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60% chance of a perfect storm

Heed these words if they ring true for you, or better yet, just add them to the ol' brain list, because there's a non-zero chance that I may be off my bloody rocker. I am unable to provide an objective reckoning about which side of my sanity coin has landed face up, because the magnet that used to hold my reverse side to the fridge we call our so-called modern society has become a slightly disoriented Koala and is subsequently far more attracted to tree branches.

Even if the aforementioned coin has landed with its "good" side up, whether that side is actually the side most "well adjusted" to our world is up for a fractal debate. In the most optimal of cases, my research is spotted with guesstimates to make up for a lack of time, and my reasoning stained with gut feelings in case of an even split in cognitive dissonance.

It would seem, from the point of view of someone who has been accused of wearing tin foil hats, that now is a kind of prime time, top of the show opportunity for another false flag. This episode, the role of Osama will be played by no one, and those lovable characters invented to strike utter fear into the hearts of Christians everywhere have to, for real, be pissed off about that. I have been quite taken aback by the apparent approval some Internetians have shown to a theoretical future invasion of Pakistan, owing to the fact that, in the least, it's accepted that they have nuclear weapons. I checked, they weren't kidding that invading another country seemed reasonable. Then again, that's more than it's taken in the past, and maybe this time we'll be spared the wrath of Rumsfeld the reptile's vector art department.

No, this time much of the painting might indeed be left to the theatre of the mind, guided by a heavy helping of that crowd favourite, fear, laced with all manner of preservatives, artificial sweeteners, compounds more toxic than lead, and other things they'd otherwise need a hazardous materials permit and a man dressed like Darth Vader to dispose of properly.

Since I started paying attention in 2009, I've been constantly surprised and re-surprised at how much closer the global economy, resting in large part on that of the U.S. and the Eurozone, can come to collapsing, and at how many more holes can be blown by reality in the "debt as viable economy" lie before people take a step back and go, "hang on...". This week, courtesy once again of the excellent disobfuscated financial commentary at Zero Hedge, we have plunged industrial production and auto assembly numbers and the absurdity of the housing bubble up by another order of magnitude. Remember when politicians and all other manner of con-men and -women used to bother at least talking about a recovery, and the possibility of double dip was something only discussed by the "weirdos"?

With the royal parasite wedding now over, with it's impossibly long hype-up and assumed blatant flaunting of what was once your money, "they" need the next best ill-advised scheme to rekindle their once tight grip of illusory control on the general population. Options are rather limited when you are filled with hate and fear, so my bet would be on all-out war. The way I see it though, the chances of a false flag happening as described here are significantly decreased because of me writing this. Interestingly, I first saw a billboard in early May that said clearly "21 May - Judgement Day", and now there's a dessicated old chap with the job title of "Doomsday Leader" saying that'll be the actual end of the world. Whatever it ends up being, you can be sure that it will be someone trying to make or maintain a profit.


The fearful war minority

The modern state of israel was excreted strategically in the middle east to generate animosity in the surrounding region, because without perpetual war, there is a certain kind of bastard that does not have the skills required to feed itself. Yes, yes, holocaust, I know. Heil Hitler, and all that. Very sad, says the unending stream of burnt offering documentaries. But let us place hi-story aside for a moment and concentrate on a manifestation that actually, you know, exists. Something we can affect.

What's left of palestine is well understood in some circles as the world's largest open air prison camp, while some so-called arab states have been complacent in maintaining the opposing wall if it meant the war economy stayed perked up. War apologists, citizen propagandists and all manner of bullshit mercenaries work from a manual that only seems to have a handful of strategies in it, and I suppose it's a good thing that our tolerance for reruns and remakes is what it is, because a certain amount of concentration is required to distinguish the first light of freedom from between the many tangled strands of lies. Not all israelis support the actions of their whore state, as not all palestinians support the actions of their puppet government. The line of truth lies ultimately in that any israeli who disagrees can leave when they want, while the palestinians are not allowed to escape the murder lab.

Whether a person identifies as jew, arab, asian, black, white, or any other flavour we can think of, though, the distinction is largely an academic one and not pertinent to the situation, when an undeniable minority of all seem to need war to survive, and their intolerance and hate makes them indistinguishable. Essentially the defence from both sides always comes down to "they started it," and perhaps it's better that I cannot make them see the irony of their words, because without the hard lesson waiting for people who insist on indulging their darkest impulses, they might forget what they learned again tomorrow.

The unending war of the middle east is what I would be intensely ashamed of if I ever had to tell aliens about the planet I come from, and I would not be surprised at that "holy crap" look from from them, nor if they subsequently asked me, in polite terms, to please not defecate on the floors of their vessel.


False flag incoming

I should probably disclaim that whatever I write are my beliefs and deductions only. I don't expect anyone else to conform to them, and just because I criticise members of any group, that doesn't mean I'd like the global death dance to be continued against them just because some of them are not currently capable of compassion. I would certainly appreciate any lost traveller correcting my faulty reasoning where they find it. My purpose here is learning through sharing.

Arms companies receive metric fucktons of money for selling tools to commit murder, and the highest body count determines their premium offerings. Governments tax us to buy these implements at insane prices, and in return they no longer fix our roads, but fondle children at security checkpoints, just in case any of them got by the priests. When business gets slow, they execute Newton, live, in 3D, and you better eat that shit up or else you'll never work in this town again, you crazy tin-foil hatter, you. The suckers of this slimy octopus don't quite cover the whole planet yet, and that's why they just don't seem to be able to help themselves.

