Perfect analogy. The Kazarian Jewish Mafia that runs IsraHELL are 9th circle Satanists. The pure evil that they perpetrate to get there is a mind bender. Welcome to hell.
The point I was trying to make is that these creatures that LOOK human are not some creatures of the same genus/species as us who practice a particular religion.
What I'm saying is that they are Certified Grade F Bona Fide Demons of Hell.
I think that they are non-sentient programs put into the SIM to give us the illusion that this life can be at least tolerable for some OTHER people - just not us. So, in that sense they were 'born' NPC. It's all about casino psychology. If you think that George and Martha never had any major complaints all of their lives and they lived active lives at the country club until one day they just 'passed away' then that gives us actual Playing Characters the notion that if 'somone' can have a decent life in this shithole then 'maybe we can too'.
I've NEVER seen that to be the case. The best people I know are tortured in the most horrific ways while the brain-dead, non-deserving lumps of protoplasma are actually rewarded. Apparently for being brain-dead, non-deserving lumps of protoplasm. That alone speaks of a rigged game that is set to play on psychological desires/fears and gambling urges to TRY to make things work out in a system that was
DESIGNED TO FAIL.
In 2008 I came up with the notion of the Binary False Choice: In this life you can either be shot in the chest or stabbed in the back with a rusty knife.
It's YOUR CHOICE.
Free Will.
The END is always the same so there is no choice whatsoever.
The Solution to that is not even the third option of Not Chosing, but pro-actively hunting down and extincting the source that is FORCING the choice of which KIND of FAILURE you might 'want'.
No NPC would ever rebel against the System that wombs it.
Interesting indeed! So is it just luck of the draw then? Or are there other factors at play? Is it decided from birth or is it a wait and see as to what kind of traits you have? Does the family your born into play a part? Still trying to understand how these NPCs are chosen. And yes I know a fair few.
If we are in a SIM then it has to be pre-programmed. Something that as they said in the early settler days: Comes with the territory. In fact the predator to prey ratio in the Serengetti is 10 herd animals to every one predator to keep the system in balance. Computer games like The SIMS and SIM City allowed for city-building parameters and populations to be controlled by the USER, but again, these were values that were merely able to be adjusted based on the primary code on which the 'game' was run.
I think that we all have to have been exposed to one or more NPCs with the GOOD LIFE in order to give that illusion that it was posssible.
I've often explained that in fighting if you grab a nerve and press but keep pressing you can input pain until the nerve depolarizes and then you can't make it hurt anymore. But if you press and let up repeatedly you can enter pain to that spot INDEFINITELY. So, our exposures to NPCs and the good life have to be INTERMITTANT but spaced far enough apart so that it seems organic not mechanical/pre-planned to avoid suspicion of us being gamed. And intermittant enough so that the pain (the GOAL OF THE GAME) can come through loud and clear with just enough TANTALIZING HOPE that maybe WE could... ONE DAY... be like them...
AND THE GAME MASTER IS LAUGHING THEIR ASS OFF (if they have an ass).
I have two NPC roommates. You can recognize an NPC based on their superficiall interactions, meaning no real/meaningful interaction, just mere stupidness. NPC's don't let you get a word in edgewise, and television or music is usually their only topic of interest. I short-circuited a self-professed Catholic NPC when I asked him if he was aware that Catholicism was just a branch of the sun cult. I saw the glitch in the program by observing his behavior and facial expression. He never answered the question.
'I’ve been studying Evil so long I’m permanently stained by it. However, the repulsion can still well-up inside sometimes if I let it, sometimes even if it is not allowed. So both of us will be damaged just by being forced to passively witness our Fellow Damned suffer. Compounded by the feeling that there isn’t a Damned Thing we can do about it for ourselves or others.'
Very profound my Friend this is a cicle inside a Circle in it self.
Yes, I think born NPC's. I have traveled the country (USSA) from east to west and north to south. I think They/Them/Those Bastards are cloning people. I've seen many examples.
I keep saying that I'm going to do a visual Family Tree but it is a daunting task.
Thing of it is that there are at least 39 Tribes. Of the 13 Featured Tribes they celebrate themselves on TV shows like Saturday Night Live. What amazes me is that the average watcher of that drivel doesn't get that the reason why you can have a small repertory of actors but they can ALL be made to look like their cousins in Poltics, Sports and Entertainment BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL FAMILY !!!!
