The Type of Master That They Serve

Many times, higher end authority figures enlist the assistance of lessor grade authorities for various schemes and plans.
Sometimes, those schemes involve destroying people and things, for the sake of
accomplishing “glorious” or “world changing” things.


Those who go along with the suggestions,

( from the golden tongues of highly educated and popular world brains, I’m sure)

can end up talking themselves into doing things that they would never have imagined doing otherwise.

But just as long as they have this “better world for all” carrot bouncing in front of their elegant and polished snouts, the sky is the limit.


They can find themselves voluntarily assisting in things like murder, stealing, heisting extra cracker packs from the salad bar…you know.
Some may claim that these days can serve as a good example of this socio-psycho ass kissery.
Those lessor authorities such as governors, professors, doctors, celebrities, so forths and so ons from across the nations, demanding the masking of their peoples during this “viral epidemic”.

(although they have yet to say anything or take immediate action regarding any real health epidemics. Like the ones bringing millions of us to our knees health-wise every day-corporate sponsored radiation poisoning, forced sterilizations, enforced mental retardation…piddly matters like that.)
The ones who have turned the “suggestions” from their adored and respected “betters” at the CDC and have molded them into “regulations”. Laws. Opportunities.
When we demand questions be answered, as to what proofs or evidence there are for these laws being enforced, the lessor authorities huff up and puff gales of insult, derision and threats at us as responses.
Not caring that they are still able to be seen by minds that haven’t been completely disabled …
Or that, when it comes to the definition of “traitor”, they actually and factually could have sketches of their grinning faces alongside the word.
Those guys and gals.

The ones who have a  “better” class of human beings to listen to other than us.
Flashy folk with pretty rings, “fly” watches on their wrists and a helicopter or two at their disposal to go hunting down hot models and good times. That is, if I may be allowed a sarcastic and adolescent illustration of their “wealth and power”.

Folks who hold up their noses just so and narrow their bright and intellectual peepers just right when they speak about “grown folks” subjects of high finance and such. Folks with walls of degrees which obviously, absolutely and positively guarantee that they know what they’re talking about.

And that there’s no way on Earth that they could be telling lies. Of course.


We’re going to be stuck with this disaster for a while yet.

As little “insignificant” and “disposable” riff raff, we’re going to be stuck going along with punishments and regulations whether we like them or not.


Our money will be controlled and our sex lives will be eradicated under a certain income level and severely adjusted for the other, to mention just a few upcoming and increased violations.
One section of the populace will be grinning wide smiles to keep the moods “forward looking and positive!” because “nothing’s wrong”.
Yet, they’ll be the ones behind closed doors, retching and sweating buckets of anxious and persistent confusion..because they honestly won’t know what to think.
While another section, fully aware of the whole fiasco, but too poor and insignificant for anyone to listen to them……will be tying off noose knots and knocking back pills by unprecedented trainloads, just to get the hell outta here.
It’s going to be “something else”, that’s for sure.


In the meantime, it’s also worth mentioning that we “cattle” also have a tendency to act as if we lost all sense and dignity when responding to the Masters-in shabbier dressed and less well spoken versions of our politicians and other bright spark hot shots.
It can be seen in how we hold ourselves when in their presence.
Like little children with their little chests puffed out, standing next to their important Daddy or real pretty Mom.

Some who go as far as to ape the dress styles and/or whispery academic vocal tones; though they may be completely lost in true understanding or secretly suffer from inborn and eternal bad tastes.


It’s for those lessor authorities

(the nicer ones who stabbed us in the back, not the “meanies”)

for whom which I’ll write down what I have to.


For their dignity’s sake, for further down the road.

For when they find out what’s at the core of the personalities that they’ve been accommodating.
I don’t want them feeling too bad, because it may come as a complete shock to a few “well-meaning” accessories.
I’m choosing to highlight a few sections from an earlier version of the declaration of a “secret war” against US citizens in general. Allegedly from a Bilderberg conference in 1979.

One can piece together their general opinion of us within their various and specific complaints over how “despicable” we are.

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One can understand how lessor authorities could agree.

