...Not Watching The Sky...

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...Not a new story that just came to me, as I sit on hard chairs, and I read I'm not free. There are charges of thievery, graft, and corruption ... the right writes their *writ*, and assures our dysfunction!

They're less than contrite with us; they destroy hapless families; they rob and they maim helpless folks — sheer insanity! This nation we love, in surreal dissolution, it is fraught with cold terrors at our top institutions!

Constitutions, as writ, are spat upon jokes to be used and abused, silken ropes around throats? They are tools of the mighty to be used when they're necessary ... when convenient, or useful, or expediently arbitrary?

They're to hide flying lights moving low on horizons who have "lights" of their own far beyond my describing! They are playing with secrets that spawn all the craziness... you'd refute if you knew it... ...and that's why they're betraying us!

Now most will not care in their drive to live lives that they work pretty hard for, but may learn to despise. We are ruled by the hatreds gladly fanned in our churches ... we are scared and upset, and our fear is discursive.

We look at the "few," but we're told we see many.  Distracted — bedeviled, we're shorted our pennies. The *right* won't help out when it comes to the sharing; though their mansions are built by the ones that starve... ...staring!

As we pray for our *gub'ment*, say, to "run off the faggots," but want its retreat when we'd spawn our detritus! Imposing our will when it complements business, but betraying the trust when we're called to be generous!

As they mask and they hide their fine mess of choice secrets, the watchers continue to tease and entreat us. ...But at the whim of that... "man"... to be born, work, and die ... we're *secure* in our rut, so, not watching the sky...

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The man — all the while laughing, and having fun at your expense —able to "play" because you "pay"—knowing you're a fool (and worse), so programming your children not to be the leaders in the "new century." He'll play bait and switch with all manner of anomaly. He'll drag you back and forth across the line of credulity so hard and so often that you doubt the validity of your own reality as smeared as that aforementioned line...

The knowing, finally, is a foundation that won't shift beneath your feet. You look up with a hard new eye, see the unending expanse of the misty *always was* — and ask the question, … not why, but, "When"!

When will you have the pitching deck secure beneath your feet, and a real "star to steer by"? It's then you'll have your "why."

...I Would Live *Forever*...

I would live forever. I would live to seed the stars. I'd live to see the glad demise of petrol burning cars...

I'd dare exist in silent space in cities that we built.

I would sip a comet's water. I would farm that comet's silt.

The Earth would be a garden when her language we could speak. We would decrease human numbers... "Less is more" is my critique.

At last when churlish kidneys went the way of facile flesh?

We'd switch out two "brand new"ones; I'd continue — be refreshed!

I'd needed brand new kidneys, and my fellows used the rest. Flesh is more respected, see; respect's now in neglect!

...I'd live to see our "Asteroid Belt" restructured living space.

We'd build it and not take it... ...to ameliorate our prior disgrace...

We'd treat each other decently. We'd live for one another. The Earth herself? ...A living thing! We would treat her like our Mother.

We'd take her lesson to the stars. We're creatures of her art!

We'd live like we had common sense; we'd live like we had heart.

...And once we had this change of heart, the skies would open wide; we'd find it filled with stellar folk... ...strange folk who used to hide.

Though now they'd hide no longer, see?  We'd cast away our chains...

 To see them as we'd see ourselves, alive, aware, and sane.

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So, they grew a cloned frog without a head… Yes! I want it. Please continue the research. I'll pay the freight, psychological and pecuniary, on spec... ...but at your peril! Create nothing with even the barest potential for the remotest consciousness! I'm a player only when it's me paying for it. If I have to die... ...well, I have to die, don't I.

...But, I should be able to grow my own replacement flesh — I would live *forever*. I will answer the ethical questions as I go along at select points in the next few thousand years, and that ongoing quest will be driven by asking who has to pay so ..._I_... can *play*.  Do you grok the implication, reader?

Consider longevity juxtaposed with population... I can cop to the egregious perils of overpopulation; most can't or won't at any level of our society, especially on the institutional, governmental, or ecumenical levels... To cop is to sacrifice, to sacrifice is to endure... enduring we explore... ...that part of the universe created to know itself... ...herself?

You know? The only real way to insure a quality human being is to bring the total number of humans down to a level where individual humans are assured of some respect... ...to start! Love the fetus, sure! But only if you love the child too... ...and then the nursing home denizens these children grow into.  Consider, individually sire only once and our population is painlessly curbed in a single generation!  The individual is key!

