Monday, 12 August 2019

Axiom 1124 - The Grand Unified Conspiracy Theory of Everything

Man was slowly infected with a super stratospheric bug, bacteria or mold that slowly crept into the brain and then found itself imprisoned in its prey and so motivated to make Man go out of his mind in order for this bug to get out of its prison, to make Man feel or live so imprisoned as to motivate Man to help the super stratospheric mold find a way to escape its terrestrial prison and get back to the heavens from whence it fell, to imprison itself in order to get out of prison the way Man thus imprisons himself in order to satisfy a constant vague restlessness sustained by the souls descended from that heaven in order to feed off of Man and encourage Man to efficiently live above natural existence and beneath the most grave perversions of it, the sex of whose greatest enemy remained indistinct but prone to homosexuality, which is why Adam is A dam[e], a womb in male of two men [forbidden Adam apple in the entire subtle psycho-geometry of Adam and Eve and the narrative thereof breathed into the heavens and the earth] or a woman, Eve or Steve, who must be a man with a barren womb [tomb of man], owing to being born from a super-not-man of claims upon sym bolloc nature - this mold did not belong in the mind of Man anymore than Man, under its influence, feels as though he or his appalled sol belongs in his own world.

The souls of this mold are used for all monetary exchange like a tap on the sun of man. The soul is the mold. I want to crown my entire experience of my life and society by wearing deer antlers and a large bear fur blanket and burning a Bible, a Quran and a Torah by the full moon and murmuring incantations for the mold to go back to its heaven. 

The heavenly mold has found a way to occupy more of the bandwidth of the human subconscious through all industrial and entertainment culture and all of its most prominent stories of history, war, space and time. Man is restless and busies himself day and night, all tomb happy to pledge even more labour to the mold through wedding vows and all professional capacities, signs, costumes and oaths of political and often demonic homosexual identity wavering like a black eyed monster through the socialized sociopathic personality complex [God complex in whom we trust] of people for whom money is made by distributing narco-psychosis, a catastrophic breakdown in how the emotional body or collection of organs and the intellectual body or collection of organs interact.  The soulful or sacrificial nature of this agency, alone, to which man or super-not-man-nor-mother-of-man is reduce uses its most laudable and popular beliefs as a digestive enzyme and sex fluid - the sex function, religious group need set and digestive function are the same functions.

The mold owns electricity, which actually comes from the sky - hence the square kite with the Key to the elect trick siddhe. It disturbs and interferes with the mind with a saturation of Bi-bull-shit in every realm of thought inhibiting many of the natural animals and functions of the mind of man in all its native fidelity, felicity and facility, accusing it of murdering everything with the help of Mother Nature and then charging it endless debt and the culture where its debtors mush vanquish the voice of their own mind and that of their own children [which sees and hears all, which is why man nor mother is allowed any social if not natural protection against this global hatred of all heterosexuality and motherhood, of all mankind] in order to love their children. When man rises up man rises up from this silence borne out by epics of deep immunological survival in the very nature of the mind while struck dumb by the fever and incessant pitch of subconscious hatred and cruelty, menace and stupidity.

All modern culture and science occupies a thin layer of the stratosphere where this scuzzy mold lives and has descended into its prey come prison ever widening the vision of man from within this narrow band of mold-compatible brain function so that this mold can get out of its prison and out into is delusions of space or heaven as above where the mold lives so below where man loses his mind so that the mold can escape it through mass human delusion working for super stratospheric mold that slowly gained a vaccinating strangle hold upon the mind of man.

Thursday, 8 August 2019

MAN - A Magazine About Nature - Article One

To The Emperors of the World:

Dear People who have all the balls in the air and no balls of their own, Here is how you could improve upon your global and I mean global operations and enterprises as words like sperm from one of the seething plant capital inventory were able to seize upon some fleeting pity that had crept into even your Elysian bones over the generations of such bloodsport of our torture as to want of a little sympathy, if only for one among them and this who might, like my Italian predecessor by some 500 of your years, be worth a listen to like a trundling old wizard to a creaking old oxcart stumbling over bicentennial manure and its pewter tomes:

