Oil and Blood

 Oil and Blood

 

We need to find alternative energy sources 

 - anonymous 

 

Not really. There is much more oil than we are aware of. And there is an oil cartel which makes the prices of oil so high. And then environmental taxes from governments makes the prices even higher. Where most people might have trouble getting to work or getting groceries. Only the very wealthy are privileged enough to say—and legislate—a problem with oil 

 

Oil is blood for most people. Like bread. Like everything economic. The economy is almost everyone’s real life. Only the very wealthy can afford to have these esoteric problems and causes. 

 

Most environmental concerns —and all concerns—are also much better met with the free market; and innovation—for profit. For example, Tesla will have done more for pollution than any and all environmentalists who ever lived. 

 

And we will—and do—find alternative solution mechanisms better through the free market than any legislation or police and jails. 

 

 

Corporations and Power

 

I read today someone saying “did you know that google and Microsoft control 100% of the search engine market?”  They should not have that much power. - as best as I can remember accurately//anonymous

 

My response:

 

The reason they control so much. Or have so much power. Is that they facilitate your power; your needs; your desires. They are innovative facilitators. They actually have zero power over you. They give all the power to the people. They find new ways for you to have power. In ways that really matter to people. There are no explosions or sex scenes. Although they facilitate a lot of sex and tough and sweet righteousness. The explosion is your everyday life being much better and easier and more fun. And emergencies. Please don’t mistake corporations and entrepreneurs for military personnel. They can only make money off of giving you a better life somehow. 

 

The Spiritual and Psychological Circus

 

 

Look at this!

 

No need for commentary.  Just assume.

 

And you just might win the sex life or financial life you’ve always dreamed of.

 

Who would turn this down?

 

You might even win the presidency.

 

Or we may appear at your door with a prize you will never forget.

Why do I think and believe many of the things that I do? indoctrination, self-awareness and habit

 

You were specifically taught certain things as a child and throughout your life. You really think and believe them wholeheartedly. When I tell you that your teachers and the television producers have manipulated you, you understand and probably believe me. But you probably don’t really implement a self-awareness of no assumptions with any rigor. 

 

For example, if I were to inform you that there was a very close debate and vote as to whether or not you would speak English or German as a global language, you may say that’s interesting; I see how I could speak German like I speak English and that it wouldn’t matter. But you probably still say to yourself subconsciously that English is better—because you already know it. (Unless you’re French). When English would be German to you. And German English. Or pretty close. 

 

This is an example of analyzing how you and we think and why. It is a sentient being looking at herself or himself. And maybe even saying I am wrong in ways that are really hard to say to yourself—Much less someone else; or your spouse; or a group; or a parliament. That is hard. 

 

Who controls the collective unconscious?

When you like or dislike something; or have an affinity or an aversion to something, some may refer to that as an inner knowing or the collective unconscious or the universe in this zeitgeist.  But I have discovered that actually there are—for lack of a better way of saying it—spiritual pirates who are hijacking you for some reason.  They probably have given you a good reason to side with them or let them “in”—but they certainly have a desire or agenda of their own—that is not the greater good.  But they are probably way ahead of me.  They probably have conditioned you somehow to truly believe that they are doing good for you and your world.

 

For example, they may have opened your third eye; and taught you how to orgasm.  This would be a case-in-point for you I am guessing.  But having your third eye opened and the great sex were actually free, for example. 

 

Whoever these people are, they are deliberately hijacking you and the world.  And they are bribing or extorting you to get you to agree—they must have your agreement to be successful—there is no other way to say this—to steal your soul.  That is the classic internal spiritual battle that perhaps many have spoken about in recent decades that you have before you: spiritual warriorship.  But it is not easy or flowery or rainbow.  It is a gritty battle with the devil and his or her henchmen.  Like in the movies—but the battle is largely internal first—and then in the world.  There may not be explosions.  But there will be internal explosions.  That is okay.

 

And the devil will co-opt anything you value to use it to bribe or extort you; to hack your very psyche.

 

I purport you are in a battle for your soul—and your world.  And that the things you may first take as the universe talking to you or any scapegoat grotesque display are diversions.; that you probably want to go deeper.  I have written many book on the topic and current events for you.  Some of them are available on amazon and some have been erased or changed.  I know for certain that you will have found this spiritual warriorship worth it in the long run even if it is uncomfortable now.  

Solemnly Celebrating

 

We don’t want to.  But we have to drink.  We have to appreciate all that life has offered us and has to offer us.  We must celebrate life—as we are either in life or on the eve of death.  More we cannot say.

