Disconnected but still germane musings

(Famous non-devil-worshiping occult text free to read, here.  Comte de Gabalis, written by a 17th century Frenchman.)

 
Why was Lord Krishna's skin blue and why was he so worked up about "demonic politicians of the world?"

St. Germaine appears to be a real and oddly recurrent figure. Maybe he is indeed the mysterious person who inspired the so-called (F)ounding (F)athers with the idea for the national sigil, or seal. There's a tale---difficult to ever find recounted---of a cloaked figure in the night, appearing at the tent of the revolutionary leaders in the field when they were designing the seal. He had a suggestion. And that is why there is a massive stone monument above the beaches of Normandy which displays not the Stars and Stripes or Lady Columbia or what have ye, but rather the Egyptian Fancy of the Great Seal of the anglo-saxonic New Age of Atlantis Experiment/Prophetic Real Estate, which symbol we recognize as the peculiar obverse of the A-merican "Thaler" Bill (PBU Tracy Twyman), with its hypnotic pyramid. I can suggest a great campaign of high supernatural conspiracy, only, as explanation for why hardly any Americans are aware of this D-day monument, and so have never seen what it looks like. Yes the D-day monument that you have not seen and which is virtually impossible to google an image of, depicts a giant National Seal with its tireless eyeball and Egyptian power plant. It has to be mentioned that "D-Day" (44) was launched not only on the conspicuous date of 6-6, June 6, but in my personal view, the boats themselves seemed to have a scheduled launch of 6am. Hat trick, there, and not too surprising if one is familiar with the more occult history of Warfare, of the dates consciously chosen to wage battles for this or that auspice or heavenly preoccupation. The connotation of 666 is what it is, but it's wise to avoid a direct correlation to conventional "satanism," here.

There does in fact seem to be some sort of hollow earth, blimey. How, if at all, can this be reconciled with the cosmology of flat earth, a theory i personally have no opinions on and regard as about as interesting as whether or not Elvis survived beyond 1977, the year Star Wars was born, into a questionable deathlessness of a different kind. I've heard from one source and couldn't quickly corroborate it, that Lord Krishna, whose skin was blue like a dark cloud, came from inside the earth. Separate legends of the various witnessed creatures from the inner earth hold that their skin is blue.

That a former intel analyst for the US military has all but single-handedly with his mind unearthed the Nymza/Sonoma Airship Club True Wonder of History, is interesting. That a STEM wunderkind with international connections and breezy manners abroad is carving out a web-niche for studies in Tartaria, Flat Earth and beyond, is also interesting. My personal impressions of both these men, fwiw, is that they are tottering on the verge, at least, of an annoying egotism. It's quite noticeable in both cases, but doesn't necessarily damn them, imo. I do tend to think of actual egomania as being the unfortunately common trait of very intelligent people, spooks, aristocrats obviously, and those with huge and privileged secrets. Also those with large or marvelous bodies. As a direct aside, those who choose to fly airplanes are often egomaniacs, i've been forced to consider. I agree that we live in the age of various revelations (not exactly in the biblical sense, but i can't personally be sure), revelations of method and ritual iconography and ritual political event (hollywood is in fact one long, uninterrupted ritual, magical system, and eminent, ingenious tool of social influence and control, all at once). I agree with this view of things and of our time-place in history, and yet i also know that prevailing powers always seek to manage the dialectic and the flow of change. I have to assume there are still spooks out here playing pied piper, with Alex Jones being only the most obvious. History and clean reliable logic dictate that there are junior Alex Joneses among us, existing for the most part or solely on YT, or in sparse published works. What's more, we have the lesson of Tracy Twyman and to some extent the learned noblemen, Dee and Crowley, to show us that some ppl on the hunt for rare and ancient, powerful wisdom can be led astray, wholly consumed or controlled, etc. Some of the potentially more messianic figures i'm imagining here, (as more idle, abstract speculation-musing than anything) who want their work to be known, may not be totally what they seem or in control of themselves. One is reasonably convinced that some elements of the alternative research community exist as agents of a propaganda war: a propaganda of rabbit holes and strange modes of curious, esoteric inquiry that in the end just waste people's time or neuter their civic, political, and social potential. It all functions almost as the video games and pro sports leagues for the very curious intellectual class which tends to be motivated by wonder and mysteries and the big moral philosophical ideas. And there is a lot of shill-calling going on: a pathetic but possibly revealing amount.

"Passion has the power to steal intelligence away."

~~Some old Gita book

What was done to this young woman to make her so angry about the weather? Is she homeless or unfamiliar with the inconstancy of weather systems? Someone tell her just to wait a bit.

To this day some people worship the ideas and mystique of both Dee and Crowley. Crowley is naturally much better understood than Dee. It appears fairly certain that John Dee took his quest a bit too far. He bequeathed to the world an indecipherable language meant to conjure duppies, a very pregnant sigil, diaries, James Bond, a brilliant C.V.; some literature pertaining to mathematics, the wild alchemical philosophies of his age, and his conjured dialogues with discarnate beings; also some very strange artifacts, and the story of the most infamous wife swap in non-biblical memory. I've not read any John Dee at all, and like you understand nothing of his Enochian djinn-latin, but i still find it sad and creepy that there are young people wandering around decorating their croqs or laptops with the Dee Monad, gravely practicing cartomancy and being mystical singer-songwriters in some cases, when the man himself was brought basically to ruin by his complete surrender to the instructions of a celestial intelligence that ultimately broke off communication with he and his reluctant partner after ordering them to "cross match" with one another's wives. Which they did, contrary to their own horror and shame, or the Will of the wives involved. Plus Queen Elizabeth I was a ghoul, imo, and at any rate what matters most to me about Dee is his position on the chattel slavery matter, signicant to the court and somewhat new then. Shamefully i've read something about this question but am having a memory lapse. But the sorcerous wife-swap... which produced for Dee's wife a child....This resembles Sabbateanism or perhaps something else foul, which doesn't bode well for any prospective followers or sciomancers, imo. Or maybe it was just a very woke or sexually fluid angel-demon. I think throughout time, some people prove adept at being taken for rides. I once rode the Alex Jones loco motive straight through a period of about 3 years, beginning with his "infiltration of the Bohemian Grove." Anyone who doesn't in 2019 possess enough correct instinct or common sense to recognize AJ for a charade-character and officer of the "controlled opposition" is in terrible need of a gulag and some reading or internet lessons.

