Some final words and sentiments about the Black Mamba.

Kobe Bryant was a more beautiful person than i realized. It's fairly obvious by about 9 minutes into this presentation and then interview. He's 17 years old here and shows more gravity and introspection than about 90% of modern American youths could possibly muster, in my opinion. (And by way of giving my bona fides for essaying the demeanor of younger crops of human, just this morning i walked a few blocks against the densely packed stream of college students going to their classes, in which cases i'm always powerless to resist peering at their faces and perhaps physiognomies: i can report that the situation is not exactly good or healthy out here. There is rampant insecurity, fear, and something perhaps indefinable but sad and defeated about young people today. My job has for many years positioned me for this kind of trans-generational observation of youth behavior, and i believe that it's the College Student who best signifies what a society intends or plans for emerging citizens, and for their nature and conduct. They are the people who've most fully ingested the lessons of master, State and corporation, and are expected to fulfill the bulk of the duties of witless, mutely obedient citizenship. University life may not be as sane or real as life among those who don't attend college, but it tends to reveal a kind of ordination of mainstream Being, or the sum effect of the ideas and plans of social engineers at their distant levels. They have created good, timid, fearful, compliant workers, but not healthy spiritual beings who can get along without a furtive discomfort that is physically recognizable. And when they haven't been more formally conditioned/exposed to be precisely this way, they still are ultimately malformed by the foul, ambient atmosphere of modern life, since about, oh, 2001. I hope i do not sound at all cynical.) But 1996 was a very long, long time ago. Anyway, a young fan he had played hoop with during a tournament had written Kobe a letter. It was an inspirational, kind gesture of appreciation written by an unusually sensitive, wise kid named Jared Gibson. He gave him some advice and thanked Kobe for touching his life and for being humble, real, despite being such a super-hero among men, even then at 16 or 17. For whatever reason, Kobe wanted to feature this letter in this ESPN piece. He called it "a beautiful letter," then read it aloud.

When he finished he was manfully holding back tears. You can see him swallow after saying the last word, and there's some humidity in his eyes. He had earlier spoke of the best thing about his life growing up in Italy, saying that everything was about "family values" there, and you could walk down the street and be warmly received by strangers, even talk to them. I think the best part about life growing up in Italy for Kobe Bryant may have been that it prevented him from growing up in America. But i'm sour about this question, since about, Oh, 2001, and to some extent even before then, as i was a mixed-breed, educated, outraged, idealistic little leftist who read Z magazine and Howard Zinn's history tome, and was mindful of the deep, extensive depredations of the CIA. Something seemed wrong about everything, to me. 

Kobe also speaks here about how he would like people to come up to him and not just praise his skill at basketball, but to also tell him that he's a good person and has helped people. He said "he likes to hear things like that." When he came back from Italy, his grasp of vernacular English and its speed when spoken by Philadelphians was not good at all. He was unable to understand Americans very easily, and again, perhaps it was just as well. It seems to me that Bryant had a tender heart and cared for other human beings. Hearing typical Americans of the modern age jabber might just hurt his feelings.

I'm not sure what darkness he eventually became involved in but it does appear that this was the case. I simply cannot imagine a more horrible environment to grow up and become a man in, for a sensitive, intelligent 18 year old, than Los Angeles, as a deified Laker, no less. A Prince in a city of devils, thieves and fakirs. Insubstantial Town. A place where evil cults have become a cultural institution and the behavior of these cultists now is completely licensed and unconcealed. 20 years after the star's arrival in (pre-September-11) LA, we now live in a time of much more high, daring, fearless mockery. When people, nay when heroic archetypes like Kobe Bryant are taken from us in these alarming and completely Obvious occult rituals, and so few people even seem to have the rational capacity to note that the crash itself was ridiculous and suspicious as could possibly be, we are definitely in some kind of lasting, epochal trouble. Or a form of imprisonment. This sort of thinking preoccupies me, personally: the idea that the average person is a consummate heel and foil, that we are being mocked and insulted and dared to stop snoozing.

I don't know about you, but i am so tired of having to witness the garish, ceremonial design-deaths of celebrities, of people who inspire broad love, admiration and hope. They are incredibly fit human sacrifices, you know. That's a tradition more ancient than warfare organized en masse by the State and its ruling aristocracies, even: selecting the most virile, healthy specimens and members of the community to be ceremonially executed at a certain time and place, in order to placate the gods and other forces. Ritual murder never stopped, it was just transformed to suit our modern pretense of civilization. I am so tired of the continued murders of:

Prince, Michael Jackson, Otis Redding, Sam Cooke, Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Jimi Hendrix, Whitney Houston, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, Fred Hampton, various Black Panthers nobody remembers, Martin Luther King, Jr., Tupac and Biggie and literally scores of other more marginal rap artists, and also athletes. Daryl Dawkins comes to mind, but i admit that on some level we just can't be sure. Some of those murders were politically expedient, some of them were simply a form of ritual, a public snuff film for purposes we have to spend significant time figuring out and discussing, because they're hard to comprehend in our secular, western rationalist age. Meaning our age of utter rubbish and deception crowned with a university mortar board and the sanction and complicity of everyone on television and in newspapers. If i'm unsure about the deaths of Otis Redding and people like Buddy Holly and the gang, or John Denver and Jimi Hendrix, then i'm still able to perceive patterns. One is left having to wonder, having to seriously question official narratives of celebrity death. "Celebrity" comes from the French word for "little star." Many of us will eventually be forced to accept that earth politics are tied inextricably to the heavens. I left out of the above litany of slain cultural heroes Mr. John Lennon, because i am making a point about the disproportionate use of black people in these sacrificial rites. Also, i happen to believe that Lennon and the Beatles represent one of the most scientific, methodical efforts to darkly influence western but also global culture---that is, next to the heavyweights of stealth social engineering, The Grateful Dead, and the entire edifice of what is now known as early 90's "gangster rap," a genre whose destructive cultural and spiritual influence still remains with us. And i suspect that Lennon and other of his band-mates were not ultimately totally ignorant of the scheme that brought them to their exalted, god-like status and world popularity.

Yes i admit on some level we can't be sure, again, but i also view the notion of certainty as being often over-rated, and in this era of dishonesty and mind-blowing revelation, close to bankrupt.

