Oh The Soul of Basketball is in Peril

 

42 AND MASKED HEROES AND WHAT ABOUT BLACK CATS AS OMEN

 

 

 

  

 

As insidious as Pro Sports' nakedly cynical intrusion into Gladio-Style False Division Politics is, it's no more shocking or ugly than when Nike or Greta Thunberg and her dark satanic mammy do it. All of this stuff is a fine example of corporatism, Corporatist Politics by means other than conventional, direct finagling through (co-opting of) government forces/cannibal monkey politicians. And while we are here let's remark that there's something terribly Lewd about that obvious ritual used to kick off the Great Rubbish-19 Plandemic of 2020 and beyond: the ritualized death/sacrifice of Kobe Bryant and the 8 others, which rather clearly mimicked the aerial death of the female R&B star and 8 others shortly before Nein-11, 2001. I forget her name. She had also been permitted into Hollywood via that vampire movie, which is another generous connection and point of legit inquiry. Oh yes her name was Aaliyah, and the movie was "Queen of the Damned." Queen.

 

Anyway, the "King Kill" ritual involving Kobe was equally involved with the talkative Senator Lebron James, who many have speculated is the illegit son of a former Cleveland Cavs NBA player, which would be just more of this subcontracting Command and Control Praxis that brings us people like Bill Clinton, the illegit Rockefeller whelp of Arkansas, and many other royal offspring throughout time. (for an example of what sordid P.R. fate befalls one who is not cleanly descended from the patrilineal line, observe what is going on in the life of the virtual bastard, Prince Harry, and his dark TV and B-movie minstrel-bride of The Americas) Probably everyone here knows about the Rothschild speculation as concerns the spawning of Hitler, in this possible vein. So: Kobe as King is replaced symbolically and materially by Lebron, "King James," who has coursed along in an even more anointed status kind of way since the helicopter crash that shouldn't possibly have happened unless the fix was in on on Kobe, which it clearly was, and which is obvious to anyone who's done some hours of examination into the Kobe/Corona Ritual. 

 

Incidentally, it's doubtful that the rituals involving Kobe and the other slain pop culture figure from 2001, named Aaliyah, whose death inaugurated or foreshadowed Nein-11, were executed via aircraft if The Heavens were not in some way a Meme to be noticed in the whole affair. Or so it seems to me. There are probably some pregnant psychological underpinnings to aircraft calamity and trauma such as these; maybe they connote some air of inevitability and are meant to prod at our genetic fear of weather or The Gods above, etc. Plummeting aircraft as Meme seem to reliably short-circuit the rational functioning of the minds of the public: it somehow keeps us all in terrorized line and focused on the flickering on the cave walls of earthly life. 

 

Now look at Lebron burbling away at the helm of the NBA, and note all the journalism claptrap rhetoric about how he is the de facto King and Leader of the Players' NBA. He has not stopped piping since the Safety-and-Control-First Bubble Playoffs began and for some time before then, too, as the BLM conflagrations of uncivil society were getting underway by their clearly methodical, central-committee-organized design. (It occurred to me only yesterday that the Breonna Taylor death seems TAILORED to incite a more or less Perfected Symmetry of Political Acrimony and Disorder, thusly: even i with all of my fundamentally leftist and pro-black credentials am forced to admit that it is a fairly weak standard to bear for the Left and Fed-up black people, this Taylor incident. It presents a fairly reasonable argument or position For Both Sides of the "Debate," in short. As i understand it, her boyfriend shot at the police, claiming afterwards he "thought they were intruders," and the police shot back at him, and their bullets penetrated a wall and killed Taylor as she lay in bed. Come on now. A talented script-writer for a hack-serial TV cop drama couldn't devise a better or less intellectually soluble situation to express legitimate outrage on Both Sides, almost equally. And it's worth noting also that it's quite probable that many people who are outraged by the death and the incident do not even know the precise and apparently undisputed details of the incident. But that's not too important bc all of our Race-Tension dialectical politics are intended from on high to always be monochromatic, simplistic, and fundamentally concerned with maintaining divisions, and not with logic or subtle jurisprudence, or Fair-minded analysis. Yes the Taylor matter is kind of specially fucked up, if you ask me, and seems to be uniquely designed to encourage a stubborn, intractable cleaving to the battle lines On Both Sides, Leading so closely into the Election of The Great and Distracting Figurehead, who may or may not himself be a designated player in a murky, long-form esoteric ritual, as well as a time-traveler. Very few of us know even a third of it all, this sweeping epic we're caught in.) 

