Sunday, May 26, 2013

...A Well Flogged Common Sense...

Looking at the sky I see... 
a living map of history
Sky-borne objects, seen, go passed—
Yahway's TIVO, at the last. 
Nothing IS as it appears; 
all we "knew" is now most queer!
See, what we see is not what is.
The sky's a liar; that's the biz...* 
So, suspect motives cloud that air, 
and we can't see what's flying where
Saucers hidden by stuffed shirts, 
or those who cause our greatest hurt... 
as people stagger scared and scarred 
to suit the ones who profit, pard!
...Though, you and me, we're in cahoots; 
we sift the murk to gain some truth
and we will read what gets no press, 
is ridiculed—is self-expressed.
We're asking questions. We annoy
We should drive mad who would destroy... 
the freedoms that we ought to have—
such freedoms as, contrived, THEY'D had! 
Thoughts beyond the pale of science, 
thoughts with depth (and self-reliance)—
for thoughts as these may point the way 
for humbled science used new ways! 
Yes! Leaping up from callused knee 
to grasp a new autonomy!
...What is lost or cast away 
when one denies what one should say? 
Things not said and kept from view? 
These disrespect, first me, then you!
See, we're it I who dodged fair questions, 
innuendo or projection... 
that I'm guilty, without face ... 
plodding, facile—in disgrace? 
Were it I the psychopath
a hurtful, sneering—smirking cad, ... 
not conceding valid points, 
and misdirecting those enjoined?
I'd be "tarred and feathered," "rail run," 
"jail driven," "tasered"—"gunned"!
Still, I despair this might be me; 
all are suspect... conclusively
I know it's, then, my every word 
could wheel and strike me in my turn!
...I hope you're right (you hope I'm wrong) 
that we CAN wear our heaven's crown ... 
that we, in fact, DO crown creation, 
and are NOT it's infestation...
Though, we aren't looking for the truth. 
We're distracted and misled—confused
And not because we'd choose it so, 
...but more because that's "fixed," you know?
I know our "knowing" has a price
that some of us must pay our lives; 
—cruel of course, without recourse; 
lies revealed within the discourse—
freed as we begin to know
The current "swine"? Them?
The first to go!
As a means to their own ends? 
That luxury is ended, friend! 
Saucers fill our timeless skies 
and we rise up to meet those "eyes"!
...Perhaps to make our own sweet deals, 
and lead ourselves, yes (!), never kneel. 
Not to God, or churlish Devil's 
institutions, hammers, shovels
not to men we don't elect, 
or lawyers, doctors ... ET, yet! 
Not to preachers, cops, or pushers
pimps nor pros, or psychic butchers
Released from bondage; free at last; 
free to think... and that's a gas!
It's not a "New Age sentiment" that clouds my point of view! "New Ages"? No! It's sense, at lastbetrayed by precious few!
See, people sense hypocrisy in the "system" gone before! They look for other "passageways"—for other "paths" and "doors"! They look for new alternatives in the paradigms produced... then work out—sane and logically—just where they've been abused. People find that culture touts a politics of hatred and try to find new centers.  They sense it's getting "later..."
It is, frankly, eighty people in a hundred DO believe... that these hurdles to our questions are up skepti-bunky sleeves—employed, perforce, to mollify or put our "fires" out ...but, to "muddy up the water," hell, for ALL we care about!  To mask their real agenda and contrive their profit's lie... to cover up, obscenely, "saucers"... flying in our skies!
Consider your klasskurtxian with saucers up his sleeve. He writes dismissive missives to express he's on his knees. That he takes the time—at all!—speaks volumes for your case... that anomaly is happening, real, and right up in your face!
He argues his obtuseness with a practiced tongue in cheek which is all convention's "wisdom," so it's hard to NOT believe! It's hard to buck attractive words so soaked in early relevance. Though, tradition can be sans that which might justify that relevance!  See... A mix of what is "plausible." A dash of "on the fence." A smidgen of what's "natural," and that well-flogged "common sense."  This obfuscates the real deal, exacerbates desire, propounds the revolution and becomes a funeral pyre!
Though, all around this "sideshow" are these leaping / pulsing lights, and words that shriek with history from the folks you trust at night!
The truth is not forthcoming for the reasons we have named. Conspiracy's alive and well in shadows well maintained, but we are, frankly, tired of them pissing on our leg, then condoling that it's raining—these trifle powder-kegs!
...It's said that they're "protecting us" from the strangeness we "perceive"—that we should "let that dog just sleep," and lie un-bothered ... NOT believe. ...But I believe it's JUST that stuff that we should care about... believing we can profit from what we, then, might.  Find.  Out!
I suspect the efficacious... regarding wages if we're brave. I think we're better off that way; it's "their way" is depraved. Presently are "easy" roads, just peachy for those few; see, it's most would be left hanging with the *bill* when it comes... due.
Still, I suspect alternatives... salvation if we're brave... if we refuse to compromise with those who'd make us slaves.  Those using fear against us.  Those spreading all the hate.  Those lying to our faces and disrupting angry fate!