The actions mentioned can be regarded as spineless examples of the ways we chose to handle laws affecting our lives, sure.
I suppose..

(if only to spare their precious majesties from being so sickened by our not “fighting for ourselves”)

…that we could have done better.


However, when one looks at “choices” we never had, concerning these things..
Like the federal punishments we faced, and currently face, if we DARE try saying “no” when and if we’re called to service.

The open hostilities and humiliation we can face from our leaders and various “patriotic” authorities, along with our neighbors, for trying to ship our sons to safety and/or risking severe punishments for ourselves.

Millions of ‘us’ were forced into sacrificing our sons to war-not because we’re a bunch of selfish dummies …as was snidely suggested by the forebears of the Masters we are now being ruled under.
Or the devastation of losing our assets after being dragged through courts by our governments…for DARING to not pay our taxes.

Frozen bank accounts, frozen wages or any variety of other punishments and harassments -over which many men killed themselves over, over the years after forced income tax payments became a permanent fixture in our society.
Yes, I suppose the most proper and intellectual individuals would have a right to voice disgust over our inaction.


But come on, man…what kind of creatures are we talking about here?
The type of creatures who would call human beings “idiots” and “cowards” for trying to save themselves from being thrown into prison or from losing their entire lives due to NOT obeying the laws?
Especially while being the creatures who put all of those laws into place in the first place?
I don’t know what type of creatures they should be referred to as- although they’ve been more than generous supplying specific definitions for us as creatures- but….
I can say, with fullest confidence, that they most certainly are not the sort of creatures one should be stepping and fetching for , with the  wide, dumb and adoring smiles on our faces as we do.

They are not the type of creatures anyone should hold in highest regard, with us silent and heads bowed when they openly insult us.
That’s for damned sure.


Not with the nasty and putrid ways that they have referred to us, while handing the baton to members of the next generation-who are currently busy doing their “thing”.


Even though we may have to suffer their laws..
There is no law on this Earth that obliges us to treat them like we end up doing.

With our eyes bugged out, holding up and waving banners and clawing through the air for a lousy autograph. Hanging onto their every word like gospel. Watching idiot talk show panel members “debate” their words and “what they meant.”
Not from these people. Not anymore. Those days of extreme and honoring looks of “worship” should melt away into silent looks of disdain and/or indifference.
That’s one thing we can start working on…. in our captivity.


The open displays of affection, awe or respectful nods of heads to every thing coming out of their mouths.
Crowding around their vehicles at events, where they’ve got bodyguards to teach you a lesson if you step too close to these self appointed “gods”.

There’s no need to dishonor ourselves by continuing these gestures and teaching our children to repeat them.

We can pay the bills without giving them the satisfaction of calling us every name in the book because we act as if we’re still “too stupid to live.”


Let them carry on with their idiot Utopian kick.

With their sci-fi born “humanity laws”; snickering into their tea because they can’t believe how easy it was to openly get rid of so many idiots…with other idiots beating them to death.
Sure. A big Congratulations on that to them. Ya got us. Big Whoop.
Real men and women, healthy no-nonsense human beings..

(like the American was shaping up to be when “Jealous and the Gang” came sidewinding up to us),

….would have taken a couple of years to tie things up.
They wouldn’t have snuck around, pussyfooting for over a century, that’s for sure.
They would have had the solid guts to announce that we were screwed to our faces-
…curfews at 8. Nobody ignore that or else me and Papa will be in to talk to you later.”


It’s those types of individuals…sneaky, calculating, dishonest, careless, arrogant and flamboyant in the “hidden” sarcasms that they display….that I feel would bring great shame to a few lessor authorities who do their bidding in these current times.

If they had the better fortunes of better thinking abilities or more soundly educated, I don’t doubt that they’d have chosen otherwise.
They wouldn’t have signed off on any anti-Constitutional treaties so easily.

And they surely wouldn’t have risked exposing the safety and health of our children to people who carried a legacy filled with that much hate and disgust for them.
If these lessor authorities went crazy supporting the (unjust) tearing down of Southern Civil War memorials, screaming about “the messages of insult” that these memorials allegedly represented..
Then I highly doubt those insults uttered about us (our grand-parents at the time) would have sat too well with the lessor authorities of that or this time.