This is an individual thing. It is from this individuality that teams of real quality have their provenance. Can't you feel it? Again, the individual is key.

...Living *forever* does not seem to add to that. Or does it? Can it? Should it?  I would find out.

Still...I'd live longer than I'm presently *allowed*. Not because I'm scared to die so much... no. It's because I missed so much of what was here. You know? Space, Time... Surface area?

Out in the asteroid belt, I'd live as far as I could *see*. Unfettered consciousness is a precious, precious thing... ...at the very least it should be.

...On Topic...

"Your writing's off topic on matters of politics"!
"Your subjects distract and, at best, just annoy"!
"What do you gain as you bad mouth our Nation"?
"Where is your loyalty, and where's it employed"?

It's "political" matters that cause obfuscation.
It's your sullen disgust where the UFOs hide.
You'd feel much different were you born in Burundi,
I'm loyal to self.  With the self, one must ride.

"What's all this blather regarding 'conspiracy' "?
"Why do you brood on old history gone passed"?
"How do you qualify "others" from space"?
"Why do you dwell on the miserable past"?

NAS, ATF, FBI fill the papers!
Our history's GONE, *we* don't KNOW what occurred!
Life from some stars are conclusions of science,
And I "dwell" so the "past" will at last be preserved!

"What is your profit, if what you say's true,"
"And too few have the rest by the balls"?
"Your success is deterred, as you gain further notice,"
"Even death's more 'assured' — can't you hear its dark call"!

...Not in it for profit — I write what I feel.
I don't want you confused that your care's in their heart.
It's the writing itself that provides me a wage,
And my death will become them that, each, take their part!

"Work's more impossible, the word will go out."
"How shall you teach to a classroom of kids"?
"How will you square all the 'lies' and the 'dissonance'
"To collections of young minds who don't know what's been *bid*?"

I'd be teaching in classes of kids who "don't matter."
My students don't read, or divide, or subtract…
I'd have tought them the truth as I felt that they grokked it?
But the point is now moot, folks. In all truth, I was sacked!

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Very highly trained, a summa cum laude graduate (Did you get that Richy?), I'd taught in "special ED" classrooms.  While I did teach, I would go to bed, every night, knowing, unquestionably, that I was doing a GOOD thing!  The obligatory shaving the following morning was never a problem. In a self-mending mode, perhaps I was on the way to forgiving myself for my participation in Viet Nam...

Viet Nam? Let me tell you about Viet Nam. My participation in opposition to that nation of people was a rook, a farce, a sham, and an atrocity.

Since the beginning of their time, I'm betting, those unarguably astonishing people have beaten back every attempt to subvert or enslave them. And with success, reader! Success!

Decades ago, right after the first world war, Viet Nam (believing our press releases?) came to us for association and aid. Wilson, Truman, and then Eisenhower rebuffed their every extenuation... ...fueled by callous, indifferent and inhumane racism when the period is read to!

It figures. The United States is legendary in racism's regard!  Where did Hitler get the idea for his Final Solution?  The answer's not comforting.  See, the US was hugely successful clearing out its own native population of "undesirables."  Quite an endorsement for an observing extraterrestrial, eh?

Back to Viet Nam, the French tried to continue their exploiting and unethical colonial imposition, ongoing for centuries, until the "little brown men," tired of the abuse and disrespect, ran imperialistic Frank's fat froggy bottoms from their Asian soil like squeaking white roaches! In a pique of punctured euro-centric pride, read "white pride," the United States tried to bring Viet Nam to heel... and was in turn driven from the land squealing like Ned Beatty in "Deliverance".

Once we were gone, the Vietnamese let the Soviets know where the bear went through the buckwheat, and then, not to be outdone? They kicked Chinese BUTT, friend, when Peking started to make its incursion from the North. Verily, Viet Nam has resisted ALL historical attempts to treat their sovereignty with anything but the most profound respect…

These people beat back the late 20th century WORLD, and SURVIVE to tell the tale, reader!!!

...Too, left alone? They seem to be leaving the rest of the world... astonishingly... ...alone! That's raw idiosyncratic credit right there, yea and verily!

...It rather paints them as UBUR-MENCHEN — doesn't it!


I respect them.  Anyone with a sense of fair play should.