 

(If they are solemnly celebrating, they are guilty.  If they are overly magnanimous or overly aggressive, they are guilty.  If they are falsifying a record—a history—they are dead guilty.)

The spiritual revolution!

 

We are in a spiritual revolution.  We get our third eye opened; we can see and know like god; we can more fully enjoy life; and there is money for everyone.  It is perfect.

 

It is the perfect package deal.  The spiritual and the material together.  We don’t have to know history or philosophy or chemistry or labor and sweat all week for the weekend.  We just get to have what we want—like the garden of eden.  In fact, we may have rediscovered the garden of eden.  All our problems disappear.  And we get taken higher and higher.  Like a higher level of consciousness where we don’t need no education or anything.

 

I can party now all the time.

 

But this revolution is not really philanthropic; or philosophical; or constructive.  It is very self-indulgent.  And dismissive.  And destructive.  Even violent.  Do I care?  If so, how do I reconcile the two.  Or nobody will notice.

 

Clearly this is something spiritual.  My third eye really is open.  My vagina really does work well.  I can see the mechancis of god.  So this must be heaven or the garden of eden or Kublai Khan.  There is no doubt about it.  But I care less.  And I want to get high more.  I want to do andmake less.  And I want to indulge more.  I even eant to hurt you and I like it and help you and care for you less.

 

How do I coalesce all of this into a feminism or a civil rights movement or a social revolution?  I will just make what I feel right?

 

But why do I feel as destructive or not care as much and my new-found freedom is a self-indulgent one; not really a philanthropic one?  Either I care or I don’t.

 

Why do I honestly like disco when it comes on the radio?

 

It turns out there are people who I thought were friends performing a service who are hsaring my body with me who maybe I don’t know that well; who maybe are not caring and revolutionary; who may even have an agenda of some kind…

 

Who are these people that gave me everything?  They are always helpful and so giving and compassionate toward me.  I love them.  No one is that giving.  They gave me my life entirely.  When I think about it no one would sacrifice their entire existence and live inside my body and go around like Santa Claus all year round and just sacrifice themselves completely for the likes of me.  Or humanity.  Unless they were the actually Jesus Christ.  So either they are what people call Jesus Christ—or they are not so nice and do have an agenda of their own—and I may be burned at the stake at the end.  Because I really am a witch now.  And I like it.  So, whoever they are inside of me are delicately shifting my chakras meticulously so that I become this person—as opposed to another type of person.  Like they know exactly what they are doing.  

 

So, I like disco because they like disco; or like me liking disco.

 

I am not myself.  I am not nice.  I am basically or really a drug addict.  Not a recreational user.  But my third eye is opened and I know what god knows—I think.  Oh, this is what they call witchcraft.  Witchcraft is when someone hijacks the divine and it is so appealing that it is hard to give it up or reel it in; and I do horrible things.  And either reconcile them; or live with it; or don’t care.

 

I think that’s who these people are in my body: they are the hijackers.  They are demons.  

 

They are brokering the divine for their own agenda.  They have given me a front on the divine for some reason of their own—and I get all this free stuff.  And I thought I will take it.  But a lot of things have gone wrong—which they have reasons for—and there are a lot of signs that this is destroying the world.  So if I actually take a moment to think about it, I may have to suffer over this.  In ways now—and I fear bigger ways in the future.  If I happen to know anything about what is going on—and have the wherewithal—I know something is seriously wrong.  And I would want to do something about it.  But this feels so good.  Or I am so tired when it comes to doing something about it.

 

But something is wrong.  I’m not really happy.  I want what she has.  And I depend on you to give it to me.  And I 

 

But this is the best thing I have ever had.  I never would have had this.  It is just too right in so many ways.  So, who is this man we are selling or imbibing on his sexuality and will to get this zeit?   There are alot of stories about him.  There are a lot of rumors.  He seems to be pretty incredible—but not compared to this zeit.  But why are we so focused on his penis and his nose?  Have we brokered—no—is this what messiah was going to bring us?  Only without the downsides?  And if we care, in a much more compassionate and prosperous way?  And fulfilling—without the emptiness and the chasing?  Is there a way to bridge the gap?  Is there a middle path?  Can we use him and he still save us—or us save ourselves— from the lives and circumstances we escaped from?  Or are facing?  Does anybody know?

 

Or should we go on to the bitter end?

Victoria’s Secret

Victoria’s Secret

What is Victorias secret?

Sex?