 

My main point here is that we can now see a through-line running from the synthetic Culture Crises of Race Matters and "systemic institutional racism," to the corporate edifice of Disney itself. Because Disney in Orlando and more broadly in their dominated state of Florida (itself an economy run on illicit imported drugs and human trafficking and State Black Ops sites, as every woke person knows) is essentially in control of the current NBA Master-Knows-Best Bubble Playoffs, with its bizarre and even obscene display of Digitized Fans looming over the court, all jangly and Disconnected and pixelated. (Personally i perceive a nasty, anti-social message in this "digitized fan" development, too. It is unnerving) Disney, then, is sponsoring the BLM movement and the Olympian Lebron James is now transformed into a Luciferian Titan, and is given the microphone at every available chance, and nobody smells the sulfur except the crackpots in the margins, "on the internet" where sadly, every single bit of legitimate political-philosophical work is now in fact done. The whole spectacle is completely fucked and weird-looking from start to end. It looks like a massive dead thing covered in red and black ants battling away. Battling over rotten meat whose racial characteristics nobody can even determine at this point. Perhaps Bill Gates knows, as he is one of the foremost thinkers on the subject of Race, or at least, on what is best for Africa. And if anyone has seen the Japanese? commercial that Kobe did a few years back, where he and Kanye---playing the Devil-Figure---fight it out on top of a skyscraper and then Kobe throws a bomb-basketball at Kanye's helicopter and it explodes, then they may agree that many of these scenes were written well in advance of their staging, as with Non-11 and many others.

 

A now very clear through-line exists, running from State to Corporation to Organized Sport to Cultural Entertainment to Public Event-As evil ceremonial magic complete with human sacrifice, all of it in this case connected to Covid-nineteen, and the theme/meme of Royalty, or Control. And let's not get into whether or not Kobe is Still Alive, etc, bc this is a pointless non sequitur, however bedazzling or interesting the whole Golden Ticket Island, or Mars Mansion speculation may be. 

 

It's in this haze of fact-checking and rational observation that i can now also look with some modest pride on my past, consistent observation that the NBA and the NCAA (conspicuously in that case involving various Jesuit Universities, and i made this case very clearly in some ultra-significant FB posts and also mini-essays, bc the case is easily fucking made) have been using some secret system of physics or who knows, space-time manipulation, to affect the trajectory of the basketball as they see fit. I kept wondering Why the scales had been dropped so obviously during the past 5 or so years in this way. WHY were they making it obvious, in the Playoffs and March Tournament no less, obvious at least to people who really knew basketball and its specific physics? And to this or that attentive Gematria crowd online, bc they saw it too. I naturally assumed that this unveiled or gloves-off use of the secret and flagrantly devious and immoral physics was in some way related to Bigger Things or Imminent Developments. (shhhhh: it WAS related to Something, and chief among that Something was of course the Legalized Gambling Maneuver that came soon after these outright, surely astronomically profitable rigged-game-and-series hi-jinks and hijackings) 

 

It seems now that we're in the early stages of a terrific global reset of some kind, or a Preparation. It appears we're in a phase of global belt-tightening and fat-cutting, represented by the Global Rubbish Plandemic that starves and restricts seemingly everything, and drives us into even more ludicrous, illusory and illogical political divisions and forms of mutual contempt. Imagine if you were trying to have a nice supper in the cooling of the summer and as some of the Coronavirus restrictions were finally relaxed, supper with your whole rejoicing family, and some shrill and pasty, clearly over-nourished white bitch came strut-marching up to your table with her plump fist held high and screamed scorn and derision into all your faces and swept your meal and drinks right off the table bc you did not obey her pointless commands of rhetoric and fist-raising? Just imagine this, if you're capable of such a mad fantasy. 