Again — years later... after decades of misery, tragedy, and recovery from destruction... the people of Viet Nam are once again making overture for association and aid. Hopefully, this time, we will bind ourselves to them with bands of honesty, trust, evenhandedness, appreciation, and the love of respected brother/sisterhood.

Why, we should try to mix our essence with theirs ... the only people to squarely beat us in a war, we better make them friends! Hell, if they'd have us? We'd do well to offer them a Statehood!

We tried, stridently, the alternative, and it blew up in our arrogant faces. The people of Afghanistan and an outraged (because we scare the hell out of them) middle East will likely serve us up a second helping for our arrogant effrontery...

For my part, forgive me, people of Viet Nam, I knew not what I was doing… I do now.

Know that you have my support, my admiration, and my respect. To the survivors of those lost on our side — read a new book, become informed, cop to our hideous, unbalanced, and contrived nationalistic blunderbuss of purposeful shortsightedness... ...the utter waste of the lives of husbands, brothers, and fathers... sisters, mothers, and wives as grease for the wheels of an entirely unrestricted corporatism! COP!  Then we can move on.

We were "beaucoup number ten" and "tres dinky-dow" to the Viet Namese et al at the whim of reptillian corpocracies! Let's admit, and get over it! Demand our government give Viet Nam the recognition deserved.

It's just the way to get UFO's to come out of hiding — probably the only way, and an illustration why I always write on topic. You have to drain the swamp (excuse the metaphor) to even SEE the corporate alligator shredding merrily at your butt-cheeks.

Why do I "hate America"?

Why, you witless hypocrite and flatulent gasbag! I love America to a depth and breadth you have forgotten or have never known... I'll bet EVER known! Moreover, you scurvy wing-nut bigot, I've proved my love with decades of volunteerism and real service while you have likely sent others off to fight a war YOU started... but wouldn't fight yourself! Coward!

You can kiss my unwashed ass right after you tell me why YOU hate America!

You know who you are!

I'm just getting warmed up...

Read on.

Mal-Inculcations

Mal-Inculcation insured our compliance. A mark on our "school" was dishonor.  The reality was a dystopian rod: predation and compromised honor.

Distracted by football too early to care, I was distant and coarse to the feeble. I hadn't the courage, bereft of a pair, then I killed, or had killed, *ethnic* people...

I'm insulted by *patriots* of all manner and stripe. Conveniently placed, most are rightists. Wattles all shaking, awash in their tripe, compassion is where they're the lightest.

"My country's right if wrong," assert these rich behind their walls. They're making all the rules, of course, so they're using all their stalls.  See it won't matter "right" or "wrong" — Democracy be damned. You have it and they want it, friend?  Then you're the one gets jammed.

And I bought it, wrongly thinking, that the States could do no wrong. See, the word I got was missing massive chunks! I was flushed with "founding" fathers who were steeped in "golden" glory, when research was clearly showing these were glad psychotic skunks!

There are oceans of difference twixt primary sources and the text books you'd hope should concede them. The text books? Disingenuous... Students conned? But, of course — where the primary source could inspire them, again!

Our text books are PAP that degrade human spirit. The kids are aware of the con! Their mommies and daddies have bought in regardless... or such "crap" would dissolve and be gone.

The UFOs hide in this cognitive dissonance!  They soar free as birds... where we will ourselves blind. These watchers must wait for a moment of incidence, when, at last, we achieve individual minds.

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Dedicated to that Darling Don Ecker...

Individuality is a trial, a travail, and a toil because it is a resumption of individual sensibility. It's a shock, but a good shock because it encourages individual responsibilities, personal sensibilities, or a certain singularity of , I think, efficaious spirit.

All  of the preceding is preferable to entirely living off the cues from "compromised others" and slavishly going against your own more innocent personal intuitions...

This is the final target of the "manipulator," or "society," or "culture," you know.  It has always been thus. See,the coveted object of a culture —not remotely your friend— is ...You, reader!  Isn't that ironic?

"YOU"... that which you make, and the water that you, metaphorically, heat! Their institutions evaporate away in their own imaginations when YOU withdraw your support — why they try so hard to keep you... if they think you may be valuable to their cause.  You're valuble if so much as warm.  Though, fall out of their inconsistent favor.

This explains all their rage and retribution as they begin to accept that you have slipped away from them, in some way, provoked, it matters not, by their thoughtlessly practiced and self-serving sociopathies. This begins to occur, I expect, when you start to listen to your individual conscience and not the one mal-inculcated for you.

