Thursday, June 13, 2019

As an aggregator of the sensory triggers of a karmic consequence


Consider me the sign of the vindication’s coming readjustments 
in my sphere of cognizance. When my own intent is not saddled 
with narrow, self-serving ends, I’m the telemetry appendage for 
either an inner agency or an external agency to administer its 
adjudication to the issues of the people of its ire.

People put themselves in a state of consciousness, that is so 
extreme and provocative, at the least-to my senses, that their 
‘provocativeness’ creates an imbalance in me that precipitates 
an adjusting reaction to that imbalance. This stems from my 
negative, emotional reactions to those provocations.

As I look back on the institutional and human sources of those 
provocative instances, and see what happened to those institutions 
and people soon after my physical and emotional detachment 
in repulsion from them; the pattern of my qualitative connection to 
them and their retributive demise becomes too frequent a relation for 
just coincidence.

Am I just a convenient and random conduit of telemetry for those 
retributive agencies, or am I that agency who has the powers of 
employing automatic, triggered responses to provocations without 
any conscious awareness of their employment? Have I aroused an 
inner mechanism which can respond to injustices, inequities, and 
imbalances from just my having an aggravated emotional angst 
against such manifested qualities? Is this power ubiquitous in us all, 
as I suspect?

Or is it unique to me by the circumstances of the time and placement 
of my birth in a discrete situation for this purpose. I was born during 
the  Year of the Tiger of the Chinese Calendar, and on the 
 Virgo cusp with Leo that has both major seasonal and historic changes
as well in the native lands of the Onondaga Iroquois Nation. Also I was 
born on Thursday (Thorsday ) in the late afternoon, circa 630pm.

All of these symbolically indicate that my date and place of birth  could 
have some paranormal meaning. Because I’ve embraced these 
paranormal meanings, I’ve influenced my subconscious to forge other 
related appendages to this branch of thinking. These combined 
appendages reached a critical mass that they have become a separate 
stream of consciousness with its own identity, import, and imperatives for 
a de facto, default allegiance upon me.

From other speculations I concluded that those streams of consciousness 
that not only provided a higher degree of visceral vitality for me, but also 
an affirmative phenomena for me, rose to a higher importance and priority 
for me to pursue for their vitality and affirmations-compared to other 
experiences of consciousness.

As such, have I been in a caste of potentiality that is transcendent to the 
mundane and temporal? Are others by their own stream of consciousness 
at least partially subject to the condition of the roles to which they associate 
in their stream of consciousness? What others do and believe has less to do 
with how I can determine who and what I can be and do, independent to 
the surroundings: the contemporary, cultural context of social roles.

My role may be within that lane of a ‘Tiger Year’, ‘Virgo-cusped’, 
‘Thor-dayed’, ‘early-Evening birthed’, for the astrological influences of 
Mercury  (which had its approximate conception in the period of 
November 24th ). In this lane with any of the derivations associated 
with the qualities of that lane would be my obligatory imperative of intellectual 
focus and emotional devotion. In being the aspiring character to those 
aesthetics I incidentally conjure the energies of those projected powers of 
rectification of the injustices, inequities, and imbalances of contemporary 
circumstances within my sensitivities. Without me having no more than a 
strong emotional reaction to what is being signaled to my senses, the powers 
of my ontological advent perform their in-born functions that are my 
underlying inherent nature and identity.

1- Onondaga History-According to oral tradition, The Great Peacemaker approached the Onondaga and other tribes to found the 
 Haudenosaunee.[2] The tradition tells that at the time the Seneca nation debated joining the Haudenosaunee 
based on the Great Peacemaker's teachings, a solar eclipse took place. The most likely eclipse to be 
recounted was in 1142AD, which was visible to the people in the land of the Seneca

2-Thor's day-Middle English thur(e)sday. Old English thursdæg. Old Norse thorsdagr "Thor's day"
Old English thunresdæg "thunder's day". Thor is the Norse god of thunder. He is represented as riding a chariot 
drawn by goats and wielding the hammer Miölnir. He is the defender of the Aesir, destined to kill and be killed 
by the Midgard Serpent.