I am certain that Kobe's helicopter should not have been flying to a middle school girls' hoops tourney on a day of reportedly inclement weather, when the LAPD had grounded all their copters, and i am absolutely certain that the doomed aircraft shouldn't have been flying either that low or that fast. I am only certain of this because i can ably read journalisms, and in the early aftermath of such events is when one can find truthful expert testimony in those journalisms, if they choose to look. I am certain that it's no coincidence that Bryant was the night before his Death surpassed by "King Lebron James" on the all-time scoring list, while James was in Kobe's Birthplace, Philadelphia. I am along with many other people in 2020 certain that Lebron James is to some degree involved in Luciferian sorts of cultic activity. I am certain that it is strange and fishy and suggestive of bizarre parameters that baffle the average mind, that Kobe's defining, near-Mythical 81-point game happened to be the 666th of his career. I am certain that a single god-damned airplane cannot under any circumstances bring down any skyscraper, let alone the World Trade Center Towers, on a day when more than 15 or so military preparedness drills were being run by the National Security State, several of which simulated air defense protocols and commercial airplane hijackings. So you see, then, what fucking good is certainty, anyway, in our current lifetime. My own certainties haven't amounted to shit and indeed have the power of making me a pariah, a social outcast, if i let them.

Also, what good is civility and talking kindly to strangers when we're bred for competition and have a native terror instilled in us by traditional news, politics, and the fatalistic, existential realities proven by the mass murder of September 11, 2001 and all the murderous mass shootin horror it birthed right up to today?

One of my go-to theorems (which, of course, i learned from wiser minds and is also completely scientific and supported by the historical record) holds that certain select, influential men and women get "co-opted" or taken over to the dark side, when they have either committed a criminal act or have been framed for one. Perhaps these are the people who have been identified as not being susceptible to Voluntary dark-siding, to the materialist inducements to vice, pleasure and power that work so well with other, less honorable or spiritually sound people. It makes me wonder if Kobe was perhaps honey-trapped at that hotel in darkest Colorado. Everything is firmly on the table and the table isn't working class-sized, it's a massive feasting number of the kind we see from a distance at gala events, state dinners, and creepy Rothschild Balls. It makes me wonder about all these crashes of planes and cars that have claimed the lives of so many Princesses and James Deans and Eddie Cochrans, and so on and on. It all tends to make me want to withdraw and ignore literally everything to do with common civic life in organized societies, but instead of that, let's all try to forget our brand and our terror for a minute or so and engage with one another like Italians and Africans do, and maybe we can also have a moment of remembrance for Kobe Bean Bryant, who was a good young man with a thoughtful, loving personality before what appears to be a darkness crept in. That old "showtime" natural American darkness.

 

Bryant and his 2018 Ptah award

I didn't set out with this to itemize specific examples of proof that Kobe was part of the occult "underworld" of American celebrity. For one thing, this job has been handled more than adequately by the internet now for several years. None of this shit is actually secret anymore, particularly with the ascendance of the internet and the network of NY and LA stars more or less associated with people like "Jay Hova" Jay-Z and his friends, Robert Kraft, Warren Buffett, and their physical stud and champion, "King" Lebron James. Clearly these people derive some thrill or power from outstanding gestures and public displays, from the overt reveal. Still, i did find in little online backwaters further strange evidence of this campaign of occult flagrancy in the latter portions of Bryant's life.

Here is a YT analysis from what sounds like a Christian from Africa, a standard anti-illuminati grass-roots internet treatment of this subject. It deals with a Chinese Nike commercial, significantly, one which never aired in America, etc. It's understandable if you don't wish to watch the whole video. Briefly i'll break it down. It opens with fellow Hollywood insider, dark-themed film-maker Robert Rodriguez, visiting Kobe and making a pitch for a stupid movie. The movie features Bruce Willis and Danny Trejo; Willis seems to be a malignant force but i was unsure. The basic substance of the stupid satanic movie involves Trejo as an emissary of the satanic "Boss," who wants Kobe's Nike shoes. Kobe then has to basketball-battle demonic entities on top of a skyscraper, where the identity of The Boss is revealed: naturally it is Kanye West, looking as robotic and pliable as ever. Kobe beats the demons and Kanye flips out and then takes off in a helicopter. The basketball used in the frightful game was shown to have a time-clock in it, a sort of bomb timer thing. Kobe throws the ball-bomb at the helicopter and the aircraft explodes.

Here is a thin similac-treatment of Kobe's strange personal workout regimen which he himself calls the "666 workout."  Whatever.  I'm sure that like me, practically nobody had heard about this until after Kobe was removed from the earthly or at least intelligible scene.

Here is a terrifically bizarre, and in my opinion, chilling ESPN spot featuring Kobe and a snake puppet signifying his "Black Mamba" persona. The entire purpose of this open craziness is to "inspire children" to pursue success according to Bryant's strange metaphysical principles about "harnessing your dark thoughts and energy," as compared to less potent or productive "light or positive thoughts and energy." His legendary and even totemic "maniacal focus" and ruthless blocking out of most normal human considerations are well evinced here. If you've ever read anything of how Kobe behaved in his latter career---say, once he inherited the Lakers after Shaq's departure, which is about how i perceive this seemingly gradual change---then you come close to the conclusion that Bryant was deeply anti-social, and maybe a bit sociopathic. He at least for years shunned anything like professional athletic camaraderie, or hanging out with any team-mates, whatsoever. His minor feud with normal, mortal basketball pro, Smush Parker, resulted in some choice anecdotes from Parker about Kobe's behavior when they played together. This whole matter of Bryant Metaphysics for Success, it occurs to me, could simply be cover for a pat, left-hand path materialist doctrine of life and spirituality. Best to get the kids in on it with the puppets and cartoons and mythic heroes. If nothing else, Bryant and his "Mamba Mentality" symbolize to me the unapologetic, capitalist ruthlessness of the fully tapped-into reptile brain which is ever so delighted and transfixed by the continuous battle-and-competition metaphor of Organized Sport and its endless "seasons." Win at all costs and buy your wife a humongous diamond to erase your betrayal, etc. Embrace the dark side and so on.