If you've ever seen the Michael Bay movie The Island with the ASHKENADZI Scarlett Johanson, they said that the Agnate clones were programmed with only TWELVE different story lines.
Funny you should bring up Lori Lightfoot. That thing is not human. It does look like a bug creature from hell. Then there are the Nephilim. That includes Trump and his family. Spawn of Lucifer, the tears in the wheat. They look enough like us to pass, but not if you look closer. I made a video "The Meaning of "X" is Hermaphrodite! The Elite are Both Sexes! Trump, Epstein." These demon creatures put it right in our face and laugh when we still don't see it. It's a karma thing. If they put it right in our face and we still don't see it, we are fair game. Indeed, this is hell, but I don't see an icy leg to crawl out of here.
And so close. Chicago is like North ILL Annoyed. I live in the Rest of the State of Corn Fusion.
Because words are my thing: Tares in the Wheat is what you meant, Tares is what I understood. BUT! Tears in the wheat is so much more poetic. There's times when I hope that Victory Palace is monitoring comment sections for those brilliant moments to civilly plagerize.
By all means put a link to your video. I know that Dee would love to see it if she hasn't and I'm interested as well.
Trumpstein. Hell, they were probably siamese twins separate at Sea Section.
Nearly everyone talks about the supposed occult obligation to tell the victim what they are going to do before they do it as a method of reducing or eliminating what is called Blow Back in Spell Work.
I do not accept that idea at all.
Nothing I have come across suggests anything other than them being biocidal maniacs with ego so big that they have to aggrandize themselves yet do it undrer cover so that the non-existent villagers with torches and pitchforks come out to get them.
My view has always been that when they waggle their privates in our faces it is to prove how effective the hypnosis/spell has been that then signals them that they can now pull it off without REPERCUSSIONS.
These creatures are so perverse that at this point I don't think blow-back is even a thought in their mind. We have only the social media posts of the jen no sidal maniacs of the IOF documenting in real time their horrors that says that they think they are above Karma.
I found Dante's version very curious that you had to go to the very DEPTHS OF HELL in order to crawl your way out.
As horrific as this next statement seems: I don't think most of us have been there yet... I'm sure the fellow that was burnt alive in his tent had.
Hey PJ, VP in da house checking out the comments and mining them for another poem.
You had me at Dante, the greatest poet of all time. Brilliant piece as always and lots to think about. How did we get into this hell indeed? 1) we let our guard down, we got lazy and decadent, many taking the train to Weimarville. 2) infiltration of the—I don’t know what to call them anymore. Maybe international satanic oligarchs, or nazionists?—into govt, media, medicine, academia, etc. (un)free may suns don’t help either due to their serving Lucifer and their secret oaths to help each other instead of humanity. I think we’re going through this tour of the hell they created so that we can finally see who they really are and come out the other end and see the stars. It’s so appalling and apparent what they’re doing that they overplayed their hand.
I've been up to 3am most days putting out more than my regular trickle of Stacks and there are times when the things that come out of my fingertips surprise even me. The Prose poetry of it reminds me of your work and so I wanted to encourage you to experiment with sleep deprivation as a way of releasing your muse.
Cheeper than alcohol and droogs.
Here's the passages that I thought were quite effective but wrote themselves on autopilot with virtually no conscious direction from who I think I am when I can actually think:
"That lends itself well to a sick Farm Boy joke of the River of STICKS in North Carolina where WORLD WAR 4 has been shifted from Over There! to Over Here! brought to you by the same ones who have turned Canaan into a grey dust zone but already started selling the real estate before that dust has settled, before they ILLEGALLY - NO: UNLAWFULLY SETTLE there."
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From a sociopolitical/historical perspective of language with the intent to influence and move people the "shift from Over There! to Over Here!" was extremely poignant because I'm trying to create the shock that the same biocidal maniacs that are in the news on one Front of their World Whar has created a whole new Theater on the Home Front.
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then, my tired addled mind that I think has all of the barriers gone to what often impedes our writing because of over-thinking did some serious word-amplifcation going from the "dust zone" to that "dust settled" tied into vultures "settling" in that settled dust.
Living alone, with one light on, early in the morning, therefore with no one to talk to, I said outloud: "Dude. That was brilliant."