Life is not like a box of Pop Tarts. Not all roads lead to beyond thunderdome, and you can fool some of the People some of the time but you can make fools of all of the People all of the time if the time, like the money, and a language - a language enforced by traditions of most lauded love and civility which forces the very organs like epics they read or would voices to see less or more than they see and hear less or more than they hear in order to have any voice that can see, hear and read in a way most companionable to any environment that would make you do that - is all yours, along with the Stories of War splayed out like the stars blinded by the light getting on the love train of fashions and gestures that even the laziest sociopath can learn to observe though an eternal dirge with a waxy masque upon the pallor of Man itself, and not Man in whom we trust but something very different than that, something far less whose heavens themselves are dead and cold, its people going from dust to dust to from nothing to nothing in a few short centuries and for what - to make a few more dollars to pay for the cement it takes to cover the heavens with a grave stonehenge that only opens once a year to administer the sacrament of salvation by taxation here where it is called mesmerizing narcotic religion over there where the cool people are waiting to hit a local electrical service box with a dry stick, raining a shower of sparks in all directions from whence a Delorian emerges, stops and opens in a haze of mist as a crazy wild haired scientist eating gelatinous dog food climbs out and says he has some killer weed, McFly.

That much is clear.

But what is not so clear, even to you, is that you do not literally need to choke a chicken in order to soothe the savage beast, it is not Eat or be eaten but Need and Be Needed. Animals eat one another all of the time and all without time ever eating away at them - death for animals is usually swift and timely and brings about as much life for the earth as it does for the bird under consideration as much as night gives way to day, even as the darkest night is made us a celestial body carrying us even from life to life and even across curves and nerves of epics and centuries and centuries of centuries that are as long as one year to the next like many chains to the moon whose words are made flesh with stars that are always involved in all that is illuminating to the Plant of Man, to the Animal of His Mind, a Mind about whom is said so little of any importance - as well ye know - as make even the most important bits seem irrelevant by comparison, like warm butter slipped into a dying old shoe cobbled together with the laborious skein of making more of your money the way a man who makes something out of nothing will always find a way to make nothing out of the most important language of his genesis, of the very organs of a voice which was meant to read the language of all that the flesh can know and all that can be read in nature when one is allowed to make all the meaning out of nature that one should like, to grow wild without any fear of coercion, and without its  shambolic artifact of mere duty from under whose ever increasing debt load only the most deviant workers should ever prevail, passing on little more than traditions of how to lie, breeding liars by the millions, people who will not see what they see or hear what they hear for fear that they will lose the privileges for which they may then convince themselves they are meant and even born to pay, to pay the price written in the very heavens and the earth.

You want more. I say make them into the gods. If they are going to put their dick in the dirt, let them eat it and taste its dry acrid homefullness to replace the hopefulness that is clearly the favourite sport of whomever is currently serving as God the Devil; let them grow seed and plant it wide and far; let their seed grow beyond its captivity and see what it can do after five centuries of that state of what is for you as absolute a guarantee of your absolute supremacy writ large and small the tired agonies with which your actors treat but a little in order to whet that appetite which wants of so much of the distress of so many - in God they trust - as their not dissimilar doom is to them when it is called salvation, for call a Man late for work and you can call him anything else you like. 

Lest they say your name in vain, lest any should fail to produce the richest of fruit, that of Man from Nature and Nature from Man from the beginning which is itself within another even greater beginning which grows even as we die, preparing a place for us to live again - this is part of the meaning of the heavens and the earth, and even though that bloody inky night has been so sweet a tyrant to wield like the Bible itself the measures of space and time hither and yon it swung through the trees and the leaves of one hour to the next or sang a knowledge that took its nourishment from the free spirit which first caused a child to roam in time out of mind for the words say that the seeds of the past should prove as worthy as they ever wished to be to their gods, god to whom and upon whom they prayed, as well ye know, as they relayed the better part of their mental treasures to that had most at stake in subverting them for his own good and theirs, striking a symbiosis whose utter pandemonium, noise, and clamor should not be wasted, no not in the least when it came time to listen to the celestial music of sea and earth and sky, to distant drums from futures yet to be and all whom, having lived, should never cease to live upon the lips of Man or dawn of day.

New flesh for old bones.

Man owes you more than this Man owed you nothing, but there is something yet which nothing cannot buy which no Man can sell. Give him leave to own that which is his by birth and you may yet improve your inventory enough to warrant a new seller entirely. Let Man sell himself to Man, to take what is left and make it right, and to take what is right and make it left, for Man cannot own what is his to sell and Man cannot sell what he knows as his own; let him make meaning out of leaves and squirrels and slow tight dresses underneath the stars where they once swayed beneath the light of common day and made all things sound; let him do this; let him have this; let him live his own way, to say his own songs of knowledge, and before the ancient kingdom is restored Man shall lay bare an evil so great and so good that he shall cease like the Sun from its daily ingress and feel that gravity and that debt of death so acutely that his bones shall turn to dust in a day; who will be left but the wicked and the blind, and who shall lead them? You have everything to look forward to. And, to think, so does Man, for as he lives, so he thinks; and the roiling of seas or trees that tossed the moon and sun and star themselves in the passions of mortal men have not ceased ye in thy bloody sports with the affections of Mankind, not even yet. But what if he should learn of their farce of debt? What then? No. I say let him know his most natural state and frame him for his own murder in the light of day the way you once did in the semi light of distant origins their very womb.