I could of course show you several photographs of Kobe throwing up now traditional illuminist, dark fraternity hand signs and the like. Surely some people discount the cliched "diamond" or triangle hand configuration originated by the depressing and ubiquitous Jay-Z corporate menace, which indeed most of the top 10 NBA players and even Mr. Buffet and Mz. Degeneres have been seen to make at public functions in a very self-conscious way. Those denying types, though, are discounted, and probably imbeciles. I don't feel like showing that one sad photo of KB throwing up this sign at a tinsel town function as his cagey wife, Vanessa, looks at him with the pursed lip appearance of knowledgeable contempt. It's just gauche and it's just passe, these photos specifically meant for our dull, profane consumption. And in any case i feel that one other picture is more interesting, revealing. I simply couldn't find the image, but if you check out this lengthy dive into Kobe Occultism by YTer Chronicles of Judah 144 (rather too lengthy and casual, but he does generally good work), you'll see. The thumbnail image for the video (actually for Part 2 of the series) is what i'm talking about: it's another vile Nike ad and it shows a smirking Kobe placing his new Nike kicks up on his head to imitate horns. (Probably just a conniving and culturally standard, egotistical nod to his "GOAT" status, which he anointed himself with in 2018. Because it's important that you obsess over this kind of taxonomic, hierarchical Bullshit.)  These vulgar displays pass out of the realm of spooky and wicked, to me, into the more palatable territory of silly nonsense, now at this late point. But still it is occult mockery that would have been strange and daring back in, OH, 2000 or so. I could not be any more serious about this evaluation of how things have changed in two decades.

Now we should stop prattling on and bring this to a close. Did you know that 6+6+6= 18? Or that 18 is the inverse of 81, (as in points) and that reversal and mirroring is a principle revered in some occult systems? Incidentally, Aaron Hernandez wore number 81 when he played his brief, tragic, traumatizing career for the scandalous New England Patriots, which ended in his unaccountably bloody and symbol-laden "suicide" in prison mere days after his acquittal for murder. I don't feel that tangents exist anymore, frankly. Everything is on the table, just as master prefers. 

There's one other thing, by way of "evidence," that Kobe's sacrifice (along with the sacrifice of the other people and his daughter, if they are indeed dead or just in another time-stream or on a lavishly appointed private island chain) was in the end a sacrifice of an insider familiar with dark doings. And i was already done with writing this and at the last second decided to look at what Nike's last shoe-line was for Kobe. Because these people, or these creatures, are just that plainly direct and obvious at this point. For what it is worth, it appears that the final line of footwear for KB was called the "Kobe A.D. NXT."

No: two more things, and here is the second, related to the first: I don't know what the fuck is going on here with all this blatant preparation by Nike and KB for the ritual finale, and i don't care to know. And ultimately it's all very simplistic, as i see it, and clearly intended to resemble prophecy and its fulfillment. But it should probably be included here. This interview is from some damned Nike function for the release of those shoes which one has to assume Consciously referenced the timeline, "after death" abbreviation. I couldn't quickly confirm whether that's what the "A.D." meant. But listen to the first question the stooge with the absurd hairstyle asks of Mamba, he asks him "what is your relationship to death?" (This appears to be a segway from the fact that they are apparently on a stage for this launch event that is in the form of a "meso-american clock.") Bryant replies, "a comfortable one." I didn't make it past that because i'm tired of all this disgusting rubbish.

If you fancy going into a rabbit- or GOAT-hole along these nefarious lines of potential occult or even "deep fascist state" inquiry, then one event you could look at is last year's fatal New Hampshire car accident involving 7 dead former marines who were riding with their motorcycle club, called the "Jarheads," on their way to some charity event at the American Legion. (By the way, the subject, or concept, at least of "charity" and its tax exempt and money laundering and stealing status figures greatly in this whole grander subject of political lies and occult twisting and mockery. That is not an opinion.) I'm sure that in their own way, all these tragically dead soldiers and their wives could be called "fit." While you're getting smutty in that hole, consider the life and doings and strange Russian larceny stories of Robert Kraft, owner of the New England Patriots and some other profitable stuff. He just happens to like hanging out with Jay-Z and Meek Mill, and cares deeply about prison reform. The darkness i refer to in the story of Kobe Bryant is what it is, and that can also be researched on the internet if you know how to operate it. But we should try to remember that Kobe Bryant was an individual human being, and that it is systems, colleges secret and otherwise, and corporations that in the end very often turn these people into something fouler than they were originally. In our natures, the great majority of us are decent and humane. And some corporations, similarly, are much more evil than others.

Blog Entry, sometime in December, not yet 2020 but gettin close. We casually address the subjects of Trump, NY centers of wealth and intrigue, and with due little seriousness, The Impeachment Imbroglio

Redon

This morning on National Public Rodeo:

Senator Chuck Schumer (D-NY):

"....conspiracy theory....conspiracy theory...I've gotta go, Steve."

NPR word-reader and most serene interrogator, Steve Inskeep:

"FYI, Senator Schumer had informed us prior to the interview that he could only give us 7 minutes, and that is almost exactly what he gave us." 

...All i can hear when politicians intone the Hallowed, Gavel-time Words, "conspiracy theory," quite that many times in one brief, boilerplate segment from news media, is the sound of flesh-eating eels slithering in a horde towards unprotected cribs. The cribs in this case symbolize the soft, pewling minds of the greater portion of the public.

Obviously the Impeachment Intrigue is a rats' nest of...it is a rats' nest of Everything.

It begins with the premise that DT is to a more than cliched, nominal degree an "outsider" in the vicious game of NAP, or National American Politics. He's not completely Separate from the game, but is more of a regional player whose milieu is rapacious Empire State real estate development and Gambling Kingpinnery; a man whose thus engendered wealth, influence and family history are themselves Inseparable from Criminal Enterprises of the Highest and Oldest Type: International Mafia and the many things of which It is capable. Please believe me when i say i've done a fairly responsible amount of research into the life of DT and his forebears. Also i'm a NY kid and man, and growing up there through the 1980's and on, one was constantly exposed to the image and towering news-making prowess of The Donald. He is, as a man and very public figure, a very well-known quantity, you know. Even if he's incredibly canny, opaque, and in the end quite guarded, calculating, and expediently manipulative as a personality.

There is a sub-premise to this very important but troubling Political Reality of Origins and Secret Character as concerns Trump and his family's dodgy, twilight-and-margin-realm empire: Trump is connected to Italian, but it seems even more especially, to Jewish Mafia and to certain factions within the above milieu that put him uniquely at cross purposes, logically, to other factions. One of the single greatest questions that anyone faces when trying to make sense of Trump, is which specific factions he is allied with. (The Epstein case with its weird knottiness does spell this out quite well: he and Trump had what appears to be a serious and legitimate feud, centered at least around some quite revealing yet shadowy real estate shenanigans, but nobody is talking about that feud because, one supposes, it can only have the effect of making the demonized Trump look better.) It can then be very confusing and ultimately disappointing, just for instance, to anyone who is foolishly biased against world Jewry or is an outright anti-semite, to finally have to admit that Trump does not enjoy monolithic support from "The Jews." Indeed, it's a fact that some very high-profile Jewish influencers and politicians are stridently against Trump and are verily his most visible, vocal opponents and critics. I would describe Schiff and Schumer specifically as Jewish power elite who represent an old vanguard of financial and political authority of the east coast blue-blood bloc. Schiff is a carpet-bagging expat from his family's power-center of NY, who wanted to be a screen-writer, and the less said about his Left Coast pals and their private tastes, practices and criminal acts, the better. Suffice it to say, that at least imho, one doesn't develop deranged bug eyes encased in massive pouches like Schiff's, without having seen and been sanguine about some nasty things.