 

One could logically interpret the use of that Conniving and almost Desperate Suppressed physics in Pro Sport (it has also been observed in both Football and Baseball, affecting their balls also, and the incalculable exchanges of betting money and reaping of sly profits and simple fan spending) as being, en toto, a method for making some crazed amount of profiteering Loot by Insiders, in advance of a major change or effort. Think of the Nein-11 money and the "missing Pentagon Trillions and the put options," think of the restructured insurance policies of the WTC Towers months before their Physically Impossible collapses, think of the Lost Japanese Gold of WWII, etc. That's how i tend to see all of this. Bc, again, the elephant in the room in this whole disgusting Pro Sport Secret Physics saga is of course what the SCOTUS kind of magically decreed during this Presidency of Trump, The Tower King and Gambling Titan: the opened floodgates of Legalized Gambling. It's only responsible to note that several generations of children have by now been introduced to a normalized form of gambling, through video games (controversial "in-game purchases") over the past 15 or so years. Specifically, the NBA video game, 2k, has for years now featured a casino space where your "MyPlayer" avatar enters specifically to spin a roulette wheel Daily for helpful prizes that enable one to win more games when literally playing the serious game, (very competitively against other actual human players, with loads of money being exchanged there between these players, through modern money-exchange apps and sites) when the wheel is not giving your avatar free Nike or Under Armour clothing and gear etc. 

 

There's a parallel between the secret physics definitely used on Non-11, 2001 to deconstruct and evaporate that valuable Manhattan Real Estate, and now the secret physics very probably used to insure that Villanova or Toronto or Cleveland win their titles, by favoring the arc or bounce of their basketballs.

 

In all this context it's fascinating to note that as a Physical Specimen, nobody has ever seen anything like the confusion of Size, Strength and Speed that is Lebron James, and he's an absolute Marvel in terms of physical longevity and the refusal of his body to be injured at all, despite an absurd number of hours spent playing high level basketball since his anointed youth. (We're all regularly informed that James "Spends $1 Million per year On His Body," so fuck you, poor people, enjoy your sickly retirement Of The Future, under this phantasm of a new model of Darwinist health care) Maybe his creation was aided by some laboratory means, or some Disney Ritual. At the very least, James seems to have come along at the very most perfectly useful time as a Titan of Public Notability and unparalleled genetic excellence. In any case, his being groomed as some Global Ambassador, King of the Placebos, some probable future politician, Good Chum of the Luciferian Hip-Hop-and-Warren-Buffet-et al crowd...is a really very comical process, if it weren't for the evil that it happens to smell like and trail along out of its stinking, rubbishy, Disney-themed, child-manipulating rectum. There's really a lot going on here, but the corporate wrangling of Public Animal Spirits is especially vicious, especially noteworthy, as we see all these Cultural Warfare programs spin totally out of control, as we approach the Big Election we are meant to care about More Than Anything Else, Amun. 

 

Here's one related idea in this mega-theme of ritualized, ersatz politics, or collective life: if we are meant to be so concerned and supremely exercised about the Big Election, what then does it mean that a NYC mafia figure, gambling Kingpin flush with Russian-Israeli money, and Hollywood/TV darling with such manifest ties to dodgy international politics and mobs is being pitted against an obvious sand-bag of a dotard, this hysterical fraud of an inappropriate little girl-groper and actually senile motherfucker like Joe Biden....then wtf? What the damn fuck? How could any sensible person see any of this dog and pony show as being anything other than a hustle and a con and a mean-spirited campaign to defraud us and make us look very, very stupid. Joseph Fucking Biden, ok. This amusingly addled and decrepit, seemingly public pederast, "man." I mean, you ain't black, jack, and i doubt you could do a single push-up, frfr. I am more familiar with Biden's wife and geographical location at any given time, than he is. What is going on? What is going on here is an elaborate yet oddly obvious hustle and nothing more. A clear and present Challenge to the dignified, individual human mind to attempt to make any kind of sense At All out of it, bc the proffered explanation is shit, it is a foul, overpowering rubbish mountain. Any undamaged or unwashed brain can and does see this. 