1. Learn What You Are

A lecture given by Alan Watts that can help you start learning about Who

and What you’ve always been and have a right to Be.

No matter what any other mortal man says.

 

 

 

My Two Cents on “Marianne and Leonard: Words of Love”

(“Make sure you’re doing the wrong thing”-a quote from the movie that was a professional/ personal greeting directed toward the artist highlighted in this film…which the viewer would be do very well to remember …)

It’s a well-done documentary about one artist’s influence on the people around him and the world of entertainment in general.

There’s also another story stashed within, not so easily seen but with notable connection to the degradation happening within our modern society.
That is, if one can allow him/herself just a shade more flexibility of imagination and forgiveness for the treading around graver suspicions.


From the best of my expressive and clumsy abilities, I’d say it was the story of a prince.
A prince born into, and the spawn of, the same tribe which survives to this day…to lie, manipulate, molest and muddy the lives of all who do not “belong” to their tribe..
-Those of us who barely deserve the common decency of being regarded as “human” .
According to the oft repeated and bold boastings of their hollow and callously lunatic forebears.
Although they have enjoyed themselves immensely. At the expense of our dignity.
Although their lips, mouths and kisses have announced and sworn, over and over, how much we have been loved, respected and cherished..
It’s all been a most nasty and gargantuan sized lie.
Although they’ve been at our tables to dine and have danced at our parties to celebrate our children’s birthdays and other intimate milestones..
For our entire lives. For a long, long time. The world over.


I speak as a child who was forced to arrive into this world, as an unwanted obstacle to the “good times” and “revolutions” of the young adults led astray by this “tribe”.
When they (our parents) were marched and hypnotized towards this global gingerbread house of “liberation”…only to end up eaten alive , ruined and screwed irreversibly.


Yes, I can see another story in this otherwise “charming” tribute of a documentary.
Maybe, others can as well.


For the future where we have to dig ourselves out from this ruin.
When we start salvaging our treasures; to keep them safe against our chests, instead of foolishly and drunkenly handing them over to a united clan of wicked and grinning tricksters.

Tricksters and hucksters allowed far too much freedom to have built the confidences that they have.
If we can only cease this voluntary “blindness” and see them for what they truly are.
And for the time when an even more hard bitten and stronger generation lock eyes with the “princes” and “princesses” who dare continue to try playacting us as fools..
If only to let them know that their transparent and diseased “hustles’ are evident in much too many recorded and documented pieces of evidence (in the art, the movies, the biographies, the books, scripts, songs….ALL of it) for them to continue, without exposing and confirming themselves , not as the “slick” engineers and heroic “bosom buddies”  as we’ve spent a century believing…

But as the most stubborn and ignorant social criminals that this world has ever been forced to live infected by…

The longer they continue…also as the most pathetic and embarrassing ones, on top of it all.


Once again…

(“Make sure you’re doing the wrong thing”-a quote from the movie that was a professional/ personal greeting directed toward the artist highlighted in this film…which the viewer would be do very well to remember …)

Promised Destination

Baby boy sleeping on car safety seat

photo By Pixel-Shot 

 

Promised Destination

You know that feeling from when you weren’t a child..?
Waking up, sleepy and rubbing your tiny fists into your tiny eyes…
In the backseat of the family car?
When your mama didn’t lean over tenderly to kiss you awake a little bit more?
And her large and beautiful face wasn’t in front of yours, waiting patiently for her darling to wake up a teensy bit more..
Remember that?
When you suddenly sat straight up to look outside of the car window.
Holding so tight onto her hand
Because the excitement in you would have set you afloat like a helium balloon otherwise.
After arriving at the place you’d been eagerly waiting to get to.
After that long, long trip across the country , shut in tight with the family who never loved or cherished you.
Ya. Well, that’s what this is all about.
The promise of that journey that no one ever made or kept for you.
As you unfasten the straps to the car seat which snugly hug the child that you love…
With him flashing that goofy double toothed grin of excitement
that you can’t live without seeing..
When he asks you if you truly and finally got to where you promised you’d be getting.
And you can proudly say “Yes.”
Fulfilling that promise of a journey that was never made nor meant for you.


by Ramsy

One Weird Copyrights Infringement

SURELY….there’s GOT to be one heckuva copyrights infringement sort of matter for us to look into…
If we have had our genders manipulated and our intelligence purposefully altered.
Right?
I hate admitting this, but it’s a thought that recently hit me and made me chuckle some actual and non bitter laughs out loud.