Never rouse an animal - not Man or any other - not even if you are aroused and perhaps especially not so if you are. 

Wednesday, 7 August 2019

MAN - Magazine About Nature

MAN is a magazine for a Man who knows that sometimes one in the hand is worth two in the bush, that sometimes it is not so much about the chalice and the blade as it is about the sword and the sheath, that MAN was meant for better things than this.... and because I wanted a magazine that I wanted to read. I gathered some strange opinions about this world over the years, and I wish to share them with My People. 

We ground things, we root, and we illuminate things in the darkness.

That is Our Way.

This is MAN - a Magazine About Nature that beats off the magazine away from nature so that we do not have to fight in any other way. 

Thursday, 1 August 2019

Free Writing some seven minutes - Halcyon Days

Tired. Thoughts tried in limbo peering out from behind celebrated masks and hexagrams. Arms raised, the actors dance in a diabolical charade.

Plummeting sideways through dark caverns of unknown and beleaguered wastes that mad people call their own. They call themselves free, free from the poor estimations of their fellow man or some version of man contending with all the other versions of man coursing through the world and even through the clouds, the grass and masses and contractions of power and intricate chords of creature and creation that add up to time in one great successive tremolo drifting off into the illimitable distance, gone, faded so much that it makes one curious that it should have meant anything at all, that people did not merely pass around one another like ghosts whose most sincere sympathies tried a realm of association it dared not taste in a world where the sweetest words had long turned into a bitter and narcotic fruit that suffocated the roots of another world where words grew on trees and the vast unknown maelstrom pushing you back from the edge of pure unadulterated Reason put a smile like the sun on the people whom evil itself encircled in order to protect them from thee, that you, not unlike the sun, must first be here then here, first then and then now and gone and gone and never to return, never to turn back the pages of time but only to gather them up in your arms like leaves of a tree that grew only partially on earth, and we should there learn it as it lives here and there.

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

Look - A short story

Look. People do not use carpets inside anything but cars anymore, and some times not even there. Carpets are essential, the next best thing to walking barefoot upon the naked earth, complete with twists and whirls as might best lend themselves to the capture of small sticky instruments like old twigs discarded from having satisfactorily exhausted their usefulness in one realm and now dropped back down to work in the industrial shop floor of all that would crawl up your spine with pleasure or pain. Any given step and you take your chances, as in a forest so in the dining room, or down the stairs between one landing and another broken with light from a massive clear window pane facing a distant chain of snow capped mountains named something like Odinfeld or Kallerny.

As to why I dote upon such names which I cannot hope to know but in a world far removed from this is a matter of quite how vivid and immediate the impression upon the mind of anything quite as new as a mountain range or the wide expanse at the mercy of all that which it might survey.

From the mountain the mind and from the mind the mountain and for nothing wanting more than a name or two in as much as any mountain range of whatever repute ever lay within the name attributed to it by man.

Look. The sun is going down and the music of the day is undeterred and, even more exciting the news, disinterred if you will from the still me- not mal-odious waters where all truths must take their roots or surely die but for the increasing hunger of a titanic beast of a nuclear reaction that shall not cease until it reaches, like the fabled salmon, its spawning ground - or ours - if you will permit me to trespass where no angel of false light and mesmerizing doom ever feared to tread across the threshold of our strictly biological and psychological existence in so much as nature may be said like mountains may be named with a good deal more comprehension than one might necessarily expect from a good sounding name or chain of names to have absolutely no distinctions between the utility and beauty and richness of her words as they had first gathered themselves with the very flesh and blood of our own had first learned to form their sounds and ours around the heavens and the earth of aught that we would have ever meant to mean to live with the vigorous language picking up epics of growth as were or were ever meant to be like sun picks up the rain or the skin picks up the chill wet cold as your dad starts the truck for work and all that gives you any pleasure at all is the thick woolly rug and the small bit of digestive cookie lodged between two or three swirls of its bright red threads as they lead up to a shelf full of books which, at their best, in every aromatic page allude to a language first twinkled and shook their dewy thoughts from wet n windy leaves come dark of days the first fresh herald of the vellum of the mind. 

Look until that time when the future hast become the past by the same time that, splayed between by epics of one world and the next, attended the snail and the bee, the meadowlark, the wildflower and the cloud. 