A lesson of history. ...Don't think so? Heh.

We'd better raise ours eyes and see saucers soon, bunky, if we have to PUT them there ourselves!

Restore John Ford!

*Limited by a still slow speed of light... ...One would not know the Sun had entirely disappeared—blinked wholly out of existence—for eight full minutes!  This, if they were standing midday on a baked dune in the Sahara!  The sky would lie a Sun still shining for that 480 seconds. Greater distance allows the longer lie.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

...Between The Stars...

I sense divergent consciousness (see...betwixt the stars you're free!)—as speculation pushes me beyond what science "sees." ...And not the science we'd respect, but the science of the niggardly. The science of the narrow minded "skep-dick's" insipidity.  The science of the autocrat.  The science of the scammed.  The science choosing pessimism: the science of the damned.  The science of the psychopath.  The science sans all sense; the science of the tyrannous; the science of offense... 
You want (, sneer!) some quick example—I provide you just two men! (...Our "thanks" to Aristotle for the women who aren't factored in...) These couldn't be more polarized, each stares across a gulf... at the ethics of the other, with but ONE concerned with self:
See, scientists like Edison are a sullen, craven lot. Scientists like Tesla ARE shafted, ruinednot?  Think! Which of these provided scope and efficacious living and which of these had mankind's throat for cruelties unrelenting?  Which declined to poverty, and which one was enriched; which one championed humankind, and which the S. O. Bitch?
Tesla might have freed "folk-kind." Thomas wanted "wage slaves." Tesla reached beyond himself, and Thomas was, at best, put paid?  Tesla took the higher path and Thomas took the low-road; had Tom, perforce, cooperated?  We'd ALL be on the high-road.  We'd populate the solar system; we'd be among the stars and sensing other consciousness with conscience much like ours.
Oh, they'll purr "impartiality," those men of "sacred" science; they wear their cloak so admirably, convinced of its reliance. They smirk and point around themselves at the grandeur of their work, like it's them who gives the gold ring at the "ride," and you're the jerk.  But these are bald reductionists and Cartesian to the core.  Materialistic cravens in denial: that's their score.  They're not the ones pronouncing from experience... they'd discount.  They're epic in denial as regards what they're about!  See, by discounting your experience as such that "cannot be"  they're dismissive of an evidence for a truth that lives and breathes.
So... they, then, look away from what you've seen with sober eyes! They ridicule the stuff there flying high in night cloaked skies. Ignoring what they want to (too addicted to their dollars), their knots are cinched up high and fast; they've leashes on their collars!
"Somewhere there is other life, as smart or smarter." (yeah!) They all admit this frequently in a yarn they've spun so well.
"...But 'they're' not 'here,' is their advice, "they cannot make the trip"! ...And why? "...Well, WE can't do it"! What hubris, then, is THIS?
I think there's more than they'd let on. I think their thoughts... "impounded." I'd think that they're not living UP... what they have propounded! I think they're NOT impartial. I think they're falsely proud. I think they have forgotten what the ancients proved out LOUD!
Pyramids and monuments aligned with unseen stars—the knowledge of ones solar system—what planets were and are!  That there was "one grand asteroid belt" and other planets where: the colors were acknowledged blue and green, but twins, so paired.*
They are "water giants," and like "the belt"... beyond our sight; so how the hell'd they "know" that—what they somehow "knew" to write?
I think our science sells us short (... facilitates bruised knees!). I think they think they're centered, but they're thinking begs disease. I think they lead us down the SLOPE of errant primrose paths. I think they wound egregiously—do disservice at the last.  See, they dismiss what they won't look at.  They deny and look away.  They presuppose their answers.  They'll facilitate foul play: They'll "book burn," gerrymander, use a logic they'd decry, and sheriff errant status quos to pontificate their lie!
I'm a conscious mote of conscience and I want to know the truth... good or bad it's likely preferable to our *scientist's* abuse. See, Plato knew the difference; he included what's not measured; Aristotle flogs his hubris to diminish what's unmeasured. We should reexamine Plato for imagination's value, and diminish Aristotle... who has mislead, duped, or failed you.
See, he discounts what's not predicted, 
anomalous and not repeated; 
his cant a bias, it precludes: 
the novelty he'd disabuse.
The FACT that "something's" happening is apparent in the "word." Written and historical it's there—you may have heard.   Evidence, in categories, "lives and breathes" in sevens; writ in ink and carved in stone, it's wisdom as of heaven...
Though... this is stuff NOT learned in schools 
where we are trained to be mere tools... 
bereft of our identities, 
and shoved to callusedbloody knees! 
We would stand upon our feet, 
and live what's REAL—a real feat!
We would ask the bigger questions, 
but include our heart's suggestions. 
Build to last for just rewards 
and breed less folks, for less is MORE!
Very few are "hurt" ...Some churches...
those "self-loathing"—suppressing urges... 
...they've deployed in unfair ways 
to cripple spirits they've betrayed
Bad news won't improve with age. 
Crass denial never pays.
Change is coming, not all bad, 
much of it will make you glad; 
find all the misery that is caused 
is caused by those who set proud jaws!
Prepare for new foundations which are pushed up by degrees. Prepare to leap to settled feet, and rest your callused knees.
  Prepare to have the skies spread wide 
with bracing winds of change denied... 
by those who live upon the flesh 
of these who're sans some clue or guess!
Feel its fingers touch your face, 
and pull you to a higher place 
(that you have earned for being born!) 
you stand respected and (yes!) reborn
"Soar and cleave," be unafraid! 
Be filled with purpose, bright—ablaze!
You're the center of it all! 
You have a will!  You've heard the call!
You're important! You understand! 
Your culture's nothing but a plan... 
to keep you down and worthless, beaten—
useful as their neutered cretin!
Take a breath and feel virtue. 
Let new winds of change alert you! 
Know that you are not alone 
to bear what changes change proposed.
You are the "divergent consciousness"—one finds—between the stars! And just like me you know there's MORE; you're lucid, plus? You ARE!
*...Neptune and Uranus, planets ever impossible to see with the unaided eye because of the terrible distances involved, are called twin water giants because they are composed largely of water, roughly the same size, and ...giants.  They have distinctive hues; however, one  tending to green and the other blue.  Green Uranus is rolled over on its side, struck down and featureless as if dead; Blue Neptune is erect and alive, surfing frozen Blue Oceans. We knew all this once, recorded many thousands of years ago by the Sumerians; how did we know? I'm reminded, inexplicably, that human beings are only at their best when things are at their worst; we've yet to master our decadence.