(Interlude: just this morning my intelligent and moral coworker and i had a brief discussion of "deep state warfare-level politics," in which i was morbidly pleased to remind him of the Shooting of Steve Scalise by a remote-controlled Type of man, on Donald Trump's first birthday in office. No mention of this event cuts mustard without also mentioning the symbolic Grenfell Tower Fire on that same day, in London, city of symbolic happenings and governance, generally. 7-7, COUGH AHEM LOOGIE. This interlude was necessary bc i am trying to express the idea that no analysis of modern politics in the Gloves Off Trump era---which is merely a follow-up act to the already bare-knuckle modalities of the Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama retinue of deep state political nonsense and murder-porn-figures---i say no such analysis completely cuts the mustard or is worth your time unless you proceed from the Primary Admission of Fact that All Politics is Mafia Intrigue, at its core. It has surely always been this way, what's more. It's just that in the information age we're exposed to more data, proof, and whistle-blowing, leaks, etc. The lewdly illustrative case in point and the dangerous microcosmic take on this is of course the arranged and quite brazen, attempted MK-murder or at least painful message-sending to Steve Scalise on DT's First Birthday In Office, to repeat myself. I'll say briefly that the proximate reason for targeting Scalise had to do with the asset-seizing Anti-HumanTrafficking Bill he had co-authored/sponsored, along with the other congressman who was at the "Soft-Ball" game that day. Even my non-conspiracy-minded co-worker was forced to remark, "Yea, strange that nobody talks about that attack anymore." But the fact is, in an organized and technologically mad, sped-up society that is governed by intrigue, murder-politics, and the secrets and dictates of the ancient mystery religions, one can never actually trust the news media to talk about what is important. They're an important cog in the great machine of deception and maintained authority. Even so, one of The Most Important cogs or departments in the whole miserable institution.)

So, consider the above forgettable stuff about Scalise, or even the Congressional Train Derailment which you may not recall unless being reminded, or even the fella who burnt himself alive in Zodiac Park or whatever near the White House, yes consider all these things the next time you're tempted to ridicule "conspiracy theorists" who keep going on about deep state warfare and conspiracies against the executive branch faction launched from within other branches of government. Consider the near-murder of Scalise and the sending of DT's personal doctor to Walter Reed Hospital to treat Scalise, when you judge DT's actions from that point on. It is literally all conspiracy and factionalism and secret attacks and counter-attacks, and in 2019, it is worse than childish to resist this compound-thesis. From this point until the election of 2020, i feel we can count on even more of these intelligible displays of mafia politics. I'm sincerely a bit sad to confess that my position is a naturally, undeniably conceited one: i'm proven right about this thesis on an almost continual basis. The recent events in London and again in Hawaii, and in NJ, and imo in Florida, probably, too, these are just more irritating and deadly chapters in this perpetual game of correctly smelling rats where there only are rats. I used to refer to September 11 Studies as being a futile game of whack-a-mole, in which there is so much separate, categorical proof of Inside-ness, in the end, that all research and proof-citing become redundant, and obnoxious, and provokes one into a mood reasonably described as hortatory and inclined to lecture. Again and again with myself and a handful of friends, i've debated what are The Top 5 Proofs of Inside Job-ness of Nein-11. It's a hard debate. Well then, an analysis of all global politics since then is just a prolonged game of whack-a-rat. The stench of massed rodent corpses is now overwhelming, leading into this next referendum. Popular culture provides many of the corpses and ritual icons, and this is because pop culture, in its debt to dark occultism, is exactly the same as "Politics." Popular and Polis, same.

It's my view also that no digest of the Matter of Donald Trump is sufficiently thorough or valid unless it considers his position in the September 11 Boondoggle of New Woild Orda Politics. What does he know and when did he know it? Plenty more than you or I, in those early moments, days, and months, you can be sure. He came out and said it in very Trumpian style, too, right after the "attacks." He hedgingly but yet directly casts doubt on the logic of such oddly, neatly collapsible towers, iirc, in a telephone interview. (I wasted 5 precious minutes trying to link to this audio file. It's clear that a google-chaff-blasting effort has been made, to obliterate a generalized or easily accessible record of this interview, and i'm under no obligation to find linked proof for the reader. The audio record exists, many independent-minded people have heard it, do your own research.Yes he said many tasteless, typical things about that day and the mass media has generously catalogued these statements, but that telephone interview has become comparatively scarce on the internet.) Trump knows real estate, and he knows NYC and its underbellies, and he knows Towers, after all. I would wager all my coins and ones and zeros, too, that he's not totally ignorant of ritual magic and alchemical themes, either, or the role of Hollywood in laying the magical corner- and key-stones of the events of that 2001 Tuesday, so long ago and far away now, whose final meaning relates as much to occult cosmology and millennium turning as to the desire to invade Iraq or occupy the gas and opium fields of central Asia. All of this happens to matter, even if not to Chuck Schumer. Jeffrey Epstein also matters, but not in the penny ante way we're instructed.

In welcome short, you are not only behind the curve if you don't subscribe ultimately to the Conspiracist View and Interpretation of History and Contemporary Politics, you are probably nowhere near the track to begin with. May God forgive you if you side with any given politician on any matter, and cannot make a steady, reasoned, researched argument for Why you've done so. To make any sense out of NPR or the logic of those who are paid to present ideas in mast-head Print or on TV, you need to go and do more or less annoying volumes of your very own research.