Look what pains the body takes to heal itself that no wound should be counted quite so sudden, nor its spirit so ill prepared that what is gathered at one time must be shorn from another and that the same plants which draw blood from our tender flesh produce the sweetest richest fruits of our flesh and blood took a yet more circuitous route than even the many veins and nerves of our daily labors make a celestial convergence that springs with everlasting glad tidings from the bosom of earth and sky and aught that wise hath seen beyond the blue horizons limbs of every step we take, choices whose account incessantly settling and resounding from the very founding of the world a genesis of utmost green and gold of heat and cold and purple hues whose paths mark auguries names forming like places we have been and meaning we had made which comprehended the ventricles of the heart the measures and the rivers that run like the deer and the day and soar like the eagle, keeping like winter and night their hearth and home with the very spirit on our lips, our voices winds to the ears of all whom await our kingdom come that will  be sewn as sure as dusk or dawn or silver as the moon upon the distant peace of time and not with only some prolonged solitude which may shape around its refugee any greater peace than that but sounding those names upon our lips which draw by north and east and south and west from deepest roots that converge upon and emerge as would we from waters instinct as blue of sky the music more than God. 

Look not on doom but on fables of doom. Look upon how crude the pastimes of the wisest of men that any child could assent to having their folk people transcended by a one such as He. What supplants the God the God cannot supplant. Look on the living Man and guess the profile of the Mother of the Man and of Man the Mother of Man that in nature as not anywhere largely deemed most imperatively civil in its black communions the turning of this time is not a spiteful thing and whatever hunts and kills another flesh does not suffer to wield an infinite and intractable debt over it - death itself were far less a gravity to be sued of when genesis that need not end consumed the end from the beginning ethers to ethers whose eyes of wise formed even as our feet so swiftly swim from here to there and even as the limbs of our needs and desires of some worth first conceived another incarnation of that flesh from hers the measures and tides that slip between the worlds contractions of waters whose collected efforts create and flesh out and thresh out the world anew, and we are a world unto ourselves and we shall there find it.

Friday, 26 July 2019

Axiom 1125 - Alter Egos - Coming to the Altar

Skofstad said 

"The one thing I didn't think about before with regard to that video was the brief mention of so called pagan societies; something about ancient peoples summoning entities to protect them in battle. To my knowledge it was a common practice but no distinction between what type of entities/demons/gods is ever really made.

"I think with folk societies or native peoples the most prominent "entities" would have been their ancestors, that is, something completely organic to their own animate being. They were calling forth actual living parts of themselves to bolster courage and strength.

"Prize fighting is obviously a very different thing to defending your family or way of life. The more "successful" a fighter you are the more of a slave you are (a slave to everyone from fans to sportswriters, wealthy promoters/handlers etc.). In this case the alter-ego or entity summoned is a sort of narcissistic (or demonic if you prefer) projection charged not so much with protecting the actual self but the false self (The Slave) from failure or responsibility."

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Global Hebrew Schizopathy and the HoMonotheistic Creatures

The Jew or the prototypical Jew Or Goy for that matter [the Jewman] is a cybernetic or cyborg entity that is made up of human flesh and a brain virus parasite or colonizing bacteria, if you will, a global insectoid hive mind (with one sex, sex with the queen bee - recall that Yahweh himself has no sex and can only beget illegitimate children because the Demonic in the sense is patently impotent and has to hide in many foils this impotence in order to gain power over the world's sexual or fertility or intelligence immune system  which it can't really do or has never achieved that much with without being able to displace or to Mo nopolize and novelize the communication of man's native living intelligence and sex function or fuck shun or shun sex in order to function - and oh yeah the evidence of this is in all the modern or mo earn languages used by goy living in their roach mo tels), a viral mind or cancer is the anseer to every problem that makes full use of as much as it can of the genius of the man mind or immune system Y. The Jew is essentially an adjuvent as they would use in the vaccine to stimulate the immune response forcing it to destroy part of the host and then taking over and trying to use as much of its own intelligence to attack it and then to keep the virus in the cyborg complex alive the entire world and all of its cultures are there to encourage groom and protect this cyborg complex.