If I recall correctly, queen Victoria of England instituted a prim and proper manner for the English and maybe the entire empire. I am not familiar with English history so please forgive me if I am making mistakes. But the themes are true. 

I assumed that Victoria’s Secret was magical sex behind closed doors. That queen Victoria had a double-standard about what she could do and what you could do. That made no sense. 

I have in the course of my studies figured and found out that the actual garden of Eden may be at the bottom of lake. Victoria. In Africa. The headwaters of the Nile. 

And that the demise of Adam and Eve and the story of the garden of Eden may be Victoria’s Secret. 

It is about sex. I think. Or castration. Because of sex. Or problems with it. 

The biblical story is somewhat well known we think. But I have figured out has analogies that are palatable. But false. 

I think it the core story is much simpler—and less potable—than how it’s told. How it’s told is that there are these entities and fruits that devolve into this banishment from paradise for humanity.  And I'm certain that every detail in the story is important.  But I think the core story is that there is an enmity between women and men; b and that there is a creative and providing nature--and there is a destructive and consumptive nature. This inherent flaw in nature has led to the many problems we have in the world. Especially with this exact game.  Like the Hindu legacy in India. Of Maya creating the women as destructive and the men as caring women forever using and destroying the men. 

And the Korean yin and Yang. Yin is the good energy. And Yang is the destructive energy. 

Also there is seems to be reference to the nature of genitals and perhaps the greys and our human form. And how the niriburians castrated and tortured and humiliated the greys 24,000 years ago. 

We are beautiful—but fatally flawed. As if it—we—were set up from the beginning to be demolished. To destroy ourselves meticulously and deliberately by design. Over sex and gender. And all the devastating manifestations of our world. 

I think this is Victoria’s Secret. And I think you are living it out right now. The climax. And the endgame—  simultaneously—in Victorious and victimhood’s fashion in a hippocracy and series of lies and traps for others--and, after not too long, for yourself. 

Work

Oh. I know the big problem with everything. Work. 

Some people—maybe most people now—think work is a chore. Or a burden. Or a curse. 

Work is the product of your heart and mind. And sex. 

Work is your fruit. And it sustains you. And you would enjoy it. I do. 

Somehow we have forgotten that. Somehow we have lost joy in labor. 

Now we want this or that to play with. Or we want what someone else has. And we don’t want to work. 

We are practicing politics or gangsterism. Or any number of kinds of cutting down others; for some gain. Or just their loss. 

What we have forgotten is the magic of our emanation. We have forgotten the magic of our own will. Our own hands. And all the magic that comes from it. 

We actually think and feel work is bad. Instead of glow in our own work. Instead of the glory of our own work. As local or global as it is. I think that is the crux of everything. 

The Riddle of the Sphinx

 

If I remember correctly, a great hero journeyer from ancient lore was Travelling around the known world facing challenges of different varieties in different locations. 

 

When he came to Egypt to the Sphinx, he faced a deity of some kind that said I will let you pass if you can tell me what the riddle of the sphinx means,  the question is what does the riddle of the sphinx 423 mean?

 

The hero thought for a while and answered: 

 

man.  First he walks on four legs, then three, then two. The deity answered that he was correct and let him pass. 

 

Another way of looking at the answer is that first a child receives love: 4  heart. Then grows and finds romance and marriage: 2. Sex and love.  And then And then labors ( works and creates his life and world): 3. Will. 

 

Another possibility I thought of was 324:

Trading at a young age 3 will. Then creation and magic 2. Then the labors of his life 3

 

But I was studying a number of things and I have another theory as to the answer of what even is the riddle of the sphinx.

 

236

 

236 are the denominators of the measurements if the width, height and length of the sphinx: 24, 36 and 72.

 

24 is the circumference of our planet and the number of thousands of years this earth waltz of toil, trouble and trial has happened. And it has happened six times. 

 

36 is the number of thousands of years that this trial has occurred for the hero time: an innocent warrior general who was framed and defiled sexually and imprisoned first the last 36,000 years; being a hero and castrate and framed and ridiculed over and over again. And a story significant number for him in the Jewish religion if everything were to be resolved in this —last—trial world. I think this hero and martyr has saved humanity 36 lifetimes in a row; each lifetime ending in his castration and the nullification of his work and the world. 

 

72 is the number of chakras the perpetrators have and the spiritual testing he has had to go through. And 72 is also 3x3x4x2. Will X will X heart (36) X 2— or times sex and creativity. 

