Thursday, April 19, 2018

Mal-Inculcations





Mal-Inculcation insured our compliance.
To question their "truth" 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...

Now?

I'm insulted by *patriots* ...most manner and stripe. 
Conveniently placed... divine 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 
some were glad psychotic skunks!

There are oceans of difference 'twixt primary sources 
and the textbooks you'd hope not deride them. 
See, textbooks produce only fatuous heroes... 
and, few of these worth any worship or diadem.

Our textbooks are PAP! These 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.





Read on.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

UFOs And Causal Motery...

Borne of needs for any of us;
there is no "we" without "me."

UFOs And Causal Motery...
by Alfred Lehmberg


Individuality! It is penultimately required in regard to even the beginning perception of what came to be called "UFOs." Other, less brave, appellations would be employed, later on. That and the ability to endure neck pain... passed these it's only time necessary looking up, out... and in. Crystal... seems ya gotta be "free" to be able to "see"

Individuality; however, remains a trial, a travail, and a toil, worse than mere neck pain because it is a resumption of individual sensibility and a return to personal responsibility lost a result of flowing with a herd on the salient issues. It's a shock, yes, but a productive shock because it encourages individual accountability and corporeal sensibilities accommodating an efficacious social web, base shelter, reader, a social web absolutely required to the stewardship of 350 million odd human beings, just in America. 

...Faith is hardpressed to feed the faithful, sustenance coming, or not, only ever of themselves, by this writer's watch and warrant. Salvation, too.

Also, it encourages a certain singularity of what this writer suspects might be a constructively efficacious spirit, it's further pointed out. "Woke," in the current colloquial. We'll table for now how it is the sun source of all novelty and our only salvation... but briefly, if we have respect for the sensibilities of one another we have our salvation, soup to nuts. Any God at all may have been a zero-sum function in existences equation... perhaps even an invalidating one.

All of the preceding, it's submitted, is preferable to entirely living off the cues of  "compromised (and compromising) insiders" and slavishly going against one's own more innocent and humane personal intuitions... and best interests, again by watch and warrant.

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

"YOU"... that which you make, and the water that you, metaphorically, heat and carry! Their institutions evaporate away in their own imaginations when YOU withdraw your support... your work... your initiative... your money! It's why they try so hard to keep you... if they think you may be valuable to their "cause."  With 'em, ain't agin' 'em!

You're valuable if so much as... warm... but compliant.  Though, always be prepared to fall out of their inconsistent, wayward, and fickle favor. Buyin is required at 100%! Life turns on their dime, and they keep the change.

This explains all their rage and retribution as they too easily begin to accept that you may have slipped away from them in some way, provoked, it matters not, by their thoughtlessly practiced and self-serving psychopathies. The reader's value (now measured in their open mendacity because they have knowledge of the reader's potential as an obstacle regarding their deleterious and self-serving agenda) is ironically confirmed, if in reverse. Be proud!

This all begins to occur, I expect, when one starts to listen, not to the one mal-inculcated for each of us in support of the few at the expense of the many, but to their individual conscience, the little voice inside... The one asking, "Were it me?" 

A necessary digression, one must always ponder, "Ok, it's me I observe. What, then, were the observed... me?" Turn, then, as the observed, and observe the observer. Become the observed, observing. Much, faced, is learned.

A person compelled to self-evaluation of conscience is why the reading in a forbidden index is forbidden... the known unknown exists... and what about that unknown unknown?  Nes't ce pas? The idle mind is not a "devil's playground." No, it's that it is a "playground," at all! The Forbidden Index won't fill the passed plate, legitimize the tithe, or get the Deacon's office furnished. 

Apart from the math, the peer-reviewed science, and primary- reference history? Forget everything you learned in school.

The purpose of their *school*, then, is to promote their concept of a *reliable* citizen. Read instead? 

Read "malleable" and "easily intimidated" employee, reader... tool/beings with rotted souls dry as chalk dust pushed around without difficulty... spiritless robots... What does the reader's intuition say with regard to that? This writer stands on the shoulders of Giants reporting same.

To that end and culminating in crass manipulations from our groomed psychopathic society, then, 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! Look around you! Currently, it's OK to dump coal tar in stream beds. UFOs must fade from view.

These inconstant castles evaporate, by the way, the moment that it is convenient or profitable for the non-elected privileged autocrat and his eagerly grasping minions to evaporate them. 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 precancerous skin, conspicuous consumption, and contrived presumption. Suntan oil, ass tattoos, and balloon rides from flashy corporate rock productions...immutable chaos in the corporeal, one would think... then it pops like a soap bubble.

Contrast it with the same stretch of beach on a deserted day in a coldly blustery November to see how tenuous reality really is. Move in time 1000 years past and future and see surface areas change, the withering then blooming skin of a living thing. 

