Thursday, 14 December 2017

True Riches - A Living School

Never forget the richness in and of Thy Voice, the Voice of Thine whole as holy flesh and blood ancestral intelligence and celestial biology.

For it is only with this Richness that one can ever be free.

For it is only with this Richness that one can have any control - such as it is - over one's whole life.

For it is only with this Richness that one can have all one's time to oneself.

For it is only with this Richness - and with the Richness of our most honest flesh and blood Stories - that we can truly think or even conceive of our children or reconstitute Their Rightful and Prideful Home.

A Man and Woman make their Home sound and, by the action of their Will, of their Force of Thought, of their Sexual Biology and whole manner of being, cause that Home to remain in Order for their Children. This is the only way that their children will remember their names or their souls as anything more than a Cautionary Tale from the lurid pages of History, the Record of our Loss to the greatest Predator on Earth next to the Earth itself - Man - a Record in our own flesh and blood by successive births and epics of transformation and death [ of Growth ] injure or restored by its coherence with how we actually live and think, which are isomorphic brain functions of truly celestial and seasonal proportions spells out by immersion in all the elements and epics of our whole flesh and blood ancestral intelligence an celestial biology and that of the waters of our own Mother's womb.

In a cybernetic society, our Labour is used for and animates the Military representation of what amounts to the Labia of our Mother, the last thing we see or an entire Language that connects to a Time when we had no control over our lives or only as much as our Mother and Father had over their own lives and homes [or Labour]. Just so the Metaphysics of the celestial Sexual Psychology or Celestial Biology of Man is muddied and glutted with ways to prey upon a state of mind reverted back to that of the conditions of a Mother's womb, Plato's Allegory of the Cave on steroids. [Note: It is amazing to me that, in clinical study over twenty-five years, Narcissistic Psychopathy never likes references to any lasting value to pre- or post-natal relationship to the very Mother whose whole biology and control we shared as though our own over the course of the most fundamental development of our brain stem. This is why children are delivered by the Military Establishment and quickly taken away from their Mother even at the Wedding Altar, even at the birth of our own Mother and Father Heathen and Divine. Thy labour is thy language.

Therefore, we have to Work to make the Time and have that Control with which richness of Voice and Story and Thought we would not have to Work - such as it is - in the first place.

People who labour, even though they are heavily coerced to do so, cannot have any control over their time, mind or life and yet they hope, futility, to gain such control, otherwise they would not bother to Work at all if by Work we mean to say State Organized Labour and Racketeering where parishioners are encouraged to pay for their flesh and blood birth and industry, their whole Labour in order to be free, something that so curtails the mental function as to make this seem reasonable on pain of social exile of a child.

This type of Labour is a Military Religion and way of life that greatly impedes the thought of Man. It keeps Man's mind working with markers that maintain where his culture never does a liberal association with brain functions from when we were in a womb and had no control over our lives but that which a Mother or Government "of the people and for the people" gave to us in a world where feminists think that their freedom is based in their ability to murder their unborn children with impunity.

[Over twenty million children have been killed with organized abortion.]

By all the evidence of all the Voices of the Earth, this is not a Good Idea.

The world is at least as psychological as biological in its bearing, danger and function.

Human beings are the only species capable of ignoring their Predator or getting their Prey to ignore them by silencing their Voice.

And human beings are the only Predatory Animal who prefers the Hunt of one another instead of availing ourselves of the bounty of our own Freedom of Will, from whose table and tree of heaven and earth we may drink hungrily as any newborn child, Man or Woman on Earth.

To blunt this taste is clearly one of the main objectives of the Military.

It is certainly among its greatest successes.








An Animal of Celestial Biology at War


Man is an Animal of Celestial Biology.

Imagine a war destroys your entire way of life and knowledge.

How long would it take to restore your society?

Man lost his home world not just hundreds but thousands and maybe even tens of thousands of years ago.

The formation of the idea of the Jew, like the formation of the illegal State of Israel, was an Act of War.

I care less about the Jew per se than I do about this War.

America and the American was formed, likewise, for and by an Act of War.