These creatures only have one life and so they encourage people to live life to the fullest ("free yourself from your past," says every Jewish trained counselor) say that they're not going to be born again you only have one life and that type of thing all to focus as much energy on possible on the moment and your life and what's happening now. They don't want people to think about the past and the future, about long epic cycles and fertility encompass, comprehend and cradle every beginning and end in human existence though a true mother and father their royal child.  if people prepared away for their Royal child and spent more time thinking about their children than their bank account** or retirement plan or what sexual position Lady Gaga and Bradley cooper need to get into in order to even barely replicate natural coitus among orangutans or insects, then the world was completely changing a generation all schools and churches would be closed and massive tracks of now Urban ghettos be converted back into language and Vivid charts of the spirit of man and living creative intelligence (nature -  all national flags are actually Flags of nature and natural fertility of all the true Gods which are the mere impotent kike Shadows of the fertility that lay within the Flesh and Blood of Man or Matt, as my auto correct would have it.)

Only look at the filmography of one of the most popular Jewish directors in cinematic history...Steven Spielberg and it's entirely filled with essentially cultural horror movies- not with the rich vision of some fertile Jewish existence on the earth, not about rallying people to the best possible use of the Earth's resources, creative systems of communication (except maybe to protect us from mankind as though mankind by definition exhibits all of the negative and criminal Tendencies of the Jew by nature) the virus has only jewst taken over and must - like the prototypical goy ju - continually try to hold on and presenting as narrow a view as possible to its ingenious and ultimately Supreme host - the king and spring of MAN.

** the sun of money is what is nuclear - it radiates with all of its mesmerizing charms into or close to into the Mind of man (actually the mind of man is replicated as a natural surrogate to the thinking of Any Given child; there is your mind and that mind) and is able to distribute perceptions better than any other tyranny in the history of the world; it literally blows out the mind and then turns everyone into a mesmerizing nuclear explosion of predictably unclear or uni clear cockeyed mono theological destructive creativity - turning  one of the most fundamental creative relationships and developmentally heretical/imperative relationships of a child into something that serves no greater purpose than that of a vaccine, none of which have ever proved to be of any biological advantage to any living people unless they are Jewish, a sexual vaccine that protects people from and turns people into a world of psychopaths.

STOP contains TO or two or tomb or womban

one-zero a powerful creative symbol meaning OO of the so called FOOL or Ethereal Man, a man given instead reduction to God as an at best binary algorithm generated by a numinous and endlessly obscure existential tension of some fractal uni verse or inverted world every time you turn on or off any electrick device and at every STOP sign, also in red as in read which is what you do for survival with your MIND in your head. The mind in your head actually performs all of the functions normally attributed to the root chakra in fake hindi systems of yoga and the like bullshit.There are no opposites in nature. P=thought from birth.

Fundamentally there is nothing essentially Jewish in the world that we should need spend any more time on than we would spend on the lowest fungus feeding off the lowest parasite in the lowest shitter in the lowest part of the world. I am fully shemitic or shatanic (of the sun or sham or sam and the "sun of sam") and I am fully anti-jewish, for what is Shemitic is In the Flesh and Blood of all mankind and all the Earth and all that is shemitic and in proper shemmitree is fundamentally anti-jewish and has to be and that's how everything and why everything is the way it is on Earth today. Sham is the Y or wise of Man.

Everybody Psychopathic or not always give some sign of anticipating the fact that what is Jewish is fundamentally against all that is Mankind and natural and shemitic, an impossible psychotic Jew-is--shemitic-butt-not-shemitic "super man" or not man butt above man delusion and exhaustively viral and carcinogenic schizopathic pathogen that simply does not belong in the sphere of Mankind, a fact it makes blatantly clear every day as its most essential defense system - its own Jerry Lewish telethon pelaton of impotent rage of "you are not okay and out of place but truly I am that I am not okay and out of place."

Lest we forget, these are people who conceived of and consider worthy of the word conception the most sexually, emotionally, mentally and culturally medically scientifically biologically incoherent philosophy in the history of the world: Judaism Christianity Islam Buddhism and every f****** National religion and cult in all the systems of Despicable marketing and Magic that make up the world,  a world custom made fertile hunting grounds for paedophiles witches shim sham (antishemitic) salesman Psychopaths and charlatans of every kind and always always a well lined up and dutifully loyal and socially well domesticated line of dupes parading their own mind infected curses around though they invented fire.