 

Over all of it you can just barely perceive some imminent global catastrophe, imo. It would explain the madness and manifest desperation of the current Belt-Tightening Hysteria of Covid, and the seemingly panicked desire of TPTB to pit all races, genders, sexual identities, and age groups against one another at a furiously whipped level we haven't seen until now. Hail, Greta, Hail Lebron. All Hail Chris Carter and his Lone Nut Gunmen Pilot Episode, let us never forget the September 11 Back to The Future augury so cheekily driven down our throats and shat endlessly out our well-cushioned bottoms into the internet to live forever and forever. God bless the souls of Elisa Lam and Elizabeth Short and Sharon Tate and Prince and Michael Jordan's Father and Julius Erving's son and Ben Simmons' cousin and on and on and don't put a period on the end of that text to that "Generation Z" (what a morbid, finite taxonomy) recipient or you'll disrupt the small patch of mental calm that he/she/they might have been briefly experiencing 

 

 

Heed The King

Top 10 Reasons i hate the coronavirus-19 Novelty

coronavirus on my hands
coronavirus on my feet
coronavirus all over my
favorite place to eat

Joke about the coronavirus
at your own damn peril
take that covid-19 vaccine,
and you might get sterile

i'll joke about the coronavirus
even though it kills the olds,
i'll kid about the covid,
but i'll do what i am told

I'll wear the mask of terror,
the mask of the needs of the many,
i'll wear my mask in public,
where the workers haven't a penny anymore

but they can definitely get a loan of some kind.

haha

a loaf for a loan

we loan/you pout

half the workforce

loafing about

i aint misbehaving,
i'm saving all me love for youuu
when it's safe again

Top 10 bits of advice on How to go about surviving these Perilous Conditions

1. Consult your local epidemiologist, sheriff, and concerned elected official. Trust every single utterance, mandate, and suggestion they offer.

2. AT ALL COSTS STAY AWAY---AND EVEN WILLFULLY SEPARATE YOURSELF FROM---OTHER HUMAN BEINGS. THERE IS NO SPIRITUAL, SOCIAL, OR SOCIETAL COST THAT IS NOT WORTH PAYING TO INSURE YOUR GOOD BILL OF HEALTH. BECAUSE YOU SEE IT IS NOT MERELY YOUR OBJECTIVE HEALTH THAT IS NOW A MATTER OF GRAVEST CONCERN, IT IS YOUR STATE-ISSUED BILL OF HEALTH, TOO.

3. Note that one of the easiest and most efficient means of Separating yourself from other human beings is to take a strict and constant accounting of the color of their skin. After gender and age, Race is the single most effective means of noticing and of course cataloguing any sort of division among human beings and keeping safe distances between them. Being conscious at all times of racial differences is thus one of the most useful methods available to us for maintaining a healthy and life-affirming separation from one another, regardless of race. Obviously Black and White are the most memorable and reliable racial determinants.

4. Everything that has been said under bullet-point Number 3 is clearly also applicable in the areas of sexual identity and actual biological gender, and also in terms of political sympathy/encampment, and yes, also those schisms liberally available to us by differences in Age and Generation. The medium/form is the message, and the method is the madness.

5. Remember that all younger people are useless nebbishes and callow narcissists. And all older people are outmoded and hidebound reactionaries, and anything they say or believe can be disregarded as hopelessly backwards, sleepy, and inapplicable to the complex and morally more subtle, advanced conditions of our woke modern politics. 

6. Wash your hands every 2-5 minutes. Purchase a new mask every day, and at least one ventilator from General Motors. Indeed, thank God and the Heavens as frequently as possible for General Motors and for the chemical corporations who have generously ramped up production of all this salubrious plexiglass plating we now see everywhere. Thank goodness and once again thanks also to the expedient foresight of all major corporations. And always remember to remove stray, completely accidental tendrils of Morgellon's from the masks.

7. Immediately go to any bank or lending institution and take out whatever loans are being offered, at whatever rates of interest.

8. Take the vaccine: take all of the vaccines. Vaccines are fashionable as well as totally undisputed, good science. Considerations of corporate liability, brand-new DNA-interactive proprietary techniques of delivery, and uncommon, rushed speed of vaccine development with no testing, are all moot considerations.

9. At all times beware the extremely dodgy architectural standards of real tall skyscrapers. There is simply no telling when a bird or aero-plane may strike. It is deadly curtains for you if you happen to be inside the massive towers in these cases.

