Monday, 21 January 2013
"They force us to play their game in order to survive."
I'm sitting here with the vision of a pyramid in my mind again. At the top is the entity who the Creator has put in charge of our schooling. Called Satan by Western religions, it has many names in many lands, but it is the one we see as the Evil One. Beneath this entity is a hierarchy of power that creates the classrooms for souls to recieve their schooling. There is a classroom for everything. From poverty, disease and starvation to wealth, power and excess. It is the Evil Ones duty to hold souls captive as long as possible inside this hierarchy, by any means possible. Since the Evil One, like the Creator, has no physical body to work through, it must use its influence through the minds of the beings under its control. It will inspire the development of civilizations, which appear to the unaware soul as manifestations of progress, but which are, in reality, a crystalization and hardening of free spirit into confining mental structures. Soul, believing it is participating in a beneficial growth process, accepts the dictates of this civilization as proof of its inherent superiority over the natural creation. As time progresses, the Evil One inspires the leaders of these civilizations to establish more and more control over their citizens. This is directly in line with its mandate to keep souls in captivity as long as possible. Fear, violence and bloodshed are often used, but subtle manipulation of the mind is just as common, for it is harder for a soul to discern that it is trapped if its environment is less obviously painful. If a soul is comfortable and believes it is free, it will stay in it's cage far longer then if it is overtly threatened. Hence the populations tend towards the security that their leaders promise them, only to learn, sooner or later, that there is no security in this world for more than a short period of time. As the serpent biting its own tail, the Evil One will use aspects of its own creation to destroy that creation in order to prolong the stay of souls in the lower worlds. Thus great countries and civilizations are built up only to to destroy themselves from within until they fall prey to the hungry dogs at their feet. Above the dualistic lower worlds, there is no good or evil, only light, but down here, the Joker laughs, for this is his kingdom and he will force us to play his game in order to survive.
Sunday, 20 January 2013
I feel slightly guilty for nearly abandoning my civic duty of lambasting computers, the internet and anti gun people here on Xanga, so I'm gonna do this here blog today out of a sense of guilt and also because I probably won't do another one all next week because it hurts when I see how few people read this stuff during the work week. It's a little better on weekends - a little. Oh well, I was never meant to be rich or famous or have lotsa friends or be happy, so wasanever.
Today I'm going to bash science - Science can't measure things outside the physical realm so they need to keep their pointy little heads buried in their test tubes, math and experiments and shut the fuck up about spiritual things and leave us more advanced beings alone. Stick to building things that corporations can use to exploit the population for money. That's what you're good at. There, I'm done and I'm worn out from all that thinking.
I got a Maxim in the mail yesterday. My prescription ran out like what, three or five years ago, and I still get it. See, there is a God. Actually I've been getting Maxim since it first came out and I used to like it back when I was still a youngish man and my man juices where still making me think with my little head and I still had hopes of getting pussy on a somewhat regular basis. but now I'm old and broken and more wiser and I see what a disgusting commercial suck up to Wall Street that rag is. But I still like to see the fresh new boobies and butts in there, 'cept I don't know who any of them are anymore 'cause I'm out of touch with the rapid turnover of young starlettes getting their 15 minutes of fame.
There. I've done my civic duty for the day. Have an exceptionally wonderful day. And if you detect sarcasm in my blog, it's all in your imagination.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
I have hardly any interest in blogging lately. Just don't have that feeling of excitemnet and anticipation I used to have for going online and yacking my poor little heart out. The gun war isn't interesting anymore. Everything that can be said is being said, tit for tat, by both sides. Commenting on that and expressing my point of view is like spitting into the wind, so who cares.
After my short three years of being online, my opinion of computers and the internet continues to fall more deeply into disgust. After I was introduced to the knowledge that in the end times of this cycle, karma would be speeded up, I wondered how this would come about. HA! The answer to that is sitting right in front of me and I'm typing on it. The manufacture, compression and distribution of artificial human experiences on an electronic machine. Hmm...the other part of the definition of "artificial intelligence" is the kind of intelligence that the cyberworld creates in people. More and more of the knowledge and consciousness of the human race is based on how to use computers and what we get from them. It'll be a hoot to see what happens when the plug is pulled and all these people have no knowledge of how to function in a non cyber world.