No ego attached. I was actually surprised that it wrote itself.
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Then, if and Only IF you have a twisted sense of humor, AND you are punch drunk from several hours of continuous writing/assembly (putting in the right videos) the sardonic word-play that CAME TO ME without really looking for it or use of intellectual effort (is potty humor intellectual?) was this that STILL makes me laugh:
"get between Satan’s legs and crawl through his Ice Hole to get out."
That one had Me nominating Me for the Funniest Fucker in the Whirled Award - again - but I didn't feel like I, personally deserved it. It was just out there in my brain. I often try too hard to be humorous but this just flowed like pouring from a pitcher.
So, Sew, Sow... if you are into experimenting with altered states of consciousness that have zero cost (not counting health and sanity), I highly endorse sleep deprivation as an art form.
My new meme as you have already deduced in your writing:
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
What I think you protrayed is convincing observations that EVERY aspect of what we consider Life is infected/polluted so that the only question becomes: Was a Good earth/life/construct tainted with Evil? or was it all always Evil from the beginning and WE are tainting Their World with Good?
I love your analogy of coming out to see the stars on the other side.
The overplaying the hand is in line with what Bruce Lee taught about not being arrogant in a fight. Enter the fight and let nature take its course. The arrogant may lose just because of that attitude.
Ancient martial arts saying: The fight does not go to the strong or the swift, but the Brave.
Patrick, I gotta hand it to you, you ARE a word wizard. I loved the way you walked us through Dante's circles of hell and backed them up with videos underscoring the theme of each circle. And the "getting b/t Satan's legs"? Pure genius! Haven't really experimented w/ sleep deprivation, although I'm not really getting enough sleep as it is due to taking care of Mrs. P (who's down w/ a flu) and keeping the house running as smoothly as possible. But who nose? We'll see what the Muse has in store for me insofar as what she whispers to me through the Universe's wi-fi. After all, that's how we largely got into this mess - through words, how we interpret them, what meaning we ascribe to them, etc. Keep weaving your wondrously wicked words to the whirled in the hopes of whirling it in a new direction!
To avoid the risk of being accused of having an empty skull and channeling unFriendly Spirits, Bullwinkle, there are times when I work for craftily assembled words but other times when it is like they flow on their own with zero effort and that surprise of that action and the surprise at the craziness that you read as it happens makes you wonder where it came from.
All of our best regards to Mrs. P.
The interventions for being shed on still work for some people post-Pan-Craziness, so if I haven't sent them to you already then email me:
Your poetic ending phrase made me think of the ancient kung fu practice of throwing rocks or stone cylinders with holes in them at your fellow monks. The weight, once in motion can be re-directed with astounding mimimum of force. I indeed try to move the world in that way.
I look at us as being some form of light energy. You cannot KILL energy, therefore, although the meatsuit dies, the light energy escapes. There are movies that show that our soul is trapped and then we are sent back to hell again. Name of my game upon leaving the meatsuit is escape.
That photo of the frozen interstate accident is most strange. It looks like there are three lanes in each direction. Then it looks like there are two frontage roads both going in the same direction. I don't get it.
Gustav LeBon basically says that Einstein and other brain-infectors are full of shit.
The whole matter/energy is neither created or destroyed is a lie.
Friction leading to heat leading to spark leading to fire leading to light leading back down to lower frequencies of light, heat dissipation leading to extinction is the way of the universe in entropy.
There's a bunch of us who are counting on our 'eternal energy' not being able to be captured again by the fuckshits in this sickass game.
This is not a criticism of you, but having read how the Tibetan Buddhists (top level secret society bullshit going on there) speaks about the human body, I immediately applied opposite day. Referral to our nobel Hosts as Meatsuit is absolutely offensive to me. The Nangpa say that our bodies are just Empty Suitcases that we will discard when we are at the end of our travel.
I view that as all bullshit. Mainly becuase They said it and THEY are genetic liars.
So, my view (since I started my own religion) is what if the Host was the MOST IMPORTANT THING?
What if because these genetic liars are always gaslighting us with the opposite that HOW WE TREAT THE HOST WOULD BE HOW WE A JUDGED (if there were such a thing) rather than any other criteria?
That cuts the private off of every religion out there and puts them on a festive picnic toothpick.
