It has been an educational, exhilarating, inspirational and depressing experience to read your writings. I am greatfull for having discovered you. Thank you for the sacrifice of your life force in your stupendously arduous attempt to teach the masses of the dire and grave danger mankind is in.
I'd rather be damned then give in or give up resisting any outside control of my mind/body, and fighting for my freedom.
In La'kesh a La Kin
BTW, I got some invasive plant growing in my yard. It has hollow tubular stalks that are green and purple in color. I think it had single light green pointy leafs. The roots are very soft and fragile which break easily. Each broken piece grows into a new plant.
I'm not leaving the terrarium, just exiting the gerbil wheel.
Send me a picture of your plant.
POISON HEMLOCK is at epidemic proportions in ILL Annoyed and you shouldn't touch the stuff so I want to make sure you are not in danger if you try to handle your new garden buddy.
Pill-pull or some such I believe is said to be a decievers term..
But you ain't fooling me nor pulling my leg on trusting you honour of badgers..
The wealth of contineous continium circling the though through deeper ends is troves of treasure..
Your way to tread untouched public display in course of discussing revelations are stun-gun high voltage charged materium..
Thanks for the awe of nspiration genius dear Pat..
I was busy to venture the rescue plan of the hierlom farmstead hereband no end near in sight yet.. Progress - yes.. The em i'm emny in their enimosities shriek their teeth in bewilderness (the iudje in kort a swell, the guy) scratching their heads they didn't get rid of me yet.. They continue to try - even the mess placed on the public platter is soon a story in itself - with astounding elements ignored on my end and astonishing smoke and mirrors tricker-tricksteries on their the other's side ongoing..
Time to vacum clean up copus of all ypur material and all your comment sections..
I can't remember if we ever discussed forcing those who would de-land you to provide their Oath of Office in Writing and Swear it directly to you as a Living Being. This was an observation in the comments by someone who had put the courts on permanent Delay because they can't produce such a thing. If they have no oath of office then they can't be officers, so regardless of STRATEGY to defraud you they don't even belong there and by law of the by-laws they should be IMPRISONED for Impersonating an Officer.
Law and legal are interesting areas.. The decievers design under cover excuses to withold full disclosure - sort of by declare the onerous burden of discovery on the honest party.. The system/decievers smugly duck and covering with "it says in the law we don't have to" oftentimes.
In much Swedish law is same as US where the form has superior stand versus substance.. That is how their f-ing form ingtangle-form your substance away from you rather then untangle you..
The Un-this-or-that" has the Swedish version with its "O-similar-or-that-other" thoughroughly roping in to lock in and circle the "it" out of reach or "protection from"..
Law is a snake pit.. Better keep un-snake-suit on to come out of it as a non-snake and to de-snakiefy the tricksters..
Thanks for the thoughtful comment - all-preciated as a prescious gift..
That's the one thing that I will give you is that anyone who has stuck around (so to speak) has to be able to tolerate a Pork You Pine so you have to give them that. Many commenters have given of the insights that they have had within their own specialties.
From mohels to mein kampf.. My first job as a child labourer was roguing on an organic pharm.. I see no other way than tearing up and killing the infected/defective plants.. Even if they are mere seedlings.. 🌱🌱🌱 I've got my cultivator hooked up to a 1100 HP tracked whore.. All is fair in love and war..
I am in complete agreement with Jeannette, this is a life sentence. I just take the thought one step further and think that one needs an escape plan at deaTH to avoid being tricked or forced back here for another round.
I loved the visual of your protection outfit. We have the wanna be controllers in the world and the wanna be controllers in the Natural world and in the Natural world, too many have tap roots that go down 3-5 feet. Here in California, poison oak is the bugger. It doesn't seem to bother the wildlife at all, just the humans. It's worthy of expletives shouted out on repeat.