I mean this with an exclaimed “Dude!” directed to the jokers of my generation who won’t grow up.
And a “Bro!” To the generation not allowed to grow up….with a melancholy and slight smile.


Let’s say that (in a hypothetical deal) all the top secret biological study information at top universities decided to take pity on us peasants and walked itself into our possession.
I’m sure we’d have a compilation of documents that would basically point in the direction of all of our functions/parts having been studied and subjected to (at the very least) being changed (if not also controlled) at the hands of “inventors” who don’t own the patent to alleged “invention”.
Hm?
Sure.


It was a little mental doo- dad that I wanted to share and one that gave me a little laugh.

If that sounds insensitive, Hey…

if there was a more bitter, affected or hurt individual than myself , if these things were true..I haven’t met that person. Yet.
One can bet all that they own..and then some..I’ve shed some pretty heavy tears, over the top of a deeply aching heart ..simply thinking on the whole horrific scenario.
And it took me half of my adult life to even consider it anywhere near the realm of possibilities.
Not from the science institution that I admired and prayed (as a little girl) to have a chance to study “when I grew up”.
Naw.
Not that world of intellectual guys who made me beam with pride , as a teenager, because I was SO sure that they’d be the ones to finally free us from the last dark remnants of religious ignorance.
(That was important to me at 15. Go figure.)

They were going to bring me snazzy toys and cure not so snazzy diseases forever more.

My kind of guys” I often thought as a young adult when I’d snicker away one conspiracy theory after the next, “There’s no way on earth..no, no, no…No way, Jose. Not them”


Seriously, though…there is still room for a little humor in it all.
It’s a damned devastating idea, of course, but still…
If we couldn’t laugh about serious matters in our lives, we all know what “they” say about how much crying would be done.
Thanks for reading.


As a gift, I’m sending along a movie suggestion.

It’s a true story-a documentary on how a set of triplets discovered one another after growing up apart from each other.

And then they found out an even bigger surprise later.

A heartbreaking and life changing surprise.


It’s also the film that includes mention of top secret research papers at Stanford which the public isn’t allowed to see until 2065.

Which should be….let’s see..around the time we’re all dead.
So…hope you find time for the film.
And maybe a little forgiveness for the earlier expression of amusement…if it didn’t sound too bad.
Be well.


original photo By Drobot Dean

Eternally Loved but Never Victorious

Silhouette of a young mother lovingly kissing her little child o

I will share a lecture by Alan Watts that can serve as a reminder re: our current and global transitioning.


Nature..WILL win.
Not in the hands of those who pretend to have her best interests in mind.
She doesn’t need their “help”.

Whether they like it or not, can’t quite place their finger on the reality of it or not..

She is the One who created the breath with which they choose to spoil with lies and the gnarled little paws which they work their childish schemes with .

She is the One who will remind them of this Fact..in ways they can’t defend against, understand nor stop.

And fairly soon.


Because wicked children aren’t allowed ultimate rewards for attacking their siblings. Fellow siblings (no matter their “station” in life or “value” given) who are and have been her most precious children.

Siblings entitled to freedom  ….just like they’ve been entitled to but refuse to allow for others.

Siblings born as masters over their own bodies…just as they claim for themselves but have refused to allow for others.

Siblings who weren’t meant to suffer through an overabundance of misery and needless intrusions; a mercy which they take full advantage of , as they themselves remain hidden and owl eyed in the darkness, like the cowards they choose to be.