All of earth politics (social and Governmental, both) is deeply embedded in and informed by the ancient mystery religions. James Shelby Downard was one of the first to say this in print, afaik, without pulling the immense punch of this reality. The Babylonian surrush or mushussu existed once, and really who is to say it doesn't still. The V for Vendetta mask is a physical incarnation of the power of occult forces to run the entire gamut of the show: (Thesis) x (Antithesis) = Synthesis. Each "protest mask" profits Warner Brothers, lol. And all taxpayers in the war-maintaining nations have blood on their hands. The scale of guilt can be argued philosophically but the basic fact doesn't change. And i can say sincerely that my interest in war, historically and uniquely as an American, has led me to question or inquire what other people think of it. Even before the Opium and Gaspipe Invasion or Iraq, and the more open Imperium they and the 2001 Megaritual began. What i've discovered is that most people are remarkably unfeeling bastards who don't care or moralize about war as long as "their" military is on the attack, far away, with the images of casualties made legally scarce or inaccessible.

Why are the blazing star of sirius (the pentagram) and the obelisk (Ok, and the octagon yes, yes ok the Octagon) the three most ubiquitous symbols on the planet, the most powerful images in many cultures today. How could it be that So Many disparate countries in the world have the star of sirius on their flag; in what way can this be explained.

The mining shaft super-drama in Chile?

The random murder of various "little stars," or Celebrities, in conjunction with certain themes, calendar dates, and occult symbols.

The Elisa Lam saga.

The murder of a young video gaming hero at a John Madden event celebrating the newest game, in which the murder victim has just been immortalized with his own avatar, as a "coach." Jordan Maxwell might remind you that a coach is above all not just a fit figurehead of fine manhood, but a vehicle, a thing that carries something, like a message, or a soul. I think that like Prince, one can in the end be their own psychopomp. I think that Prince's murder must be included in the late plague of "little star" deaths known collectively as "the doorknob murders." Prince's door was an elevator. A door is a bridge of sorts.

The cartomancy of death and the apparent, actual mind control which manifested itself in the John Allen Muhammed beltway snipers spree. As with Michael Aquino's psychological-warfare projects in Vietnam, a card was deposited into the ritual or memeplex. The Tarot card of Death, in this case. The car the two snipers had repurposed for their killing spree was a "(C)hevrolet (C)aprice" and we arrive back, perhaps, at scary, sacred mathematics and gematria, if you catch my obvious, repetitive American drift.

"We know that you want us to speak some rudely chintzy Manchurian Candidate gibberish on live TV about some duck caught in a noose, etc."

Q: If non-11 was a rather poorly concealed ritual, then what about Katrina and Haiti? Seems like the Working Class got wondrous-bad triple-whammied during just one presidential administration---a quite fishy one at that, if Moby Dick can be called a fish---in just one fairly small geographic area, at that. Almost seems like some Fire, Water, and Earth majik there. Almost in their demographics, the collected black death evokes Jonestown and the year-long ATL child-killing carnival.  

The Super Bowl half-Light ceremony. One half of audience in light, the other in darkness. At the height of the eight-year season of artificial race-tension and gun control ops which were the blatant signatures and objectives of the Obama administration. After the half-time show starring the potentially possessed dark gnostic witch queen, "Queen Bee," or Bey, in which she played cavalierly with these now-favorited themes of racial animus, rebellion against not quite the State but rather its Badged Enforcer Class, and a generalized social tension. All while gamillions of far-flung people watched through their various kinds of scrying mirrors. Products which, it's not for nothing, have become almost miraculously cheap, transportive to the senses, and very large compared to their earlier versions of just some ten years before.

The horridly scripted and perhaps to some extent hoaxed events of Donald Trump's first birthday in office. The Grenfell Tower fire, in London, and the very rough treatment of Trump ally, Congressman Scalise, by a loosed MK-monkey at a Softball game in the Colonies' capital. Mass ritual event. British testimony-blabberers on TV after Grenfell were notable for two of them being shills, blatantly. Actors. Needless to remind, Trump is synonymous not only with Towers, but in a resonant sense with the WTC event.

Why is FB, and Myspace before it, free. How can this be. The owners could be fabulously wealthy based simply on eking pennies out of the average individual human hunger for mirrors and button-pressing, love/approval, and just basic social curiosity. Just pennies from each of us, everyone would pay. Spring it on us now and we'd all pay and FB owns everything posted on it anyway, iirc. Why are all these intoxicating and constantly produced and improving video games now free to play. What is the scope and end of Fortnite and how could such a well-designed, Cryptic, and totally consumptive game possibly be free.

Painting by Matthew Lineham

Why this global obsession with the Red in its fixed cosmic opposition to the Blue. 

Why do different temples all through time, world culture and geography so often have entryways formed of Three doors or porticos?

What is up, some of us feebly wish to know, with this ancient Saturn Worship and Sirius fixation, and with Good Master Alex's game and trenchant study of Kubrickology, and with the Saturnian Megalith which stood sentinel or whatever (2 times, counting the augury installation some year before the event, in a Seattle park) over the ceremonial blood-letting of September 11, 2001, meant to usher in a new cosmic age, for lack of a better way of saying it, or for lack of my understanding, to be sure. 

What was Tartaria, even, or the Admiral Byrd expedition to the arctic. To which colossal size does a lie need to grow before it's accepted as an article of faith or of the editorial page of the NYT. I find it difficult to conceive of 237,000 miles to the moon, or the number 6 million, even, or how a mathematics system based on 10 or even 60, for that matter, ever originally came into being. Not without direct intervention, not absent the meddling of some great Charles Darwin in the sky, or the earth.