A person compelled to self-evaluation of conscience is why the reading in a forbidden index is forbidden. Nes't ce pas?

The purpose of their *school*, then, is to promote their concept of a *reliable* citizen. Read instead? Read "malleable" and "easily intimidated" employee... tool/beings with rotted souls pushed around without difficulty... spiritless robots... What does your intuition say with regard to that?

To that end culminating in crass manipulations of our psychopathic society, there are grievous distortions made to the TRUE histories of each bit of consciousness in the society or culture, and that aggregate consciousness therefore inhabits, as a result (!), contrived castles in the increasingly polluted air!

These inconstant castles evaporate, by the way, the moment that is convenient for the non-elected autocrat and his eager minions. I digress.

Very little has actually happened the way You (and I) thought it did... remember. The way we were taught it did... The way we were told it did. Trust betrayed then. Trust betrayed, still.

A walk on a summer afternoon beach at Panama City, Florida  —in July when MTV is there— is to be surrounded in the purest hokum of skin, consumption, and contrived presumption. Suntan oil, ass tattoos, and balloon rides from flashy corporate rock productions... chaos, one would think.

Contrast it with the same beach on a deserted day in a cold blustery November to see how tenuous reality really is. One comes away somehow knowing that the gray November day alluded to is vastly superior to the July one on more levels... even if empty and tortured, hounded by the sea, and threatened by the sky... ...but it's real.  Undistracted, you can perceive the real chaos of the cosmos!

That was the lesson of the Matrix series, eh?  Lice, bald heads, and ultimate sacrifice was a magnitude better than thinking that the matrix was the only reality and that it was not able to be manipulated by the informed user like a IPhone or an IPOD, you know? I suspect it is, and very much so.

Regarding UFO's, (another probable reality without regard to provenance), I am amused how every 'name' authority can pontificate the relative surety of intelligent life *anywhere else* in an ever expanding multi-verse, but will not cop to any potential that that astoundingly already admitted intelligence is peering down un-guessed instruments at us this very moment ... is standing inside our *closet* with us as we furtively grope our "detested" genitals... ...or that we shan't feel hot alien breath on our embarrassed cheeks even as we begin to listen quietly for it in our culture-imposed darknesses.

The 'other' exists as sure as an itchy nose. It is the ultimate sedition... Feel its breath on your shamed cheek.

Somebody explain the big words to Don.

Read on.

...Observer's Burden...

 It's a labor to peer into fathomless skies. Call it work on any level not reviled or despised. Still, it's toil observing — a pain in the neck, and a chore to keep watching as you tilt the head back...

...Too, regret is a bitch ever lurking the wings. No bells on her toes, and she carries a sting. She appears near the end of your time on the stage; despair, then, more possible... inured against rage...

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...Will I regret wasted time badly spent ever searching a fathomless space?
Will I admit and despair "wasted moments" to a mirror I hold to my face?
Will I shake my head sadly if I find I've been "tooled,"
and the evidence is in... I was wrong, so daft... a fool?

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I'd worry more that this was the case, but their story's distorted; this is plain on its face.  From "Reconstruction" to "Viet Nam", distortions are recorded.  History is mystery! Revision is supported!

What's gone before? Their fantasy... ...their contrived catastrophe! Too, what comes after? Outraged screams... ...I reject their "hopes" and dreams"!

What must I respect while at the bottom of their food chain. What am I to do as I resist my culture's brain-drain. What am I to be when given air so thick with lies... then perceive an ...inexpressible...  I have watched attend our skies!

Admonished to think critically ... an ironic bottom line. When you "lays your money down" — when you read the print that's fine?  Well, find they're hosing down your leg and calling it "the rain"!  Then, find their fingers in your pocket when they're not inside your brain!

When you string it all together and the pieces rather fit… Well — you've got yourself a model, friend, and you see this might be it!

Too, it chaps my ass, and steams me good — their take on... "Founding Father," or, believing that you're standing on their "giant's shoulder" blather?

Doesn't Mr. Bennett know... or read his own damned books? These 'god-like' MEN were psychopaths... ...malfeasance working crooks!

These were men who raped their slaves conflating swindled dollars! Sure enough, I broad brush! Though, the truth should snag some collars! Congress was a "den of thieves," a place for knave and coward! And Presidents were Klansmen, friend, in traditions cruelly powered.