So was Canada and the Canadian.

These are totally illegitimate corporations by Person and State.

But they have gained a kind of legitimacy over the years.

I do not expect to have a ready answer for this war, but I would like people to appreciate the advantages of actually being as brave, educated, spiritual or hard working, as dedicated to family and peace as they have been trained to say they are by paying for their Labour - by paying attention to their whole environment, to their whole mind.













Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Repression - Fruit of the Tree of Good and Evil



"To repress or not to repress; that is the question."





We most suffer where we most suffer and most enjoy where we most enjoy our own pathological Repression and its every system of Government, War and Institutional Living.

My life has always become most difficult where I least listened to my own Anxiety, so accustomed was I and my brain to Repressing it and my own Voice, the Voice of my whole flesh and blood, regardless of whether or not it agreed or agrees with anyone.

For certain and without doubt that in a world whose success is most definitely not dependent upon and usually most hostile to our own well being and that of our children, growth from betraying the Repression we Enjoy for the Repression we most Suffer from will not agree with anyone.

I have also most benefited from listening to and making a space for my Anxiety and for all my Greatest Suffering in life, all of which exists, whether we like it or not, as understandable as our if qualified Repression of it - to be fair - in as much as Doctors have to train their whole mind upon the most morbid aspects of human life if they wish to Grow, suffer though their Medicine or Big Smoke must from its utter compatibility with and even Obedience to our own Institutional and Martial Repression and its exhaustion for profit of leaking Repression or Aggressive lapses in consistent comprehension and empathy. 

People under threat to them will cover they sexual organs on instinct.

That instinct should extend to and from our native flesh and blood celestial biology [that of family and body, word and birth], an function of life that is directly Threatened where it is most Protected, on however conflicting social as biological reflext, by Mass Repression and all of its systems of Government and Institutional living and thinking that colours all of our lives like Africa colours an Afrikan or the illimitable reaches of darkness its brightest candles of heaven or of hell, knowledge or war.





Called by some a great reprieve long last the end of school
Or church the words of Bank or Tank or Sacrifice supreme
Among the forces of Man's organs voices of the womb
No Moon or Sun or Star Man's Flesh and Blood shall ever come between

To be or not to be; repress or not the very cup
Of life and of the wild of the whole environment of Man
Who art together with the question of himself and of
His place in Mother Nature just as Holy as his Land
And thus his grip upon the lips of all that speaks his flesh
And blood the voice of one's celestial biology, one's birth
Innumerable letters causes and effects reports
Compatible or not with Gods of Heaven and the Earth
So many generations of whose Government or Mind
Were stipulated less by questions of the World's contempt than thine.



 









Gender by Prager U


Gender Identity: Why All the Confusion?

https://youtu.be/yAAlFya89aw



https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=969510953214857&id=127225910653607



Nationally recognized pediatrician, Dr Michelle Cretella, dropped a jolting dose of reality to Cultural Marxists who believe in the bad science of transgenderism.

She blasted the growing trend of encouraging children to believe they are transgender, and then prescribing hormone blockers to prevent them from developing.

During a forum on transgenderism hosted by the Heritage Foundation at which Dr. Michelle Cretella directly stated that it is child abuse to facilitate gender confusion in children by helping them “transition” to the opposite sex.

“Chemical castration is what you’re doing when you put any biologically normal child on puberty blockers,” said Cretella, the president of the American College of Pediatricians. “It’s treating puberty like a disease, arresting a normal process which is critical to normal development.”

The doctor’s truth crusade did not stop there. “Sterilization is not good for kids,” she flatly stated. “Prepping them for what will likely result in a case in girls of a double mastectomy at 16 is not how you treat depression or anxiety.”

She added that she speaks from a great deal of personal experience in “treating teenagers with depression, anxiety, even suicidal depression.”





https://www.facebook.com/CultureGuard/posts/1629995303715800


CBC caves to the lunatics! Demand that CBC air this informative documentary about the Gender Identity Insanity and the attack on respected professional like Dr. Ken Zucker. Beat the CBC door down if need be!! Click and comment. Demand the airing of this documentary!!