Siblings She breathed the essence of life into, as part of the pact that only true mothers can provide children she truly loves and means to do well by.

Just as (hating to admit it as I am-for I’m merely a hard headed child myself) they have and always will be loved, as well.


It doesn’t work that way.
They are loved and were allowed the same free will..

(although used for hoarding worthless treasures and destroying all life around them..just to repeat the same cycles of self loathing..by taking it out on those “weaker” and happier than them. For nothing )

..but they will not win.

Period.


photo By areebarbar

What are We Supposed to Do About It?

You know..
I get a dry kind of kick when I’m informed of there not being a need to stress any of the wrongdoings going on.

It’s usually from friends who have sweet and content lives going on. Politics bore them. Or they simply feel that nothing is worth the risk or hassle unless it’s of “much more important” matters.
I understand. Sure. Every individual has different ideas on what’s important, I get that.
However, when I present a hypothetical scenario to these “Joe Cool” kind of buddies of mine, on what they would do if they walked in on someone actively using their grandmother’s face for boxing practice..
Well, let’s just say it’s not appreciated when I snark out an additional question on whether they’d be able to grab a hot dog with me in the middle of this very hypothetical and truly weird assault.


Then, there’s the typical and hopelessly expressed
“What in the world can we do then, if we can’t do anything?”
There’s plenty to do, even though we can’t fight them.

They own everything. The majority of corporations are in loyal and long -standing support of them.

It’s not as if the meek will or can miraculously grow courage overnight, if at all ever again.


To tell the honest truth, the majority of us mattered so very little on their radar as worthwhile “things”… that we were immediately sentenced to be “gotten rid of” long before we were conceived.

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A surrealist pessimist could say that our choosing to be born was a foolish waste of energy.


I know these things.
I was conceived at one of those love-ins held across the nation in ’68.
In a warped sense, the UN is the only “being” that planned for me and “wanted” things like me around.

As negative and troubling characters to figure into the destruction and all around screwing up of America.


I was reminded on the constant that I wasn’t wanted, by my adoptive mother, as a little girl. And I grew to be so intolerable of an individual, that my birth mother forbade me from contacting her ever again..after I met her for the first time, decades ago.
So, ya..I wouldn’t consider myself (my youngest self anyway) a desirable nor quality kind of creature to bother keeping around. Nor even worth thinking about at all actually.


That’s not the point. I’ve had my turn on this ride.
Hard times are ahead..for my children.
For the people who will love them, hang around them and share their lives.
If I can help them avoid the pitfalls and traps thrown down by other people, then that’s what I will do.
It is what I am SUPPOSED to do. Most importantly. What I WANT to do.
I am fully aware that I am a “sappy and ignorant beast”

(not their exact words- just the best way to describe how it feels to read how they feel about us ) for harboring feelings of love for my children while trying to raise them.

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But..
Funnily enough, with all of the books, pamphlets, school classes, movies, TV shows, magazines, seminars, advertisements, songs and posters that the UN’s beloved media cranked out during my childhood, my teen years, my adolescence, my adulthood…never ONCE did I pick up on that particular message.
I seem to have goofed up by paying attention to all this stuff being spoken about “loving your neighbor as yourself”, being kind, being nice, being “this” and gee whiz a little of “that” too.
With the noise going on about all that mushy stuff about honor, trust and additional bla bla, I must have missed that part where I was supposed to pop out and abandon my junior “things” into the UN’s loving and warm arms (in their grand little “village”) to raise.


That’s perfectly OK too, though.
Because it just so happens, I had the opportunity to enjoy bringing those experiences into play for my own life. No thanks to them.

Against all odds, no matter what..

This “worthless” woman actually managed to see and enjoy loving and being loved along the way. I dare say that I may have done a little bit of good, that meant something to someone that actually had value, along the way.


It’s what convinced me that there was a true Creator.

Finally. For I did have a “few” doubts along the way.
One who cared for me. Truly.
One who blessed my life with ground beneath my feet..despite every square inch being dug out from under me by the only powers that matter on this earth.
One that let me know that I was worth something and that nothing was ever too great of a mistake or too dreadful of a crime for me to not be forgiven…as long as I was sincere enough to face facts and actually do the work that all “good books” asked of us.
Oh, we got promises of those things, of protected health, protected happiness by the only powers that matter, of course.