Don't sanctify, or deify, or sanitize it, Bennett! You scurvy dog, inconstant swine... you liar... my opinion!!  It's you who keeps our eyes from where... they'd likely get their fill. It's you who keeps us in our caves... ...for darknesses you shill!

So, it's hard to keep on looking into starry, starry skies. The deck has been, then, too well stacked by a *privileged* I decry. Their ridicule is painful; our patience cruelly stressed. Behold, it's asking questions makes a man a "dangerous pest."

I'll still look up, my neck in pain, what else am I to do? There are answers in this vastness, friend, belying what's construed. It's the price of unbound thinking, then, to know the lies been told? And when history is suspect... all bets are off!

Behold!

It's the church, unlawful government — law enforcement mal-entrusted, where media's controlled by *few*, their lawyers — should be busted. We're at the beck and call, you see, of the hyper-richest's mercies... and these affect life's quality in ways a mite too cursory!

It's beyond the mere repressive how our culture eats its "young." It pretends it's higher minded, yet mendacious songs are sung! See, I disregard its bogus claim it's held the higher ground! See? It can't spawn the "new idea." It attacks... ...to smash it down!

Not to "test," or "exercise", or "to get to murky bottoms"! But "distortion" and "denial"... for "blind eyes" and "ear cotton"!  For dismissal of all novelty, a shift that's gaining power —an asymptotic reckoning to yawns while brave men cower— these provide to insulate themselves from what they wrought, though the humans of a lesser god be damed to die and rot.

Most don't know they're blinded to our starry, starry nights! Their will, defined by ignorance, precludes they know their rights!  We are more than fodder for elitist swine exposed; we don't deserve crass disrespect, or that rain that I proposed!

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Will I regret... wasted time, badly spent... ever searching a fathomless space?

Will I admit and despair "wasted moments" to a mirror I hold to my face?
Will I shake my head sadly if I find I've been tooled,
And the evidence is in... I was wrong, so daft... a fool?
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My intuition says no.

Conversely, many of our founding fathers would most likely be in jail today, put there for egregious crimes against humanity, or strung up by their heels as radical... an ironic result of the egregiously repugnant bunch providing them the most hero worship today…yeah… a broad brush ... but enough paint sticks to illustrate the point.

Regarding what one looks into the sky to see: Why the "other"... or even AN *other*?

Unsettlingly? It can't not be there!

Oh ... I've seen 'em in the morning… ...seen 'em in the evening… seen 'em at supper time! The skies are filled with strangeness! Let it stiffen up your spine. [g].

...Why Rhyming? Well, to know I've tried! To stick a finger in the eye of those whom I decry... ...those who'd blithely choose... to rape and plunder. I protect myself from them with my "foot" and "metered rhythm"... ...to hide, in sight, from them, but make small thunder!

See, they can smash you like bug, shove you, broken, under rugs... make you cry and moan and grieve their impositions... They are soulless, psychopathic, and bereft of any magic. And they funnel fascist fortunes in transgression.

...Still, I can't abide their crap. It's as simple, friend, as that. Too, I shan't abide the "dim-bulbed churlish sneerer". I'll eat his face for brunch, and then kick his ass for lunch, then I'll burn his bones for warmth in my December...

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...This'll ooze out anywhere, folks, even in the prose section... unrepentant prosery... no apologies... ...It's what I am — how I insouciantly roll.

...Face cocked in a reflexive sneer? Gag, pilgrim, on my vinegary bag!

Read on...

Six Facets Of Preponderance

The sky reflects a lot of 'time' as measured presently. The 'space' is... unimaginable, beyond infinity... ! These are dwarfed by 'surfaces': places where we'd stand if we had imagination... were less facile — in command.

The question's begged who's there right now... and peering back at Earth! Consider plans to visit same... There is, I'd bet, no dearth. See, Drake's equation says they "are", and Fermi says they "will"... ...the evidence of UFOs enjoys denial, still.

Drake's equation says they 'are', in figures sans a lie. The numbers are conclusive, mirrored thoughtfulness, is why.

To the "angle of that dangle," add the square of Drake's potential, and smartly find, besides ourselves? The more than consequential!

Yes, we have, indeed, their photograph, we've raked their thousand traces, and some have looked upon them and beheld non-human faces...