I think the differences between men and women are generally  less interesting than our commonalities. I've come to believe in a soulful, yearning but no less scientific kind of way that the key question confronting anyone who wishes to confront "the Bible" and especially the whole arc of the Hebrew, pre-Hebrew and then all Abrahamic faiths together, is Not to what extent a certain smallish amount of substantial historical reality can be gleaned from "allegorical, symbolic" texts, but rather to what comparatively marginal extent is the material of these texts Not real or substantial. We've quite likely got it backwards, in other words, enlightened subjects and eager pupils though we are. There is probably loads of frightful direct evidence in these texts, of strange lost "realities," that would hold up under any good and perfect microscope, is my suspicion. Giants and flying crafts and cosmic warfare with great calamity again and again, is what i'm thinking. Sensational! The same goes for the Vedic texts.

There is no room for atheism in an enjoyable universe.

..in this Age of scientific supremacism, of Undefeated Reason, scientific method und inquiry, why are there still debates about enormous cryptids inter-mingled with human populations all over the world? Debates about aliens or whatever you choose to call them, as well as the giants who clearly exist and used to exist in greater abundance and size: a mass, connected debate which we'd do much better to understand by recognizing the plain evidence from the wealth of historic records to the existence of such creatures? Debates about whether Elisa Lam was even a real flesh and blood girl, and not a cipher for an occult epidemiological experiment or some wildly improbable horseshit like this, as it appeared very much to be? It's all very confusing, but particularly to a well-educated person.  

Disney, anyone? Let us all meet at the 33 club.

How many different forms of mental unwellness and anxiety are there, really. What is autism and why is it now a literal epidemic. Why are those not stricken with clinically diagnosed autism coming more and more to resemble those with the disease. I am asking a serious question, here, and not being snide. It may be an autism helped along by a youth spent gazing into big screens and personal displays, and in their hearts withdrawing from the larger chaoses of modern living, its weird fakery, and from the greasy social deathmarch that social media and online life have increasingly become, but it is what it is, and it's getting more normal, and normalized.

As always, with our large brains and excellent memories for the truly important things, we could go on and on and on and On 

Hey look it's 77 Gary Glitter gettin paid

Protests rock the globe as fed-up citizens take to the streets, My Fekn Arse

 NY Post confection about some truffle-eating take on current events and global protests and such

Shadow actors working overtime, y'all. But just take Rupert Murdoch's word for it, as to the completely organic nature of this groundswell of civic ourage. For my part, i don't imagine spontaneous combustion tends to work OT like this, or much like a contagion. Not in our sewn-up world of players, claquers and secret central committees. Just ask the spontaneously gay frogs. Or the State-employed agents provocateur at the Seattle protests of 1999 and present at every other major political conflagration since, logically. Or ask me about Charlottesville: I appear by default and reasonably good effort of research to be an expert in that grotesque, deliberately manufactured situation, sadly.

Saw a television-commercial advertisement this weekend: Two young black girls who host like a Disney or Nickelodeon show, meant to be like watched by their crazed pre-teen gal demographic. They were promo-ing the awful show. They were dressed daintily as strippers, make no mistake, though the flashy boas around their necks tried to provide some Rockette's-style cover. I'm just too over-saturated and hip to fall for it, in 2019. The smaller girl, aged no more than 11, was to no perceptible point saying,

"Work It!! ... Own it!!" 

There was another verb-based exhortation ending in "it!" that went between these two and i wish i could remember it but the point is the gross sensualist inanity of the scene. And hey what do you know, also the gross sexual impunity of it. The patent sexualization of children, which effort is a linchpin of the debased and totally amoral system we're in. I suspect that some canny producers and directors knew better than to dress two small white women/girls/pre-teens like paid night strumpets. Black ppl are permitted greater degrees of sexual wantonness, after all, and they're used as vectors (not quite an Agent, more of a depersonalized Force) for the delivery of many sexual and physical messages to the larger depraved culture. Masters of historical american ribaldry, even to this day. Taken from a bland cultural viewpoint, at least, or a hierarchical, top-down one. Also i figure that the conscious use of this pre-teen (the exhorter) next to the less strident actual teen of apparently 13-14 or so is meant as a kind of cover or corrosive effect of license by proximity. Every consumer is coaxed and then supposed to admire and emulate the more established one. Until your bitter rivalry and in some cases contempt for that other class (or race, or generation, or gender, or sexual identity) becomes in whatever moment more useful to whatever group is selling you whatever it is that they're selling or using for you and your child's indoctrination.

Anyway i'm not giving lessons here in how to navigate this current swampgauntlet of neo-satanic cultural confusion. You're on your own there i've probably done more than my part of fatuous town-crier advising. In fact i know i have, over the last two decades and loose change. What i am saying is to watch your kids and have some fucking mindful dignity if you're a parent god damn it.

What i am definitely saying is that if you showed one day of modern television to any random non-psychotic citizen from 25 years ago, a citizen from just about any land, developed or not, they would be horrified and go "Wtf is this child prurience pawned off as progress? Wtf has happened? When did it become normal to make children act so lewdly and lasciviously and like mini-35 yo's from NYC or San Fran? What epidemic of pedophilia and irresponsible adulting (not merely parenting) has warped society like this?"