It's coming, it will be ugly, and I don't know how the world is going to react. It will be designed to knock us on our asses so that all capability for rational thought will bounce out of us, but I suspect it may wake quite a few people up. Others will not be able to handle the unfolding world, and either way we need to prepare for some rather rude awakenings. I've learned that people who make predictions should not provide dates, and you'll see none of that silliness here. I have no idea when it will happen, but I suspect sooner rather than later, because things are getting crazy(er) quickly. I accept that I may be completely incorrect about the entire modelling of how the world works, but it functions a damn sight better than "I'm surrounded by idiots". We're all idiots, based on how wrong we are most of the time, but sometimes experiencing the world with a blindfold provides you with new insight.

Israel seems a likely target for a false flag, or it may happen to many countries simultaneously. Chicago may get false flagged too, since a story I found on the 'net once about some guy's girlfriend identifying a nuke going off there as 9/11 2.0, through an incredibly vivid and prophetic dream, seems about as likely as anything else I've read. That, and a number synchronicity once suggested that Rahm Emanuel is the antichrist, and he is currently being positioned under that rock. Synchronicities are of course odd little things, coming up at odd times. I'm not completely convinced they have any importance, but I'll take their word over anything that comes from the anus of the monetary-dependent media.

I don't think that the interconnected protests in the arab world which started right around the December solstice are completely organic in nature, though they seem to be making the best of it. In some ways they have already provided a shining example to the rest of the world how hands can be joined for change, or at least awakening and cooperation for a start, without a lot of military spending and lending. Nevertheless, they will likely be blamed, and that old chestnut may not stand up to a second viewing.

UPDATE 2011/05/19: Added the link to the Chicago nuke dream prophesy.


Asshole day

The problem is that we currently live in upside-down land, bizarro world. The biggest criminals, doing the most heinous deeds including mass murder by war and starvation, are protected behind ah-fuck-it levels of red tape and plausible deniability. People are allowed to know that the most successful political campaigns are the well-funded ones, and then get all puffed up and surprised when the elected officials go with the interest of big business against the stated will of the people every single time they think they can get away with it. The most legal and accepted drugs are the most dangerous and profitable ones, while the most demonised and illegal ones are those with the highest risk of pulling your head from your ass.

The problem is that we celebrate one day in the year when it's the season to be jolly and nice to each other, while for all the other ones it's widely accepted that those are the days that everyone is meant to steal as much as they can from each other and be utterly miserable about it. There are enough people taking antidepressants that they're finding it in the drinking water, and all the questions of "why, why, why?" are drowned out by the loudness of "please sir, may I have some more?". Earth's most celebrated day is the birth of earth's most famous martyr, whom everyone supposedly looks up to but almost no-one listens to. It doesn't matter that the celebration is done by lining the pockets of the most usurious and gutless scum to ever walk the earth and that no one actually lives by the lessons that Jesus attempted to teach us, because it's the thought that counts. In a world of make-believe money, hard and soft, where a mental flat line is as common as Colon Cola™, thoughts are the only currency people can still believe in.

In the age where reason has returned to nature, be it tomorrow or in a thousand years, we may well spend one day instead attempting to remember the utter desolation and suffering that can be visited upon a planet when people turn "it's not my problem" into their creed. On asshole day, kids would try to duck little turds bursting from a rothschild piñata, and attempt to loop the noose around the banker, wearing a blindfold made from the precipitated catatonia of humanity. On asshole day, everyone would choke down a glass of piss and then form groups to discuss how much they enjoyed it, because that's how it was done in the old days.


Our natural divinity

Orthodoxy as religion is a fairly ugly sentient-made blight on the fabric of reality. If you're not willing to fear and worship a jealous god who suffers from poor impulse control and needs his ego continuously inflated with offerings of money and animal sacrifices, you could very easily fall into a trap of deciding that everything in life that resembles it in some way is pure nonsense. We could very well be "just" the result of some child growing galaxies for a school assignment, but where does this theoretical child come from? I'm fairly certain that what I've heard referred to as the cosmic joke is that you will never find the end of the string of life, since there is always something more that is responsible, but also that you eventually just end up where you started again.

The idea of a god as it has been presented is one of absolute power, which in the end is a self-defeating concept since the manifestation of such a being would be dependant on certain conditions that would inherently be beyond the of control of this God person. If there is anything that can be considered an absolute truth to this life, in my experience, it is continuation by renewal. Everything else is net result. A bond through love or attraction is the only condition under which something can form where the laws of entropy would have there be nothing. Churches and the media put forth the idea that divinity is something separate from ourselves and our everyday lives, otherwise you wouldn't have anything to pay them for. You're meant to rely on some guy dressed in fancy robes who is recognised by people in even fancier robes as someone who can read and puke forth the sacred text, which itself was written long ago by people who said they were chosen by the god they just invented.

Divinity is all around us and is us in every living moment, just as every action is a note in an ad-libbed symphony. You can experience it in the trees and the wind that moves the leaves, but you can also encounter it in the most pointless creations of man. It's quite a comfort to know that no matter how far down the wrong path we go, if we choose to go that way, the life imperative will be there always, urging us on to face ourselves. It's a deep kind of trusting peace that forms when you start treating every moment as a communion with life itself. We won't be here forever and we're not in control, we were never meant to be. When you recognise love incarnate for what it is, it will smile upon you, but that doesn't mean things are going to get easy.