10. Never, ever have sexual congress with anyone who is outside the bounds of your government-sanctioned and -decreed nuclear family. Only these organisms have been vetted and jabbed by The State, and if you know what is good for you then you will rely only on this form of sacrosanct congressional practice. If these strictures prove difficult for you, be advised that Government bordellos will soon be made available.

11. Strictly speaking, all lives do not matter. You would do very, very well to remember this.

12. Neither arithmetic nor logic are any longer valid considerations. Everything is not as it seems, Nothing is the same, all is in flux. Suicide is a rational and even emotionally mature goal to keep in mind, at least as an option. You are here for a good time, and not a long time.

13. As Netflix and all of modern-corporate forms of entertainment/entrainment teach us incessantly, all our systems of collective morality and Institutional Justice are clearly broken and can't ever be depended upon. You are a well-kept jungle animal and all that should concern you are the dictates of recreation and procreation. Focus on your body and the release of its endorphines. Focus on curating a small and reliable group of like-minded jungle animals as your friends or allies.

14. Number 14 is a necessary reminder to wear a mask. Masks are nowadays essential to the proper running of any embattled, healthy, and mentally well-adjusted society worth belonging to or preserving. This subject of masks is not at all open for discussion or debate. If you refuse to wear the mask then you risk being deprived of all social or economic credits. Just think of how miserable and ashamed you'll feel without any credits, and also having personally murdered many of the elderly, directly in the titillated style of award-winning governors.

15. It is advisable to purchase the highest quality sex-mannequin available in your economic zone, Just In Case.

We Got Questions

Web-log in the High and Ancient Philosophical Dialog Tradition, where you are the gracious, silent partner: First day of June, a month named for a Primary Goddess Figure, and currently one seething with the seething powers of Udder State-Control and also -Trolling, and of Vigilant Wokeness, and of Venus. It is the amply pregnant year of 2020.

...How does the current social unrest surrounding systemic racist abuse fit in with the intense reformational spirit of social distancing. How is the strangely flash-mob eruption of nation-wide protests and some minor redistributive fussing and gunfire connected with the core owna varrus?

Do the two disorders meaningfully inter-relate on a para-political level? Is the somewhat odd Unified Floyd Reaction a sub-drama or act of the larger plague theater and global reformation. Are crowds being studied, formed, provoked, and variously dispersed in further unique and crafty ways?

How and Why is it that during this New Normal inaugural season of a somewhat discernible and non-mysterious Globalist (and heck, even sigil-and temporal-magic-obsessed Luciferian) Plan of Quadrupled State Coercive Social Reformation (what i mean is, to be clear, the Covid-19 business and pleasure), that just in its third and fourth months we see this massive expression of Civic Un-Control and lawlessness, and clap-backing against the State and its law-enforcement branches. What will come of the mingling and convergence of these seemingly implacable forces.  

How fake and obscenely silly in their fake obviousness were the recent race-warring events of Charlottesville, VA, and what is the meaning of A Patrician University and a patrician piece of given geography or real estate, in that bit of theater's context. Or in the historical and perhaps even ley-lined context of Charleston, SC, and its own recent race-warring controversy and A.M.E. Church theater. 

What, finally, is the archetypal significance of Black-White conflict and juxtaposition, and the tessellated nature of endless political things

Where is Godzilla what the fuck is keeping him. And the Kraken and Leviathan. And the Furies and the looming stuff of Elisabeth Fraser’s visions as well as the deranged vision of the ominous 2012 Windsorian-Lovecraftian Olympic Opening Ceremony that featured British Israelism and a lot of terrorized children in either a hospital or a state-run home for terrorized children.

What is the etymology of all the gravest and best words, like "ceremony"

I saw that Anonymous or etc has released Jeffrey Epstein’s grimoire, or Little Blackmail Book. How do I copy-write the previous sentence. I saw Trump’s name and those of his family members in the book, and I saw that Netflix just happened to have just released a big Epstein Documentary... it will probably be crammed with obvious lies and misdirection and there will be no mention of either “the occult” or Luciferian/secret society nonsense which normally attends this Jimmy Savile-scale of “revelation” and institutional wrong-doing; no Netflix mentioning of organized, probably state-connected abduction of Haitian children, Pedo-Gate, or Israel or the Mossad or international intelligence agencies, generally. No mention of Epstein’s involvement with the Global Science and Medicine Cult and its infinite, dodgy revenue streams. No mention of the real or probable Jeffrey Epstein, Protected Man of State who carried at least one fake passport certifying that he was a citizen of some Arab country, for he says he feared being known as Jewish, after September 11. 