More optimistic Redon

Driving while Nominally Human

in the rain,
in the pouring low visibility rain,
while precariously driving
your motorcar,
that is a very good time to check one's cellular phone,
with laser focus, without a care,
even immediately after
one has turned
through a four-way intersection.
because, because baby,
life is short
and you don't wanna miss out
and you don't wanna be alone,
or behind the curve,
and you need a spike of endorphines
and you're young,
made of unbreakable matter,
and have never known
anyone who had a serious accident
or died in a wreck,
and really, it's probably impractical to
actually masturbate
while steering.

little cell,
little sell, where are ye gwan

i am motoring along.
One of these old-fashioned people,
that's me,
concerned about death and
needless accidents,
fretting still in my quaint, worrisome middle age,
over the social contract
and the contagious anger and shame
i feel at witnessing all
this sociopathic, narcissistic behavior
that has grown by titanic leaps and bounds in 20 short years
since these devices began to wrack and ruin
our already miserably self-absorbed
model of society.
Since the internet
and cell phones 
and 1001 Streaming Services
and murderously well-refined first-person video games
burst from the depths
of the MIC,
fully prepared to murder and confuse everything
with their buttons
and the infinite cozy womb for the
savage ego
which they all provide.


i looked to my left.
a college student, female, doing
what we have all come to expect from their
selfish, feckless breed:
Poorly conducting her car in the rain
while looking at her phone,
even though she only has approximately
3-4 seconds to do so,
if she is to be at all careful or sane about
the process,
having just merged through a sluggish
four-way clusterfuck
of civilization,
or at least of modern living.
We learn by
grotesquely repetitive example,
that these 3.5 seconds are
an irresistible temptation for the youth of today,
and also for the 35 year olds.
That ninety degree turn
is too valuable
a span of time to waste
on merely driving.

I say to Femalehood:
we menfolk accept that you are
more gregarious than us,
more social,
more inclined to burbling like shaken
soda pops
into whatever sound-transmission device is near at hand.
We accept that your social chops
bind society and the family together,
and that the limitless gossip
in your hearts,
this eternal tendency to talk
about social matters,
and even to talk shit in
a rather uniquely bottomless female way,
is not altogether
bad or reproachable.
But even still,
enough with the cell phone use whilst you are
driving upon
the roadways.
It's an unnecessarily costly, homicidal
act that can only be
explained as a vanity
now indistinguishable
from sociopathy,
in late 2019.

But then...
I look to my right,
and see a 58 year old man, driving
under the same wet, dicey conditions,
gazing into his precious phone.
A national craze of death-wishing.
Into the shredder,
and between the cheeks,
the contract goes.

as individuals we
are ever more
steadily reduced to shit.
People are lame,
people are unspeakably lame.
So that in the end we must simply cringe
and whisper it,
or scream
about it at the top of tired lungs,
in the clammy privacy of our own automobiles...
or do it like me, and mutter at
a level close to singing,
stringing together harsh invective sentences,
as if anyone cared.
People are lame,
bring on the comets and the reset
and the next season

there is neither enough time
in life
to examine or appreciate its beauty,
nor to develop a sound method
of dealing with human society
as it sinks
blindly into its mass grave

Jeff Epstein, Jimmy Savile, and the Case of the Clueless and Tardy Media Frenzy

 

The Surviving Twin Trades Sun Disks with The Halloween Babe. Even then the crisp, lively reptile eyes were apparent

Survey says! We can agree here that Jeff Epstein is largely irrelevant, a sort of Sir Jimmy Savile but not as horrific and definitely more smashable, however you might choose to smash him. Savile was similarly, posthumously exposed: well after all his immaculate damage, murder, child-raping and corpse-plumbing had been done. And what Charnin, this excellent statistician-type of man argues may in fact overlook the real possibility that JE was allowed to live, and could now be on a larger, safer island, even more fully stocked with scarcely nubile females, maybe in the inner earth. The overall story, of The Suicide-morphed-into-murder-speculation by even the concerned and dodgy, havering medical examiner must therefore be looked at (at least for conceptual kicks) as an extended psy-op with motivations we can only surmise with difficulty. You don't get much more irrelevant or harmless than Dead, and also while dead, you can be extremely useful as a false scent and colored herring. You can do so while living, too, if you're as agreeable as a Rose McGowan or a Michael Baden, for instance.

It seems to me that continued reporting on Prince Andrew has the rather forward-facing, obvious aim of hanging the poor old welfare recipient out to dry. He is the foil and the dupe left holding the perkiest funbags, but at least he had a capital time with willing, reasonably under-paid but feted young ladies, so don't cry for the Prince. If he were not being methodically left out to be nibbled to death by the tiny piranhas of the establishment presstitute corps and by the dull public opinions these hacks monitor and manipulate, then i can't imagine why the Daily Mail would have access to this story about he and Maxwell meeting at Buckingham right after the feds ramped up their investigations into the Epstein combine. Of course, leaks do spring and servants cannot be trusted. But the coverage of Randy Andy's involvement in all this just seems conspicuously constant and almost drip-fed; I'd expect further digging into his personality, specific bloodlines and personal history to reveal that he is the genetically expendable and helplessly simpering, mincing nebbish that he appears to be, and there you have it. Imagine a member of the Windsor syndicate being trotted out to be interviewed over these embarrassing horrors on even a pre-recorded news television interview! Not a member worth keeping, to be sure. And imagine some major corporation-journalist in the colonies being captured on a "hot mic" babbling about Buckingham Palace killing or otherwise kiboshing the Epstein story. Imagine the bad luck, timing, or corporate ownership ties, there. Oh these infernal microphones and verbal slippages, it's all so unbecoming. 

Not Entirely Sexually Trafficked, will be back by Wednesday or Friday, Mom

I only scanned the first half or so of that blog, but read with impatient interest the list of cumulative variables in the Epstein "death case," labeled as P's. Charnin does really keen work and has compiled a lot on the statistical improbability of witness deaths surrounding the public execution of JFK.

As always, the real story that creeps around forever behind the more palatable and presentable tale of Lolita Island where the Florida ingenues and Stephen Hawkings and Bill Richardson were all decidedly not coerced by any rationally adult standards, is the timeless story of Evil and bloodshed and blood-drinking, as well as intelligence operations managed by various States, including the US, Israel, Britain and Russia, too, maybe. Your guess is as bad and big-breeched as mine, probably. We had better stay in our lanes. 