One comes away somehow knowing that the gray November day alluded to is vastly superior to the July one... and on more levels... even if empty and tortured, hounded by the sea, and threatened by the sky... ...but it's real. The one in July is a wasteful fantasy of meaningless personal risk, alcohol poisoning, and even a fatal venereal disease...wind's dust.  Undistracted, though, one can perceive the real chaos of the cosmos! Let your cometary blaze mean something for your fellows. There is a reality! It's just beyond the grasp of talking monkeys... currently. Future looms.

That was the lesson of the Matrix series, eh?  Lice, bald heads, and ultimate sacrifice were 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 an iPhone or an iPAD, you know? I suspect that lesson is plain, and very much so. Is what's real, really real? Well, just my neck pain says that sometimes, it is.

Regarding the aforementioned UFOs (another probable reality without regard to conjectured provenance!), I am amused how every "name" authority worth academic salt can pontificate his relative surety of intelligent life *anywhere else* in our ever-expanding multi-verse, but will not cop to any potential that that astoundingly already admitted intelligence is peering down un-guessed at instruments at us... this very moment! Is, in fact, standing inside our *closet* with us as we furtively and hypocritically grope our "detested" cultural genitals, abusing same... ...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. ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose ...itchy nose... It is the ultimate sedition... Feel its breath on your reddening cheek, and be elevated.

Read on.

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

UFOs!

Seven Categories so massive they must give pause... 

UFOs!
by Alfred Lehmberg


UFOs. Yes, there is quality anecdotal evidence. It is compounded with well-vetted photographic evidence. Ladle after lurid ladle of documented historical evidence is stirred in...
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...Just the preceding gives every indication that a ufological contention regarding observed phenomena must be more real than not... Yet, we tarry, mope, twitter, and futz.
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Verily, we strut and preen our too-casual corporeal happenstance in the universe as alone, inviolate, and immutable... Only, we are hugely complacent where any thaw-released bug or loose cannon asteroid, the merest exhalation, even, of our uncaring star, reduces us to a stone age of hapless suffering and cruel despair... on a good day. 
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Life turns on a dime and keeps the change. I digress.
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UFOs! When the preceding is framed by the serious historical artistic evidence, then 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...
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UFOs! Six stunning categories in an almost un-language-able churning urn here iterated. UFOs, even as it's seriously admitted in the mainstream media that the military has recently spent secret millions studying... Yes, studiously studying what is and had been "skeptically scoffed" and "scientistically (sic) dismissed" by the suspiciously braying and wholly uninformed negative nay-sayers among us functioning as vested system shills. They've a dog in the hunt, one can discover.
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UFOs! A seventh category can be considered concerning a hard mathematical conjecture suggested by the famous Drake Equation, an equation but fleshed out by the late Amir D. Aczel (Ph.D.) in his book, Probability One.  
. Simply put, the odds that we are not alone in the universe are so close to 100%... (99.9 ...on into a marching line of unendingly fractional nines...) that there is finally but one chance in one that such is so. Certainty then, and "certainty" more so now given the "universe" seems to be found to be orders of magnitude bigger than we thought it was when Aczel wrote his book!
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UFOs! McKennaValleeStrassmanand Hancock et sig al are quite clear that *Others* truly abound... without regard to where or how they manifested themselves... and not for the reader's convenience. See, we're not alone in our little hubristic closets of cultural squalidness—closets we regard as secret and unobserved. Ha! Every infidelity has a witness, reader!
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UFOs! Friedman, Dolan, Feschino, and Hastings are profound on the subject of obvious others manifesting themselves in interactions with our most powerful weapons, conflicts with our air forces in secret air wars, involving themselves in secret agreements with break-away civilizations and perhaps even contributing to unadmitted technologies alluded to. None of us has a clue what's really going on and the best we can do is vote the lesser evil every time so as to become a lesser evil over time. Hope's supposed to be eternal... "faith" may our greatest self-disrespect.   
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Watching UFOs! Observers observed! 

These conjectured others are appalled witnesses as we socially defecate in our societal beds and push it down with our graceless and uncaring feet. Disabuse your nose of its less than valid "elevation," eh? We are not alone. The suggestion is ludicrous. Can't that be seen?
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Feel the acceleration? ...And per second, per second! Hyperspace looms!
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One recalls that Lightspeed and Singularity of Hyperspace were to have happened around the end of 2012, friends and neighbors. Perchance to soar and cleave beyond the parameters of a mere dream... We didn't fret, though, that 2012 would come and go without a visit, proper, from hyperspace elves... there was no small relief I'm betting. 
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No. The asymptotic curves of existential reality remain to be what they are and a piercing of the existential veil seems imminent, still. ...And hasn't a veil been pierced, reader? Explain the chaotic state of the world recently.
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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. UFOs will have occupants, and those occupants merely fractal alternatives to ourselves!
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 UFOs. Buckle-up, fellow travelers!  All vetted measurements of a rational prognostication on the state of affairs are straight up and asymptotic as alluded to!  Medicine, technology, going small, and looking large are other 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. His is enough. We are not alone.
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...Read on.