Prickles and Goo-Authorities and You

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There is something vital that we need to learn and need to teach our children.


In our journey ahead (of diminished individual rights and upended truths) it needs to be stressed that the current scientific authorities are no more deserving of our continued and automatic respect than the tyrannical and unjust religious authorities that we “grew out and away from”.

If we seriously want a chance for our young to exist as free citizens again, we need to address our attitudes regarding our “authorities” and the damage being wrought on us by them… which is not that different from the dark and abusive times of The Inquisition.

With differences being..
Us being hunted down and singled out to answer to and atone for our “lack of mental soundness”, instead of a religious “lack of faith”.
(Although we are being slandered and threatened for refusing to have faith in what they demand us to have faith in.)
Those expressing themselves against The System (especially males) being persecuted out in the open in the same manner as “witches” and heretics had been. With a public looking on and doing precious little aside from blindly agreeing or jeering.
We no longer hear the screams from tortured limbs being stretched and torn out of sockets, but there are plenty of outcries from wives, husbands, children and parents whose lives are being savaged and ripped to shreds; manipulated with the help of Media, under command from deceitful and/or misled “universal experts”.
With more- vague- than- legitimate, one-sided “studies” being shoved into our faces and snide brush-offs serving as replies to our questions- actions akin to the long ago enforced “holy instructions from God” and the dismissive waving of jeweled papal gloves in response to pleadings for mercy.

For those too young to appreciate that we once had a Bill of Rights that worked in our favor, it’s that sort of emotional and social tyranny which made our “freedom of speech” a priority declaration-so human beings would no longer have to fear for their lives over the condition of their infinitely flavored, flexible and fluid words, thoughts and opinions.

To be punished for words you no longer believe in because you matured or forcing you to “pay” for thoughts you expressed in a rare fit of anger, haste or even drunkenness……means that the Punisher is declaring that you aren’t expected to change, grow or evolve in ANY direction.

And to prove that point ,you will be punished “no matter what” along with the very notion of a human being  ABLE to change ..stomped into oblivion for future generations.

The fact that you grew away from certain ideas, changed view on certain preferences or developed into a better person after years of work….will not matter.

Only rocks, books and shoes can’t grow or change. Things.

If nature had intended for a human life to be a life of being punished for simply being a human being…any fool would appreciate what a waste of time our creation would have been.

There’s no time in this space (nor do I have the heart) to start listing the pains, ills, discomforts, upsets, confusions and violence we’ve been forced into suffering because of our blind trust in these what are termed as “prickle” sorts (within the included excerpt).
These “prickles” are going to puncture and bleed us dry on account of us being too gullible and “gooey”.

Alan Watts was a respected contemporary of these “authorities”; those who now clutch the keys to the kingdom in their tight fists-playing “god and master” and lording over human conditions which they themselves suffer deep and obvious deficits.

The presented section comes after he explains the history of how they (academic/scientific elites) came to secure a world’s confidence.

After centuries of suffering Religious overseers and the mythology of their “rights” to steer humankind in the ways they saw fit, the alternative philosophies Science offered seemed a naturally saner and more secure bet.
Within the neighborhood of a century or so, we’ve obviously come to find out just how painful bad bets can be.

We need to groom a solid sense of confidence into our young.
So they can at least avoid the shame of bowing their heads to other mere humans. Humans who don’t have the decency to act respectfully nor care to be humane to us because of this rigid insistence on us being “just things” that only They can “set right”.

We can start doing this, that is, if enough of us still have enough courage and common sense to do so.
If we hold any sort of concern for our children’s future Wellbeing. Or for their ability to love and be loved.

If the System can have the audacity to teach our children that our teachings as “old fashioned laws” are “long passed their time”.. then it’s our duty to stress how complete and total subservience to other mortal humans (re control over matters concerning one’s body and mind) is as primitive as it gets..

…and is the very last thing that our forefathers bled and died for.. in wars they were marched into… under the guarantees that they were doing so as protectors of their children’s “future freedoms”.