We locally demonstrate the just preceding, disaster after natural disaster, tirelessly, over and over again, but NOT taking advantage of those times where we are at our very best... given transient conditions provide their very worst.  If we reversed that to a degree... acted a little more noble in good times, we might not be tormented so tragically in the bad... we all know that's true.

...Later on, then, some *David* covets someone else's very desirable ass, the *rules* aren't flexible enough for rational sharing any more (even of an inexhaustible resource, I might add, remembering Tesla above)—reptile brained prerogatives work out their conveniently short-sighted calculations, the general suffering is increased, and the status quo is refurbished. We must like it that way.

It's clear we have to struggle against something to stay sharp—to remain fit... ...but we grind against each other while the common exterior problem continues to kick our unbalanced and misdirected ass; we are diminished by our struggle instead of being strengthened by it.  Is that the plan?

It doesn't have to be that way... we should be living on healthy island planetoids, pregnant with satisfaction and vitality ... endless gardens of technological *magic* out in the asteroid belt—by now ... but for the ubiquitous tyrannies and pernicious pogroms of the conspiring and *convenient* sociopath... or neo-conservative and psychopathic niggard, but we'd already alluded to Dick Cheney recently. Piss on that guy, eh? Sincerely!

You know what?  The more words you have at your disposal the better you can describe your own world back to yourself...  ...Restore John Ford!