The Bright Side of the Sun

Firemen.

2009-09-15T02:32:00.002-07:00

Happy.

2009-09-15T02:32:00.001-07:00

When I was five years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life.

Inside Job.

2009-09-15T02:30:00.001-07:00

Kurt Sonnenfeld: There were many things, in hindsight, that were disturbing at Ground Zero. It was odd to me that I was dispatched to go to New York even before the second plane hit the South Tower, while the media was still reporting only that a “small plane” had collided with the North Tower — far too small of a catastrophe at that point to involve FEMA . FEMA was mobilized within minutes, whereas it took ten days for it to deploy to New Orleans to respond to Hurricane Katrina, even with abundant advance warning! It was odd to me that all cameras were so fiercely prohibited within the secured perimeter of Ground Zero, that the entire area was declared a crime scene and yet the “evidence” within that crime scene was so rapidly removed and destroyed. And then it was very odd to me when I learned that FEMA and several other federal agencies had already moved into position at their command center at Pier 92 on September 10th, one day before the attacks!

http://www.voltairenet.org/article160636.html

Authority and the public.

2009-09-15T02:29:00.003-07:00

I've just been watching the recent plethora of anti-police videos on pootube, stuff with Darren Pollard and those two great guys outside the US Embassy with the megaphone. I'm very interested in this idea of English Common Law, which basically says that you can't break the law unless you harm someone or cause loss to someone. John Harris, in particular for me, though I'm sure there are others, makes the point that the vast majority of the things which the legal system says we do wrong are not based on laws at all, but rather on legal statutes, which are nothing more than company policy and only apply to you if you accept that they do. Now, I haven't done enough research into whether or not this is a) true or b) workable, though I would much like to think it is. When I'm sure, you can be sure I'll be screaming it, or at least posting it, hur hur hur.
The point of this missive is, rather, to tell you of my observations concerning these videos, and the recent mainstream media preoccupation with turning the public against the police and government. I see that bad feeling is being encouraged in a rabid manner. Those of us with sufficient memory to recall the MP Expenses scandal will have another point to consider; how the papers so sensationally presented their evidence that MPs have been scamming money from the treasury. I find it hard to align the fact that the tax money we pay has always been used to fuel horrifically evil invasions of foreign lands with the sudden rage that members of the government are also using our money to buy plastic shit and free food. It just doesn't seem to make sense why people get so angry about a few extra pencils and not about the napalm, minefields and hidden torture. Anyway, before I fly too far off topic. My point is this:
I see that the mass of people are being trained to feel an anger against their leaders. I'd love to believe that the 'truther' movement has just suddenly developed due to better global communication or more obvious pushes by those in control towards their wet dream of absolute global fascist control, but being the cautious coward I tend to be, I'm seeing the chance of something else.
If they want their plan to see frution with this current group of leaders, why would they allow the current movement to exist in this form? It makes very little sense to a former strategy-addict that they would not have at least another hidden plan enclosed in what we are seeing as something positive, yet again. I'm not trying to be some kind of Eli Rook character, or some such devil's advocate, but when we heard that Obama was being presented as The Saviour, could it not have been yet another double-bluff?
My predictions are consistently well off, so I'm not going to try that again.

I have not researched the English Common Law thing because I fail to see why a free-born lifeform in the universe needs even that, sweet and cool as it might be. I trust my own internal knowing, and this is why I'm waiting for a much bigger fake saviour to come to feed off our fertilised hatred of our evil governments.

"No one is so fully enslaved as he who believes he is free," or something like that.

How I know Swindle Flu is a Swindle

2009-09-15T02:29:00.001-07:00

Dear all:

School closed amid swine flu fear.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/8046595.stm

"Scottish Health Secretary Nicola Sturgeon said 23 pupils in the boy's class were being treated with tamiflu."

http://www.prlog.org/10228319-tamiflu-causes-delirium-and-suicide-in-children.html

http://psychcentral.com/news/2006/11/15/fda-warns-about-suicide-delirum-associated-with-tamiflu

http://injury-law.freeadvice.com/drug-toxic_chemicals/tamiflu-suicide.htm

"An Inverclyde Council statement said: "Staff have been working to contact all the parents of primary one children to arrange for them to pick up courses of Tamiflu."

Tamiflu is made by Roche Pharma.

Tamiflu profits soar when there is a Flu scare, which is hyped by the media even though not many people actually die.