3-Mercury. This planetary ruler symbolizes acceptance and intuition and also reflects on communication. 
Mercury is one of the seven classical planets that are visible to the naked eye. 

4-November 24th conception astrological symbol- Zodiac is Sagittarius: As a Sagittarius born on 
November 24th, you have a great sense of justice and morality but will also follow own impulses in matters 
of the heart. Whilst you don't let yourself influenced easily, your memory may let you down at times.
This coupled with the fact that you really want to see the best in people, may mean that at times you give 
too much of you to people who don't deserve it. Ruling planet, Jupiter, congruent with the ethos of the  
Thorsday birth-date. This celestial planet reveals balance and joyfulness and also highlights simplicity. 
Jupiter spends almost a year in every sign and takes almost twelve to circle the Sun. 

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

How far from the "True Arts" have the bearers of culture departed




                         How far from the "true arts" have the bearers 
                                     of culture departed                               

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  Ohh! How those who were once esteemed   for  bearing ‘the arts of culture’ have come to be so far strayed from their original arts that the arts to which they are now associated are that of slut, whore, and prostitute for exhibiting that which in the days of the metaphysical arts they were the priestesses who were the earthly avatars of the goddesses, whom they were the representatives of the beauteous ideals of virtue and virginal chastity for which men would aspire  to the point of their mortality.

But this isn’t about what has been lost in the esteem of men. This is about the psychological arts that women could conjure for the metaphysics that would be brought forth.

Those metaphysics were the linkage to those manifested images of beauty, virtue,  and chastity; all of which reside in the procreative powers of existence that unites in a symbiotic union the disparate forms of being that would otherwise be unattached figurative ‘radicals’ causing disorganized and lethal metastases of connections, precipitating dis-ease to the bearer and those with whom the bearer comes in contact.   

These forgotten, neglected, and now latent in their dormancy arts took  its female and male subjects beyond their initial literal and figurative base impulses and launched them to the higher realms of insight and knowledge of their being beyond the physical parameters of their sight, smell, taste, and feel.


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Friday, March 8, 2019

Don't come at us…




                                           Don't come at us…                                                         
                                Full text with pictures                                                                  

....with accusations of solicitor or degrading, when at the same time those solicitors 

and degraders with their de facto cultural and political complicitings openly flaunt 
in our faces in public their own unabashed arrogance of their twisted sensibilities of 
“decency”.

At least with these, there is a semblance of celebration of life’s moment of joy and

enticing pleasures which I could give a voyeur’s grin of appreciation, rather than the
 look of disgust I have for the duplicitous posturings for the public tolerance and 
civility for those, who are justly attacked for their supporting the inhumane treatment 
of whole populations..

At least with these, the public exhibitions are honest and forthright with no need to

 hide or camouflage themselves in  anything other than  they are..


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Thursday, February 28, 2019

'THE DREAM', for the record...




(Knowing my status with most of the people I knew,)
The DREAM for the RECORD
foreword
this is being told as an advisory for all those who intend to engage me so that you will know that my latitude of interest is focused on a particular outlook and i have little time for other considerations. ‘the dream’ tells about my relationship to my life and the people in it.
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in the early winter of 1971-72 i had a dream that was so symbolic for the time, yet so encompassing of my lifetime going forward to this point that i have considered it my personal prophecy.

the dream begins with me at a chalet  during cocktail hour. The crowd that was there with me i sensed that i had known them or will have known them in my future.   There is the normal chatter that occurs at cocktail parties.

In my boredom i move away from the crowd in the room to take in the view of the scenery surrounding the chalet and the overview which the chalet commanded. as i looked out and down into the valley, i could see the pine and other deciduous trees giving a ‘green cathedral’ sacredness of nature to my view of the valley towards the body of water below. 

On the water, i saw a military cargo ships docking and disembarking troops. the troops were not of our nation’s military. the emblems i saw were foreign. 

i turned and re-entered the room, frantically relaying what i had seen. Because i had been by reputation a notorious, hard-driving-to-obnoxious, maniac of unconventional thoughts and opinions, what i was trying to warn was ignored and discounted. I saw what i saw, and i had done my due diligence to those for whom i had, at the least, an ethical, if not moral duty.