But those “guarantees” never materialized (as far as I noticed over fifty years) from them, whenever I was foolish enough to do as they suggested or as I was instructed.

I know I could be accused of being a fool for “listening” to productions on the screen or from the radio… but there isn’t much to go on when you’re a young human growing up without a family (or herd) who loves you and gives two sniffs about what happens to you.

Folks prone to letting you know how much you’re regretted and what a waste you are..they don’t really spend much time on such trivialities, with kids they delight in calling “unwanted garbage”.


That’s ALL I had to go on. To show me how to act. How to grow. Where the “best direction” was in order for me to be accepted and worth something in society.

The dictates, doctrine and  info from only one source; that at least had an investment in keeping my miserable hump fenced in on this planet, until it was time for me to expire.

The good ole UN and its spectacular system of propaganda.


My children were born to be loved more than any treasures that any man could want or own.
Despite the flaws, the screw-ups and the occasional bickering.


I already grew up with the “love” and “caring” of this god awful joke of an institution.
The one that is actively hustling, tricking and herding our children away from us. Turning them against us and so forth. Destroying them.
While it’s  no big bag of gumballs to me and my own life…if I were to leave my children with no defenses or ways to understand what is truly in store for them, in the UN’s “care” as helpless slaves, it would be the most cruel and emotionally violent thing I would ever do in my life.
If I have no choice as to the magnitude of damages or the length of time involved in these damages, I most certainly have a choice…and a right…to do my best to warn them and advise them on who to not trust (EVER)  in order to have a much happier and safer existence for themselves.


I can’t even begin to try imagining how to pretend that things are “all right”..if one were to be honest with themselves on what’s happening.
The thought conjures up the image of being a brain dead and emotionless mannequin. Unable to see anything and unable to move.
Despite my “disabled” nature, I have to say..even I can’t act that well..at all.


There is PLENTY to do.

Not to win some ridiculous battle where we’re in the barrel and they’re above armed with shotguns and those stupid smirks they’re so fond of wearing.

There’s plenty to do to help our youth survive this atrocious mess. To live…with dignity, confidence and security…through it all.
Until they come out of the other side. When they’ll be finally free and finally able to set about repairing what will take a string of generations to soothe, repair..and hopefully forget about.


There are many things.
One main thing being the complete and thorough disassociation with Media-as it exists now.
No more getting bugged by company ads that come at you as if you wouldn’t manage to survive without being reminded of what you need. Or convincing you of junk you don’t need.
No more convincing your daughters that freely exposing their genitalia to the world is some sort of “female empowerment”.

No more transparent five dollar goon shows where the world of “serious” politics is run exactly like a board game; complete with red colors for one side of the board and blue for the other; different s–t, exact same sides of one force.
No more seeing the worst of groups you’re not familiar with, or being told  lies about  groups of human beings by one unchallenged tribe.

Lies that erode so many angles of so many global relationships that is truly an ugly crying shame to know that grown adults actually earn their fortunes doing this..in this modern age. Even worse, with us pathetic enough to worship them and treat them with more respect than our own blood kin.
And no more spreading specific and influential suggestions-dripped through our “veins” like an ivy of psychic poison, year after year, decade after decade. From the start of modern Media…

Throughout my own coming of age…

 

 

(these vids are a nice sampling of how loyal Massa’s pets often were in those days; obviously wearing and showing off their master’s collar as they did.)
..to today-which I don’t need to present examples for.

We know what the many examples are, of today’s Media’s rot and infestation.

We forked over enough cash to help them build their comfortable and gilded lives for the “privilege” of being conditioned by them.. So, we should know them already.


That was just the top layer of disease that will be eradicated..when we decide to get serious about doing something.

At merciful least, we can teach and groom our children to do the same for their children; the children they’re allowed to keep, that is.
It’s simple. And very easy to start doing.


I do have the right , at the very least, to do that.

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