Answering this question takes time and leads the honest person down some truly grimy and wicked rabbit holes. It eventually even leads a person to be disgusted with grab-ass, pale bouts of madness and fury over the POTUS of the day, the du jour hysteria-node or -button, the far too easily provoked lunacy of Trump Derangement Syndrome. Donald Trump is one person and yes a cipher and a symbol for a larger sort of deadly factionalism that grips the contemporary political world, granted, and also one for the mode of Power we have to deal with in the world of humans: bloodline power which throughout time resembles the operational ethic and methods of Gangster-syndicates or Mafias. He remains therefore a useful figurehead and bludgeon to corral the public into endless feuding that more and more seeks to address/modify major existential issues. Role of The State and its idea of fractious social order, Role of Technology, Role of the Increasingly Useless or Expendable Individual Human Being who does not belong to a sufficiently powerful sodality or group or robot product-line and is a manifest threat to Nature/Climate/Environment. That's us, you and I, a disease and a threat to robots. I humbly suggest trying as hard as possible not to make all of this methodical and unhealthy change-making any easier for those that are trying to effect it. One obvious means of accomplishing this negative effort is to raise your very young adults properly, and positively; Not to be identity fetishists, or amoral, infantilized and narcissist idiots, as the odds do indeed predict, these days. There, you see, inevitably i had to give advice, as i am childless.

So, in summation, fuck little Greta the Outrage Tulpa, and fuck the stealth kabbalist Celine Dion and her morbid baby clothing, and fuck Barack Obama and the CIA-satanist clique that hatched him in the lab. "Trump," the experienced and variously mobbed-up show-runner simply does not rise to my disdain, it is all far too fat and slow a target. Otoh, his rise to power and his precise lineage, as well as the operations and guiding messianic philosophy of his faction are much, much more interesting than anyone here in the lumpen public is very close to being capable of addressing. Because that takes work, and humble time and effort. Admitting the lavish ignorance which is the basic birth-right of our species in this age. Even some actual listening is required. But you know, most of our mental operations in 2019 seem to be spent grafting ourselves to emphatic but poorly-willed and -informed, glossary, internet-based opinions on this or that prescribed topical scrap of political "news." That is, when we're not parenting laboriously or slobbering over "realizing" ourselves like good shadow-tricked, pseudo-Gnostic lemmings what can't get enough of the scent of the ass of the lemming in front of them, even or especially if we disapprove of their politics. The kind of sad life-form that can be neatly entrained and whose random political mono-manias smoothly inserted into one of their several well-conditioned orifices.

Also, Feminism and the healthy kind of self-love very rarely equate to a standardized glorification of 11 year-olds stripping for the sheer pleasure of it. Either on children's TV, or in the gay cabarets of the enlightened coastal territories, or on Saturday and Sunday at the Public Library.

Any effort so vast as transforming human conception of its own culture into an entirely new thing and dependent on entirely new modes of morality in all spheres of life, is of course going to look at the children as a tool and a valuable resource for that change. And of course as the objective of that change. I could scribble on and on about this theme but i'm tired of it, i'm very tired of seeing how (the ever more methodical Plan and planning of) "culture" and its individual targets are acting and treating one another. It is all conflict and self-adoration, all the time. Managed and synthetic conflict: as you will find all of it implicitly encouraged in the reporting of all news organizations, let alone of Rupert Murdoch and DT and BHO.

The Prince Autobiography, my motherscratchin Ass

Hey look it's some punkass milquetoast writer telling portions of "it all" from his peculiar relationship with Prince at the very end of the icon's life, as a ghost-writer/autobiography collaborator. (In itself some odd timing, altogether, that just as a book like this was about to be written, the man dies. And at that, so soon after the creepy-synched death of "Vanity," who was the same age.)

Prince would simply not need to do dodgy Vicodin with all the risk it contains. That whole spiel about his reckless pharmacology at the end is wretched for its familiarity, and reads exactly like the narrative proffered by Knoll, Merck, et al, and the rather well-corrupted AMA, and all the vermin directed by them in the incestuous holds of mass media. If this familiar, cynical corporatist narrative does not tell you something, then you need some god-damned cognitive help here in 2019. And it seems apparent that he was only as dispirited as one should expect of a person like he, who lived so long in a brutal and soulless industry and who had a keen political and spiritual awareness as he did. 

Also, one strongly doubts he would have allowed himself to die inside an elevator, which was to him a metaphor for existential distress, the pitfalls of vanity and success, and The Devil itself. And he was killed on what is almost easily the most sacrificial-themed day of the modern occult calendar: 4-20. Not 4-21, the morning his body was discovered, allegedly. That's not even just bad journalism, it's shabby forensic and certainly contextual logic---but this latter only if one knows what to look for in such cases.

If people give anything like a sufficiently valid fuck in the first place, and they do Not take heed of the life and death-meaning and direct implications of not only Prince's story but those of many other musical and artistic luminaries of the 20-21st centuries, then they are ignorant people. Or at least unmindful of the Increasingly Obvious in an age when these matters are being addressed and somewhat adequately dealt with on the internet. By skeptics and free thinkers and legitimate intellectuals who have mostly moved past the point of giving a fuck what ignorant, lazy intellects think of them or their views.

Good luck figuring out anything all on your own. Good luck to you if you value the integrity of societal primers and organs of news-delivering authority.

"Music is healing...Music holds things together."

That shit will not stand, Mr. Nelson, not these days.

Letter to a Friend. A 1-sided discussion of psy-ops and modern music theory

Truly embarrassing, i agree. It's impossible---especially in the wake of Parkland and imo also Charlottesville---to deny that these ops suffer from a progressively more and more severe disease of Poor Production Values. If you perceived that on the SS fb-page i lost my patience and lunch all at once with the proletariat when Charlottesville happened, then you were perceptive. Because not since the strange evaporation of those towers in Manhattan and the unaccountable fire at the Pentagon that same day had i seen anything so roundly ridiculous on so many immediately recognizable, provable levels. But the great existential benefit of September 11 is its weaving of a powerful Spell of Infinitely Reliable Hindsight: its instruction to all thinking people not to be so meek and stupid when facing the horrible but no less obvious truths we're bound to experience in the future, and repeatedly. I didn't understand the raw truth of non-11 until a few months after it happened, but i will never again be so perfectly tricked, as i see it, in my optimism. It prepared me for Sandy Hook and loose nukes imagined over Hawaii, and all the others. 