(Besides that, i had separated myself from that room and people because of their shallow-to-mindless banter of posturing, profiling, and signifying for each other with very little of proof-committed substance to their blatherings).

I took off from them to save myself from what was sure to be a capture and slaughter by the ‘enemy’ troops disembarking down by the water. i entered the woods running as far as i could get from the chalet. i could feel my chest heaving and gasping for breath and my legs laboring in their out of shape status to take me away. the adrenalin of fear gave me the stamina and strength to keep going. shortly into my run i could hear the sounds of heavy vehicles and light, motorcycle-type vehicles coming closer and stopping.

 I heard shouting, shots being fired, screams, then silence. the chalet had been stormed and ‘subdued’. in a bit of paradoxical, laughing regret and cynicism; i thought SARCASTICALLY to myself, ‘there goes ‘the BEST AND THE BRIGHTEST!’. i continued to run, hoping i could go further than the troops would be searching. my hopes were in vain. i heard the ignitions of the trucks and light vehicles starting up and some were headed my way. i ran with more urgency, feeling my heart pounding with fear. soon, i heard voices and the barking of dogs. they had picked up my scent. if i could get to a place to get them off my track. no luck. they came upon me and encircled me with vehicles, men, and dogs. i was a goner but i was not going to surrender.

I let them approach close enough to be within arms’ length to grab me, but i grabbed one of them and with unknown and unpracticed skill i fended or killed off the troops and dogs in a way bruce lee would smile in envious admiration. with this batch dispatched.

i returned to my run away from any possible capture. The trail wound and curved to the edge of a big lake. i was moving along the shoreline looking for a means to cross the lake. i heard a rustling of a person approaching along the path to my front. it was a biblical looking person with a look of gravitas on his face.  he told me to wait for someone to take me across. i intuitively trusted his words and leaned against a tree and slid down to rest on the ground to take in the lake view.

Monday, December 24, 2018

More blindly ignorant and in denial than Dr. Frankenstein



More blindly ignorant and in denial than Dr. Frankenstein
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From the manifestations of an agitated 
climate
to the reckless barbarity of human nature, 
it is so obvious.




You can’t play games with “Mother Nature”

with her geosphere

or her zoosphere

and not expect ‘the chickens coming home 
to roost’.

This is more basic than any biblical
 “Divine Retribution” of 
the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”,

this is the inevitable consequential logic of chemistry 
playing itself out before our eyes. What we have countenanced 
in the name of a faux-civility and 
for its material “benefits”




we have lost in people,
things,
and institutions

by our indulgence of the insufferable which is allowed 
to afflict those least capable and 
most vulnerable.


This is the ‘frankenstein’ of our making 
as foretold by Shelley.

For the sake of our comforts and conveniences we allow 
this monstrous condition to continue to an even 
greater threat to us all, now.. 
Ohhh, how the Old Testament prophets would love 
to give damning curses upon us for this.







And unless it “better end soon” : 
 
in the way of the indifference to the destructive threats 
of this man-made mayhem is corrected, 
the monster will be giving the epitaph 
to this civilization.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

On what is "Virtue"??


On what is "Virtue"??

In the same vein as what Pontius Pilate asked of “Truth”, it must be asked of ‘virtue’. 
As truth is not the prop for those with the means to control a narrative, but the 
visceral essence of a compulsive effort of spontaneous compassion for more than that 
which is of a myopic self-interest. So is virtue, not a posturing virtue, but also 
a compulsive, autonomic imperative of an intuitive altruism of unwitting selflessness.

Virtue is the expression of selflessness for the sake of selflessness, 
“donandi causa donandi”. “Giving for the cause of giving”, per se. How often is  
that witnessed, or spontaneously and intuitively exhibited?   

Virtue is something in which we inhabit, as we are figuratively consumed by the notion 
of acting as if there was no other option except for that self-sacrifice: so that something 
better, maybe not necessarily, absolutely good, could have a chance to be. In doing so, 
we are an extension, an outgrowth of a feeling-a spirit-that is so compulsive that there is 
no distinction between that compulsion’s quality    and our own self-consciousness 
of our ego, our self-identity.