Because of that reversal then we reverse/invert all of the other bullshit that they've force-fed us to think: What if: Instead of Escape we merely, like Dante, dig DEEPER INTO HELL - not to get out, but to TAKE OVER?
I spent 5 years taking care of my father who was diagnosed with dementia. He was a very smart man and the dementia was incremental and even in the end switched on and off. He would talk look up to a corner of the ceiling and carry on a full conversation. He would speak, then he would listen and laugh. I called them the strangers and every night told the strangers they needed to leave so Dad could get his beauty rest.
On one of the days when Dad seemed to have all his faculties, I asked him a question. I said "it seems to me that the people that I call the strangers are a part of this reality that you can clearly see but I cannot see. It's as if you have a greater perspective than I of this place called Earth." He looked at me and smiled and said "you are exactly correct." That is when I started looking at how our eyes work. I came to the conclusion that we see on a delay and that our amygdala controls the perspective.
I also have no intention of ever being captured again. It will be game on.
You can be standing there, washing dishes, with the radio playing, but your mind and your mind's eye is somewhere completely different.
Is that hallucination?
Imagination?
or what I call Bleed Through where an alternative Whatever (certainly not reality) is coming through our 'primary consciousness'.
But like the story of the monk and the butterflies could it be that our 'primary reality' is a bleed through of the 'secondary consciousness' ?
Here's where I would begin because it is problematic for me:
What are dreams.
In my case they would be just nightmares. I can remember 3-4 actual 'dreams' that were not an affront to the soul in my entire lifetime.
The most important aspect of this being that all of the Patriarchs of the biocidal maniacs have used voices in their heads and DREAMS as justification for their insane crimes. That would obligate us to once and for all declare what a 'dream' is.
If I'm coming through for you, then consider this: a LIFETIME of nothing but NIGHTMARES only to 'wake up' to yet another real/palpable NIGHTMARE requires the answer on whether it is just another example of Bleed Through or something completely different.
After listening and reading to many people's response to their hallucinogenic experiences on different drugs, I question if the gods are the archetypes seen when tripping. Seems like THeir kind of ha ha in the Divine Comedy of this place.
After my Dad passed I sold the home to a contractor. The contractor told me that she and two others had experiences while working and they all agreed that my Dad was still in the house. As my Dad had originally built the house I was sure he would want to see the rehab. When I received photos of the rehab which was beautiful, I started laughing. I am sure my Dad was in the house during the rehab. The house had a room that was solid oak paneling and ceiling that today would probably be cost prohibitive to replicate. In the rehab, all the oak was painted white. As I viewed the photos I could hear my Dad saying "Jesus Christ, that's solid oak you just ruined.
Sacrilegious would have been another word out of Dad's mouth. I think they wanted me to go view the rehab in person to have Dad follow me out of the house, lol. At least he's not getting put through another round here if he remains there.
Yes indeed. Don't let them get your body. It would be wise to arrange to have your body carried deep into the forest and left to the animals, buried, or burned whichever you prefer. Ideally you'll want someone to continue to collect any monies you were receiving as if you were still alive. That way, you can facilitate scamming the government, the bank, and /or the insurance industry, similarly to how they scmed you your whole life.
It's creepy when someone assembles their scripted lies so that all of the 'news' casters are saying the same thing at the same time like the Borg Collective.
Creepy is as creepy does. When you realize the news is all scripted, the proverbial light bulb in the cranium lights up! Then it becomes clear: The TV is a weapon, and information control is mind control.
Perfect analogy. The Kazarian Jewish Mafia that runs IsraHELL are 9th circle Satanists. The pure evil that they perpetrate to get there is a mind bender. Welcome to hell.
Thank you for that 'warm' welcome.
My zip code is 66666.
Drop by sometime.
I'm not being critical of your comment.
New sentence:
The point I was trying to make is that these creatures that LOOK human are not some creatures of the same genus/species as us who practice a particular religion.
What I'm saying is that they are Certified Grade F Bona Fide Demons of Hell.
Just a slight difference.
How are NPC’s determined? Are they born a NPC?
I think that they are non-sentient programs put into the SIM to give us the illusion that this life can be at least tolerable for some OTHER people - just not us. So, in that sense they were 'born' NPC. It's all about casino psychology. If you think that George and Martha never had any major complaints all of their lives and they lived active lives at the country club until one day they just 'passed away' then that gives us actual Playing Characters the notion that if 'somone' can have a decent life in this shithole then 'maybe we can too'.