I suggest taking a bit of time off....to REST. I think that is something you do not do very often. Here are the instructions. You pour yourself that glass of whiskey, you find the most comfy place to relax and here is a beautiful piece of music to enjoy. It is Oscar Peterson playing the piano. Oscar was classically trained but we all know him to be a jazz virtuoso. He composed this song and it is a blend of classical and jazz. Now close your eyes, relax, and just enjoy.
There is much to be said for going into lounge lizard mode, it's a rejuvenation process. Sometimes We, the Natural People, have to take our hints from Nature. The Bears hibernate for a few months. I just saw the first baby cub of the year. Mama brought the babe down and the babe climbed on her back and they floated in the pond. Then they both climbed up one of the few Oak trees left that the "wild" fire did not consume.
We kick around the idea that IF there is anything after this, that if ANYTHING gives a hand-rubbing offer to 'come back' to this shithole then they will get a throat-punch in whatever passes for their non-corporeal entity.
Tyvek suits are excellent windbreakers and can make you sweat on a cold blustery day as well as a sunny hot day. They have the nice elastic band around the face part of the hood, so it makes you look like a kid in full pajamas without the bunny ears and flap in back. I probably scare the hell out of my neighbors but given that they have bowel disease, brain disease, liver cancer and are drug attics to pharm chemicals, it is their due.
I've never had a run-in with poison oak so I wouldn't know it if I walked through it.
Just like my firm contention that teeth are not for eating or smiling but are instruments through which to enter pain into our punished personas, so too, I think that animals are not bothered by these plants because they were invented in the SIM specifically for us.
Wanna know what the Opposite Day bitch of it all is?
Working to exhaustion every day IS RELAXING for a farm boy.
Here's why: Been using that Brain The Size of a Planet for 25 years and it needs a break. But the DIFFERENCE between what is done here and done in the soil is that when I see a problem, I formulate a solution and I GET IT DONE. ALL of the INVENTED TURMOIL in this hellscape eludes a final and complete solution so there is never any physical or mental rest.
There is nothing more satisfying than to scratch off a task from the list using red ink.
The same can be done for the 'other problems' as well but Bigger Problems require Bigger Solutions.
The only think I use the Spirits of -OH for are disinfection so I will substitute with what Alan Holdsworth called: a Non-Brewed Condiment.
Lordy, even the bears have it bad from The Invaders. All hell broke loose in the Lord of The Rings when the Ents learned that the trees were being burnt.
My Good Lady, how did, perchance you intuit that among the many vexations of Kingdom Plantae that Convulvus creepeth upon me as well?
Yet alas! Lass, Ye Olde Bindweed ranks lowest on the threats to Kingdom Animalia. So I raise thee a toast to your comics and sigh a relief on Miss Alliance.
If I were to say anything here for not answering your call Pat it would be just an excuse. I could continuously cultivate reasons til the poison ivy comes home but it would just be an excuse. I'm sorry doesn't cut it either.
There must be a frequency for everything. But could that frequency depend on a continuous stream or pulsed. The you've got the problem of the frequency of the pulse, and strength, to eliminate the bad players in this planet-ation.
I mostly blame David Icke for the Everything-Is-Frequency thing.
I can't do a buddhist chant to make the ivy levitate out of the ground. I can't play a frequency or drop some homeopathy on the ivy to make it wilt instantly on its own.
People refer to Royal Rife's Mortal Oscillating Frequencies to get rid of pathogens but NO ONE bothers with the AND logic gate that Lida Mattman said there were at least EIGHT different forms of Lyme ALL of which could reconstitute the entire organism from any of the component parts. This is akin to Rife's Protits that self-assemble to larger pleomorphic forms.
Frequency was NEVER the answer.
Frequency will NEVER BE the answer.
Digging in the dirt (literally or figuratively) and yanking the threat out with your own hands to be chopped into bits and roasted in the sun is the ONLY ANSWER to a PHYSICAL PROBLEM.
Frequency is electronic.
Electronics GOT US INTO THIS MESS.
Therefore: Anything electronic/frequency can NEVER BAIL US OUT.
We can't think our way, pray our way, hope our way, chant our way, beam our way out of this. We can only dig.