This is what CBC posted:

"CBC Docs NOTE: In light of our own further review of the doc, coupled with the audience reaction we're seeing today, we have decided not to air Transgender Kids: Who Knows Best tonight. We think there are other docs that better offer insight into the realities of the transgender community and we look forward to airing those in the future."




Rayn responded:


Gotta give the Quiddich Cup to the crazy-ass bastards who think that nudging their fledgling children into the most at-risk demographic for suicide in the history of the world is an act of virtue that deserves the same protection as the original Bible from the evil ignorance of its target audience. Bravo!













Tuesday, 12 December 2017

A Magical Life


School or Government may have good and even vital components. But they are, today, overall, a very Bad Idea. They are not, overall, a Good  Idea. God Himself would not say,"And He saw that it was Good." Just because our kids seem to take to it does not necessarily mean it is good.

Our children are not just a resource to be bent into the correct shape and with the "right" attitudes and, as often as not, rewarding and unrewarding compulsions.

Our children, if I may be so bold as to lend them my voice, are an entire current of life.

To ignore that or to dishonour that in any way is to invite our own untimely suffering.

Conversely, to respect and honour That in Ourselves is to invite the very Magic of Life and the Courage to Listen to It. 

Be Braves my Brothers and Sisters.

Be Bold in all that you aspire to do.

Find something Amazing about Yourself and never let it go.

And burn all such Valuable Platitudes on the Altar of Satan, of you are anyone of Note, you have much more important things to do than to listen to little old me.

Who am I?

And when the whole congregation of duty-bound slaves say, as One, "Fuck if I know and pass the ammunition," I am struck as proud as a new Father who loves his little baby boy or girl with all the vigor of the Sun and the all the Beauty of Yesterday. 

But I digress. I have not shit properly for nearly an entire cycle of night and day. My scat interpretation seminar at Quiggley Down Under University is serving me well, however, and I am just finalizing my dissertation on the adverse effects of protracted unemployment and ready access to the luxury of having all the time in the world to lament one's birth and to resuscitate one's native flesh and blood celestial biology and ancestral intelligence with the interdisciplinary study and practice of living creative intelligence and human heritage, or Witch Craft for short (what has roughly been compared, by narcissistic psychopaths who know what they are talking about, to the actual products of the function of biological elimination), but that throws people into a veritable dizzy, like a porn star in a convent, so virginal and pure is the modern mind, soiled though it may be, stained, if you will, with the thrill of the hunt and hunger for forbidden knowledge like that of the whole nourishment of a Mother their Child - and not a Child who necessarily liked - if he, as a divine being, may be so bold as to retain any Voice in the matter - being fawned over by a sexually-malformed  and rather war-leaning symbol and story - smuggled like a divine rufi into all branches of what is left of our Family Tree of Life - a story of Man's perpetual torture that just makes living bearable enough to go to work.

But good luck with that and "Thanks for all the fish."

Sorry to Douglas Adams.

I can only imagine the scourge that must necessarily come across anyone with so little imagination as to confine his most liberal use of the Knowledge of Man to a transaction not unlike that of a thief in a Garden caught red-handed before he was even born, paying for his freedom with so much freedom that his freedom, such as it is or only just could be without enough fury and determination to storm the beachead of Peace, Love and Rising Costs of letting ourselves be robbed of our own young and mother tongue, such freedom rather more subtracts from our freedom than adds to it, if we would be sober as a nun or mentally defective as all children today are treated as though they are or must be to be born to such domesticated mothers and fathers whose Debt of Sin and Sin of Debt has rather outpaced their control over anything but how much cream they put in their coffee.

For shame. 



Talking to a "Witch" - slash - Jewish simpathizer and "Energy Healer...."


Ms. Blake Do you have any energy healing advice or witch's wisdom for a young healthy boy who was recently genitally mutilated by his Jewish parents? @deborahblake


 deborahblake‏ @deborahblake

Replying to @RaynGryphon

"All you can do is send love."


Rayn Gryphon‏

I put that shit on everything. It is like my dad always said, "Yahweh knows best."
 