I've NEVER seen that to be the case. The best people I know are tortured in the most horrific ways while the brain-dead, non-deserving lumps of protoplasma are actually rewarded. Apparently for being brain-dead, non-deserving lumps of protoplasm. That alone speaks of a rigged game that is set to play on psychological desires/fears and gambling urges to TRY to make things work out in a system that was
DESIGNED TO FAIL.
In 2008 I came up with the notion of the Binary False Choice: In this life you can either be shot in the chest or stabbed in the back with a rusty knife.
It's YOUR CHOICE.
Free Will.
The END is always the same so there is no choice whatsoever.
The Solution to that is not even the third option of Not Chosing, but pro-actively hunting down and extincting the source that is FORCING the choice of which KIND of FAILURE you might 'want'.
No NPC would ever rebel against the System that wombs it.
Matrix is a word that means: Womb.
Interesting indeed! So is it just luck of the draw then? Or are there other factors at play? Is it decided from birth or is it a wait and see as to what kind of traits you have? Does the family your born into play a part? Still trying to understand how these NPCs are chosen. And yes I know a fair few.
If we are in a SIM then it has to be pre-programmed. Something that as they said in the early settler days: Comes with the territory. In fact the predator to prey ratio in the Serengetti is 10 herd animals to every one predator to keep the system in balance. Computer games like The SIMS and SIM City allowed for city-building parameters and populations to be controlled by the USER, but again, these were values that were merely able to be adjusted based on the primary code on which the 'game' was run.
I think that we all have to have been exposed to one or more NPCs with the GOOD LIFE in order to give that illusion that it was posssible.
I've often explained that in fighting if you grab a nerve and press but keep pressing you can input pain until the nerve depolarizes and then you can't make it hurt anymore. But if you press and let up repeatedly you can enter pain to that spot INDEFINITELY. So, our exposures to NPCs and the good life have to be INTERMITTANT but spaced far enough apart so that it seems organic not mechanical/pre-planned to avoid suspicion of us being gamed. And intermittant enough so that the pain (the GOAL OF THE GAME) can come through loud and clear with just enough TANTALIZING HOPE that maybe WE could... ONE DAY... be like them...
AND THE GAME MASTER IS LAUGHING THEIR ASS OFF (if they have an ass).
I make a brief mention of Tantalus here;
https://generalportal55.substack.com/p/were-fahcked
I have two NPC roommates. You can recognize an NPC based on their superficiall interactions, meaning no real/meaningful interaction, just mere stupidness. NPC's don't let you get a word in edgewise, and television or music is usually their only topic of interest. I short-circuited a self-professed Catholic NPC when I asked him if he was aware that Catholicism was just a branch of the sun cult. I saw the glitch in the program by observing his behavior and facial expression. He never answered the question.
'I’ve been studying Evil so long I’m permanently stained by it. However, the repulsion can still well-up inside sometimes if I let it, sometimes even if it is not allowed. So both of us will be damaged just by being forced to passively witness our Fellow Damned suffer. Compounded by the feeling that there isn’t a Damned Thing we can do about it for ourselves or others.'
Very profound my Friend this is a cicle inside a Circle in it self.
It's a Prison, Nuno.
A Prison for your MIND.
Yes it is my Friend Patrick!! You Give me a Very Profound insight...!!! Thank you very much!!
Yes, I think born NPC's. I have traveled the country (USSA) from east to west and north to south. I think They/Them/Those Bastards are cloning people. I've seen many examples.
I keep saying that I'm going to do a visual Family Tree but it is a daunting task.
Thing of it is that there are at least 39 Tribes. Of the 13 Featured Tribes they celebrate themselves on TV shows like Saturday Night Live. What amazes me is that the average watcher of that drivel doesn't get that the reason why you can have a small repertory of actors but they can ALL be made to look like their cousins in Poltics, Sports and Entertainment BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL FAMILY !!!!
If you've ever seen the Michael Bay movie The Island with the ASHKENADZI Scarlett Johanson, they said that the Agnate clones were programmed with only TWELVE different story lines.
Somewhere in hippyville California I hired a hippy kid to help me build a contract garden. Conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey bro, do you work a second job at the hot springs?
Hippy Kid: No why?
