After my first ‘day off’ I’m feeling rested, optimistic even, and quite pleased with the results of enabling comments (thanks, Mike!). No obvious trolls have yet surfaced; we’ll see. I’d like to think they’re staying away because they know you guys would shout them down. On the other hand, one or two may be laying in wait, making ‘positive’ or neutral comments for a while before unloading the NLP; this is the usual M.O. Anyway, in spite of the extra work, I’m stoked about the public feedback.
Yeah, we keep getting these. But say it with me: Fuck them!
Yesterday a couple of road buddies showed up here, whom I hadn’t seen in a couple years. Kurt and Pearl along with their canine sidekick Tucson. Tucson and Gus had a wild doggy reunion while the three of us caught up. We walked down the canal to say hi to Jim. We’d all met at the same dry camping desert area known as Borrego Springs some three years ago.
Making provisional friends is an aspect of living like this. Provisional meaning you don’t really know if you’ll see them again, or if so when and where. At least that’s the way the road people I hook up with do it. Other types are different: They’ll make fast friends, get out a map and plan where they’ll all go next.
I’m trying to imagine how Kurt & Pearl and Jim would react if I said, ‘Where can we meet up next, guys?’
Kurt, Pearl, Gus, and Tucson earlier today.
‘What the fuck are you talking about?’, words to that effect, would either be the thought or outright blurt by my companions, plus maybe an instinctive backwards body lean. In any event, I’d probably never see any of them again. Not that we try to avoid each other; far from it, but an intersection (in time and space) of travel routes is maybe best described as ‘contrived coincidence,’ a synchronicity of sorts. Email of course makes such a convergence much more likely… come to think of it, I have to admit that absent the Net this sort of lifestyle would be tough…
Addendum: Yes, quite a difference between this road trip and my original one in 1996, wherein hardly anyone heard a word from me for two years. (Upon return, I recall, when advised that Cosmic Banditos was stirring folks up on Amazon.com, I replied, ‘What does a wilderness outfitter have to do with my old book?’)
As you might expect, in my case another problem with making friends on the road is the state-of-consciousness of my fellow travelers, given my lack of patience with those who slumber on as world events careen toward full-blown catastrophe. And I have my subtle ways of sussing a fellow human’s general state of awareness. Give you an example… (Ahhh, I just realized where this post is really going! Consider the previous paragraphs a bit of ‘throat clearing.’)
A couple days ago a pair of middle-aged women eased in their RV nearby and set up camp. Around sundown, sidling in their direction while pretending to fiddle with my bike rack, I looked over at them sitting by their fire and asked if they’d arrived from inland. Aside from my ulterior motive, I was hoping for an update on the many wildfires currently devastating some of the most beautiful country in the western U.S.
This is an unnatural spread: too many, too close together.
Yes, they were from inland Oregon and yes, depending on the wind it was both hot and smoky back there. I remarked that the number of fires and how they were dispersed was highly unusual.
Slight nods, no verbal reply, so I fine-tuned my inquiry by asking if they’d seen the photographs of upside-down, half-melted cars. I held back the payoff, which would have been, ‘…remind you of 9/11?’
I in fact didn’t have to go that far to get an information-rich reaction: The two simultaneously, truly, as if on cue, turned their heads away, both bodies stiffening almost in fear, as if I’d just suggested we repair to their rig for a quick ménage a trois.
Me being me, I’m fully used to this sort of thing – on the level of the collective mentality of the town I used to live at, it was why I’d hit the road to begin with — but given the very serious and very personal repercussions of the wildfires that had us at that moment virtually surrounded, my disgust at their dead-headedness was such that I blurted a ‘Jesus Christ!’ as I beat my retreat. Sometimes I just flat lose it.
How did it get upside-down?
For some reason, out of all the similar reactions I’ve gotten over the years, this is the one that immediately came to mind: I’m at a supermarket god-knows-where, approach the pharmacist behind his counter in the back, and inquire if they carry toothpaste with no fluoride. The fellow’s eyes widen and he actually takes a step back, as if fearful that violence might be forthcoming, i.e., the fine line between ‘conspiracy theorist’ and terrorist, and so forth.
In fact these sorts of reactions are, in their own way, quite insightful; I mean in their instantaneousness. These folks didn’t have to think about it to know that even a brief mental pass at certain subjects would be fatal to their worldviews. No no, let’s give credit where it’s due. These are insightful people!
Yes, from 9/11…
What came instantaneously to the RV women the other day and to the pharmacist a while back took my Montauk friend Walter a few days to realize. Listen: It’s only about 12 minutes and I was sloppy with both sound and image, but if you haven’t seen it, please do so now because this video is my most important.
Most of you are smart enough that it should only take a nudge to get you to do some research of your own: The wildfires that surround me as I write are almost certainly part of the war being waged upon us.