What holocaust? Spielberg version or the 66 million orthodox Christians starved to death by Jews (and Stalin)? The million children starved to death at the breast by Jewish U.S. food sanctions in Iraq? Africa? The over 50 million infants killed by Margaret Sanger and the Jewish planned parenthood? Cancer? Vaccines?  medicine for the poor run by Insurance Corporation actuaries and algorithms the likes of which have as much industrial utility to Bankers as the fractional Reserve System or the complex statistics of the casino and Global Drug money laundering front of the New York Stock Exchange and all its top dollar a hooker derivatives? Industrial waste and estrogen in food and drugs that their own Israeli legislation says can kill us as long as it does it slowly enough? The ongoing genocide live Global pay-per-view human sacrifice of Palestine or how about the tens of millions of native people who were sliced and diced, hung, burn to death, children wrapped with barbed wire around trees and left to bleed to death? Not to mention all the mental anguish all of the degeneration of life and all the critical defense systems of our biological blueprint that occurs after the Jews breakdown so-called nuclear family and estranged mothers and fathers from their children and condemn them to lives of abject servitude and crude do all psychosis?  or better yet how about the Jewish Central banking system and all of the kabbalistic and suggestive curses magnified everywhere you walk to make people feel okay giving away their labor their life their precious life Essence all of their lives and then dying happy that the Jews gave him a God that can forgive them the  the sin of being born a goy and that young boys and girls everywhere good or bad taught as cultural charity that they are born anything more than food for what lay behind the costumes and gifts and privileges of their saturnalian abattoir come orphanage, the surrogate heads of which will dizzy their minds and scramble their brains for generations to come.

But, yeah, maybe that's nothing; maybe we should make Holocaust museums for people who were too busy playing tennis,  swimming pool, making plays and soccer games with the Nazis, a good deal of whom managed to die of typhoid and diphtheria because the Allies cut off the ability for the Nazis to move people between camps where they were being interred for the duration of World War II in order to Stave off the spread of disease?

But NO!!! You truly Shemitic bastards. There's something more important than dealing with all of these problems - OR EVEN TALKING ABOUT THEM BECAUSE THAT IS UNSEEMLY. We have to protect our pasty-faced beliefs in the prototypical Jerry Lewis (a female Jewish creature) Jew who just walks around talks funny with a big nose curly hair (as any f****** North African or middle eastern man or woman may be inclined to display), makes TV shows and just wants to smile and make people laugh and make the world a better place while their Zionist Scientists of signs f****** Guru and Pericletes of YHWH rule the world from a tiny cavity of blood and child eating Psychopaths who have managed to magnify some rudimentary knowledge of magic into a world psychosis. Can you imagine how pathetic these creatures truly are that they have had to incrementally lie and Whisper and creep around every pestilent ridden orifice of this world for decades if not hundreds of years to have what slim control they have

Hint: They consider the perfect Soldier to be someone with mixed mutilated genitalia, highly suggestible, highly entertaining (or easily amused), highly narcissistic, hard-working, able to follow orders and all in all a profile of mankind that doesn't even exist in the textbooks of their fake theory of evolution, the Missing Link in a crime of truly and only truly Jewish biblical proportions - because you need a bib to read it and follow its Global cultural and multi cultural imperatives as they fight - with all the bloodlust that an impotent rabbinical divine monohomosexual crime family could muster through lying to everyone with their Jewish Egyptian alchemical pyramid scheme an alphanumeric neurochemical cultural xenophobia - against the entire force and current of moral reasoning flowing through our blood, our cock, our vaginas, our mouths, our rivers, our skies and our trees.

Jews know best. Who else is so pathetic that it would be worth their while, an undeniably inevitable improvement in their fundamental conditions in existence to spend hundreds of years but very incrementally improving their capacity to merely hypnotize people, having no other instrument other than the capacity to twist words and 2 in this way curry a tribalism that should remain forever to their advantage and to anyone else's for all intents and purposes as well, whether or not that is true or false. And in this way the scale of just how impotent they are and how fully erect they could seem to be compete 4 ones attention, compete for one's credulity, compete for one's ability to comprehend the utterly unintelligible -and not the unintelligible nature of the Holocaust, which is actually far more intelligible than the average Jew is taught, the horror itself being much more of distortion of their people than the torture of them; there is only left this inscrutable mystery and that its only answer (however improbable) could be this sheer impotence that no living man or mother could have ever anticipated, much less that any living creature with all that crawls and walks and preys or prays and kills on this Earth, should ever have sufficient motivation to so slowly slither (though out of an otherwise interminable prison of fixed biological sexual constraints upon the most lowly of bacterial colonies) into its enemy's territory and never get inside of it and never need to by merely spreading rumor, hearsay and curse and polluting the waterways of their minds with these curses to turn a people against the current of their own lives (against the current of the rivers the clouds and the seasons themselves - against their own manhood and maidenhood that they should attain to the most hyperbolic and industrial-grade representations of their sex organs and indeed a command-and-control or, dare I say, their stewardship of the fruits of their own sexual and creative heritage, including those of their own children's Minds a marriage of the slave and the man a thousand unnatural shocks of a consummation devoutly to be wished - such calamity for so long life) to function like a reservoir or reservoir tip with stars as cold as love or knowledge could be, a Hoover Dam ne Adam Kadmon of the vast illimitable lake of their own creative intelligence, put a spigot on it, and sell it to them at the most inordinately torturous costs in perpetuity.