But as to the hyper-produced Charlottesville stage-play, it shook my already limited faith in the ability of the public and its key directors in journalism to reason Anything, to piece anything together. And though i was already goddam right on a prima facie basis, i was proven “objectively” right when the VICE documentary came out, essentially admitting by its existence alone that the whole tussle was political theater from start to finish. Apart from the two dead state cops in the helicopter, that was very real, if under-valued as data: and then again we go back to Censorship. Still it seems that censorship will never be as effective unless paired with an idiotic public methodically deprived of its rational instincts. Those two dead staties were kinda like the Shanksville element of non-11. An unforeseen casualty and a secret wrinkle that had to be gussied up or scooped into the sewer. Your mention of Greaves goes over my head. I'll review the articles but im assuming you refer to the Garlic Festival. 

And i'm admittedly both baffled and tickled, tickled in a morbid way, that the obit ended on a Pizza note. I mean it just fits too perfectly with that family’s story and i dont imagine but that organized occultist pedo tribes of the sort theoretically containing the caliber of human that granpappy Legan was may enjoy leaving quips or tips or such in obits. What you're saying about the loss of expertise and organizational chops is very interesting to me. The whole question of what motivates a black psy op, its many clever plays upon meme and public psychology, and the by now settled matter of the intentionality of their occult themes, would be compelling even if the ops themselves did not seem to be falling apart at a rapid rate and produced by some version of a tightly-budgeted Hollywood in decline, which quality of poor quality must beg the notion of how effective they really are (or are meant to be by their authors, or in what several, precise, possibly arcane ways.) We do have to rightly assume that, with each passing decade or so, a higher involvement of young americans may lessen the efficacy or savvy of these or any productions at all. Smiley face. Just as in the noticeable decline of quality writing in our lower literary or entertainment forms (become so consistently gauche, hackneyed and bad in video games, for instance, that it’s impaired my hearing and vision a bit) and of quality pop music, and of any quality language proficiency among young folk. You've noticed im sure how often younger experts, journos, or just prole interviewees, when asked to account for themselves or supply their expert opinions, begin their sentence with "So.." It is as if they need a running start in order to distribute the weak-willed, derivative packaged goods of their ideas and sentiments. 

But anyway it didn't sound facile at all to me when you surmised that deficits in committee culture and the presence of adults may account for some of the hideous creakiness, silliness and gaffes of these mass shootinops. I too wonder about what could explain the shabby style of it all. Who the fuck would go around using the same troupe of actors, after all, or depositing into the public imagination this queer and ludicrous idea of a man, woman or couple who have “survived multiple mass shootings.” (This specific new journo-theme of Repeat Survival is in my absolutely certain opinion Proof of a concerted effort from on high to convince us that Mass Shootins’ are Just That Common, statistically. Thus proven by this credentialed, NYT reporting and calculus, one probably has to admit that they're apt just to stumble into the things several times in one lifetime, Because: these goddam crazy white men and their antique documents and bravado. These ubiquitous, ever-rankled white men.) 

I've been forced to consider that the architects and magicians cooking up operations are 1) By the consistent wackiness of their works revealing the fact that they are not exactly all from the same department or branch or ideological bloc of the hegemon. So you could have the ruthless Bush-Clintonite or Israelite faction setting shit off over here in FL one week, and the NYC-finance and mob Trump team, perhaps allied more with this or that branch of the military, setting off fireworks in CA or, say, the Connecticuts and such of the east coast, another week. Etc., i don't claim to have any good idea at all about the ordering or membership roles of any faction. I do have a really good idea that there is a subterranean political war going on, and that it partakes of sorcery, and that it’s gotten really quite hotter since Trump shook up the whirl, shook up the whirl. But having such disparate agendas and origins might could give a more wacky, unpredictable and seemingly error-prone form/appearance to our modern, steady, fattening diet of ops. And 2) quite depressing, really, these authors are proceeding based on the fact or finding that since the millennium turn when general shit began to get verrry much hotter as far as gladio ops being directed internally finally, at the American public, (John Allen Muhammed was imo not only the seminal event of this much more persistent, metronomic campaign, but helpfully included points of occult cuteness and high-signing, which have now become a signature of the most devious events) i say since that turning time, we the public have simply been judged to be not that swift on the uptake. And so ops have become less professional and convincing, ever more steadily, maybe. Why expend needless efforts to seem authentic. The fluoride and several centuries of the anti-intellectual, corporatist/capitalist american tradition have done our reason in but good. We just don't discern political reality terribly well and we are just as agreeable, docile before the judgments and analyses of Authority as It could ever possibly dream or code. I'm totally convinced at this point that a key feature of these 40-odd ops we've seen just since the Obama presidency is the organized and scientific, wonky design to see who is paying sufficient attention. Massive data crunching and actuarial type aims. And i would assume this design also involves an intention to confuse the public and cause argument among it. Nothing has caused such a (politically helpful in that it's so distracting and juicy to the governed) nasty dispute among the people like a Sandyhook or a Pizzagate...both about children, importantly and cunningly...then toss in some black magical curlicues or motifs and bring in a touch of fiery crazy fuel for debate, additionally. Whether or not they are practical or meaningful features, which some of them surely are.

And hey this brings me to your mention of jazz and therefore the horrible cadaver of pop music that stalks us and won't be done until it eats most of the children and provides the remainder with incentive to a life of sex work. So slow on the uptake are we that we seem to believe we like all this rap music. A sickly homunculus like Ed Sheeran can come along in this warped environment and, being an unlovable pasty white homunculus and thus so drastically different from the norm in pop music, have an excellent career doing novel collaborations and spreading singer-songwriter std’s through the cities of the earth. Yeshua lord, we’re so badly in need of saving from everything the state of popular music directly mandates when it is not venomously implying. I can only stumble through an attempt to express what i feel about the subject of music and its Dionysian effect on culture, for better or worse, but in this current pop situation of ours it is almost entirely a consideration of categorical motherfucking worse. On balance, pop music is now just an evil wind. Or it sits atop us like the suffocating gremlin from that painting of the Nightmare. I suspect everyone knows it is evil and horrible but that they assume it is also normal and perhaps an expression of the dark nature of the human soul, like something we should just now face and admit. I am still speaking mainly of rap music and what it has become, as it performs obscene minstrel tricks at the end of master’s chunk jewelry leash. 