But even so, think bravely of Epstein's little island in terms of the iceberg analogy: the island has a massive underside to it, basically a mountain, that can potentially be accessed via tunnels and impressive infrastructure to include elevators and great, big incubators for keeping the scores of perfect little Epstein progeny alive just as Der Sugariest Daddy had envisioned, humming along in their scientific dictatorship of a cryo-infancy. We are not supposed to question whether or not Epstein and those higher up in his ecosystem ever stooped to kidnapping and human trafficking, or drug transshipment. I suppose they would never have thought of such scummy lowbrow enterprises because the pleasure of owning islands and virtual rendition planes and fake passports?! was quite enough for them and they were quite satisfied as it was. (It's of value to my moral, logical and philosophical interest in this irrelevant story, that JE's explanation for this incredible scofflawing of international law was that he as a Jewish man was afraid, in light of September 11, and so he needed a false identity as a Saudi) All the 15-yo's were paid, if quite poorly, reportedly, but after all they got to hang out in mansions and take "free" tropical vacations. Islands and Florida coastal real estate and private planes and fake passports and dual citizenship are no good for those other more beastly lines of human and drug trafficking work and attendant "Compromising Ops," anyway. Someone would notice. Be very brave and notice. Aleister Crowley was almost surely an asset of British Intelligence for some part of his life, at least. Sir James Savile was known by no few number of people to be a literal psychopath, while enjoying the patronage of the Crown and the British State. No truth like his "comes out" only after his death. To say that "September 11 was a love letter to Aleister Crowley," as flowery and nonplussing as such a statement is, is not far from the truth. It was either a love letter or made with great pains to appear as if it were. There's a familiar patina of Look No Further over the whole Epstein bauble.

I get this well-tickled and -fleeced feeling, too, out of all this irrelevant and sheepish Epstein piffle. Like every good, semi-literate conspiracy theorist or "Truth Seeker!" in the post-Nein-11 wasteland of our sick and morally crippled globe culture, i was kvetching about JE many years ago. Everyone with any kind of clue knew, just as we knew about Savile for several years before he croaked and left us to clean up his satanic pukepile of an anointed life and legacy. We knew only because of the internet and the honor and privilege it affords curious people of finding one another, and allowing us to discuss publicly unconscionable ideas there. Another idea which is unacceptable under the current cultural and neo-theological regime is that in this JE saga, and indeed in many other very important matters and geopolitical conundrums the world faces, there is an implicit and almost universally unaddressed question of a Hebrew nature. There is a singular, carefree Jewishness to the Epstein story, with its involvement with the deeply interesting Maxwells of England, and its peripheral and very compelling connections to Florida Mogul and mob-funded casino playboy/media magnate, Donald Trump. Indeed the question of the Trump family's connections to Israel and specifically Israeli mafia, (this is sometimes, even often, what is really signified if not exactly intended by the euphemism of "Trump and the Russians," if you didn't know) is laying quite nakedly before us, right on the golden table. We are simply not supposed to be interested in such specifics or their various implications, because when we innocently are, we are apt to be called bigots or worse. But you know how that goes. If you have a consistent and upright moral world-view, dear pal, you'll never have to worry about being a bigot, only being called one by fools or dishonest people. 

And look here, at a necessarily macro-level, whenever you're dealing with NYC mobsters and Manhattan real estate tycoons, you are then also dealing with the Mother of all current, intransigent geopolitical drama (and semi-magical deep state warfare, while we're at it): September 11, 2001. Yes i insist that in the backdrop of anything is usually the most juicy and necessary story. In this same blind spot of total non-interest in the genetic, national, or theological question of a very powerful and exclusivist, somewhat extra-territorial minority population, exists also an ignorance of most of our history as human beings, for what it's worth, and just to be topical, an ignorance of the empyrean and ultra-relevant metaphysics of Stanley Kubrick's work, as well as of Why Donald Trump has any connection to Nikola Tesla at all, or Why those several gay choir members from Obama's Chicago Church ended up shot in the back of the head leading into his initial election. The wounds in each case resulted in death. In short, I am an equal opportunity misanthrope and skeptic. I am not an anti-semite, and anyone who suggests such a thing can only be laughed at and regarded as needing some sympathy and a bit of kindness. They have perhaps never heard of Larry Silverstein or Sabbateanism, or certain antisocial pronouncements of the Talmud, or the extensive history of false flag operations and how many nation states have repeatedly benefited from them. Some of the darker aspects of Egyptian and pre-Babylonian magical systems and what they imparted to Kabbala probably hold no interest for such stubborn name-callers, too. It's possible also that they have never had explained to them the complete intellectual and spiritual non-starter of any form/concept of racism or bigotry against any other ethnicity, creed, or color. Anyway but importantly, i resent and reject ever being told that i cannot ask any given question in any given way. Any question at all, provided i am moral and conscientious of the well-being of others.

In further but i promise pithier short, one has to have achieved high levels of being either a bastard or a fool to be racist or truly bigoted, and thankfully that's just not me. What we are dealing with on space-earth at any time-space, in my humble blog-writing opinion, is the primary question of Evil, and not the infinite, time-wasting, mundane human triviality of sub-labels and categories, of narrow and arrogant blame-leveling and rushes to judgment. Every tribe has a sacrosanct and largely unquestioned, temple-keeping priesthood and i feel the blame lies mostly with It, throughout time, and with their rare counterparts among the lay public who have sick minds and who lust for power. What we sort of stumblingly call "devil worship" actually does exist and has always been here. Then there are the archons and the forces incomprehensible to most of us... and therein lies the eternal rub and desolation of (part of) our (mostly clueless) condition. These are my opinions and i have hereby written them down in permanent digital form, because i have both the time and a vestigial civic spirit.

 "The indictment says that both guards effectively confessed their failure right after the 66-year-old Epstein was found unresponsive with a noose around his neck in his cell at 6:33 a.m. on Aug. 10."

The names are always worth looking at in any story having such broad and animal appeal. (Fundamentally the JE saga is about Power, Sex, and Death-skull Grinning Age Gap Factors, or the grotesque poisoning of youthful innocence by wealthy old men of privilege; One More Reminder: it is Not about Human trafficking, vast Honey Trap intel-gathering Operations, or murder, or the very interesting dispute or even feud between Epstein and Trump, which for vulgar reasons wouldn't play well as an "angle" in "mainstream media" with its demonstrated bias against DT) I say the names are important because it is my personal belief that "magic" is at play in most all of modern politics. Naming and "spelling" are power, and they are magic. I wish that i didn't feel i had to explain this anymore, but in fact i suspect that the truth of this axiom is rooted in abstruse metaphysics that are quite beyond me, anyway. Names, numbers and signs/symbols. It's half-interesting that one of the two guards who "slept and allowed JE to remain unmonitored as he died" is named Tova Noel. This, even for African Americans and their noted whimsicality in naming, is a somewhat unusual name. It's like a portmanteau of the first two Abrahamic faiths. Tova being primarily Hebrew, meaning "good" or "pleasing, beautiful." "Noel" is from French and of course means nativity or birthday, it comes from a word meaning "birth." So Jeffrey Epstein allegedly died under the watch of a guard whose name means "Good or auspicious Birth." The other guard has a last name of Thomas, which is amusing in a case that is defined by the high level of doubting it's caused. A Rasmussen poll shows that 42 per cent of Americans believe that JE was murdered. These are numbers reminiscent of the good public sense and dubiety following the deeply well-organized public execution of JFK. 