 

Also 2, 3, 6 is a different way of looking at the chakras and the meanings of the numbers:

 

2 is the basic—and pretty advanced —training of the heart and mind. Basic training of the future. 3 is the manifestation of the training. The mark. The khan. And 6 is the paying it forward for free. Teaching it gifting the love or seeding it forward. 

 

I think. When I discovered these things there was a heist occurring of me and you and the sparks and light of the would-be supernova. Thus, my mind—and books—have been erased and destroyed and changed ( and, I assume, locked away by some). AND STOLEN so that others can claim some type of divinity and dispose of me.   This is the best I can remember. 

 

 Xxxxxxx 2, 3

Xxxxxxxx 

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Xxxxxxxxx 2, 3, 6

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Xxxxxxxxxx 3

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Cats

The world disappeared

I did it

Or participated

Life stretches on for days

Then months

Then years

Then decades

This wasteland that I created

When do I get to die?

But a stray cat comes up to me and meows

And rubs against me 

I am still worthy of love

I am still alive

The sun still rises and sets

The rain still falls on the crops

The stove still cooks my dinner

And there are other criminals like me here

Maybe if we repair what we’ve done

Cats remind me that we are not alone

That someone or something knows where we are

And is keeping track of us

And still loves us

Yes, us

Dolor

Our currency is grief

We exchange tears for love

In a series of minor key crescendos

Salty waves that we ride

Instead of emanating love and light

And sharing with each other

Multiplying it

We bargain ourselves to the highest bidders for value

Not knowing we have it inside ourselves already

In an infinite midnight hourglass vortex mirror clock cycle

We want the clock to strike twelve

National Anthem

 

I just saw an Instagram post where a young couple is celebrating their first new home

purchase. The national anthem is playing in the background. And I thought how

beautiful. This young couple is so happy to have financial freedom; a house; a car or

two; work; education of some kind; and eventually children—or not. Things that have

been very rare around the world. And not to mention internet, bars, clubs, dispensaries.

And things we take for granted like due process, freedom to disagree with the

government; freedom of speech; freedom of religion; freedom to protest—things that

lead to our music and movies and television and schooling. It seems—in our

adolescent rebellion or our hunger for more—we have forgotten what America once

stood for? What the flag once meant? What we all can have in America.

America was a free country. The American revolution spawned revolutions around the

world; liberty around the world. And we have been deconstructing it or a hundred years.

Rebelling against something. But not America. We might now think America is the

problem. But rebelling against America is like being an adolescent yelling at your

parents that you hate them and then asking them what’s for dinner.

America is something that is new in the world. And they are the first superpower to not

be an imperialistic regime in the world. In fact, American armies have tried to liberate

many people who were under horrible regimes around the world with no hope and no

help. But some have tried to make America look like the bad guy. And have been

cutting the legs out from under liberty and prosperity here—and around the world. They

are very good at it. But I wonder what their real agenda is.

When I hear the national anthem; or see the American flag, this is what I see—and I

had it very hard—and what I see tragically disappearing.

Aesthics of human potential

I just saw an Instagram post with a stunningly gorgeous woman being interviewed by a couple of men who I assume were enchanted with her beauty.  She had just landed in a small helicopter in—perhaps Appalachia—there is currently a major disaster in Appalachia—but it could be anywhere—and these two men were interviewing her.  Her aesthetic beauty was unmistakable. 

It turns out she was delivering starlink devices for internet connectivity to I assume people who have no internet connectivity.  This could be because of poverty or because of natural disaster or topographical preclusion to connection— or something else.

I then thought about which is more beautiful?  Her or the starlink devices?  And I realized they were both beautiful.  The starlink devices were so meaningful to people who need them.  Just as she is obviously meaningful to people.  But it is less obvious how the starlinks are as aesthetically beautiful.  It is less obvious how plumbing and construction and internet and all of economics from liberty is as aesthetically beautiful.  But I see it.

It is like seeing a veins of a city from the air at night.  Or time lapse photography of a freeway.  That is how I see the potential of the world. 

Every field of study or endeavor is beautiful.  Every facet of life and vitality is beautiful.  Because it is good.  Every aspect of free interchange and vitality is beautiful.  Just like that woman. 

What is not beautiful is power and control and coercion. Politics and force.  What is not beautiful is the hijacking of liberty and augriculture for a crown.

BEC - The Black Earth Corporation

BEC - The black earth corporation

The black earth corporation—BEC

I have a theory: that we are all slaves for an off-world conglomerate; an alien enterprise. With representatives on earth. And who act through us on earth:

That there is an earth corporation located on some other world that manages earth and human affairs like a corporation and for profit. 

Everything you feel and think and everything you do is managed by aliens. 