Poison Ivy, much like Ivy league skools .. spread their tentacles far & wide.
"I no longer have time for this Save The Whirled Bullshit." I hear THAT!
We're NOT here to save the whirled, we're here to dismantle it & destroy it, utterly!
We're here doing time. the sentence is LIFE!
Uh... Oh....
LIFE is the sentence.
Death is the release?
EGGZACLTLY!
💯🎯
Life is time doing - doomed is the fruitless efforts waisted without heart felt direction..
Hormones dwell in beings and drive force of action..
A man of action=Pat of Saint Rich in elegance of actshuns..
You do speak it the way I feel it.
All of my life I've suffered people: "We should pull that poison ivy."
Talking doesn't make the invasive species jump out of the ground to wither in the sun.
It has been an educational, exhilarating, inspirational and depressing experience to read your writings. I am greatfull for having discovered you. Thank you for the sacrifice of your life force in your stupendously arduous attempt to teach the masses of the dire and grave danger mankind is in.
I'd rather be damned then give in or give up resisting any outside control of my mind/body, and fighting for my freedom.
In La'kesh a La Kin
BTW, I got some invasive plant growing in my yard. It has hollow tubular stalks that are green and purple in color. I think it had single light green pointy leafs. The roots are very soft and fragile which break easily. Each broken piece grows into a new plant.
Thank you, my friend.
I'm not leaving the terrarium, just exiting the gerbil wheel.
Send me a picture of your plant.
POISON HEMLOCK is at epidemic proportions in ILL Annoyed and you shouldn't touch the stuff so I want to make sure you are not in danger if you try to handle your new garden buddy.
… I have been pulling poison ivy with my bare hands from the day one when my husband was yelling at me out of the window.
“What the FUCK are you doing?”
I looked at him with a surprised look, why is he yelling at me answering
“pulling out the weeds”
Then he said in horror “these are not weeds that is a poison ivy!”
I asked
“ what’s poison ivy?”
Growing up in Slovakia, I have never heard of poison ivy. One would think that I’d have an ER event after that. NOTHING
Whenever possible we have to try not to give evil the power it does not deserve.
At least I try.
I’ll continue to rip it with my bare hands
Keep in mind that this is a Family Friendly Stack.
We try to keep 4-letter words to a minimum here.
I can't BELIEVE that you used the word: WEED !
It is so Ray Cyst. The proper name is: Situationally Inappropriate Plant.
One thing needs to be established:
Have you ever dranken Goats Milk before you started woman-handling those SIPs?
…goats milk is repulsive 🤮 to my taste buddies [SIP’s ???? cultural divide here ken yoo esplain?]
Very nice piece, and I do hope to see more of You! Don't think communicating here is time wasted. You enrich Others with knowledge.
You might want to open the windows to vent the testosterone, but enrichment without the smoldering remains of our enemies is of no practical value.
Might want to put a fan on for good measure.
Perhaps an oscillating fan.
OK...
an industrial sized Hollywood wind machine.
🙏🏻 💜 🙏🏻 I adore Your work! No wind machines needed. But fans... Depends on the definition. I'm surely a fan of Yours. Haha!
Pill-pull or some such I believe is said to be a decievers term..
But you ain't fooling me nor pulling my leg on trusting you honour of badgers..
The wealth of contineous continium circling the though through deeper ends is troves of treasure..
Your way to tread untouched public display in course of discussing revelations are stun-gun high voltage charged materium..
Thanks for the awe of nspiration genius dear Pat..
I was busy to venture the rescue plan of the hierlom farmstead hereband no end near in sight yet.. Progress - yes.. The em i'm emny in their enimosities shriek their teeth in bewilderness (the iudje in kort a swell, the guy) scratching their heads they didn't get rid of me yet.. They continue to try - even the mess placed on the public platter is soon a story in itself - with astounding elements ignored on my end and astonishing smoke and mirrors tricker-tricksteries on their the other's side ongoing..
Time to vacum clean up copus of all ypur material and all your comment sections..
All the best my deer friend..