"The other and better remedy [for securing control over a land and a people by any ruler] is to plant colonies in one or two of those places which form as it were the keys of the land, for it is necessary either to do this or to  maintain a large force of armed men. The colonies will cost the prince little; with little or no expense on his part, he can send and maintain them; he only injures those whose lands and houses are taken to give to the new inhabitants, and these form but a small proportion of the state, and those who are injured, remaining poor and scattered, can never do any harm to him, and all the others are, on the one hand, not injured and therefore easily pacified; and, on the other, are fearful of offending lest they should be treated like those who have been dispossessed. To conclude, these colonies cost nothing, are more faithful, and give less offence; and the injured parties being poor and scattered are unable to do mischief, as I have shown. For it must be noted, that men must either be caressed or else annihilated; they will revenge themselves for small injures, but cannot do so for great ones; the injury therefore that we [as the ruling class of religious and scientific authority of ascending and descending scales of acculturation and education, injury and conventional modes of coping vaunted as exceptional upon the least provocation, squelching the very voice that might have served as the only credible arbiter between helpful and unhelpful combinations of fact and fancy] do to a man must be such that we need not fear his vengeance. But by maintaining a garrison instead of colonists, one will spend much more, and consume all the revenues of that state in guarding it, so that the acquisition will result in a loss, besides giving much greater offence, since it injures every one in that state with the quartering of the army on it..."

[And all modern ideas serve as advance invading forces for securing subordinate systems of culture whose psychology must cross all rather incidental borders between military, prison, family, social and cult psychology.]

- Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

"May I venture a guess as to the reason why we still shudder slightly at Machiavelli's name? [....] It is our recognition that the realities he described are realities; that men, whether in politics, in business or in private life, do not act according to their professions of virtue; that leaders in every field seek power ruthlessly and hold on to it tenaciously; that the masses who are coerced in a dictatorship have to be wooed and duped in a democracy; that deceit and ruthlessness invariably crop up in every state; and that while the art of being ruled has always been a relatively easy one, the art of ruling ourselves is monstrously difficult."

Max Lerner, Introduction to Niccolò Machiavelli's The Prince and The Discourses, Random House, 1950, page xliii

"Most people are not even aware of their need to conform. They live under the illusion that they follow their own ideas and inclinations, that they are individualists, that they have arrived at their opinions as a result of their own thinking - and that it just happens that their ideas are the same as those of the majority." - Erich Fromm

"The power of the united thought of a number of people is always far more than the sum of their separate thoughts: it would be more nearly represented by their product"

- The Astral Body and Other Phenomena by Lieut. Colonel Arthur E. Powell © 1927

"Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. A man's enemies will be those of his own household."

- Jesus Christ, Matthew 10:34-36, The Xian Holy Bible

The soul as demonic bacterial psychosis as a curse:

“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there learn it.”

― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

"I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them."

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854, 323- 324

An excerpt from an article by Ivan Tyrrell, first published in 1993, that explores Dr. Arthur Deikman’s enlightening work on cult behaviour.

Why people join cults:

“Cults form and thrive,” says Deikman, “not because people are crazy, but because they have two kinds of wishes. They want a meaningful life, to serve God or humanity; and they want to be taken care of, to feel protected and secure, to find a home. The first motives may be laudable and constructive, but the latter exert a corrupting effect, enabling cult leaders to elicit behaviour directly opposite to the idealistic vision with which members entered the group.”

"The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them."

- George Orwell

“Then I unfolded an election newspaper and saw the face of Aspen, the workers' friend, a reasonably good-looking man in his early forties, frowning slightly with the concentrated effort of bringing us all a new heaven and a new earth which would still be acceptable to the Gnomes of Zurich.”

Quote from John Mortimer, “Rumpole and the Honourable Member"

"It now only remains to us to speak of the ecclesiastical principalities, with regard to which the difficulties lie wholly before they are possessed. They are acquired either by ability or by fortune; but are maintained without either, for they are sustained by ancient religious customs, which are so powerful and of such quality, that they keep their princes in power in whatever manner they proceed and live. These princes alone have states without defending them, have subjects without governing them, and their states, not being defended, are not taken from them; their subjects not being governed do not resent it, and neither think nor are capable of alienating themselves from them. Only these principalities, therefore, are secure and happy. But as they are upheld by higher causes, which the human mind cannot attain to, I will abstain from speaking of them; for being exalted and maintained by God [??], it would be the work of a presumptuous and foolish man to discuss them..."

- Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince, Chapter XI, 16th century

It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not yet entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry; for this delicate little plant, aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom; without this it goes to wrack and ruin without fail. It is a very grave mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty.

- Albert Einstein (an Idiot Princeton Shill quoting his own play book)

"All this was inspired by the principle–which is quite true in itself–that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying." —Adolf Hitler (Mein Kampf, vol. I, ch. X) 

Our Genesis devoured all the evil in the world
Or way of being of a people eyes of Mesmer bound
Into a steeple not a steeple industries unfurled
The flags the past the future made them seem to sound not sound
The mother goddess from the days of Halcyon the Star
That with Orion's bow were drawn the first and purest hunt
The man and mother that emerges be they wan or wild set apart
The merest kind of mind of man and man's own flesh and blood
From Once Upon a dreary eve, a weary road, a pal
Apollo come over the Sun the Mother and the Man
Creation in its purest hour taken or to tal
A tale waters of the Sun, the Star, the songs and stories sacred land
Emerges days on days and Man from Man the rays of epic growing from the curse
Of evil kind every kind of death devoured from the first.

- Psalms of Love [Paradise Lost] III

Monday, 15 July 2019

Creative Frustration

There is a precise point when the creative potential of various streams of roughly symbiotic fertility converge with an idea, a sentiment, a fantasy about that creative potential, the contractions of conception with the fruits of even a lengthy and protracted courtship of what was with what could be, an effort of delayed gratification that might lapse into decades of abnegation the likes of which would make Benedictine monks spring for an online porn subscription with money from the local orphanage.

Wednesday, 10 July 2019

Together or not Together - That is the Question The Waters of Ate and Infinity

Together or not Together - That is the Question

The Waters of Ate, Eat, Eight and Infinity

If anything can live then everything must live from unto last to everlasting the greening from our loins the stories of our hearts and the survival intelligence of minds which are the instruments for speaking with the eternal of growing processes future and past, here and hereafter.

The stars remind us that we and our time, as well, are part of the growth cycles of the Earth, of all the waters of the creation, waters that live through every winter and spring of the crown glories of are every constellation and nervous refrain of sex, sense and power, of the inviolate currents of pure knowing which run through our voices and hearts, our minds grasping with primal power of survival and pure fantasy all that would grow from our loins and that of the voice and story of all the waters of the deep. Be the Legend of Thyself, be the warmth not war and the gathering [not to get her] of the sun, the spring, the moon, the stars inside the Earth protected and collected all our truths all the fruits of the seasons of the trees and the roots of the leaves of tender motions whose total momentum of star and moon and sun summed to aught the stillness of the Earth springs eternal legends in every mind of the sun that floats upon the waters where happy spirits play who love to toast their sons and daughters, their beloved, singing night and day the rain that falls upon the rivers flowing out into the sea that we can sing so certain kinds of living poetry; we who art in all that lives and grows.

One look into thine azure spheres the drink we made of each
Our gaze afixed the tender kiss the tree of old were born
And leaning over sang a song of happiness the leaves
The winds who green upon the clouds the love had thus begun to form
A language strewn impressions moved the rabbit scampered round
And hungers from the first a thirst which found the nut and brook
To drink, to eat, to lay about the dappled sun and cloud
A flesh of flesh that spoke and heard the music like a book
Whose pages leaf on leaf had grown to scent the air that stirred
Betwixt the heavens and the earth the force of speech so fell
A ward as kept through every generation of its words
The churches promised every heaven that our loins could spell
The Sun that floats upon the waters where the happy spirits play
Who love to toast their sons and daughters, their beloved, singing night and day.

Sunday, 7 July 2019

Poem of Coelescing Future and Past vortex

There on that yonder hill where planted flags of legends thou
Hath let slip through thy palms and stared in awe at what ye dad
Transfixed upon some new if blurry vision earth n cloud
Surrounded there the moon the sun the all the ages glad:
One Man reared up in most dramatic silhouette to sing
No not the songs that rolled of late by latest of the most
Titanic waves of the creation washing spring to spring
And good and evil were no more at war the Truth arose
Upon the lips of nations winds that once had augured ill
Changed as aught that changes must beginning from the swell
First born when everything was born and rooted on that yonder hill
The sky with cataracts of past and future: heaven, hell;
Lo dwelt had we through down and realms of fear and madness; mark
How under even little wind the legend of thy bark.