Monday, August 20

Pyramids as Cooling Rods and Lizards

Well not cooling rods, but something to do with transferring celestial energies and low frequency conversions through geometric monstrosities here on Earth. Take a look at this. Hollow ball and outside-in, boy how these guys can really fly a craft (tinfoil wreckages aside). Actually, I love the little Geiko lizard but it's no coincidence it's a reptilian ode, especially when they use him as a spokesman and cavemen are so simple yet they can still "get it." After all, They Live. We sleep.

Tuesday, August 14

Dumbfounded in Differentiation

God I love anything with a '7' in it. Well, okay, basically I'm flabbergasted. I do despise the term CT (conspiracy theory) because it is an intellectual fear tactic propagated from stronger sheep meant to silence the dissident thinking of the black ones. Fuck shepherds. Hee hee that's actually a good joke in itself, but I do digress. Baaah.

First, watch this movie. Take a moment (well okay almost 2 hours) to watch a highly interesting, really provoking film tying all lies you've ever been exposed to together into one nice PINK package that just makes sense. Your programming will immediately reject it -- so hit pause alot and let it soak in. The music's cool. Brilliantly edited. Use the link below to watch:

Now there are nay-sayers too, but all they do is make fun and throw mud as usual. They demand facts but offer none of their own on the right topics, and label it all with the traditional KOOK and CT. So you just KNOW it's good. It makes people MAD and if you miss the obvious joke in that with clips from the seventies movie "Network" (which NOBODY has commented on artistically so far, I might add) then you've missed the boat too.

A documentary disguised? Not convinced it's all a fake? That Jesus and religion are nothing more than the same prison wardens as government and the "powerful" elite? Brave on, cells. You'll need it in the more unioned world - EU EU A. Most astounding? Papa Bush speaking Hitler's words introducing the Gestapo. And even is you can show me that's a lie, I don't care, he used the word "homeland" and that's all I need. Okay, religion based on astrology's pretty cool too. We all know our stars today are not in the sky but are in Hollywood, but once upon a time the number 12 and the movement of celestial bodies figured into public myth pretty heavily.

Seeriously, I am not one to simply absorb either. The reason I like this stuff is because all the folks so passionately arguing that the kooks should not be able to put this out there watch TV and read magazines, drink corporate coffee and admire "news"papers themselves. Oh, and cite Wikipedia until they bleed. Facts! The thing is, no matter what side of the 9/11 event you're on, they've won by their own accord. Divide and conquer, right before our tired eyes.

Angry Americans are fighting over whether or not it was an inside job. A simple question of maybe it wasn't what we've been told, but the spitting vehemence that comes back from the physics fact-finder crowd astounds me. Why so mad, test tubes? They say "ignorance" should not be tolerated and people should shut up who don't have facts. I say, why argue facts? Why argue at all?

Sure, one genocide was specially named and museums have been set up all over the world to charge admission and relive its horrors daily. Sure we landed on the moon. Sure Kennedy was shot by a patsy. Sure barely 20 "terrorists" went to a Florida flight school and learned to fly tiny fixed wing planes, sat in jumbo jet simulators and then schemed that Home Depot boxcutters would be great way to overpower crowds on commercial airliners.

Apparently, retractable blades are all the rage. Especially Ockham's Razor.

Friday, August 3

The Blip that Burned to Death

SO WHEN COMPUTER GAMES FIRST CAME OUT (trust me I remember the original PONG), it was genuinely entertaining to interact with the screen. Dots and blips. At least the blips back then were slow. you could watch them float where the News came out. And when they were humiliated of not being used right in the game, they slowly exited stage right when you missed them with your paddle, silently and gracefully.

But now, it's people in the screen and guess what? Still no better than dots and blips. Worse, I'm afraid. Alot more dots in groups enslaved to portray images of prehistoric imprint; a release for mamilian brains in a cage called Civil Eye -zation.

In this nice game for teens, the man throws gas on the victim, all tied and helpless, and watches him burn to death cuz he's a gangster. Don't know if he really is, but that's WHAT IT SAYS in the game. So it's okay to watch and enjoy. Enjoy it, go ahead. Laugh out loud. Have some tea. It's not real. In fact, you'll never remember the savege imgaery in your head after you shut the game down, will you? When you heard the match and nothing yet ignited. The moment of the kill?

Thought so.

Now, out in the "real world" concepts reduce real people to guess what -- dots and blips. Yes, the same grunt who will never evolve emotionally doesn't even feel with his hand on the plastic joystick, but her sure is the one flicking the Bic in the real air and sun of outside onto the petroleum-drenched victims so labeled bad.

Thiing is, people really ARE being burned on purpose in the world. Game? GAME?

Killing, yes, is a game. Oh, scratch that. Fantasy. Entertainment. That's what they will say. It's rated anyway! Well, forget all the semantics. I have one question: between the blips of 1972 and the ones now that look like suffering people, why have dots been turned into people? Is the technology advanced? Are dots people? Yes.

Points. And not thousands lighted in the sky either -- no Sir, these be experience points of execution all mapped on a grid to understand and key behaviors both in and outside the system. The nervous one.

So burn each other and not the Bush, my brethren. Kill each other on screen first. Then bring the screen to me, says the Lesser God, the Demiurge, the smashed baby on a rock sadistic jealous One in the sky. Mary's vessel burst long ago, sweetie - it's tme to move. So Jesus, come ON, Man! No resurrection of One, the dissolution of the many!

In other words, it's time now for mass, but this one's critical. We can wait no longer. It's time for the Assembly of God, literally. The Son of Man is waiting for the father in all of us. In the meantime, watch the on-screen gasoline (wonder if it's three bucks a gallon in there, too -- and further, wonder if it's Arab oil too) burn to death another person.

That's why I say to my friends playing these violent games and frothing at the mouth: Beat me in the machine if you won't out here. After all, it's just a game, right?

From what I remember [ I was told ] of witches, human skin and hair does eventually go up. Oh, and that applies to women SUSPECTED of being witches, too. Just like how SUSPECTED terrorists are individual human bodies blown to pieces with artillery meant for castle walls and city blocks, every day, in the world "out there" today. Suspected. Assumed so, within this game.

Good to kill.