Under torture I would not be able to point to any more dark, degrading a metaphysical influence on (the being, soul and heart of) a people than what we know as Modern Rap. This is not my or your father’s Eric Sermon or Rakim or even the Ghetto Boys. Obviously their rap descendants are in many cases participants in a satanic enterprise, for one thing. That is the rub: we don’t criticize “rap music and hip hop” as such around here, instead we condemn the various dark forces and Prince of Earth ethics that have brought an objective human form of expression birthed in the 70’s and 80’s to its demonically influenced place in the new central, digital, profit-worshiping market where consumer-slaves are continuously bought, sold and molested, and their genetics blended with that of lower animals when those animals have certain traits that will benefit the market. Who that is decent among us would not condemn such a thing, or punch Drake, or spank all of the Migos? We must be forthright and specific, too: while this corporate ghetto poison, this corporate rap which is similar in its effects to fluoride, but which reduces and dulls both mind AND spirit too often with its puckish naughtiness, nihilism, incessant bridling, clapbacking and flesh-hunger, would of course wreck and make more squalid any conceivable population, yes, it has provably, obviously done so here to this one. 

Pretty much everyone likes rap, and so contains some of the beast of the corporate gibberishrapper in their heart, as i see it. For over a decade i've been observing how average Joes and Jills seem to conduct themselves with the sneering, antisocial and sensual braggadocio of the common rapper; it's much easier and perhaps more satisfying to idealize or model oneself after a millionaire who strings together words that sound alike, than it is to master a musical instrument or risk your reputation by enjoying classical or jazz music. (I hear rumors that country music has recently been infiltrated by the agreeable, flashy, Sony sambo-ing of an actually African-American Hip Hop kinda artist, and noticed that the culprit, after gaining a pure and innocent entry into the caucasoid redoubt, then came dashing out of the closet of LGBTQness, despite his Liberace costumes being a rather dead giveaway to begin with. This kind of Bruce Jenner trickery is quite telling, i’m so sure you would agree. As above in the firmament of the old androgynous ones, so down below in the stadium concert venues.) At the end of the profitable day, I consider the great majority of rappers to be factory workers, but not the good or honorable kind. They are highly interchangeable and expendable scabs. The whole story of the development of rap-sounds and its nature as fundamentally dance or hypnotic music, and again, a super-highly Profitable musical form by its evanescent nature and by dint of the hysteria for Currency we slave under today, now resembles to me the story of Busing in America. There is the distinct possibility that it's every bit as much a social engineering program (note once more the Liberace "cross-over") as an organic cultural movement that happens to be wildly lucrative for The Man and involves no union dues or union concessions as with Music. And any cursory look into the ethic and precise biographies of certain influential rap executives---especially the sweeping arc of the NWA story and what it begat---will reveal a great deal of what i’m gettin at. Rim-shot or hook goes here, baby. See i am a bit of a rapper myself. So: yes Kanye appears to be mind-controlled but i’m  much more concerned about whole generations ending up that way. And by God, the planned obsolescence of each brief-lived individual rapper, that so painfully clearly benefits the Executive class, is a direct reference (or whatever, something more intellectual-sounding or deft here but i'm getting tired, it's late) to our own burgeoning uselessness as citizens and laborers. 

These parallels you've tabled here, between what i don't mind calling Saturnian Pop music and black magically-tinged psy-ops, are very worthy ones, i think. Both are fundamentally fraudulent and modes of ham theater, it starts there i guess, and i'm certain it ends with a quite evil breed of cynical, psychotic animal husbanding. Most human beings are cattle, in the view of the worst human beings. We may eventually learn these worst ones aren't completely human. And both these American Institutions are political persuasion by covert means, by mind control. I sincerely believe that if an intelligent and autonomous journalist were here, or for that matter existed in the first place, and we were to combine our power and strike the journalist over the head with a heavy and Actual book to demonstrate our seriousness, and commanded them to issue "a takeaway" from this consumptive analysis of the Relationship Between, then their summation would go: "So...it would appear that at the root of these phenomena of public-wrangling is that ol black magical Strategy of Tension, Tension under Profit, of course. Seasoned perhaps with the transhumane desire to change people in some awful way or another, having to do with cells, molecules and emotions, as well as the base chakrah."

My point is we don't choose what we listen to, anymore, regardless of how many choices there seem to be. Just as---in my honest opinion---we don't on the whole choose what fashions we wear or movies to watch, or ops to be influenced by, or political winds to blow about in like weak moths and weaker farts. It all of that mostly just washes over us in whatever manner master pleases, at that given time or cycle. I said i wouldn’t be able to point to a more, blabla etc...but in fact i can. Social Media. Social media has only, virulently metastasized the inappropriate and anti-social disease represented by corporate rap and pop music. The giant, malicious troll of perpetually dissatisfied Misbehavior birthed of the union between 1) Promoted rap musical culture/aesthetics/behavioral determinants and 2) this technology of social media, is going to feast raw on generations to come. Rap will probably never leave its pride of place in the vicious corporate entity of pop music bc it is just too highly profitable an economic formula or device. In that way it’s rather exactly like a murdered actual musician with genius talent and a huge fanbase, whose catalog has been secured already, by other parties, through devious means of probate law. I choose to listen to the music of long-dead people, but it's only bc i am 44 years old and the music is irresistibly, wonderfully good and makes me happy to an Unreasonable degree of inner revelry and such. And i remain convinced that John Coltrane did not have to attend any Eyes Wide Shut soirees in order to get a recording contract.

with unmistakably little talent or appeal, like Ed Sheeran, your friend, 128-35-8126. Thankee for writing and being the way you are, sir.

mini festo, an outline of a future writing exercise: My general take on the most critical questions facing the modern citizen of a more or less civilized land.

