Sunday, February 22, 2009

The "I" In Team


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Beyond lies, potentially, strange new beginnings. It won’t end with you, and it goes *extra* innings. It dissolves and erodes what you'd thought we'd construed. You find this resolved with an Alien View.
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Ever thought of yourself as a universe "center"? True... you're hard-steered from birth for the "cultural blender..." You're hard pushed, remember, to be part of a *team*. “Forget about *self*... just shore up the *mean*...
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Though, returning to self is where it’s all happening! "Self-aware" is a state of your own self-awakening! It’s a shock to discover what's always been true; at the center of everything? What’s found there is... you!
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Let "denialist ilk" pull the wool to your eyes? Piss the sense your God gave you, away, as despised? Dismiss then, completely, the quality people perceiving high strangeness as humans enfeebled!
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...Sure and all I understand... that *most* of it’s been faked. ...Sure and all I understand, completely, what's at stake! ...Sure and all I know that I should keep my mouth quite shut! ...Sure and all we know, indeed, what's shoved right up our butts...
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But there is something real one can feel at the core and it's hidden quite conveniently behind a closed locked door!
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A plan to round-up *dissidents* when it's you they'd have that way! ...This "plan" is called “Plan 88”, it is real! Best you pray! ...And while some might... distract themselves... to meditate on "heaven," I wonder what the first "plans" were... numbered one through eighty-seven?
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So, what strange plan's afoot, fellow motes, to suspend Constitutions or make them a joke! "Martial law" gives the *fascists * abundant free reign... to put us in collars, and muzzles, and chains!
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Think of the *drug deals* that screw inner cities. Think of the wealth fanning skinhead *sensibility*. Think of divisiveness taught by our ministry. Orchestrated by whom, and from what hidden sinistery?
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Meanwhile... there is our Earth... offended by our presence? Tobacco companies win the right to sell slow death to peasants? Ollie North's discounting an appropriate revision; he’ll make a swell inquisitor in his hoped for inquisition?
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...And here you are, so all alone, at the center of your universe. It's down to you, you best embrace the challenge of an "omniverse." Its length and breadth won’t go away... because you’ve shut your eyes. High strangeness is what’s usual, and it highlights, shines, and cries!

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...Did you know the moon Europa showed excessive revolution? Did you know that NASA opted to suspend prognostication? Did you know there're pictures showing stuff... but we don't get to see? They *report* from "7000," folks, and they’ve *imaged* from "350"!
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And what do you bet that Mars is a bust–and strangely inconclusive? What do you bet that the *face* is made dust, the public's will excluded. And what do you bet that all your hopes, and your dreams of satisfactions... are more by "whim of fate" controlled ... if perceived though their distractions!
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We’re fat little fish in a pond drying fast. We’ll be air-gulping mud at the end ... at the last. We should have saved more and then had fewer babies. But we were complacent, conniving, and crazy!
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Our *watchers* are baffled by our seeming indifference. To let children die ... poison Earth for convenience? To act so damned pompous? Let suffering reign? These suffer slung arrows of unutterable pain!
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To act in this manner ... with the kingdom at hand. They just can’t get by it, they don’t understand. How do we feast at a Sonic or BurgerKing... knowing our purchases supports widespread suffering?
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The unexamined life, I’ve heard, is really not worth living. Unchallenged faith is valueless, and harmful in the giving. You make the call, it’s your decision, but you do reap what you sow. It’s the summer of a discontent; but yours you'll want to know!