Debt were wielded as a weapon, poison as a cure
And love or knowledge quite as inhospitable as War
The greatest Wild Holy Kingdom of the Mind the first
Estate of Man the Mother and the Mind of Man before
The doors were opened to the church, the school, the bank, the tow'r
Where the people go to knit their bones together when
They hurt themselves or ne'er deal with themselves at all the pow'r
Of the doctors and the teachers, soldiers, healers men
And women labour all their lives a pittance of the rich
All-living currents robbed for God and Country king and queen
Whom peasants try to emulate religions try to pitch
As nothing like it was before the war of love and peace
Upon the double cross of Man the Mother and the Mind
The tips and winds of tongues that passed their Holy Blood onto a Child.






Called by some a great reprieve long last the end of school
Or church the words of Bank or Tank or Sacrifice supreme
Among the forces of Man's organs voices of the womb
No Moon or Sun or Star Man's Flesh and Blood shall ever come between








Monday, 11 December 2017

Axiom 1097 - Communications Mytho-Technology


All communications technology has a commensurate communications [religious] mythology and all religious mythology also serves as a perfectly functional communications technology; whether this technology or mythology retains a telling dearth or treasure trove of deference to the animation of by our whole flesh and blood is another story or, by turns, the most important Story there is, and all the more so if any communications technology or mythology insufficiently immortalizes that of the voice of our whole flesh and blood memory, voice and language, a conventional imperative of a cybernetic-industrial society [or Warfare].






Care proceeded like a stream out of an alpine fjord
The blossom of impenetrable lands of havoc, doom
Whose fortune bloomed in Man's misfortune like the xian Lord
A love that ripped our very children from their mother's womb
The armies of progressive evolution torture by divine
Decree that taught the bended knee to eat the sacrament
The flesh and blood of children gave the blood the holy wine
That ripened on the Tree of War and torture's covenant
A rainbow of Man's genitalia splayed upon a spike
Symbolic organs marshaled all the Labour all the Slaves
Whose voices chanted all the chorus of the Xian or the Kyke
Delivered by the God who robbed their parents of their names
Who drew the sword of all the Lord and Fortune from the flesh
And blood of such a holy throne of growth whose gods were dead.









Breath like Life in Death a Day as Pregnant as before
With all the seeds and fruits and leaves and stories speaking all at once
Upon a time that spanned a language Death and Being Born
As intimately rich with Life all through this Nature runs
From we began to call each other Mother, Father, Child
Through successive generations speaking blood and bone
Immersed from first inside the substance of itself so wild
Vigor as reports our voices organs, stories from of old
As animated as the gods and seraphim the search
That knowledge and that love that language on the very tip
Of all our tongues of Sun and Moon and Star, of Heaven and the Earth
The orgy of our sex and spirit season, stream and wind
A home as rugged and as warm a forest from so long
Ago a depth of flesh and blood and bone the whole of Once upon.

 












Sunday, 10 December 2017

Heaven and Hell



There is a twinkle in the eye, a heaven in our midst
When first we contemplate the whole conception of a Child
Once upon the Body As the Years Pass By the lips
And winds and forces all the stories tortured as the Wild
Acrimony of that Labour and that Language lost
To any hunger but the hunger for the torture of
The Language of the Knowledge that hath nary had a cost
So high as to demand the torture of our flesh and blood
Restorative as we would breathe the language of Growth,
Growth-oriented death and sleep infernal deeps of Spring
Of all the language of the Animal of Man the Home
A Child every scintillating root of whom would bring
The Knowledge of the Kings of old stole under the Power Wars
Which tortured for so long the organs of conception that
The hunger of a Child blunted inundated forms
Of knowledge of the Heavens and the Earth that tortured Man's
Whole flesh and blood its sons and daughters forced out of their mind's
Capacity as vascular regeneration as these Wilds.



















Saturday, 9 December 2017

Repression is King

 
Repression is a real thing.