Now, Fermi says they 'will', of course! If they are 'there', they do so. If there, they have prerogatives we cannot guess or even know. But "they're not here 'cause we're not there" is not a valid answer...if "they were here, we'd know it" was Fermi's "tiny dancer."

Still, we'd occupy their fantasy, a homocentric dream, that they alone inhabit space... their arrogance supreme? Their hubris —bloated 'schism—  is provoked by errant men who prosecute too passionately... ...what only profits them! These men are not concerned with 'truth', have abdicated 'trust', and shortchange those beneath them, then, with 'promises' of dust!

Evidentiary ufology is enormous and well vetted, but folks have lost home, love, and lives... chasing the detected. ...And hows that work, this travesty: to punish good behavior, reward instead its opposite, a point gone non-belabored...

Photographic physicality, it's passed time's acid test! History is larded with accounts not made in jest. Artists have recorded what ...'real people'... heard and saw... and they wrote in ink on parchment or in soot on cave-home walls.

I myself have seen such things as other pilots see... regarded them unflinchingly and not from bended knee.  One must, of needs, be true to self, or risk a cruel despair.  One must report the truth they've known, achieve their croix de guerre!

Six facets of an evidence borne out in guts some had... to qualify existence and to keep from going mad... Six facets of reality that some of needs deny, and this is proof that these are fools who might be vilified.

Six facets of preponderance... a glimmer of the deep... these shock the sensibilities of those not yet asleep. Six facets of near certainty foretell important news; that we are not, have never been, "alone"! Be disabused!

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UFOs. Yes, the quality anecdotal evidence, compounded with the vetted photographic evidence, and then added to the documented historical evidence... ...gives every indication that a ufological contention regarding that phenomena must be more real than not... Yet, we tarry, mope, twitter, and futz.

Moreover, when the preceding is framed by the serious artistic evidence, qualified by the available physical evidence, and then compellingly buttressed by any conclusively personal evidence —if you have some... I do... thousands have— I can only be annoyingly astonished by the continued reluctance of some to face the highly strange music that just cannot be forever marginalized...

McKenna, Vallee, Strassman, and Hancock et sig al are quite clear that *Others* truly abound... without regard to where or how they are manifested for the reader's convenience. We're not alone in our little hubristic closets of that cultural squalidness — closets regarded as secret and unobserved. Ha!  These conjectured others are appalled witnesses as we socially defecate in our societal beds and push it down with our classless feet. Disabuse your nose of its less than valid elevation, eh? We are not alone. The suggestion is ludicrous. Can't that be seen?

Feel the acceleration?

Lightspeed and singularity of hyperspace around the end of 2012, friends and neighbors. Perchance to soar and cleave beyond the parameters of a mere dream...

That's not entirely from the aggregate woo-woo, eh? That's the feeling of the high-domes and prop-heads of a jealous mainstream *academentia* (sic), fellow droobers... and so this writer's considered suspicion.

 Buckle-up, fellow travellers!  All vetted measurements of rational prognostication are straight up and asymptotic!  Medicine, tecnology, going small, and looking large are masses becoming infinite! The hyperspace gates swing open to, well, "infinity and beyond" if you'll pardon a prescient Buzz Lightyear — doesn't make it any less descriptive, but... don't take my word for it.

...Read on.

...Cooking Frogs...

It comes to me, now, all at once; I've been too nice with you! Please! Reiterate your "wounded" disrespect. You'd sneer your schadenfreude, then presume that you'd done penance. All you were, were frightened kiddies turning into you're own parents!

Too,  this is not a good thing and quite apart from sane.  Some change, indeed's, required, nes't ce pas?  Just as toilets need their flushing, some "traditions" needs their pruning, a "changelessness" is static death! Extinction's ever looming!
 
See, the truthful gone ignored will grow too large to hide before you, though the hammers of your gods begin their swing? Remember, you had had your chance... if college was your luck, but you only wanted  "answers" so your "college" blew. It sucked.

For all pontifications of your harshest blithe conservative, for all those stuffy nose-up false pretenders: The class you so desire wouldn't have you on a bet! You see, if YOU were there, you'd take THEIR place; but you don't get that yet!

It's why the tree called Knowledge and her sister tree named Life, those trees in perfect Eden — out of bounds?  The "plural" Gods forbade them when they said as much themselves... we could "live" like them to "know" so be, then, Gods as well.

The rules, contrived, control "made gravid" masses — of which you are composed! The rules are, then, their servants ... do their bidding. So tell me you're OK with all their crass manipulation. Tell me that this feels good, this slowest strangulation...