Thank you for your kind words
and those others I don't understand...
I can't remember if we ever discussed forcing those who would de-land you to provide their Oath of Office in Writing and Swear it directly to you as a Living Being. This was an observation in the comments by someone who had put the courts on permanent Delay because they can't produce such a thing. If they have no oath of office then they can't be officers, so regardless of STRATEGY to defraud you they don't even belong there and by law of the by-laws they should be IMPRISONED for Impersonating an Officer.
Try anything just to fuck them up.
or down
or sideways.
Law and legal are interesting areas.. The decievers design under cover excuses to withold full disclosure - sort of by declare the onerous burden of discovery on the honest party.. The system/decievers smugly duck and covering with "it says in the law we don't have to" oftentimes.
In much Swedish law is same as US where the form has superior stand versus substance.. That is how their f-ing form ingtangle-form your substance away from you rather then untangle you..
The Un-this-or-that" has the Swedish version with its "O-similar-or-that-other" thoughroughly roping in to lock in and circle the "it" out of reach or "protection from"..
Law is a snake pit.. Better keep un-snake-suit on to come out of it as a non-snake and to de-snakiefy the tricksters..
Thanks for the thoughtful comment - all-preciated as a prescious gift..
…I pull snakes out of their hiding place as well…🤩 also with my bare 🙌 well, that day I had 🧤as not to get blisters cutting grass with scythe
If I might paraphrase what you just said:
The goddamned motherfuckers make shit up as they go.
Why?
Because they've got ghuns.
The guys 'n gals gathering ayran-d you here in stacked sub lands grew of more and more really i teresting interactions..
The commenters being around here are of the rare kind the master in the class mirrors..
Huts uff..
That's the one thing that I will give you is that anyone who has stuck around (so to speak) has to be able to tolerate a Pork You Pine so you have to give them that. Many commenters have given of the insights that they have had within their own specialties.
From mohels to mein kampf.. My first job as a child labourer was roguing on an organic pharm.. I see no other way than tearing up and killing the infected/defective plants.. Even if they are mere seedlings.. 🌱🌱🌱 I've got my cultivator hooked up to a 1100 HP tracked whore.. All is fair in love and war..
If you can't defend the land that you stand on - then you have no STANDING.
If the land is a threat just to walk on with your bare feet then even the Ea-rth has become your enemy.
If 1100 horses can't get the job done then we'll call every horseman on the planet to CULTIVATE continuously until WE are the masters of the soil.
Thanks for clearing up that last quote. For the longest time I thought it was: "Fare" because there was a price to pay in both love and war...
I am in complete agreement with Jeannette, this is a life sentence. I just take the thought one step further and think that one needs an escape plan at deaTH to avoid being tricked or forced back here for another round.
I loved the visual of your protection outfit. We have the wanna be controllers in the world and the wanna be controllers in the Natural world and in the Natural world, too many have tap roots that go down 3-5 feet. Here in California, poison oak is the bugger. It doesn't seem to bother the wildlife at all, just the humans. It's worthy of expletives shouted out on repeat.
I suggest taking a bit of time off....to REST. I think that is something you do not do very often. Here are the instructions. You pour yourself that glass of whiskey, you find the most comfy place to relax and here is a beautiful piece of music to enjoy. It is Oscar Peterson playing the piano. Oscar was classically trained but we all know him to be a jazz virtuoso. He composed this song and it is a blend of classical and jazz. Now close your eyes, relax, and just enjoy.
There is much to be said for going into lounge lizard mode, it's a rejuvenation process. Sometimes We, the Natural People, have to take our hints from Nature. The Bears hibernate for a few months. I just saw the first baby cub of the year. Mama brought the babe down and the babe climbed on her back and they floated in the pond. Then they both climbed up one of the few Oak trees left that the "wild" fire did not consume.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvDjVo2RZSQ
We kick around the idea that IF there is anything after this, that if ANYTHING gives a hand-rubbing offer to 'come back' to this shithole then they will get a throat-punch in whatever passes for their non-corporeal entity.
