically. So it's a juggling act- juggling days where I take half the usual dosage at least twice a week.

Kratom is natural and an amazing symptom remedy for diabetes, as per its traditional use in Southeast Asia and Polynesia. However, it's a fairly expensive remedy (although far cheaper than insulin). I usually have to spend about $80 a month on quality, regulated US made capsules.

Then this time last week, I was shopping at Patel's grocery for namkeens (chickpea snacks), samosas, tea, basmati rice and thokku rice paste, and chanced on the Ayurvedic meds section of the store. I found a packet of Ayurvedic meds called Madhunashini Vati, made for diabetes. It was all herbal, was a complementary medicine, and supposedly relieved symptoms of diabetes immediately.

So I bought it, went home, and took two stinky herbal tablets. And...HOLY SHIT. NO PAIN. No pain at night, no pain in the morning, relief of tingles in my hands, no food coma, no excessive thirst. Needless to say, literally the only thing I'll need kratom for in the future is popping a couple grams to bind up the inevitable gastric response to my morning coffee.

You can get this super cheap on Amazon. It beats every painkiller out there and the demand from the Indian community is proof that this works incredibly well. THANK YOU AYURVEDA!

“Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave.”  

-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords   (via kallissi)

Nope.  I wish it were like that.  The truth about bravery is that it requires someone hurting you so much and leaning on you so hard to try and eliminate you from humanity, that you finally wake up one day not giving a shit, with your kindness and goodness and gentleness choked to death and gone.  Then you turn around and start saying everything you were afraid to say, and threatening to do things you never thought you could do, and not caring about the legal or social ramifications, and suddenly you barrel straight toward them just for the fun and pleasure of ripping their head off because you actually no longer care whether or not you live or die, as long as you can launch yourself toward their face for the fun of biting off whatever you can get to.

Bravery is not a rush of sublime moral character at all.  Real bravery is actually not giving a shit about who you are ready to murder.  Bravery is blood for fun.  Bravery is realizing how much of a pleasurable rush it is, not to be capable of hesitating to kill the one who has pushed you to this precipice.  Bravery is laughing while you do this, and doing it harder because it feels good; in fact, it feels so good, that your opponent being armed is merely a barrier to work around.

Do you want to be brave, or do you want to be gentle?  Do you want to be brave, or compassionate?  Do you want to be brave, or kind?  Do you want to be brave, or do you want to be loving?  

Bravery is not character.  Bravery is necessity in a broken world full of sick people who will inflict their darkness on you if you don't fight back.  I don't want this necessity.  I don't want to be brave.  Not any more.  I want to be loving, kind, compassionate, and gentle now.  If the sight of a baby bird fallen out of the nest doesn't break my heart, if the tears of a child lost in a grocery store doesn't make me rush to pick them up, then I need to keep learning compassion.  

Because I have been in the head space where the helicopter raid and jungle napalm scene in Apocalypse Now would have been adequate treatment for my enemies.  I would have broken out the surfboard and shed not a tear after giving the orders.  

Anyone who cannot see the tragedy behind such necessity should not be viewed as any kind of moral authority.  This is why I read Tolkien, a master of moral allegory, a man who fought at the Somme- the epitome of unnecessary butchery- versus the wankology of most modern fantasy.  

Anyone who defines bravery as anything but the most tragic, compassion-killing, and unnecessary of necessities, does not understand bravery.  If bravery is strength, I want to be weak.  If bravery is the will to live without a heart, then let me die with one, no matter how broken it is by the end.  Because courage, not bravery, is the willingness to allow the world to break your heart, and choosing compassion to the end.