Wait. War? Whadam I, nuts? Maybe but look at the spacing of the fires and especially at the damage done. The selective damage. Steel melted by a wood fire? A tree burning from the inside out? An upside-down car? Ring any bells? (It’s different, if also space-based, weaponry being used against us now as was first introduced on 9/11.)
With my title I ask What are we up against? A high tech war being waged upon us and the RV women turn away. That is what we’re up against and I don’t know which aspect is the more frightening.
How does a tree catch fire from the inside? Micro-waves will do it.
There is a diabolical genius at work, a method in the madness. I mean think about it. How much more obvious could they be (that they are waging open war upon us) in their raining down literal thunderbolts from the heavens?
Yet what is the takeaway for those of us who know what they’re doing? For me, and maybe for many of you, it’s simply this: They could at their will tender us to ashes. Boom. Poof. Bye bye. (This was surely an underlying message of 9/11, to those who would be a hindrance to their agenda.)
On the other hand, we have the RV women and the pharmacist.
Those who are awake are forewarned. Those asleep, sleep on. It’s genius, really.
Allan
A rare alignment.
Tonight (as I write) most of us will get a great view around sundown of the Moon, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. Quite an alignment. Does it portend anything? I’m no longer able to say Don’t be ridiculous!
Addendum: The photo at left didn’t reproduce well. You can go here to see what’s up in the heavens tonight.
Dear Allan.
I’ve recently been involved in researching the events of 9/11.
Here are some additional videos you may find interesting that support your findings:
http://www.septemberclues.info
https://youtu.be/Rml2TL5N8ds
Hopefully you may find the following articles of interest as well:
http://impiousdigest.com/204061-2/
https://archive.org/details/TheThirdTruth-911ByDimitriKhalezovfree11chapters
Also the following documentary:
https://topdocumentaryfilms.com/september-11-new-pearl-harbor/
Best
Robin
So happy I tracked you down! I love you insights.
I really appreciate the many thoughtful comments! I really didn’t expect this. And again, forgive me if I don’t reply to comments that are worthy. I get burnt out faster than I used to…
Alan, I like how the converse tapers down, on my screen anyway, to single letter dialog, interesing brain excercise,
thanx?? Stay true and watch yer overhead, consider this, the aboriginal
“knowers” predicted these times at least
150-200 years before the first “settlers”
arrived. They, including us, are just players in a much larger ?plan? that I don’t even attempt to investigate, might just burnout the few grey cells I have left, ha. Every great civilization must go thru its life cycle, which includes death.
I really like reading yer posts/blogs, adds
a different dimension to my reading/info
gathering. Thank you sir for your courage.. Ron
Trauma and drama always go together and create the boundaries of their own dialectics, the walls of their own linguistic prisons, through fears and anxieties, the fear of becoming healthy and functional and therefore outcast from your dysfunctional peer group being chief among them.
Trauma-based Mind-Control & the Mechanics of Self Sabotage:
https://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/6pwvhuy5cb/135-jason-christoff-trauma-based-mind-control-the-mechanics-of-self-sabotage_4_11025_-_neg_chron_17_edit.mp3
Drama (through conflict-seeking and supposedly “conflict-solving” store-ies stored in your head communicated by your parents and every other elder traumatically trained in holy-food dramatics within an almost entirely hoaxed, hocused, society) creates your trauma from the time you’re born (that is if you’re not circumcised; if yes, then brutal, physical trauma begins the cycle of your dramatic career) and then your trauma ensures you “a dramatic career” (your lie of a lie-fe, your leafing on the branches of be-leaf away from the t-root-s of things and thinks), basically chasing your tail in a state of fear and anxiety and what people in the 1960s used to call “hang-ups,” remembering scenes from a thousand stories, tv-shows, movies, fairy-tale religious texts and novels (and other people’s dysfunctional lives reported and interpreted in dramatic-and-traumatic fashion; that is when life follows the false or long-out-dated dramatic form as if it was gospel).
Then the victims of this outdated and maybe never even IN-dated form of arrested development, those caught within the linguistic prison and fake dialectics of “drama” make sure to push its “necessity” on others as unappointed agents or useful idiots/egos, protecting their own lifelong emotional investments in underdevelopment.
The dramatic form is only ONE way of interpreting reality and not a very good one either, not the “only way” and certainly not “reality as it is.” It’s laughable to call it that. Yet, ENTIRE SOCIETIES, almost the entire world as we know it , is mimicking the CONFLICTS they have been fed through the dramatic form, its trauma-birthing and the deliberately dysfuncational ways in which these conflicts are supposedly resolved. It goes without saying that they will ALWAYS be resolved in a way that keeps society’s power dynamics as they need to be, psychologically and subconsciously, in order to ensure the continuation of the Judeo-Masonic elite’s domination.