Tyvek suits are excellent windbreakers and can make you sweat on a cold blustery day as well as a sunny hot day. They have the nice elastic band around the face part of the hood, so it makes you look like a kid in full pajamas without the bunny ears and flap in back. I probably scare the hell out of my neighbors but given that they have bowel disease, brain disease, liver cancer and are drug attics to pharm chemicals, it is their due.
I've never had a run-in with poison oak so I wouldn't know it if I walked through it.
Just like my firm contention that teeth are not for eating or smiling but are instruments through which to enter pain into our punished personas, so too, I think that animals are not bothered by these plants because they were invented in the SIM specifically for us.
Wanna know what the Opposite Day bitch of it all is?
Working to exhaustion every day IS RELAXING for a farm boy.
Here's why: Been using that Brain The Size of a Planet for 25 years and it needs a break. But the DIFFERENCE between what is done here and done in the soil is that when I see a problem, I formulate a solution and I GET IT DONE. ALL of the INVENTED TURMOIL in this hellscape eludes a final and complete solution so there is never any physical or mental rest.
There is nothing more satisfying than to scratch off a task from the list using red ink.
The same can be done for the 'other problems' as well but Bigger Problems require Bigger Solutions.
The only think I use the Spirits of -OH for are disinfection so I will substitute with what Alan Holdsworth called: a Non-Brewed Condiment.
Lordy, even the bears have it bad from The Invaders. All hell broke loose in the Lord of The Rings when the Ents learned that the trees were being burnt.
Thanks for the link.
You won't get rid of us that easily, my friend.
Shucks. Varmints like you got tap roots deeper'n an oil well.
Man id have to be half-crazy to try to dig you out!
Good thing I'm full-crazy.
HA! HA! HA! "Varmints with tap roots deeper than'an oil well".
My laughter echoing, reverberating throughout the craigs, caverns, pits and wells of hell. Muaaah! HA! Ha! ha!aah!
How gracious of the DEBIL to allow us to laugh in hell.
It's true.
She's a tenacious woman.
Are we allowed to say: "woman" now that there is a new clown in the center ring?
Debil doan like y'all laughin' at heem.
So yuk it up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYr0eNtpDHs
My Good Lady, how did, perchance you intuit that among the many vexations of Kingdom Plantae that Convulvus creepeth upon me as well?
Yet alas! Lass, Ye Olde Bindweed ranks lowest on the threats to Kingdom Animalia. So I raise thee a toast to your comics and sigh a relief on Miss Alliance.
If I were to say anything here for not answering your call Pat it would be just an excuse. I could continuously cultivate reasons til the poison ivy comes home but it would just be an excuse. I'm sorry doesn't cut it either.
There must be a frequency for everything. But could that frequency depend on a continuous stream or pulsed. The you've got the problem of the frequency of the pulse, and strength, to eliminate the bad players in this planet-ation.
I mostly blame David Icke for the Everything-Is-Frequency thing.
I can't do a buddhist chant to make the ivy levitate out of the ground. I can't play a frequency or drop some homeopathy on the ivy to make it wilt instantly on its own.
People refer to Royal Rife's Mortal Oscillating Frequencies to get rid of pathogens but NO ONE bothers with the AND logic gate that Lida Mattman said there were at least EIGHT different forms of Lyme ALL of which could reconstitute the entire organism from any of the component parts. This is akin to Rife's Protits that self-assemble to larger pleomorphic forms.
Frequency was NEVER the answer.
Frequency will NEVER BE the answer.
Digging in the dirt (literally or figuratively) and yanking the threat out with your own hands to be chopped into bits and roasted in the sun is the ONLY ANSWER to a PHYSICAL PROBLEM.
Frequency is electronic.
Electronics GOT US INTO THIS MESS.
Therefore: Anything electronic/frequency can NEVER BAIL US OUT.
We can't think our way, pray our way, hope our way, chant our way, beam our way out of this. We can only dig.
The Great White Digger hath just spoken.