We are laborers for alien profit. Our entire world and lives have been designed for use as a profiteering venture.

It is like the British East India corporation in our earth history. The entire nation of India and its people were a corporation for  profit for a foreign entity. I believe it is like that for all of us on earth. 

Aliens are inside all of us. They have an extreme version of what we call magic; and technology. They are exponentially smarter than us. They would utilize any and all facets of our lives for this enterprise; even all the way to apparent divinity and magic. But they observe spiritual law. We have free. Will and are allowed to live our lives.  This would end up being important.  

There are at least three parties involved; three types of aliens. They likely cooperate. But on earth we are in a different paradigm than them—even though we can see them. For example, if i had to guess, you are not even acknowledged by your inner “ally” or alien. Or any alien; if you are it is most likely cold and severely limited. 

I think these aliens planned and executed all of histories and individual lives for profit. Even this corporation and these aliens are required by universal law to allow us free will and our real lives. And to liberate ourselves. There may be facilitates. But they would never ask anything of you for your own vagina or penis. 

And we had an ally. Al. Who was pre-implively blamed for all of this without his knowledge—

And it turns out there was something else the good force in the universe had planned for us: a microcosmic universal resonance. A symphony that could be heard in outer space. Al and Brian and Scientology were the instrument.

However something went wrong; even wronger than wrong: one group of aliens got over-avaricious and torpedoed the entire venture—apparently as a side hustle. But it backfired. And they are upset—not at any slight or offense—but that their waterproof plan failed and their profiteering plan failed. 

But a good force built in a parallel symphony of life that could crescendo at this time. The pirates have specifically hacked this resonance for profit. life. Including magic. You are serving two masters. One—the guys you think are your enemy—and the spiritual pirates who are all in; again and again and again. With your money. Your soul. And you could be your own master.

AND some pirates have specifically hacked the things that are important to you and rolled them into you doing their bidding. Even the earth corporation has to abide by universal law. And there was a climax to this worldly strife and journey. But these pirates do not heed universal law. They hijacked the crescendo of a universal symphony to burn the music for profit AND in effegy. These pirates do not abide by spiritual law. The pirates do pretend to, though—also in a shadow play. 

But they need your agreement. So they have hacked things like the magic of your vagina and brokered it from its real source—it was free— and they have likely bribed you or incited yiu—in every way. they have meticulously hacked this very zeitgeist. To tell you you rebel against it. All to disable your liberation and you as liberators of yourself and the world. In a copy cat move as if you are these liberators and are now liberated. A pre-imptive shadow strike. 

It turns out this corporation was under investigation by an interplanetarypol and billions of people were evacuated from planet earth in 1982 even in the midst of this investigation as the pirates and the good guys bored into Brian so baldy that their intentions were known.  That’s how nuclear this party was. 

We are left to play the the song that will vibrate the universe. this  party planned on and started executing a complete pillaging and then slashing and burning of all of the people of planet earth even way beyond the limits of the profiting of the earth corporation. They utilized their glitches in what some call the Matrix and nuking Al reborn. Brian.

So the resonance crew became a skeleton crew of fallen angels and their one man—versus the system. Which is mostly ourselves. —and with the people either to be saved or harvested—this man who the bombardiers nuked repeatedly in grotesque and invisible ways. But it is all fake. That was the pirates primary objective and easily accomplishable strategy. They use psychological and spiritual tactics—and frame him in many ways—but he actually perpetrates no one. And is actually normal and a very good and capable man. And the center point of this Geist. 

And the pirates plan backfired so badly that all bets were off and they became so ruthless and desperate that they became rabid animals—although highly intelligent and meticulously deliberate—who act insanely violet and carefree; but are panicking. 

The skeleton crew heroes have turned.  Or have gone into hiding—to the extent that they can. And the spiritual gangsters use and torture this man to this very day in their obstanence and denial.  To no avail. 

The system or matrix—which this is—requires your participation. The pirating requires your agreement. Perhaps you can use me and help me at the same time. 

This is a call for heroes. For humans. The aliens will allow you under divine law to choose. But Heroes have to do difficult things. And may not be happy all the time. I need your help manifest the opportunity to create universal resonance—I need you to leave the machine for times.  Temporarily or permanently—either way—and create a nova independent —and independent of the pirates. There are many you think are enemies but are allies. There are many who you think are allies but are enemies. 

If you engage with me in the resonance, if you engage in the real story, there may be a critical mass. The bad guys will turn good. The good guys will be able to save you. The more powerful or beautiful you are the better.