What’s going on with the very probable Scientific Fact that I all on my little own with only a meager American education figured out a few years ago that Pro and College Basketball was cheating, in terms of its rather obvious use of a manipulated physics that can alter the behavior or trajectory of the basketball.

Why Covid Bean Bryant?

Why Michael Jackson

And Prince R. Nelson?

Why Sam Cooke

And perhaps Otis and

Charlie Parker, too.

Why O.J.?

Why the poor father of Michael Jordan

Why legalized gambling thank you Supreme Court R.I.P. Don Scalia and The Nazi witch, Margaret Sanger, and Why legalized gambling at this particular time.

What happened when the Trump helicopter crashed those years back. What does Trump know and feel about September 11, 2001 and its long-term Meaning, as both alchemical occult ritual and global reformation plan. What is the actual, ultimate relationship between Trump and Epstein. Why has the media done no legitimate inquiry into this relationship and its well-known twists and turns which do not ultimately describe a rosy friendship, by its end.

Why the fuck doesn’t anybody ever talk about the ATL Child Murders except CNN and Oprah Winfrey, that horrid, malignant swollen tumor of a midnight Black Sabbath whore of the devil, when these two dark media forces are actively lying about it and producing lurid documentaries and hit pieces about it. What does that say about CNN. Everybody knows about Harpo. What happened to Wendy Williams. Or Elisa Lam. Or John Muhammad The Beltway Sniper. Or the man at the Baltimore Naval Yard with the anti-EMF message on his shotgun. Or the man who set himself on fire at the quite peculiar park near the White House some months ago, wearing an American Olympic shirt of some kind. What can be Trusted anymore, we are wondering, if we’re smart, and what message was blatantly, even leeringly delivered to the Bushes and the Bidens and others and the entire world during the State Funeral Ceremony for the elite Bonesman of Yale and Andover, “Magog,” Poppy Bush. Do we all not simply Believe in Magic, but daily traffic in it and practice it our entire lives

What did BHO get up to as a free-spirited lad growing up so fast in Hawaii. What in the explicitly actual fuck happened with the “mistaken” Nuclear Missile Imminent Demise mass-text horror show production earlier in the Trump administration, in Hawaii. Have Americans ever on a single day, outside of the Apollo 11 Moon Landings, Nein-11, JFK’s public ceremonial execution, Pearl Harbor, and the WHO’s 3-11 declaration of new-flu pandemic 2020, I ask ever been treated more roughly or as greater and more collosally gullible dupes and rubes as on that day in Hawaii and when it was all then explained away as an individual human error. As if part of the narrative of an early 1980’s American blockbuster film, that was written for and targeted at tiny children. Why the number, 11

Can I sell you a ticket to the Boston Marathon Bombing. What grades did you get when you attended Sandy Hook elementary school.

Trayvon Martin’s father was not precisely or just his father. What happened to the several, presumably gay choir members from Obama’s Trinity Church in Chicago, who all died from gunshot wounds to the head, iirc.

Are there Breakaway Civilizations. Bigfoot. Less than an infinite number of “space alien species” and for that ineffable and Key dark matter, a similar number of government-hatched and -maintained UFO conspiracies and red herring efforts. Are art and music and what is called Love in the end our only defense or remedy. What is your chief complaint

Aubrey Beardsley, Clifford Brown: Drawing from the Cosmic Plenum of Artistic Inspiration, Let's Say

To achieve what Aubrey Beardsley did in his brief 25 years of life, may only be possible if one knows they simply won't live very long at all, and so they had better get to mastering their will and bending all their time and energy towards producing Just Precisely the sort of artWork that is so singular to their doomed soul and heart, lung tissue, cards, etc.