Me: The guy at the front desk looks and sounds just like you.
Hippy Kid: oh, yes I know, someone already told me, I have a clone working there.
Looks can be deceiving. Demons come in many shapes and sizes. Love the zip code.
Check out any image of former Chicago mayor Lori Lightfoot and thou shalt behold a bug possessed demon. Is that bug eyed thing a woman?
Funny you should bring up Lori Lightfoot. That thing is not human. It does look like a bug creature from hell. Then there are the Nephilim. That includes Trump and his family. Spawn of Lucifer, the tears in the wheat. They look enough like us to pass, but not if you look closer. I made a video "The Meaning of "X" is Hermaphrodite! The Elite are Both Sexes! Trump, Epstein." These demon creatures put it right in our face and laugh when we still don't see it. It's a karma thing. If they put it right in our face and we still don't see it, we are fair game. Indeed, this is hell, but I don't see an icy leg to crawl out of here.
OK. Shivvers just thinking about it.
Where's my therapist's speed dial.
And so close. Chicago is like North ILL Annoyed. I live in the Rest of the State of Corn Fusion.
Because words are my thing: Tares in the Wheat is what you meant, Tares is what I understood. BUT! Tears in the wheat is so much more poetic. There's times when I hope that Victory Palace is monitoring comment sections for those brilliant moments to civilly plagerize.
By all means put a link to your video. I know that Dee would love to see it if she hasn't and I'm interested as well.
Trumpstein. Hell, they were probably siamese twins separate at Sea Section.
Nearly everyone talks about the supposed occult obligation to tell the victim what they are going to do before they do it as a method of reducing or eliminating what is called Blow Back in Spell Work.
I do not accept that idea at all.
Nothing I have come across suggests anything other than them being biocidal maniacs with ego so big that they have to aggrandize themselves yet do it undrer cover so that the non-existent villagers with torches and pitchforks come out to get them.
My view has always been that when they waggle their privates in our faces it is to prove how effective the hypnosis/spell has been that then signals them that they can now pull it off without REPERCUSSIONS.
These creatures are so perverse that at this point I don't think blow-back is even a thought in their mind. We have only the social media posts of the jen no sidal maniacs of the IOF documenting in real time their horrors that says that they think they are above Karma.
I found Dante's version very curious that you had to go to the very DEPTHS OF HELL in order to crawl your way out.
As horrific as this next statement seems: I don't think most of us have been there yet... I'm sure the fellow that was burnt alive in his tent had.
Hey PJ, VP in da house checking out the comments and mining them for another poem.
You had me at Dante, the greatest poet of all time. Brilliant piece as always and lots to think about. How did we get into this hell indeed? 1) we let our guard down, we got lazy and decadent, many taking the train to Weimarville. 2) infiltration of the—I don’t know what to call them anymore. Maybe international satanic oligarchs, or nazionists?—into govt, media, medicine, academia, etc. (un)free may suns don’t help either due to their serving Lucifer and their secret oaths to help each other instead of humanity. I think we’re going through this tour of the hell they created so that we can finally see who they really are and come out the other end and see the stars. It’s so appalling and apparent what they’re doing that they overplayed their hand.
ViP, glad you are hear.
I've been up to 3am most days putting out more than my regular trickle of Stacks and there are times when the things that come out of my fingertips surprise even me. The Prose poetry of it reminds me of your work and so I wanted to encourage you to experiment with sleep deprivation as a way of releasing your muse.
Cheeper than alcohol and droogs.
Here's the passages that I thought were quite effective but wrote themselves on autopilot with virtually no conscious direction from who I think I am when I can actually think:
"That lends itself well to a sick Farm Boy joke of the River of STICKS in North Carolina where WORLD WAR 4 has been shifted from Over There! to Over Here! brought to you by the same ones who have turned Canaan into a grey dust zone but already started selling the real estate before that dust has settled, before they ILLEGALLY - NO: UNLAWFULLY SETTLE there."
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From a sociopolitical/historical perspective of language with the intent to influence and move people the "shift from Over There! to Over Here!" was extremely poignant because I'm trying to create the shock that the same biocidal maniacs that are in the news on one Front of their World Whar has created a whole new Theater on the Home Front.