Statue of Diana above Lake Nemi, Italy

1.  The question of "Parapolitics" and hidden political rule, and its necessary aspect of Factionalism.

2. The question of "gayness" and LGBTQTQT issues, and their relation to strictly political social engineering, as well as alchemy, or occult philosophy.

3. The question of how to deal with the obviously increasing number of sociopaths, neurotics, and narcissists, and these other merely, normally anti-social egotists.

4. The question of rap music and the generalized mega-industry built upon "slumming" and exploitation of urban and "minority" cultural forms.

5. The question of dark occultism pervasive in entertainment, more broadly.

6. The question of both social media and modern 24-7 corporate journalism; grotesque inter-relations and similarities between the two.

7. Modern dating (or shall we say, "romantic customs and relations") and the sad, derelict, destructive beast it has become.

8. The question of History and how we came to arrive at such an abominable state of both Unknowing and conscious disregard of the grandiose, systematic, and amply proven Lies of history. Addressing this question must begin with acknowledging Corrupted Historical Timelines.

9. The World Wars: 1, 2, and so on.

10. Occult religious ritual that is regularly disguised as seemingly forgettable, (if dire and often bloody) episodic news events.

11. The question of the integral and binding role of Sports in society, to which question we must now add an entire new area of inquiry and lunacy: Video Games, with special emphasis on online video games and their culture.

12. The question of super-human or extra-terrestrial life, and its sometimes dependent question of UFO's.

13. The unavoidable question of Organized and often ritual, occult religious Pedophilia and child predation, and this system's continuous expression/presence in cultural and entertainment forms. Tragically enough, this question crosses a number of realms in society which are normally thought to be discrete from one another.

14. The nasty question of Pharmacology and its effects on and role in our modern, highly diseased society.


Potential Question: the hermetic nature and ceremonial pageantry of the Court System, and what it means to the individual citizen.

Potential Question: The hidebound, reactionary nature of Academia in civilized societies, and its allegiance to certain programs of institutional deception, social engineering, and the organized suppression of alternate scientific and cosmological models. Models that are manifestly more beneficial to the world and its life-forms. See questions 1, 2, 8, 9, and 10.

Potential Question: Ritual Racism and the prolonged, artificial campaign to keep human beings of different genetic/ethnic backgrounds in constant conflict and political/cultural impasse with one another. See questions 1, 4, 5, and 10.

Memorial Dei

(No propaganda pictures were used in this polemic)

May Ramtha be with you all on this Memorial Day holiday. I personally have always been foggy on the subject of the memorial day extended weekend. On its general meaning. Of course it was always apparent we were commemorating the endless dead men brought out of being by my cuntry's rabid hunger for warfare and campaigns of "defense" of the interests of foreign, ungeographically-bound capital, and even sometimes, the interests merely of specific banks, as in Haiti for a spell. (Though that was not even War in the grossly improper and unfounded sense of most of our wars: it was a straight-up, highly focused and extralegal marine expedition, undertaken to suppress the insurgent Haitian people's renewed effort at running their own show, which meant messing with "their" Central Bank and the lazy, unhelpful capital laying about in it. Which means trouble and occupation by the nearest military arm of the Predominant World Fascist Enterprise; the very enterprise that people who consecrate holidays like this weekend's and who determine what history texts indoctrinate you are never going to admit exists at all.)

What i was trying to explain before being sidetracked by extraordinarily minor details of national military history, is that Memorial Day also seemed to me to have a different function. It was an inauguration of Summer, which both Snopes and Wikipedia will confirm. They will also confirm that there's great debate about the origins of the holiday, and my scan of the Snopes entry even seems to be trying to induce schizophrenia in the reader. In one literally jaundiced paragraph, headed by the ominous words, "Know Your History," Snopes explains that in Charleston, at the tail of the War of International Aristocrat-Banking Aggression Staged Enduringly in mid-19th century America, many newly freed African and mixed-blood slaves had a massive parade of thousands of people, and reburied the disinterred remains of several hundred Union Soldiers what had died and been entombed in the soil of a Confederate prison camp. Other paragraphs not helpfully blocked off in yellow explain that there is a separate formal origin to the commemorative day, but also a literal, congressionally mandated and decreed origin, in 1971. Have you ever considered that anyone who is internet-smart is rather like a human file cabinet for dodgy facts and ultimately meaningless speculation, or an animal that can survive by eating its own poop?

I would confuse the holiday with Labor Day all the time, and one other, i think, that begins with an "M." And i could probably be forgiven throughout all these years of my extended boyhood, for having a more firm impression of Memorial Day as being a day---even a full-blown carnival---for celebrating the ownership of a boat, right at that time of year where a boat is most useful, even cathartic. To get out and consume alcohol while commanding a giant, fast motor vehicle and still be somewhat legal, which anyone who has done so will tell you is tremendous fun. Of course many times i was in Arkansas, the Ozarks, for Memorial Day, and mountain people are usually very sensible and don't need much of an excuse to frolic on the water as the heat and humidity start to get nasty.

I do not at all mean to make light of all the many millions of needlessly dead and murdered young American sons and daughters who have been shipped and forward-presenced off to war for any random desire of those who lord over the earth in perfect anonymity and security. We should really be trying to remember them at all times, just as are the many torn up lovers and parents and children and friends they have left behind in incalculable numbers that at this point appear as if they won't ever stop growing. There's no doubt in my mind that i'd feel less queasy about an American day of Mourning for our war dead if there was a counterpart that we celebrated. Say, one month of mandated mourning for the immeasurable numbers of human beings we've killed when we decide willy-nilly as we tend to, to make war on them and their unregulated opium fields, and oil fields, etc.