For example:

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=e83_1240893103 (MUST WATCH!)

http://www.blacklistednews.com/news-4062-0-5-5--.html

http://www.ukmedix.com/tamiflu/tamiflu-roche-profits.cfm

http://www.rushmoredrive.com/LatestNews/Flu_a_windfall_for_some_drugmakers_shares_jump.aspx?ArticleId=5319259840353550963

http://mx.truveo.com/2007-medical-headlines/id/396316802926640381

Roche doesn't allow governments to make their own versions of this poisonous drug.

http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/leading-articles/leading-article-the-big-questions-of-life-death--and-profits-511667.html

The Roche board of directors go to meetings with, give donations to, and accept gifts from politicians, bankers, media moguls and other business people.

Here is the board of directors:

http://www.roche.com/about_roche/management/board_of_directors.htm

And here are some examples of this:

Prof. Dr Horst Teltschik is a member of the International Advisory Board of the Council on Foreign Relations, New York.

See that here:

http://www.roche.com/about_roche/management/board_of_directors/board_of_directors-teltschik.htm

Dr Wolfgang Ruttenstorfer:

Chairman of the Board of Governors of the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank Group.

See that here:

http://www.roche.com/about_roche/management/board_of_directors/board_of_directors-ruttenstorfer.htm

Dr DeAnne Julius:

Member, Court of Bank of England

Chairman, Royal Institute of International Affairs

See that here:

http://www.roche.com/about_roche/management/board_of_directors/board_of_directors-julius.htm

Now, is it only about money?

http://pakalert.wordpress.com/2009/04/28/flu-pandemic-hype-another-pretext-for-world-government/

The Council On Foreign Relations:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Members_of_the_Council_on_Foreign_Relations

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_on_Foreign_Relations

The Royal Institute For International Affairs:

http://sourcewatch.org/index.php?title=Royal_Institute_for_International_Affairs

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chatham_House

So, please don't allow anyone to give this drug, or any other, to your children. Take it yourself at your own risk.

I haven't found any dirt on Nicola Sturgeon as yet.

Please inform me of any mistakes I may have made.

Best Wishes,

Zenly Banstardous.

David Icke:

2009-09-15T02:23:00.001-07:00

David Icke Newsletter Preview
IT'S NOT THE FLU ...

... IT'S THE VACCINE

The David Icke Newsletter Goes Out On Sunday

Jane Burgermeister has filed bioterrorism charges with the FBI against Avir Green Hills Biotechnology, based in Austria; Baxter AG, also in Austria; and its parent company Baxter International in Deerfield, Illinois. Guess which company is providing much of the swine flu vaccine for mass inoculation - Baxter International. This is the same Baxter International that sent bird flu virus to European laboratories 'by mistake' earlier this year and it was mixed with a seasonal flu virus to create a much more dangerous strain.

Last year at least 81 people were killed by Baxter International's contaminated blood-thinning product, heparin, which was made in China from, among other things, pig intestines. Isn't pharmaceutical medicine wonderful? The contaminated heparin also seriously injured hundreds of others and it was revealed that the factory of Baxter's Chinese supplier had never been inspected by either American or Chinese public 'protection' agencies.

More than 50 dialysis patients died in 2001 because of faults with Baxter International equipment, and this month Baxter Healthcare Corporation, a subsidiary of Baxter International, reached an out-of-court settlement of two million dollars with the State of Kentucky. Baxter had been caught inflating the cost of intravenous drugs sold to Kentucky Medicaid by as much as 1,300 per cent.

This is clearly a company you can trust and it is now is a major source of the swine flu vaccine that governments across the world want to impose upon entire populations with the most minimal safety checks. The vaccine is being fast-tracked through the regulatory system with safety trials lasting less than a week. The London Times reported:

'Regulators at the European Medicines Agency said the fast-tracked procedure has involved clinical trials of a "mock-up" vaccine similar to the one that will be used for the biggest mass vaccination programme in generations. It will be introduced into the general population while regulators continue to carry out simultaneous clinical trials.'

My emphasis.

The scale and speed of the planned vaccination programme is insane given that the overwhelming majority of those who have contracted the virus have had very mild symptoms. Dr Peter Holden of the Rothschild-controlled British Medical Association said that although swine flu was not causing serious illness they were eager to start a mass vaccination campaign, beginning with 'priority groups'. Ugh?? This is not about public health and never was.

Ten things you're not supposed to know about the swine flu vaccine

2009-09-15T02:20:00.000-07:00

Ten things you're not supposed to know about the swine flu vaccine

(At least, not by anyone in authority...)