I knew he died young, but he was apparently tubercular from an early age so was aware of his own death sentence, which is what that disease meant at that time. Off-hand i can only think of a few other master artists who are comparable: like Clifford Brown, Rimbaud, Charlie Parker. It's...unreasonable... to achieve such greatness as they all did in that short a span of Human time. It's somehow more divine than human, though the depth of that distinction is arguable. My personal suspicion is that people like these are touched by and interpret some eternal force of Creation, Inspiration. They draw from the art spirits and lessons that are only available through tapping the akashic records, or something like this. The work they do is not entirely theirs. This may be even more the case with the musicians, as i don't necessarily feel they create the notes and harmonies themselves, quite as much as the writer and painter/illustrator/sculptor bring into being their own lines, phrases, forms. The notes are already out there, the harmonies may be universal... Music is like channeling, and the other forms of art perhaps more like studied, ceremonial magic. In any case the work of practice required, the sheer sacrifice of time and human contact, is the rub. Clifford, Bird, Aubrey, and John Coltrane gave up huge portions of their precious social humanity, you could say, to master their instruments, pens, brushes, and Music as they did. And they did it as much for us and for Humanity, as for themselves...

We should probably all have some of the work of Beardsley in our homes, among our other treasured gewgaws and artworks. His stunning and in so many ways perfect visions are enlightening, they're enriching. They're totally fearless, unique manifestations of his particular, beautiful, original being, mind and soul. Could he have produced masterworks in such embarrassing profusion as he did without Death as his own private proctor? Did Clifford know he was going to die young? The world of art may have never seen anyone quite as original as Beardsley, and may never again. Nobody has ever played like Clifford, Bird or Trane, and despite countless inspired, feverish attempts that continue to this day, nobody ever will. If you get off this earth and out of this body without ever savoring be-bop music and its later forms as represented by Brown, Coltrane, and also Woody Shaw, for tragic further instance, then you've missed out horribly.


AVB: "He was a freak, as his contemporaries recognized."

"Last summer, i struck for myself an entirely new method of drawing and composition. Words fail to describe the quality of the workmanship. The subjects were quite mad, and a little indecent. Strange, hermaphroditic creatures wandering about in period costumes. Quite a new world of my own creation....Behold me then, the coming man, the rage of artistic London. The admired of all schools, the besought of all publishers, the subject of articles."

Dear Norris please don't leave us here, drowned out at the bar

Norris Dryer used to say,
"God how i hate these young females at the bar,"
screeching in their shrill, high-velocity and -impact voices
designed to crowd the air and reach across the room,
to draw attention to their splendid and often physically attractive,
noisome selves.

Norris my dear friend, be glad at least that you died
six or so years ago, and
didn't live to see the progressive state of this
libertinist siren-screeching in 2020.

You may not even in your vibrant cynicism have predicted
how awful these creatures
---and in our own mutual experience, awful, but mainly bourgeois white creatures---
have become.
Even in such a very long, fraught time
as these epochal six years.
With their borrowed rap-music language of the hood:
"I'm that Bitch that...blablabla." they say loudly..
and then repeat..

That's what they say now, pitched so high, in a hoarse,
partied-out voice creaking with a lack of
bed-time or quiet-time.

Their delirious music rises above the beery mash of bar-din.
They don't allow many words in edge-wise, as they
bray so stridently about this or that idle, combative, vanity-stricken thought.
Declaring their admirable personalities, these self-described bad bitches.

Norris i'm so scared now.
They used to be only about 5'5" of loud lead vocals,
self-admiration, and social media presence incarnate.

Now though...they are almost 6', as far as i'm concerned.
Bigger, taller than me at least.
Never traveling alone of course, and often with some simpering 6'5" male.
Together reeking of the economics of Darwin and total cavity-filling.
If fluoride has diminished their minds it has
tragically failed to limit their physical growth
and vocal capacity.

They declaim for you, they screech in the bright, dark spot of your absence.
i miss you Norris Dryer, Brilliantly Gay Symphony Violinist and Green Party candidate for local governance, thou thrilled patron of the
rippling-muscled abdomens of the prostitute streets,
you raconteur and fine appreciator
of words and modulated speech.
Even your rigid refusal to love jazz music
is beautiful now, and half-admired.
And i miss your
charming, unapologetic contempt
that came like regular crashing iceberg flows,
against the state of things.

 http://jackneely.com/wordpress/2014/10/31/norris-dryer/

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.