It is so real, in fact, that it has rarely failed to intervene - first a little then a lot - in and even prevent my ready acquaintance with just about every single human animal whom I have ever encountered, either upon short or long association, all of whom think they are mentally healthier than I am, not to distinguish them very much from any psychopath whom I have ever known - and I have known a lot. Hence the quality of my research and my alarming deference to reason, observation and experience.

People tend to associate with other people according to the roles they play for one or more people in particular and for society in general.

If you know a police officer, then rarely does one forget that they are a police officer; the same goes for an actor or a banker, a madam or a garbage collector.

What I have found over many years of research - which is all I can do, passively, when people routinely collapse or have a seizure in the mind when tasked with the challenge of demonstrating an interest in someone whose role, toward them, is undefined or even need be - is that almost ALL human animals will lapse into repression - a kind of global seizure of anxiety or not - when faced with the challenge of interacting with someone whose role in their particular life or society as a whole is undefined or when, in particular, it threatens to go beyond that of validating their particular concept of themselves and their role in society.

This is learned or cultivated like wheat or cow manure at a young age. And because it is learned or cultivated at a young age by any household from the most to the least pleasant institutionalization of Man, it enjoys the better part of the brain's or the State's instruments of regulation of communication, reason and perception; it does so with holy impunity.

Believe it or not, what I have discovered is that, whether a police officer or a father, these roles are not well rooted in the human brains who carry them out; they are an Act, an Act of Parliament or Congress, of Church or Science or Hollywood that primarily means to follow the General order of Warfare to blight the roots of Man's mind as early and as completely as possible, to silence the Voice of Man. And the people who do this are Criminals. They are also our brothers and sisters the world over. So accountability is problematic. So people hate their leaders instead of their parents, their children instead of themselves. Smile. Because you just read about All History summed up in a single paragraph and you didn't even have to leave the comfort of your chair; but to make use of it you will have to leave the comfort of your conditioning; in deference to which you will feel very uncomfortable indeed and likely reverse accountability onto me or my "role," as you see it, in what you call your "society," your "hard work" and your "family values" hard won, are they not, from one kind of institutionalized living, talking, fucking and loving or another. If this were a zoo you would be given a reward of food. It is called a SUPER market. Go get it yourself, because you are the highest primate and can be taught to forage for your own food in special institutions for that purpose, all part of your "freedom." You think this is mean or uncharitable, but no more than your "society," which by all its laws and languages supreme thinks of you as nothing more than a PEST, whatever else you like to go on about the nobility of your fellow man while you follow the orders of the most successful Professional serial killers [and their "citizens" compliant or defiant] in human history and actually feel safe, successful and secure. It is not a wonder that penile dysfunction is the number one health issue of all armed and labour forces in the world; it is a wonder that any real man can get it up at all, much less find a willing receptacle for the seminal fluid and Holy Word of several thousand years of continual slaughter of the mind and all of its wild and natural bonds of flesh and blood, story and knowledge.

Take the retired chronically single overweight woman - the "cheery one" - who laps up months of my attention toward her growing and quite elaborate portfolio of sketches and illustrations of the local environment who, when confronted, after years, with the demand of paying some little attention to my own craft - suddenly gets flustered, runs out of time and has someone she must go to see immediately, Daddy.

Her father was abusive, distant. A soldier not a man.

She only wants to perform for him.

She has repressed everything else because, like my own work, it plays no useful role for her except to shut down every part of her brain that might labour under the illusion that the most soul-collapsing experiences of our society remained even nearly informative as to the health of that society as a whole and that person in particular. Abuse only informs, feeds or loves Roles. It never allows the human mind to grow.

Now multiply this same dynamic by every single acquaintance whom I have ever met in the local area where I live - and this over ten years. Multiply it by billions of soldiers.

I have a "friend" from college. I have dutifully followed her life abroad for many years - almost twenty years. When I am able to provoke her to write to me she has no trouble telling me about the various woes and ambitions of her life. In twenty years she has never once inquired about my life. The same goes for a half dozen other female and male friends whom I am thinking about right now.

These are not real friends, of course.

They are Actors, pretending to be friends with people.