#1 - The vaccine production was "rushed" and the vaccine has never been tested on humans. Do you like to play guinea pig for Big Pharma? If so, line up for your swine flu vaccine this fall...

#2 - Swine flu vaccines contain dangerous adjuvants that cause an inflammatory response in the body. This is why they are suspected of causing autism and other neurological disorders.

#3 - The swine flu vaccine could actually increase your risk of death from swine flu by altering (or suppressing) your immune system response. There is zero evidence that even seasonal flu shots offer any meaningful protection for people who take the jabs. Vaccines are the snake oil of modern medicine.

#4 - Doctors still don't know why the 1976 swine flu vaccines paralyzed so many people. And that means they really have no clue whether the upcoming vaccine might cause the same devastating side effects. (And they're not testing it, either...)

#5 - Even if the swine flu vaccine kills you, the drug companies aren't responsible. The U.S. government has granted drug companies complete immunity against vaccine product liability. Thanks to that blanket immunity, drug companies have no incentive to make safe vaccines, because they only get paid based on quantity, not safety (zero liability).

#6 - No swine flu vaccine works as well as vitamin D to protect you from influenza. That's an inconvenient scientific fact that the U.S. government, the FDA and Big Pharma hope the people never realize.

#7 - Even if the swine flu vaccine actually works, mathematically speaking if everyone else around you gets the vaccine, you don't need one! (Because it can't spread through the population you hang with.) So even if you believe in the vaccine, all you need to do is encourage your friends to go get vaccinated...

#8 - Drug companies are making billions of dollars from the production of swine flu vaccines. That money comes out of your pocket -- even if you don't get the jab -- because it's all paid by the taxpayers.

#9 - When people start dying in larger numbers from the swine flu, rest assured that many of them will be the very people who got the swine flu vaccine. Doctors will explain this away with their typical Big Pharma logic: "The number saved is far greater than the number lost." Of course, the number "saved" is entirely fictional... imaginary... and exists only in their own warped heads.

#10 - The swine flu vaccine centers that will crop up all over the world in the coming months aren't completely useless: They will provide an easy way to identify large groups of really stupid people. (Too bad there isn't some sort of blue dye that we could tag 'em with for future reference...)

State Of Fear

2009-09-15T02:19:00.000-07:00

"Has it ever occurred to you how astonishing the culture of Western society really is? Industrialized nations provide their citizens with unprecedented safety, health, and comfort. Average life spans increased fifty percent in the last century. Yet modern people live in abject fear. They are afraid of strangers, of disease, of crime, of the environment. They are afraid of the homes they live in, the food they eat, the technology that surrounds them. They are in a particular panic over things they can’t even see—germs, chemicals, additives, pollutants. They are timid, nervous, fretful, and depressed. And even more amazingly, they are convinced that the environment of the entire planet is being destroyed around them. Remarkable! Like the belief in witchcraft, it’s an extraordinary delusion—a global fantasy worthy of the Middle Ages. Everything is going to hell, and we must all live in fear. Amazing."

Michael Crichton.

Shamocracy

2009-09-15T02:15:00.000-07:00

You need to understand that the next one cannot be better either, because like Obama, he will be a puppet of 'hidden' forces. The two party system in any country, once thought about sensibly, is ludicrous. It has become obvious to me that people's ability to never apply any thought to things once they have a story is the negative side of our ability to create what we want. The real people in control know this better than we do, and this is why the current style of corporate shamocracy is able to continue to function to the detriment of every living thing.

Something to think about.

2009-09-15T02:07:00.000-07:00

(By the way, I am a scientist, PhD qualified with an Honurs
degree in Engineering - specialising in materials and mechanical
design & manufacturing - I even teach materials & mechanical
design at University level)

No, jet fuel cannot melt steel. If it could, foundries would not need to use induction and arc furnaces now, would they?

In 1 atmosphere 101.3 kPa normal air pressure, there is not enough oxygen to reach 1500 degrees to 1650 degrees Celsius, the melting point of iron. When exposed to enough fuel and air for a long period of time, it is possible to get the steel red hot, but not "white hot" on the verge of melting. That is why your barbeque grills, frying pans and cooking pots made of steel do not end up rubbery and guey, like melted glue.

