The Rights of Man
"There's only one word for all of this - INSANE! It is sick to see the agenda that global governments and activists are pushing. Destroying nations from the inside."
"Agreed, we must become more visible in claiming, protecting and restoring our rights as parents."
Rights. What a loaded word. Any discussion of rights must begin with a discussion of the stress load of families who often retain the ability to sexually reproduce but not to provide a home that can successfully advance the needs of their own flesh and blood, so many liens - of a kind - are routinely placed upon the products of our unions with nary a complaint about conventions which are very successful at stifling the voice of a child, as Aldous Huxley himself pointed out, a man very prominent in higher ranks of social engineering.
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The only victor of any war is War. Subsequently, war is the only way that anybody even thinks or feels they win their freedom.
Unless, of course, one listens to the voices of one's own and one's whole flesh and blood, that which is all the more vocal and vital to any restoration of brain function worthy of the name [or of bearing a child and fulfilling the whole purpose and root of the sexual function in our whole celestial and ancestral biology and psychology by adequately preserving the language of our birth] precisely where War most silences the voice of Man and, increasingly, in order for Man to have or be included in any religion, knowledge, voice, peace, freedom, safety or power at all in a world where the most Biblical and injurious instruments of our torture are widely and annually celebrated and vaunted as the most vital organs of our peace, law and order, a world where War is a way of life and hysterical and historical victims can always be counted on to be sufficiently gullible, quite irrespective of birth, education, breeding, creed or stature - and, in fact, quite because of one's birth, education, breeding, creed and stature, whatever its apparent and even imperative utility to however many people.
The labour our communication to the gods of Zeus
Olympian their range of scriptures of the earth and sky;
The planets in their turn of phrase, abortions from the wombs
A mayhem that transported all that lived to all that died
Of every order organs of the great machine of love
And freedom quite beneath the heathen kings and queens of old
Sold nothing of their wild nature, nor their flesh and blood
Inheritance of all the riches currents blood and bone
At home conceived the labour of the goddess and the god
[Of one another Man the Mother and the Mind of Man]
Of Man the Mother and the Mind sustained one season and
The next the flesh and sex and blood the native tongue the brain's
Inheritance the very font the life and death a thought's
Own riches listened to these voices [of our food, our womb, our, will, our stories] in the throws so large
A doom as crowned the womb the waters roots electric flesh and blood a forest filled with letters, sons and daughters, stories, stars.
First is the Mushroom King and Queen, Abba, Eloah, Satan, Lucifer, Allah or "Adam and Eve," Queen Mab or The Great Mother Once upon a time and In the Beginning and the End, the Alpha and the Omega and their contractions, day after day and year after year, in the amniotic ether of all the fluid in our sex, flesh and blood - Christ oil, the nectar of the Amanita Muscaria and the celestial currents and waters that fall so gently upon the place beneath in that "consummation devoutly to be wished" written away with martial order social engineering, war and religion as one totally whole system of knowledge and the axis mundi, the sine qua non Prima Materia instead of the Prima Materia of all "Law and Order."
First is the Mushroom Mother and God living under the Tree of Life.
Before that, Thunder. Always the thunder of our sex and of our celestial biology that makes a Temple of the Mind and Mother of Man.
Before that the living substance, sense and pleasure unto itself, a language whose communication stopped only with Man's schizophrenic War upon his Young, with Man's capacity to observe the language of his birth as it is sustained through every deep and league, up and down, in and out of all Existence, through every story of every cause and effect; such is the richness of our sexual as celestial flesh and blood.
PAUL STAMETS EXPLAINS THE STONED APE HYPOTHESIS TO JOE ROGAN
3:14 A clear case of a suspicious confluence of imbecility or collusion in knowledge management aka bullshitting in that "Paul" makes a perfectly sound refutation of the frame-altering bias that "nature cannot be intelligent," even though it is the basis for our intelligence and then assumes that no human language or knowledge has ever even come close to accommodating the sophisticated language or system of total intelligence in which he finds the mycelium to play so God-like a role.
Amanita or "God" was the Son of Thunder, the spontaneous birth of mind-altering mushrooms of this nature often attributed to a force of celestial electrical proportions.
Only look at "The Mushroom and the Cross" by John M. Allegro to see the most ancient of relationships between human language, sex and mushrooms and indeed the advance and corruption though by corruption of all modern "knowledge" subsequent to the breaking of all native human language systems related to the Anus or most vulnerable developmental root of our surviving brain function and innervation from the neuro-electro-genesis of every successive generation of our own flesh and blood and that of the substance of all mind and matter across all space and time.
Even the names, in sequence, of the planets of our "solar system" bear the mark of a martial grade attack upon hacking into human language systems of celestial proportions.
Axiom 998 - Heady Cults (and "sciences") of Fertility and War Combined
"Just the fact that over a couple of million of people watched a man eat an oversized plate of food is disturbing enough. That this number was put up within a day makes this officially the most bold sign of the decline of human civilization. Rewarding the imbecilic will get us nowhere. Americans seem to ignore real life to their detriment or hyper obsess over the degeneration of their world to absolutely no effect, without surcease. Mission Accomplished. Total world domination complete. But. Alas, they had no more minds to fuck over."
"This knowledge lives in a forest.
"This language is a Satanic Right of Inheritance."
- Rayn Gryphon
Satanic High Priest
"[Edmund] Spenser designed his poem as a wheel, in which the action, instead of following in a simple line, rays out from its center and Gloriana's court, and then, in some way not arrived at by the poem, returns to that center again. The "Faerie Queene" [c. 1590] is a game played upon a wheel-shaped board, with each knight advancing or retreating along its spokes according to the cast of the dice announced in successive stanzas. Arthur appears to travel in a circle around the rim. Although he is supposed to be in search of the Faerie Queene, from whose court each of the other knights has come, he neither asks nor receives directions. The circular movement itself is a way of getting there. Ariosto saw his poem as a web woven by the artist who finds the most compelling reason for life in the pleasure that he takes in his control over the story which so aggressively refuses a simple chronological line, but weaves in and out with the greatest, almost perverse, complexity imaginable.
"The alternating viewpoint with which one is permitted to look at epic - the trompe-l'œil patterning - trains the mind and eye for the reintegration of the apparent opposites of action and contemplation. It works like a perspective picture of the interchanging patterns of figure and ground. We can neither stay with the story nor rest in the pattern; the story is not only an account of progress toward a goal, nor is the pattern a static rendering of experience. The story undercuts the value of action; the pattern is made up of unceasing motion. The ideal life of man, in which action and thought, body and soul, are integral with one another, is being restored, or achieved, by the demand that the poem makes upon the reader. As with immortality, by giving up the false contemplation represented by the Bower of Bliss, man learns true contemplation by immersing himself in the active pattern of life."
Milton and His Epic Tradition, Joan Malory Webber, University of Washington Press, 1979, Part II, "The Tradition," Page 93 - 94
Psalms of Love Epic Poem