The fact is that they are No More Friends with anyone else in their whole life than they are with me. The roles may change. The repression is the same.

And what this repression indicates is a catastrophic developmental arrest of the fundamental capacity to form relationships, for communication [which requires knowledge of or interest in the object of that communication, the lack of which I have supplied by "friends" for my adult life, if for no other reason than to acquire a working database of human pathology, which one must do in order to understand society outside of institutionalized learning and talking], for empathy and, by and large, for the entire we could say Animal project of getting to know one's whole environment.

Repression is King. 

And you have to dethrone the King if you wish to Know the Kingdom.

I have written over fifty large books.

For several years I have been writing an epic work of poetry based on over twenty years of research.

My closest friends do not know this or ask.

If I were "famous" they would be anxious to tell everybody, because then, of course, it would do them credit to do so; it would enhance their role or stature in the community. There are probably many well known artists who have occasion to reflect upon how many people whom they know really care about them - or CAN - and would be right to assume that that number is zilch.

Remember, they CANNOT.

Remember, this is conditioned into the brain stem.

People cannot help it. It might as well be shell shock.

In a war, people are only as important as the roles they play.

Everyone has to have a General around whom they rally. They might flatter themselves that they are a kind of General unto themselves, but they only pretend this in order to console themselves when the General - like the owner of a dog - is away or his or her orbit has taken them upon a more eccentric course away from their immediate advantage.

A new American President was recently elected.

Leaving aside the fact that elections are a farce, people have lapsed, as a group of hundreds of millions of people, into some little hatred of their new leader; this gives them power and stature in their community. For to hate Mr. Trump is to be Someone.

Love does not last. But Hate like that is forever.

And most of these people probably think that Love is the most important part of their lives, because this is what society and their own mental, sexual and emotional Repression dictates as much as any bat to the brain stem of an infant ever could. 

I myself get very lazy about talking to other people because I am so rarely afforded the opportunity to reflect upon the nature of my personal relationship and that of my whole family with my social and physical surroundings. What I find is that nobody speaks that language, not even and often especially even with years of advanced education and travel to foreign countries whose ever widening list never seems to include the country of their own cerebral cortex or any of its itinerant slaves and State regents, all of whom speak the same language, the language of the predator-victim, the slave-king, the master gland of Repression.

The language of society is the language of repression.

Repression has a History.

Repression is a Technology.

Repression is a Banking system.

Repression is a story, a language, a way of knowing, a way of loving your own children.

Repression is the effect of war, the primary effect and instrument of war.

It cauterizes the roots of the mind and sends it into an eccentric development that is not development that comes to loom as it will - as though the most exceptional development - over anyone whom it can gain any psychological advantage over. And it does this without even thinking.

If you listen to your fellow Man, you will hear many voices talking about their longing for something better; you will hear them making due with their lot in life and imagining themselves to be loved and lovable.

They are not.

You are not.

And certainly I am not.

This may sound like a dire proclamation, but it is no more dire than that of every day of our lives and every language of our technological society.

In fact, this might be the most God-like message through time and space in all the world - that you are not loved.

And so you better be smart or talented or pretty or a hard worker.

Please allow me to interject at this point the fact that this is entirely barbaric. But, then, when you hear about human history, did you ever get the impression that it was as prosaic as a child's brain might like?

Of course not. We labour under the manifold delusion that history confers advantages upon us. In fact, it never has; it confers advantages of Biblical orders upon organized warfare that speaks the language of Precision even when it is most imprecise, a sword in place of that of your Animal Voice as Man. I will give you that, because I know that your own parents did not give you that; you were abused as badly as anyone.

And this is humiliating.

It is abject.

Shocking.

It leaves one with nothing to say and nothing to do, with no useful grip upon knowledge or power or beauty - or love.

This is where I begin my every meditation on life and by so doing dispense with every kind of science and religion on Earth, all of which have equal utility to me or to Man and none of which function according to any mechanism but that of Repression.

The twin gods of the modern world are Stress and Repression.