Force (the INITIATION of force or fraud, i.e., indirect force, which turns the win-win dialectic of see-will-isiah-tion back into the win-lose of the jungle or “fight or flight”) creates FARCE — and living a farce, an absurd and irrational, animalistic existence, automatically creates the need for more initiated force, fraud, lies, denials and deceptions, since natural maturation is blocked and humans are kept in a perpetually immature state, the “dramatic-traumatic” retardation.
Drama and trauma, force and farce, are all symbolic and metaphorical family relations, close kindred. They all go together psychologically through phonetics directly to the human subconscious.
“We’ve seen that man is conditioned by, and reacts to, certain stimuli in the man-made environment. The commercial entertainer is a manipulator of these stimuli. If he employs a certain trigger mechanism, we’re guaranteed to react accordingly, like puppets, providing he manipulates the trigger properly. I’m not saying the artist doesn’t resort to audience manipulation; we know he often does. The point, however, is the motivation in doing so. If the artist must resort to trigger mechanisms to make himself clear, he will; but it’s only a means to his end. In the case of the commercial entertainer, however, it’s the end in itself.
Plot, story, and what commonly is known as ‘drama’ are the devices that enable the commercial entertainer to manipulate his audience. The very act of this manipulation, gratifying conditioned needs, is what the films actually are about. The viewer purchases it with his ticket and is understandably annoyed if the film asks him to manipulate himself, to engage in the creative process along with the artist. Our word poetry derives from the Greek root poiein meaning “to make” or “to work.” The viewer of commercial entertainment cinema does not want to work; he wants to be an object, to be acted upon, to be manipulated. The true subject of commercial entertainment is this little game it plays with its audience.
By perpetuating a destructive habit of unthinking response to formulas, by forcing us to rely ever more frequently on memory, the commercial entertainer encourages an unthinking response to daily life, inhibiting self-awareness. Driven by the profit motive, the commercial entertainer dares not risk alienating us by attempting new language even if he were capable of it. He seeks only to gratify preconditioned needs for formula stimulus. He offers nothing we haven’t already conceived, nothing we don’t already expect. Art explains; entertainment exploits. Art is freedom from the conditions of memory; entertainment is conditional on a present that is conditioned by the past. Entertainment gives us what we want; art gives us what we don’t know we want. To confront a work of art is to confront oneself–but aspects of oneself previously unrecognized.” ~ Gene Youngblood, “Expanded Cinema” (1970)
http://vasulka.org/Kitchen/PDF_ExpandedCinema/ExpandedCinema.html
http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/oytgy67jyn/mosca_toll_er_ance.jpg
The Diffuse Enemy by Dalin
(lyrics, not poetry)
In our basic conditioning,
are we made in suffering,
the pangs of,
the hunger for identity.
I said we must be living
in a matriarchy.
Nancy is the Queen of Mothers,
ruling subtly.
I said I could be wrong.
He said it must be true for me.
We talked about the Enemy,
the diffuse Enemy,
that never is in focus,
that has no certain locus.
I said that’s what entertainment’s for,
to provide and open door,
to a place where bad guys live,
or a place where monsters are.
So through the heroes blow,
corresponding feelings flow,
against the Enemy,
that always is in focus
that has a certain locus.
I’m unsure of what’s going on with your comment. Although you are all over the place and i am at a loss as what it has to do with my post, there are some nuggets here, if you mine properly. I would, however, suggest… ‘brevity’ comes to mind.
I approved this one out of sheer mischievousness, plus just in case it could lead to profound insight or whistleblowing. Maybe from a gulaged Russian who got brief access to his captors’ terminal. The guy might be dead now!
Jim stopped by and suggested i plug it into Google-translate. Good idea! Here ya go:
Installation of frame scaffolds is carried out according to the installation rules and is divided into several operations:
• marking of the base on which this or that construction will be located and its layout;
• also forest construction price minsk
• familiarize workers with briefing on its assembly, fastening and safety precautions;
• Layout of the structural elements along the perimeter of the installation;
• Placement of hoisting mechanisms in necessary places, if they will be used in assembling the structure;
• Checking each element, as well as the floor panels for damage;
• installation of the first tier;
• assembling the remaining tiers with their fastening;
• Completion of work with the installation of lightning arresters and their grounding.
Okay. But why? Any thoughts?
SPAM most likely. May even be constructed to ‘look like’ it’s Russian. The 3-letter agencies and run-of-the-mill spammers have all kinds of tools to make it look like it comes from other locations in other languages.
I forgot to mention, there are many many automated web-crawlers run by armies of bots/botnets.
But what’s the agenda in doing this? What do ‘they’ get out of it?