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then, my tired addled mind that I think has all of the barriers gone to what often impedes our writing because of over-thinking did some serious word-amplifcation going from the "dust zone" to that "dust settled" tied into vultures "settling" in that settled dust.
Living alone, with one light on, early in the morning, therefore with no one to talk to, I said outloud: "Dude. That was brilliant."
No ego attached. I was actually surprised that it wrote itself.
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Then, if and Only IF you have a twisted sense of humor, AND you are punch drunk from several hours of continuous writing/assembly (putting in the right videos) the sardonic word-play that CAME TO ME without really looking for it or use of intellectual effort (is potty humor intellectual?) was this that STILL makes me laugh:
"get between Satan’s legs and crawl through his Ice Hole to get out."
That one had Me nominating Me for the Funniest Fucker in the Whirled Award - again - but I didn't feel like I, personally deserved it. It was just out there in my brain. I often try too hard to be humorous but this just flowed like pouring from a pitcher.
So, Sew, Sow... if you are into experimenting with altered states of consciousness that have zero cost (not counting health and sanity), I highly endorse sleep deprivation as an art form.
Cheers.
Regarding your thoughts in your comments:
My new meme as you have already deduced in your writing:
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
What I think you protrayed is convincing observations that EVERY aspect of what we consider Life is infected/polluted so that the only question becomes: Was a Good earth/life/construct tainted with Evil? or was it all always Evil from the beginning and WE are tainting Their World with Good?
I love your analogy of coming out to see the stars on the other side.
The overplaying the hand is in line with what Bruce Lee taught about not being arrogant in a fight. Enter the fight and let nature take its course. The arrogant may lose just because of that attitude.
Ancient martial arts saying: The fight does not go to the strong or the swift, but the Brave.
PJ, 1000 thanks. At work now but will try and comment in more detail when I’m able.
Patrick, I gotta hand it to you, you ARE a word wizard. I loved the way you walked us through Dante's circles of hell and backed them up with videos underscoring the theme of each circle. And the "getting b/t Satan's legs"? Pure genius! Haven't really experimented w/ sleep deprivation, although I'm not really getting enough sleep as it is due to taking care of Mrs. P (who's down w/ a flu) and keeping the house running as smoothly as possible. But who nose? We'll see what the Muse has in store for me insofar as what she whispers to me through the Universe's wi-fi. After all, that's how we largely got into this mess - through words, how we interpret them, what meaning we ascribe to them, etc. Keep weaving your wondrously wicked words to the whirled in the hopes of whirling it in a new direction!
Thank you for your kind words.
To avoid the risk of being accused of having an empty skull and channeling unFriendly Spirits, Bullwinkle, there are times when I work for craftily assembled words but other times when it is like they flow on their own with zero effort and that surprise of that action and the surprise at the craziness that you read as it happens makes you wonder where it came from.
All of our best regards to Mrs. P.
The interventions for being shed on still work for some people post-Pan-Craziness, so if I haven't sent them to you already then email me:
Patrickjordansnewemail@gmx.com
and I'll send the non-doctor advice along.
Your poetic ending phrase made me think of the ancient kung fu practice of throwing rocks or stone cylinders with holes in them at your fellow monks. The weight, once in motion can be re-directed with astounding mimimum of force. I indeed try to move the world in that way.
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I look at us as being some form of light energy. You cannot KILL energy, therefore, although the meatsuit dies, the light energy escapes. There are movies that show that our soul is trapped and then we are sent back to hell again. Name of my game upon leaving the meatsuit is escape.
That photo of the frozen interstate accident is most strange. It looks like there are three lanes in each direction. Then it looks like there are two frontage roads both going in the same direction. I don't get it.
Gustav LeBon basically says that Einstein and other brain-infectors are full of shit.
The whole matter/energy is neither created or destroyed is a lie.
Friction leading to heat leading to spark leading to fire leading to light leading back down to lower frequencies of light, heat dissipation leading to extinction is the way of the universe in entropy.
There's a bunch of us who are counting on our 'eternal energy' not being able to be captured again by the fuckshits in this sickass game.
This is not a criticism of you, but having read how the Tibetan Buddhists (top level secret society bullshit going on there) speaks about the human body, I immediately applied opposite day. Referral to our nobel Hosts as Meatsuit is absolutely offensive to me. The Nangpa say that our bodies are just Empty Suitcases that we will discard when we are at the end of our travel.