The very idea that JE was previously found all messed up with bruises on his neck in his cell in July is weird. Normally a hit on a man in prison does not get botched quite like that. The psychotic, steroided, corrupt drug-dealing and convicted murderer cop placed in his area right at that time surely could have handled JE if that was his assignment. And iirc, JE's team maintained that it was not a suicide attempt... but i have to say when one is gamely trying Not to see ritual in each and every major public event, it's unhelpful to have little wrinkles like this one, of the botched death. Like a headlined premonition, a mission statement, or something perhaps symbolic. Or just a message.

I have this annoying literary tic where, when i've managed to corral the perfect storm of private energy sums and urgent sentiment required to write at all to begin with, i end up going "I could go on and on..." and then i wrap it up. The very serious problem is that i actually can go on and on, and more generally that in making cases as ribald, hyper-critical and pessimistic as my chosen cases tend to be, one literally Has to go on and on. Because the case must always be cumulative; explained less fully or in piecemeal it makes so little sense. Context, dreadfully, is everything. Much of the JE case only makes approximate sense when considered in the mutant post-modern context of the Gloves Are Now Mostly Off period of this Donald Trump and mass shooting hoax era. The era of undisguised satanic pop culture and the lime-lit Bruce Jenner Deconstruction Apotheosis. The public is being treated at almost ever exponentially higher levels to an ersatz description of reality, to a synthetic narrative. Fake bloody news, etc. So we have a gangster/TV-host president with impenetrable family history and global mafia ties, who is widely, constantly hated for just being a pussy-grabber who plays coyly to white nationalism. Those two last qualities are bad enough, I agree, but I'm saying there is an oceanic depth of mystery, wrong and badness worth knowing something about, beneath and enveloping all of that. Sadly i have been paying attention, and the Obama imperium really honed my ability to watch the hands of the dealer, but more importantly, taught me to research the dealer's family and upbringing, and who originally funded the casino. Really it's not very hard at all, with the power of this internet. The only surprising thing about this JE serial drama is that a giant door knob was not installed in his cell to make it all go down smoother for the cranky, colicky public.

My Point is that These Men are Priests of Popular Culture. Taste-makers and Infiltrators of households. Excuse the stuffy use of the word "homosexual" here: probably this graphic was made by an older British person

For They All Had Itchy Ears, and Hied Thus to the Internet, for its Dependable Function as Echo-Chamber

Monsieur Gilliam, Europhile, has very fine attention portée aux détails, and indeed seems up to his ears in the Business of them

As i am quite a fairly big boy with a big boy's surplus of time, i read a couple of articles on "power laws and scale-less systems," the efficiency and data-distribution policies of the brain and in particular the visual cortex. Link below. I accept that that article and its subject matter are difficult to understand for most people, including me, and may not be worth your time. It takes a bit of work and focused reading, depending, maybe, on how much science journalism, remorselessly idiomatic academic literature, or philosophy one takes in their diet. Google is as ever your friend in attempting to read abstruse material outside your ken or "pay-grade." But apart from neuroscience and brain-mapping being interesting material for even lay study, this article deals with ideas you can apply to your own life, or at least your own areas of curiosity. I consider this all in relation to Media Studies, and as a potentially helpful answer to questions i mull about crowd psychology and current social engineering efforts. There are also dreadful A.I. implications for these findings, and they'll of course come to a dreadful fruition, within most of our lifetimes. Anything that allows The Terminator or Google or Mug-Mag to make more perfectly human-like determinations is probably bad.

Various trivial details attendant to the events of September 11, 2001. Observe the Observer. Observe how much Hollywood insisted on playing with the props, both globe and monolith.

"Carsen Stringer of the Howard Hughes Medical Institute says that the level of dimensionality in the brain’s representations is tuned to stop trivial details in images from overwhelming their bigger features."

As far as that media studies suggestion of mine: To what extent can our minds, when consuming news media in the aggregate, distinguish between propaganda or scientific thought-manipulation on the one hand, and rational, discretely objective data on the other? Leaving aside the drab consideration of whether the individual is intelligent enough to understand what legitimately constitutes "objective data..." How can we perceive differences between supposed Narrative logic and actual Forensic Logic? Between the passions of a given, individual news story, and the contextual dictates that should govern how we conceive of and interpret a broader collection of similar news stories? I'm quite sure that help is needed from a green screen and willing toadies such as all of the NYT, Wa-Po, and WSJ columnists, and all the tele-pundits on the spectrum from Anderson Cooper to Sean Hannity, to get so many of us to be overwhelmed by Narrative as opposed to guided by proportional, case by case forensic logic.

In other words, what dark neuroscience is responsible for seeing to it that the majority of Americans do not know about the sorcery of Hollywood in foreshadowing and also blatantly hat-tipping towards the imminent September 11 Mega-ritual? It seems that some form of denial is in effect here, at this point. It would be interesting to know the hard statistics on the number of people who eventually became aware of "the notion of" this occult ceremonial reality but then simply rejected it and opted to do no research into such a mind-halting and fascinating subject. And for the rest of the public who remains categorically unaware of the Mega-ritual aspect and all that it says about Hollywood Culture and underbelly, (and thus about corporate America) as well as occult religion, i will have to suggest that a certain amount of less responsible denial is at work, or put another way, of mind control. One can call it "cultural mind control" or one can ascribe a more direct, methodical, prescribed agenda and blame to a culprit behind this. These are differences without much distinction, and getting very tedious for their semantics, imo. Culture is certainly not always organic, and this is the main point.