And you have to pay tribute to these gods - usually by sacrificing your children and yourself to them - if you want anything at all from society. And you will not get anything even then. What you will get is a role to play that might afford you the never secure power to delude others into thinking that you are somebody who than think and feel in normal ways, in ways that are sufficiently interested - and can show it to a three year old - in your whole environment and that of your whole flesh and blood.

But that is taken from white people and red people, from black people and brown people, from yellow people and from little people all over the world. Anything that does not help to do that more efficiently is either illegal or uninteresting to people of any education or bearing on Earth.

But do not take my word for it.

See for yourself...  if you have the courage.

If not, don't tell me or my children about Knowledge or Freedom or Love. Those words are quite beyond your grasp and, if you have your way, along with multiplicative orders of mass human narcissistic psychopathy, will forever remain the province of Generals who would think nothing of torturing your child even better than you do with a smile on your face.

Repression works. 

Society is sick. Which is to say that the organs and instruments - which double as our organs - of communication are sick and have long suffered to be diverted, perverted and converted to instruments of war.

Do your best.

Because anyone who says they know what to do about it is broadcasting the beacon of light shared by all Religion and Science: "We know shit and only want to hurt you but we call this love and progress for kicks." 

However, Repression is not entirely successful.

It leaks.

And when it leaks out of the brain stem it leaks out as aggression in its myriad forms, not the least being the vapid insinuation of Church, Science and the State into the daily affair of our own flesh and blood congress.

Religion, Spirituality and Science deform the brain of a child and constitute the Genesis of Repression and Aggression that as well as chokes the child's voice out of all non-coerced options in life and society, so much so that these choices feel like her or his own kind of soldiering. 

For thousands of years, this is how we have made war.

Do you wish to arrest this process?

Are you a good person?

Do you care about your children?

Do you care that soldiers old and young will regale us with how bad a President is and yet know nothing, nor wish to, about human psychology, history or organized warfare?

Did you know that it is more positive to be positive than to admit any signs of cultural distress into your most beloved systems of organized repression of multiplicative orders of neuro-narcotic-hypnosis and torture who neurochemical response you are addicted to through a process better understood than the atom or an engine in one of our automobiles?

We killed over one billion non-combatants in the twentieth century, and our children think that, like the torture of God's Holy Son, this was entirely necessary and in so learning learn to play the role of the most abject victim and the most merciless God Gland that "loves man."

Do you want to find your child on Google Maps?

Then look no further than amidst the rubble and debris of tens of thousands of years of developing barbarism so sophisticated that only the doctors of war are qualified to listen to the screams of your children- and then, only to silence them more effectively.

A prominent Psychiatrist once told me that the whole purpose of psychiatric medicine and medicine as a whole was to cajole children to work, mate and remain repressed or depressed for the rest of their lives.

I would like to think of my Ancestors as brave and astute people.

But I do not see any evidence of their existence, except in my own flesh and blood. And so I raise my voice to high heaven and shake its very foundations with the lightening of my mind.

Nobody hears.

Nobody sees.

Wars come and go and come again.

Human genitalia are so poorly represented by what remains of the firmament of man's native celestial biology that the Head of a Grand Penis intervenes in all of the most critical financial and even sexual transactions of the entire world.

Now you know the name of your God, Repression.

I dare you to defy Him. 






"gender is determined by xx or xy chromosones, ie science and your anatomy between your legs. LIBERALS are damaging the brains of our children with their ideology.  The liberals need to be  put into an insane asylum."

Eric Jilinski, Facebook

Also, this indication is as strong a plea for the resuscitation of a celestial biology that is married to an anatomically-accurate sexual philosophy or even theology, because what we currently suffer from is a piss poor corruption of both. Sex may not be all in our heads but sex is in our heads as well, in an adequate reflection of whole sexual development - meaning safety for a child's brain from conception - in a celestial philosophy where the voice of a child is actually included.

We biologically and socially pass on all the failure and successes and all the flesh and blood impressions thereof. 









"Yes (trans children) they need to take these kids to psychiatrist."




PAUL DIRKS ON GAY AND TRANSGENDER RESEARCH

https://youtu.be/AefpuKmMs-Y



Unfortunately, that is the last place you want to put a child whose respect one wishes to preserve.