It’s the best gift I’ve given myself in a long time..if not from over the course of my entire
lovely and lousy… brilliant and bumbling….victorious and victimized…and mostly blessed and lucky lifetime.
Out of Your Mind: Essential Listening from the Alan Watts Audio Archives

A Petition Worth Writing

Sad little boy being hugged by his mother at home. Parenthood, Love and togetherness concept.

I suspect that the link at the end of this post is a “clever” way to get our people to “accept” the overhaul of some universal judicial system, as was mentioned by the “mysterious” messages carved into the dreadful Georgia Guidestones in 1980.


Considering how our voices have been muted to the laws, politicians and the world of “authorities” in general, the issue of our men and boys being socially brutalized onto sex offender lists without challenge nor the protections “we as a people” once upon a time had…
I would crawl my nude, wretched and fat carcass across broken glass to the devil…if I thought it would help our brothers and sons in any way towards getting rid of or drastically alleviating this blatant injustice against them.

For this is the way in wars; sometimes a glimmer of hope for negotiations opens.

The very worst that could happen is a continuance of the issue and a few more snickers snickered from the dark corners.

It’s better than not trying at all. They are our children, after all.
I pray we can remember that.

photo By Siam

Fantasy Flash Mob

Concert crowd with young girl having fun at indoor comcert with lights and smoke.

I just had a chuckle over an imaginary story scene.

I imagined thousands of people holding each others’ hands high in the air,
singing in unison to Loverboy’s 80s hit “Turn Me Loose”.

The chuckle bit?

It has to do with my imagining it happening in front of a United Nations protest over ongoing control and legislating over human sex lives-and all other things  directly or vaguely associated. Re their inherited and newly formed strategies and laws of  “population management” and the crafting of a better behaved human being, to their exclusive and “oh so wise” specifications.

It’s a flash mobby sort of fantasy where the folks finally get to plead against progressively worsening, maniacal and multiple schemes running and ruining their lives .

When the pain and irreversible damages are clearly seen as far outweighing the benefits of a “better- world- operated -by- better -men- via -beneficent- enslavement” lunacy.

With the crowd getting louder at certain verses-like this one
“..making love to whomever I please…”

Well, it beats shedding tears over it..again.

photo By cornfield

Black Factory Tempo

Vintage metronome, on a dark background.

“Me ,never thee”
“Me, never thee”
The clinking and clanking upon rickety
rails carrying cargo of those born sans a heart,
where the soulless arrive and the forlorn depart.

“Me, never thee”
“Me, never thee”
From the hollowed-out chests there beats nothing..
You see.
Though there stirs a vibration-a hypnotic thrum
as they tap the stressed flesh of our skin on the drum.

“Me, never thee”
“Me, never thee”
Crashing and booms of dark machinery.
From mechanical hands of automaton trolls
to hooked tips of their noses where beads of sweat roll..
to dangle like tears freshly squeezed from dry eyes.
Yet the fact they keep grinning…
shouldn’t come as surprise.

“Me, never thee”
“Me, never thee”
Sounds the bell
in the hell of this black factory.

by Ramsy

photo by kkolosov


Dear Media, Not That You Care..Just So You Know.

Pig in the mud on a farm in Finland

For the pigs on this Animal Farm, Media.
There is no fouler thing than using these deaths..over the recent screams of broken hearted mothers and the fresh tears that fathers are drowning in at this very minute..
as incendiary socio-political propaganda..
..and to spread this constant slander against MEN ; many who fight and have fought for this country( when “masculinity” is considered a “patriotic duty”) who end up being sent back home used and broken ..back to having their very nature systematically spit on..



Kicked. Blatantly mocked and shamed.

By you.
Your sort of nerve, Media, is as raw as the yellow is putrid running thru your rotten and collective spine.
Not that you care..Just so you know.

photo By sokko_natalia

Regeneration of a Demon Tree

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It reminds me of the influence of The System on four generations of young children-this forced hybrid fence and tree monstrosity.

The metal representing all of the ugliness and obscene harshness filtered throughout their psyches. The tree representing the children.. or rather , what remains of childhood.

The wire seems to weave in and out of the woody flesh but it’s the tree that ended up doing the hard work of growing around it and despite it.


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With unforgiving punctures and what look like surreal organic bandages, the effects of the fence appear all over in ghastly and glamorous exaggerations.