It happens that i recently came to know a very nice, empathetic man, a truly kind-hearted man, who "served," as they say, in Iraq the last time a government nominally headed by the Bush cartel invaded that country. He has PTSD and seems to be treating it with LSD and alcohol. I mean this in a completely non-judgmental way. He's a true psychonaut and i hold him in high esteem. I rarely encounter his breed of very natural empathy in this cruel and comatose world. People harass him at the bar he owns---an anxious, self-conscious and desperately woke watering hole. Yes I’ve seen from time to time that they hector him in their crass, bourgeois way, over his willing participation in that almost forgotten war. Millennials, you know, forget even more prodigiously and quickly than any previous generation. But they always keep the spirit of censure and acrimonious feedback alive, with the help of Donald Trump. But this cultural, en masse memory loss: it’s a scandalous and disease-bearing reality that we may blame not only on the insane level of gadgetry-use they are devoted to from their earliest consciousness, which so disables their sense of what is real and what is socially good and of Why a human being should not constantly be seeking to distract and indulge themselves with the slightest effort and most reliable success. No, we also must blame the hideous propaganda efforts that have been expended over the millennia to warp and ruin their hearts and minds.

It’s unpleasant to see these junior lemmings and philosophical dwarfs berate a man that went to war, unpleasant even for me. Even as innocently, fundamentally opposed to and disgusted by war as I’ve always been since the first time I received its absurd explanation as an obstinate but natural condition of human life. It’s unpleasant to see, mostly because these young people clearly spend most of their waking time cultivating the extremely spare portions of their personality which they pray and imagine are interesting. When they are not trying to find sexual gratification, and we know how closely both these efforts are connected.

But those propaganda efforts. Some point to G.I. Joe, or perhaps to Hasbro and Mattel and whoever controls the reins of these creatures. Some quite correctly, like very wise babies what can make sense of the most obvious material phenomena, point to the endless and malevolent effluences of that reeking pit of despair and devilry we know as Hollywood. They note very often that Hollywood has intimate partnerships with the national security state and all its branches. So that the "A-Team" (for one terrible TV instance whose ideological influence i myself barely escaped) might in a sense be perceived as a formal rehabilitation effort, hatched to repair the mutilated reputation of the US Military soon after its decade-long rape and desecration of Vietnam.

Some point very wisely and correctly, like college students before whose eyes the scales had dropped before it was too late and they had received their shining diplomas and headgear, to Operation Gladio, and to Edward Bernays. Oh that skulking bane of history, E-Bern. Oh that sickening Great Man of History view of human existence, which is ever so comforted by conjuring up a single devil to explain campaigns of murder, greed and wanton despoliation of the earth that span generations. Yes that devil was as much conjured as born. Just watch him slowly consume that raw steak in that BBC documentary.

It must be one of those peculiar coincidences of history and genetic predestination that accounts for why Edward Bernays’ great grandson was a founding force behind Netflix.

And so it begins to appear as if the disastrous nature of human political life, which can at least reportedly/pedagogically be summed up as “warfare and pillage, and the capture of certain ethnic groups for profit and labor exploitation,” has eventually to be disguised by things like national holidays, and consciously erected national frameworks for the continuous maintenance of jingoism, and nationalism. I think those two concepts really just boil down to a coercion of the masses of people and suffering parents, towards accepting random, wanton warfare. It has nothing to do with anthems and this bizarre, abstract allegiance to certain patches of geography. It is a protection racket at its root, and a pretense of concern, or so it seems. And if it were not so completely ridiculous a false, contrived confabulation and conceit, then the regular services of the god-damned NFL and that nauseating white boy, Captain America, would not be needed like some sort of mandated, weekly inoculation. Tony Stark, the human, anthropomorphized tank, would also not need such a gauche, obvious, immoral rehabilitation from heartless capitalist weapons dealer to god-damned Super-Hero. G.I. Joe, while heroically baby-sitting whole generations of pre-pubescent boys, would not be shooting Non-Lethal lasers all over TV, every day, right at the time when school lets out, if not in service of the national fantasy of well-being In Spite of it All, In Spite of The Rampant Homicide of it All. “Star Wars” and its millions of black and blue bedsheets, rebirths, and afterbirths might not exist at all. Tried have you to imagine the general reaction to being opposed to a holiday like Memorial Day on principle, in 2019. Have you forgotten the day them towers literally disappeared into dust.

It’s tempting finally to reckon that we need Memorial Day of the dead as a national cry of mute and unreflective pain, a designated day of exuberant entry into summer, for the specific spiritual need we have to Forget About All of The Wars Themselves, and Their Coded Reasons, and the implacable systems they support and maintain. In a much more conscious way, they haven’t forgotten war in the Philippines or Iraq or Afghanistan or Vietnam or Cambodia and Laos, or in places like Hawaii, which we conquered without even declaring any serious kind of war at all, choosing very economically instead just to threaten the natives with the presence of arrogantly OP’d warships. Japan remembers so that we don’t gotta, maybe. Memorial Day would not be quite so effective, perhaps, if it occurred in Fall, or Winter.

The anti-capitalist will chime in with a ready agreement, and sing that the disasters of modern capitalism are so great and the workers and bourgeoisie of the imperial lands so ambivalently but in the end directly culpable for them, that the State has an existential need to constantly be honoring their dead, with fanfare and paid leave. Their coerced dead. Remember, propaganda is coercion. At least in the mawkish, fusty opinion of some people.

I don’t know how Smedley Butler ever slipped through the cracks of this monstrous edifice. Perhaps he and his glorious faery tale come from the shill factory, I’ve been forced to wonder. But you see, I’ve been exposed to so much beautiful and constantly reinforced, ritual propaganda and crisis acting that it curdles the instinct of reason more than a little bit, and I’m left not being very certain about history and what this or that calendar event means. Most of them do seem to celebrate some proven delusion, anyway. One of the best things about calendars and pro sports leagues is their regularity, one supposes.

Mattel toys was founded in 1945, interestingly. Some more of that nationally very productive legerdemain and pharmacology, perhaps, perhaps.