In other, other words, what clever misrepresentation efforts have been required of the combined apparatus of news media, state/government primers and officials, and law enforcement, to in the end find so many people in the USA ignorant of just how many of these many "mass shootings" are fake? They are in fact Gladio-style synthetic terror operations that hobble out of some factory looking very unsure of themselves, reeking of trite narrative scenario-flaws and memes, and pinned on patsies with glassy eyes or that old auto-termination feature. We should all be very well-schooled in what a false-flag mass-shooting looks like, except for that the high-strung, emotional narrative-hogwash of the Obama Period, i truly believe, crippled and hollowed out much of our detective instincts and common sense. Indeed, from 2000 on, we had to endure 16 consecutive fucking years of practical CIA and black magic bonesmen-type presidential rule, and nothing that came from or occurred during this period should surprise us at all. One can even view the totality of "Pizza Gate" as another lewd operation to distract the public and also get them attacking one another, all while placing preferred occult themes of child prey, sacrifice, and sexual abuse before the public imagination for over a year. The very fact alone that Alefantis appeared on prime-time news TV and in a privileged op-ed in the Wa-Po to acquit himself indicates less to me that he was being protected by fraternal care and communal self-interest as that he played a role in a long-game production that from its beginning involved the cooperation of major news media organs. What's more, as with the Q phenomenon, it isn't especially sound reasoning to place much faith in any (decentralized or quite anonymously driven) info-distribution effort simply because it is from 4-chan or Reddit, etc, and not from an established agency, network or paper.

In the deluge of media coverage over all these poor dead celebrities strangled by doorknobs, (about whom some credibly open-minded people debate whether or not they actually died or were given the golden ticket; it's necessary in this particular meta-neural and epistemological-type discussion to note this) how did it become just a power-law-obedient, decayed-trickle data point, that the matter of such connected phenomena is on its damn face ridiculous? That the murders are a patent absurdity which demand public inquiry into conspiracy? But you get no inquiry, and we express no interest, let alone outrage, and in some sense why should we, down here? Just more door-knob and elevator deaths, isn't it awful and in some ways just delicious. Even in spite of the valid research and speculation into Hollywood star-whackers, occult ritual murder, and the specific relation some of these stars had to questions about child and human trafficking. All of which information flows freely at all times through the internet and the zeitgeist of "alternative thinking and research."

It's obvious now that an entirely new industry has developed in response to the likelihood that many of us are getting very close to waking up to such Trivial Details, and rather simultaneously, at that, given the special form and practice of the internet. The new industry is a hybrid of cranky psycho-analysis and the meat-headed sanctimonies of those who receive fine paychecks to remind the public of how ignorant an ever-growing number of them are. How many times now does a Parkland-style op need to be followed up with fiery denunciation of "conspiracy theorists," and how many think pieces have you personally read over the past 10 years which describe the pat, suspiciously convenient and hackneyed "scientific/psychological" reasons for why more and more people are becoming conspiracy theorists? All that seedy, poor-faith, logically unsupportable rubbish about unstable people who need to overlay Order onto a world of Chaos, by creating conspiracies where they plum do not exist, massa, yessuh.

Trivial Analog Detail of the Looming Variety, flanked by three sets of twinned objects

Perhaps then, we shouldn't be so horrified by the idea that some external force, agency, steering group, or disembodied phrase of your choice, is attempting to prevent us from seeing the details. The messy details. Perhaps these forces have long known more about the workings of the crowd-mind and the distinct ego-brain than even the scientists they are funding at this or that Howard Hughes medical research center. Trivial, spattery, nuts and bolts, vagina- and penis-magic details like dates, and anniversaries, and zodiac data; street and people names, the numbers on hotel doors, address signs, etc. Ephemera like premonitory Kubrickian monoliths cropping up exactly at major sites of drama and suffering, right ahead of schedule. Small data points like clusters of especially anti-Christian wrong-doing right near sacred occult holidays celebrating witchcraft and death worship. To put that generically; i know how some people resent insufficiently precise language, and love Samhain.

As hovering and expansive as earth problems are, i'm more and more coming to view the question of specific blame as a waste of precious temporal units. And really there does appear to be so much blame to spread about.

Details, details, Simpsons. German edition of Non-11 Mega-ritual Duck Tales Comic Special; it says the same thing in Roman Catholic and Amerikan

 

Apparently, God is Into Details

To my way of supposing, this subject of (relational/proportional) power laws and the ?brain/mind?'s way of conserving energy in receiving stimuli, may also bear closely on the mysteries of divination, prophecy, and ESP. In keeping with my current biblical spirit: part of our consciousness may be wired only to accept and interpret the abundant wheat of material existence, while a lesser or less currently discovered domain may deal in the more mystical chaff and data: those less confined by physical laws or concepts. Chaff here being not at all worthless, but rather, undesirable to our would-be masters. It seems increasingly probable that whoever designs news coverage as well as the actual, visible format of news delivery since around 2000, seeks in the first place to manipulate and gloss over facts and viewpoints that are undesirable to them, and often directly contradictory to the collected conclusions and analyses of mainstream society and The State...and in the second place to feed us distracting and swooshy red and blue graphics that bedazzle the logical mind, it is Said. I feel that it's proven. The ethic involved in the distracting and binary combative format, and graphics displays, and constant ticker-taping of on-screen news programming, is arguably (and arguably, by definition and intent) Unethical. It seeks to lower the defenses of the rational mind while news-organizers slip into it these lunatic mythologies like Dylan Roof, Stephen Paddock, the idea that the moon is not some mysterious artificial construct, James Holmes, Adam Lanza, et al, and the entire events of Charlottesville and Nein-11. The immorality behind the larger, collectively broadcast effort (from CNN to BBC to FOX, symbolically speaking) of blandly manipulating/decontextualizing the narrative construction of a given psy-op or major news story, or even the "isolated" election-cycle murder of a pretty white woman by an immigrant, or the solstice gang-murder of a young man on camera, by machete: that larger, cultural, power law effort also lowers your critical intellectual defenses, but does so over the course of your lifetime, and at an almost exponential pace, it really does seem. Since around 2000.

Anything that can be done to degrade our intuition, our rational faculty, and our powers of abstract, more mystical thought, is not only being done, but ritually attended to and encouraged, and studied both with public monies and resources, and without them.

Very old and detailed sheep's liver model

The Babylonian-era tablet pictured here is a model of a sheep's liver. For practice. Everyone knows how much a freshly and ritually killed lamb's liver can tell about the state of society and the future. A well-known microcosmic bit of bloody heurism, in which the direction of lines and degree of node-possession in one smaller life-form can indicate larger shifts or eventualities in the life of the designated priest's society, or of its King, which is a very big life-form said to have become practically extinct. Helpful links suggest that this business of Power Laws is conceptually linked to that of Fractals, so. A fractal can serve as an analogy for the Hermetic Maxim.

This is a fractal

So are these, again, apparently

The Bureau of Printing and Engraving is surely baffled by this random accumulation of sequential details in their products. It's absolutely just a rumor that this Bureau has contained many generations of Freemasons in its employ.