Heat a frog in water, slowly inching up degrees… Heat too quick, the frog gets wise and hops! Heat the frog just slow enough…and watch it not get shook.  See, the frog will stay there floating 'til he croaks his last and cooks!

Abide the autocratic —at your peril— with indifference. It wont be long they've made their way to you. Where's respect/consideration then, when you're the one who needs it! That slope to hell is paved with oil, and still you lube and grease it.

Don't tell me that your church can see the truest demons clearly. Don't tell me that there's nothing in my sky! Don't tell me the police are even handed —non-diseased— when their records are completely filled with Sodom-sans-surcease!

...Yet, still we have potential... ...and a "better's" never been! We can talk out loud and clear ...until we're heard?  Will huge machines arrive perforce to grind us up to gristle... ...when one points out hypocrisies, rings a bell, or blows a whistle?

Advising intuition will insure this not be so. Our masses are salvation we can make, perforce, ourselves.  Looms, at last, concrescence and a yet unguessed on fate.  All "trends" straight up, we're rocket borne, ourselves we recreate!

Some just won't want to hear it... ...that it all comes down to them. They just don't want to hear they're on the blame line! But there's payin' for their playin'... ...which comes due, I don't know when… and it may be that they're prayin' for some chance to try again?

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God might be up for a do-over, as unlikely as that should be. 

I'm asked, "If you think things are so much better now than they were then, why are you still bumping your gums"?

Simply? Because *things* could so EASILY be... so much BETTER ... still! But you have to give up, seriously give in — to get real.  See, we never get to the destinations of our imaginations... but we can still enjoy and be enlivened by "points of interest" along the way!  The only important thing? The quality of your associations on that path at hand.  A spot-on Robert Anton Wilson was not wrong on this point.

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...Wanna know what UFOs are really all about? Jacques Vallee and Terence McKenna shared an inside take on the matter. UFOs are real, but they are two astonishing things among other astonishing things they say.

First, they disguise themselves as an alien invasion of sorts so we don't get needlessly upset with regard to what they ~really~ are, to start. Let that frost your short hairs!  Alien encounters "extant" are just not alien enough, it seems.  They're a lot weirder than they appear.

Secondly, UFOs exist to very convincingly demonstrate to us, from time to time, that Science —not mere scientists, mind you, flawed as they are, but the institution of science itself— has some very serious shortcomings that we human beings are reluctant to consider in the real world and don't remotely cop to.

One is advised to know a tree by its fruit and if the fruit is ordinarily assessed as "nourishing" and "tasteful"... is it? Is it really?

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Wanna know what's really dangerous about the boundary dissolving internet? It is that it is boundary dissolving.

Consider you had, and will have, LAPTOP, breast pocket , or headband -- real time full motion video and CD quality sound in a little *transmitting* station via your cell phone. Everyone is their own TV station with a worldwide reach.

It's hard for anything to threaten you in that kind of *personal* pervasive surveillance. Watchers *watched* and home a castle? UFOs witnessed as they appear in real time? Video records of crimes committed? What man in black visits you at your door or in a deserted parking lot... who would threaten you or harass you while being watched as much as they would presume to watch?

Stalin wouldn't have been allowed to starve millions of his people in a pissy fit of petulant pique, and we won't stand for it when our own starvation, spiritual and otherwise, is pushed up in our face sooner rather than later by the conflated corporate Cardinals of industry, government, and church.

China takes a lot of heat for its paltry surveillance by the rest of the world in the "T" Square incident… Rodney King burst a true cultural pustule when he exposed a very real and obligatory police brutality via HIS video taping. More imagination: how much crack can be sold on a street corner when the transaction is being recorded seventy or eighty times? About the only place you will escape the passive and pervasive surveillance is in a place you have designated to be your own home (castle) — perhaps as it should be.

I want the bastard who pops me to be on somebody's film somewhere. Like it was at Waco.

Yeah, that's right ... Waco. Anybody should be able to live any way they want to —within very broad borders... don't insult yourself wallowing in the up-tight absurd— ANY WAY THEY WANT TO, as long as it is not forcing a "system" to make me, or any individual, live that way, TOO... ...it's fine!

How bad can passive surveillance be if it must also, by definition, keep tabs on the man who makes his surveillance of me? Then, maybe we both stay off each other's ass a bit more.