The fact is that man has as a whole been presenting sterility and its attendant abnormal repression and aggression for as long as we have had organized warfare and its institutes of medicine and education.

If you want to make sweeping prescriptions for social problems, you have to assess the full extent of the problem, a basic human function roundly demented by all education since before the first world war. The pharmaceutical industry sprang out of both world wars and constitutes a Fourth Reich and a medical degree.

For as long as Jesus the Harry Potter of institutional repression has been controlling all representative sex organs (along with Jung and Freud, who were military researchers), people have lost full sexual function, including the ability to conceive a child and protect them from unnecessary stress.

All religion (Militarized cultural genocide) is a shining beacon of catastrophic parental failure that has been throwing our own young under the power of organized pedophilia for centuries.

A real Man, a real mother and father make their whole house sound and by the force and organ of their will, their mind and their sex cause that House to remain in order.

If you have done that, please share.













Friday, 8 December 2017

The World




Anything that has or can have Precision is the main mission of all organized warfare, of the whole extent of the Military, of Religion and Science.. If it is not precise in one way, it will invariably be precise in another way. The God of God.

"Any sufficiently advanced religion is indistinguishable from technological warfare of Biblical proportions."

- Rayn's First Law of Magic









The time is come when time is stopped and aught of life at play.

 





Is this world how it is supposed to be? Is this world as the world presents itself to us?

Is this world as good as it could be or even should be?

If not, how bad is it really?

What would make it better?

Can it ever get better, medically and technically speaking, if we are generally more prone than not to ignore to just what extent the word fails to protect our infant minds from those who are most confident in their ability to protect us in a world as bad as it is and a world so bad, in fact, that one cannot simultaneously speak of or assert anything good about society without ignoring, as a rule, just how bad it really is?

The world makes huge impressions upon our whole flesh and blood.

Our cells, organs and sex organs pass this along as seeds of future behaviour, seeds as critical as our own genetic seed. We pass this on through family and through the world as a whole.

This is a whole world system, one whose accurate description also serves as its definition or that of a cybernetic-industrial society or, as you probably know it, The World.



"gender is determined by xx or xy chromosones, ie science and your anatomy between your legs. LIBERALS are damaging the brains of our children with their ideology.  The liberals need to be  put into an insane asylum."

Eric Jilinski, Facebook




Also, this indication is as strong a plea for the resuscitation of a celestial biology that is married to an anatomically-accurate sexual philosophy or even theology, because what we currently suffer from is a piss poor corruption of both. Sex may not be all in our heads but sex is in our heads as well, in an adequate reflection of whole sexual development - meaning safety for a child's brain from conception - in a celestial philosophy where the voice of a child is actually included.

We biologically and socially pass on all the failure and successes and all the flesh and blood impressions thereof.











Getting out of War and Work - A Living School





Anything that has or can have Precision is the main mission of all organized warfare, of the whole extent of the Military, of Religion and Science. If it is not precise in one way, it will invariably be precise in another way. The God of God.

"Any sufficiently advanced religion is indistinguishable from technological warfare of Biblical proportions." 

- Rayn's First Law of Magic
 






There is a bliss that lives in nature speaking every tongue
Of voice and story should be heard by any to whom people pray
For all the safety of a child such a nature's son
Or daughter from whom they will hide or with whom they will play
These quiet places in a forest stories all our lives
Supernal nerves of Mother EArth the Happiness we crave
An language is sufficient Answer to the very Minds
Who first or most encompassed all that lives beyond the grave
Or, nearer still, the isolation from one's fellow Man
Oblivion and shades of Once upon a time now lost
Transfigured by ten million vipers smiles slink over the land
Enveloping with War to no more left than Pentacost
Descends upon the world voices unknown to us, unheard
As we ourselves spoke nothing like the words of Man's success
At deconstructing every ounce of flesh and blood and birth
Returning every year and yet its human voices dead
Commended to the labour of a maniac who stills
His voice and that of all his children even though it kills.