I was amused and a bit shocked yesterday when I went in to a different store than I usually go to for groceries. Some guy in a white shirt and tie was standing in a space behind the self checkout lane under a sign that said "Self Checkout Assistance." That's a hell of a job, I thought. He has to stand there all day waiting for Self Checkout problems. But I was shocked because it reminded me of what I constantly see in the escalating computer wars - everytime some new computer thing is created and foisted on the public, the next thing you see is that they need for it to be protected from the guys who figure out a way to use it to steal your stuff. So now you got the new fangled app or device or whatever that's supposed to make your life "better" and right away you need to buy protection for it. Then the bad guys figure out how to override the protection and you have to buy the protection for the protection. Ad nauseam. What a racket. You know the good guys and the bad guys are both being sponsered by the same people, right?
I haven't heard this said yet although I'm sure somebody has, but I'll bet the biggest scam in human history is computers and related devices and the internet. The people that worked this out don't have to do any real work to rake in the billions. They don't have to go outside and work in the elements or work in factories and other unpleasant places. All they have to do is sit at a desk and watch the masses buy the shit they shovel down their throats while the money just keeps flowing in. Except that poor guy who has to stand up in the Self Checkout Assistance area.
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
As I sit here in my room, I wonder about the endless streams of college kids I see walking by every day, their eyes glued to the electronic object in their hands, or earplugs in their ears, listening to whatever moves them for the moment. I wonder about the drivers in the cars that go by, their eyes fixed on the road, heading to their next important destination. Do they know that battle lines are being drawn in this country even as they go about their busy lives? I doubt many of them do.
I joined a state militia website and an Ohio state gun site a couple of weeks ago and so now I'm getting even more information than I was before. County sheriffs across the country are taking a stand to follow the oath they took to defend and protect the constitution. They are vowing not to allow the federal government to infringe on the right of the citizens in their counties to keep and bear arms. They are sending emails to the president and vice president informing them of their stand. More and more citizens are demanding that their county sheriffs let their intentions be known, as to whether they will stand by their oaths or not. I see people vowing to to defend their right and their fellow citizens right to keep and bear arms "by any means necessary." We all know what that means.
You won't see this on the mainstream news. The people who want to preserve the republic are fed up with the lies, deceit and blatant emotional manipulation by the government in conjunction with the mainstream media and are mobilizing to do something about it.
A not unrealistic question to ask these days is which could come first, WWIII or a civil war in this country. The elements are there for both in the not too distant future.
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Spose I should write something today. I went to the gym every day last week to fix myself up from being sick Christmas and the whole week of New Years. Long workouts with lighter weights followed by treadmill jogging. Lost 10lbs last week, which is good because I don't need to be carrying so much weight at my age. My male ego still has a voice though because it doesn't want us to be "skinny," which to me means anything under 230 lbs. But the macho days are over and I never really was a macho guy anyhow, but it was always a good manly feeling to know I could pick a fairly big guy up over my head and throw him a few feet through the air, but, sigh, those days are over.
So basically I'm spending less time online and more time on my bod and my music. I can play around a hundred or so girlie J&Kpop songs now, but it serves no practical purpose whatsover in the real world. It does make me feel really good though. When I put my headphones on and play along to the videos, it's easy for my imagination to carry me away to Japan or Korea as the Mimiko who is playing in the back up band to my beloved KARA or AKB48 or any other of dozens of girl groups. Back in the '70s my dream was to play in a disco band that backed up three female singers. Now here I am backing up J&Kpop girlie bands in my imagination, sitting here alone in my room just like I was as a kid, with my headphones on and my guitar in hand, playing my little heart out to the music of people I will never see.
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game