I view that as all bullshit. Mainly becuase They said it and THEY are genetic liars.
So, my view (since I started my own religion) is what if the Host was the MOST IMPORTANT THING?
What if because these genetic liars are always gaslighting us with the opposite that HOW WE TREAT THE HOST WOULD BE HOW WE A JUDGED (if there were such a thing) rather than any other criteria?
That cuts the private off of every religion out there and puts them on a festive picnic toothpick.
Because of that reversal then we reverse/invert all of the other bullshit that they've force-fed us to think: What if: Instead of Escape we merely, like Dante, dig DEEPER INTO HELL - not to get out, but to TAKE OVER?
I spent 5 years taking care of my father who was diagnosed with dementia. He was a very smart man and the dementia was incremental and even in the end switched on and off. He would talk look up to a corner of the ceiling and carry on a full conversation. He would speak, then he would listen and laugh. I called them the strangers and every night told the strangers they needed to leave so Dad could get his beauty rest.
On one of the days when Dad seemed to have all his faculties, I asked him a question. I said "it seems to me that the people that I call the strangers are a part of this reality that you can clearly see but I cannot see. It's as if you have a greater perspective than I of this place called Earth." He looked at me and smiled and said "you are exactly correct." That is when I started looking at how our eyes work. I came to the conclusion that we see on a delay and that our amygdala controls the perspective.
I also have no intention of ever being captured again. It will be game on.
do you personally daydream?
You can be standing there, washing dishes, with the radio playing, but your mind and your mind's eye is somewhere completely different.
Is that hallucination?
Imagination?
or what I call Bleed Through where an alternative Whatever (certainly not reality) is coming through our 'primary consciousness'.
But like the story of the monk and the butterflies could it be that our 'primary reality' is a bleed through of the 'secondary consciousness' ?
Here's where I would begin because it is problematic for me:
What are dreams.
In my case they would be just nightmares. I can remember 3-4 actual 'dreams' that were not an affront to the soul in my entire lifetime.
The most important aspect of this being that all of the Patriarchs of the biocidal maniacs have used voices in their heads and DREAMS as justification for their insane crimes. That would obligate us to once and for all declare what a 'dream' is.
If I'm coming through for you, then consider this: a LIFETIME of nothing but NIGHTMARES only to 'wake up' to yet another real/palpable NIGHTMARE requires the answer on whether it is just another example of Bleed Through or something completely different.
After listening and reading to many people's response to their hallucinogenic experiences on different drugs, I question if the gods are the archetypes seen when tripping. Seems like THeir kind of ha ha in the Divine Comedy of this place.
After my Dad passed I sold the home to a contractor. The contractor told me that she and two others had experiences while working and they all agreed that my Dad was still in the house. As my Dad had originally built the house I was sure he would want to see the rehab. When I received photos of the rehab which was beautiful, I started laughing. I am sure my Dad was in the house during the rehab. The house had a room that was solid oak paneling and ceiling that today would probably be cost prohibitive to replicate. In the rehab, all the oak was painted white. As I viewed the photos I could hear my Dad saying "Jesus Christ, that's solid oak you just ruined.
I'd stick around and haunt the place just for painting solid wood!
Sacrilegious would have been another word out of Dad's mouth. I think they wanted me to go view the rehab in person to have Dad follow me out of the house, lol. At least he's not getting put through another round here if he remains there.
Yes indeed. Don't let them get your body. It would be wise to arrange to have your body carried deep into the forest and left to the animals, buried, or burned whichever you prefer. Ideally you'll want someone to continue to collect any monies you were receiving as if you were still alive. That way, you can facilitate scamming the government, the bank, and /or the insurance industry, similarly to how they scmed you your whole life.
Agreed. They are full of shit, as in, we have been lied to about everything, our whole lives. Book by Richard E
Sprague, The Taking of America 1-2-3 covers this quite nicely. Don't trust the MSM at all, ever. Liars lie, period end of sentence.
It's creepy when someone assembles their scripted lies so that all of the 'news' casters are saying the same thing at the same time like the Borg Collective.
Creepy is as creepy does. When you realize the news is all scripted, the proverbial light bulb in the cranium lights up! Then it becomes clear: The TV is a weapon, and information control is mind control.
Was that line in the original Forest of Gumps?
you made me laugh.
Get me an address and I'll send some love.