If the mind’s eye is utilized “just so” one can even spot an ironic side view of what appears to be a demon, forever imprinted and worked into the surface.

I was repulsed and hypnotized by it at the same time.
My heart also ached in the strangest way when I looked at the leaves.


As if their home wasn’t a mauled and mutilated chunk; stuck forever with a cruel and cold partner it never wanted..
As if they still sprung from the once long and healthy limbs that used to grow towards the sky..
From arms no longer there.. since workers yanked and sawed the poor things away from the equally violent intentions of the fence.

The beauty of those gorgeous and perfectly formed leaves.
No matter how ugly and violent and cruel of a life their mother had to endure..
No matter how the scenery changed around them..

My heart ached over the damages done to our children, to us, over several decades by a system. This fence with barbed wire running along the top- illustrating all too perfectly the undiscussed and unchallenged condition of our existence.

It also ached with a strange sort of joyful assurance.. about a future that most of us may never live long enough to see.

It’s a feeling of joy which came from this reminder of the magical resilience of Nature.

It’s about seeds carried into the future and a beautiful regeneration which won’t require inadequate human hands nor be left permanently damaged by the insane human minds of a System..which had no business being set up where it was set up in the first place.

photos © Ramsy 2019

I Was a Woman. I Guess.

nude body girl. Naked woman back

A court case caught my attention recently.
Broke my heart is what it did.
It reminded me of a routine humiliation I went through as a little girl.
It’s something I never found anyone to relate to because it was such a unique molestation.

And then, decades later, I read this blatant horror.

Though it took my breath away, I’m fully aware that the trolls dragging our society into this Black hole as they are, are doing so with shrugs all around and with nothing but a sense of indifferent glee-over being so thoroughly hidden and thoroughly effective.
Like all good cowards tend to do and be.

I was moved to write a bit of fiction about an “everywoman” character stuck in this nightmare.
It’s the only thing I’m able to do, unfortunately..being in the same ragged and wretched boat as everyone else in this nothings and nobodies at the mercy of even the highest courts in this land.

At the very least, stories such as these can (or should) bring about a more sobering reality of how much trouble our daughters truly are in…if we continue turning to a smiling and “caring” System for answers.

When it couldn’t care less if we lived or died a thousand deaths each and every day.

(No, there was no Mr. So-n-So for me.
It was more like Mr and Mrs. So-n-so before they headed off to bed..if it matters.
Which it doesn’t. Not anymore.)

I Was A Woman. I Guess.

She said..

“I am a woman.

And I did a bad thing.
I stole some money and other things that landed me in prison.
I don’t believe all that much in making excuses, but you seem like you may understand.
About the single mom. Poor, desperate and such.
I guess.

I was raised with a lot of good, a little of the bad. Nothing special.
I chased after butterflies as a little girl.
When I got a little older, I tried chasing a few dreams.
Maybe the same as you.

I guess.

I am a woman. And a bad thing happened to me last week.
I’m still in prison, as I will be for a few more years. As I know and accepted.
I don’t get into any extra trouble but found myself being punished anyway.
Like one of those bad times I had as a little girl
with “Mr. So n So”
When he had me take off my clothes and lay down on the bed
so.. he could get “a good look at me.”

He said I had to keep it a secret or else my parents would be pissed, you know?
He’d touch himself and I’d keep my eyes closed.
Burning with shame.
Wishing I could shrink. Needing desperately to disappear. Although I never once did.
I suppose that’s not quite what you’ve experienced.
I guess.

I’m a woman.
And it took a minute or two getting that pain behind me.
Well.. until last week.
When I was told to strip.
Told to spread my privates wide open.
In front of men’s eyes.
Burning with shame.
Wishing I could shrink. But because
I am a woman
I choked down the tears. Hard.  
Because I fought too long and went through too much in this life
to end up letting these folks see me break down like a little girl…

I am a woman.
Or at least I thought so.
Not this voiceless and worthless and helpless Thing that
I was taught
I was promised
I was assured
and reassured that I would never be
As the woman I only thought I was.

I guess.”


written by Ramsy

photo By eugenepartyzan



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