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I believe we're, each of us, the center of the universe... in a Universe of many many centers. Attendant to that, each of us is subject to the most extreme and unendurable loneliness... You don't believe that?
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Acquire some "immune deficiency," be gay in a straight and hostile microcosm, or fall agnostically outside some religious clique in the bible belt. Get leprosy. No, you ~are~ alone. Eight, or eighty? Blind, crippled or crazy? Riding, walking... crawling? Alone.
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Further, as you perceive your multi-verse from a center perspective, your meager senses collate conflicting information for some kind of interpretation of it all... an interpretation that you can live with, frankly, without too much ulceration or illness.  Cognitive Dissonance won't shore it up forever.  It's all happening to you, after all. It's you to endure slings and arrows... even if to only to be aware of the slings and arrows endured by a neighbor. "Island status" is unachievable even if unpreferred, and the bell remains to toll for thee, regardless.
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Some people have some small support for their lonely fragility. Many do not. Pause to count blessings.
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Face it, reader! It has never been the “rag-heads” and the “crackers” and the “niggers” and the “spics”, and the “hebes...” All that is, is confabulating smokescreen... a bald mechanism of distraction to focus an individual on meaningless trifles so those same individuals won't see UFOs hovering right over their leaf-bagged heads!
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It’s just you, reader, and you alone... targeted (for all practical purposes), provoked to forget that which watches stealthily from the UFOs which many sincere people are seeing every single day...
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You buy in! You decide! You process and collate and make your choice!
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You give in to the hate! You refuse to forgive and forget. You put the derision and bad will in the minds of your children as you simply stand silent. You allowed or otherwise facilitated the creation of a black-ops government stubbornly and officiously operating outside all your control. You allowed the national debt to sail into the trillions. You mortgaged your future to the meter man so he could attach his chain to the ring in your nose! You may even be the one throwing trash from your bleeding car!
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You may be coerced and misled or even driven and forced, perforce... but you acquiesce; you submit; you give in. You allow...
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Change relevant gears, reader, and consider what Henry Beston wrote in 1928...
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“We need another, wiser, and perhaps more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man and civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his limited knowledge, and sees, thereby, a feather magnified, and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves ... and therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older, and more complete than ours they move finished, and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost, or never attained ... living by voices we shall never hear... They are not property; they are not underlings! They are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time ... fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the Earth."
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"...Kind’a makes another point, too, don’t he"?
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What kind of respect are you showing for the splendor and travail of the earth and by extension... the multiverse? How far above the animals do you think you are?
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Dominion means stewardship, brothers and sisters! Caretaker, not plunderer! Friend, not master! Hand, not fist! Light, not darkness!
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To those a billion years forward of us, what are we (you) but a barely remarkable if somewhat messy and unfinished experiment? What are our Nav-Starred SUVs to that which travels thought quick between the stars?
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There is our reluctance and our cowardly unwillingness; can you see it? Moreover, I suspect that the capability alluded to is all within reach even if it is not presently within our grasp, reader. That's my suspicion.
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...And while true that there is no "I" in team, there is a "me" if you're flexible with regard to letter order. That's right.
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Read on.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Muse You Choose...


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You're disgusted with the state of things. You're impatient for some change. You suspect your blighted leadership's dissembling and insane?
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You feel as though you've been betrayed. You suffer disrespect. You tolerate a government not remotely circumspect?
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You perceive there is conspiracy. You discern it lives and breathes. You gather it has been employed... to bring you to your knees?
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You 'know' that there are UFOs. You see them for yourself. Your culture seems opposed to one who tries to know ones self?
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You cannot trust your mainstream. You smell its artful lie. There's much pretense for foolish lies that nothing haunts our sky?
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You're revolted by religion, and the "Fundies" make you sick. You know invented deities do the bidding of these pricks?
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Is 'science' your social arbiter? Is it god or mal-used tool? Do you let it ~dictate~ policy? Too, you dread its turgid rule.
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Do errant posers profit? Do they prosecute their 'need'? Do they blandly soil the shoulders of the giants of our breed?
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Are you sickened by society? ...Abhor the status quo? You are fed up with a "system" which precludes your "right to know."
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You are trifled by obnoxious trolls! Do they caper, leap and dance? These ghouls of ...'un'-revision... so complacently they'd prance!
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ou are sick and tired of being played for a clue robbed—hapless—tool. You feel disrespected flotsam, slighted chump... affronted fool?
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Do you sense a new reality? Are you outraged and contentious? Are you finished with indignity? You are ~ripe~ for the seditious.
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Yes, snub their hijacked networks, friend. Refuse their print and graph. Reject their artless selling, puerile prose, or photograph!
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schew convenient 'history'. Avoid contrived 'accounts'. Disbelieve authorities of 'mainstreams' who don't count.
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ead ~forbidden~ indexes. Think outside their box. Review the un-explorable. Explode the closed and locked.
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Question all authority. Demand what's just and fair. Leaping up from bleeding knees... you find the guts to dare!
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Speak the truth to power! Let them know your thoughts. Voice your felt convictions, friend, before you mourn their loss!
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The future's near upon you, and it's speeding as it comes, but you are more prepared for that; you marched to ~different~ drums. What drums are those, some sneer and smirk from short Cartesian pews? Well, that which finally comes from you, and that's a muse ~you~ choose.



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alienview@adelphia.net
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