Another interesting fact is that there was NO PANCAKING EFFECT of WTC Twin Tower floors hitting one another, from the top down. In fact, all 3 buildings (WTC 1, 2 and 7) all collapsed at freefall speeds (as if none of the lower supporting floors below displayed any strength, all of a sudden, and in a symmetrical, simultaneous manner, where all columns and supports FAILED at the same time, to create a vertical collapse into the building's footprints... ie. no leaning over on an angle like a felled tree)... Hundreds of thousands of tons of solid concrete all became PULVERISED and converted into fine powder, even after 56 minutes after jet impacts. Scientists have detected the presence of THERMITE in steel samples from the Ground Zero WTC site. Large pools of molten metal were found in the basements, still simmering at over 600 degrees Celsius, several days and several weeks after the collapses of the WTC buildings. (Much hotter than temperatures of steel beams exposed to 250 C flames) Very large 2.0 and 2.1 magnitude earthquakes were measured by seismic monitoring labs in nearby Universities, just before those 3 buildings collapsed, very typical of controlled demolitions. Several news crews, eyewitnesses and firefighters, and even video footage, report or give evidence of multiple explosions: "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" occuring just a few moments before the WTC buildings collapsed.

Note that all or most of the jet fuel would have been consumed
almost immediately (in a couple of seconds, during the initial
jet fireball). Typically, the hottest temperatures that steel beams
experience in fires is around 250C to 400C (generally around
250C for cool oxygen starved fires which give off black smoke).
The jet fuel would have all been consumed in the initial explosion
when the plane hit a building, and it doesn't just "hang around",
to burn for 56 minutes. Don't forget that concrete is also fire
proof, and does not explode and convert itself into fine powder,
due to exposure to fire, especially 56 minutes of exposure to
fire. It is the concrete that holds up highrise buildings, not the
steel. Besides, the central steel core skeleton of both twin
towers DISAPPEARED, but should have been left standing
even if the floors all collapsed! They were not damaged by the
jet impacts at the lower levels, so why did all this steel collapse
right down to the ground floors? It doesn't make any sense.

If the pancaking theory of the collapse really did happen, then where are the pancakes? Where are the solid concrete floors which should be stacked one on top of each other? The WTC Twin Towers should appear much shorter, with no gaps between floors, leaving behind several levels of undamaged solid floors! So where did all that concrete go??? It all turned into fine powder which covered almost the entire area. Even if you drop a large boulder made of solid concrete from off the top of one of those twin towers (110 floors up), and let it hit the ground, it will not convert completely into fine powder, especially before even hitting the ground! All the collapse videos show horizontal puffs of demoltion squibbs (horizontal blast clouds) used to pulverise strong concrete supports several floors below the collapsing wave of falling debris, so that the building had no material to support the upper portions... this occured sequentially, all the way down both the South and North WTC towers.

http://www.seeloosechange.com (Version 2), Free 1.5 hour movie

and watch the collapse videos at www.prisonplanet.com

Also, watch the movie "9/11 In Plane Sight" and the video
interview of Professor Steven Jones, nuclear physicist and
explosives expert at BYU University, who discovered thermite
which was used to cut all critical steel beams and the strong
core (skeleton) of the WTC twin towers... watch it at:

http://www.prisonplanet.com/articles/september2006/110906Jones.htm

Watch all the collapse videos and photos at:

http://www.plaguepuppy.net/public_html/collapse%20update/

This was definitely a real conspiracy, designed to fool all
people into hating muslims and arabs, to justify the invasion of
Afghanistan and Iraq, and to make war profiteers extremely
wealthy from arms sales, oil theft and reconstruction contracts
handed out to George Bush and Dick Cheney's elite friends.

The "elite" owned mass media is also making big profits from
newspaper and magazine sales, from selling horror stories
from the middle-east. War is great for business! Well done
neo-cons, war profiteers and fear mongers! You have found a
way to get filthy rich from fooling and murdering innocent
civilians, and blaming all this on fictitious extremist Muslim
terrorist organisations, using fake propaganda videos about
Al Qaeda and Bin Laden (who has not yet been caught after
5 years)... oh yea, and by blaming Sadam Hussein for creating
threatening WMD's (Weapons of Mass Destruction) which have
not yet been found after 4 years into this unnecessary war in
Iraq.

Many of us have been duped and fooled by the lying mass media,
and are being led to our slaughter, to die for the war profiteers...

Even the London bombing and Bali bombings were organized,
not by Al Qaeda and Muslim terrorists, but by rich elites and
war mongers who want people to all be afraid of middle-eastern
people, for the sake of invading more oil rich countries, and
helping Israel become the dominant power in the middle-east.
We are seen as "pawns" to be used to fight wars for the greedy
and the rich war profiteers and fear mongers in power... they
know what they are doing, and they are interested in empire
building and more imperialist invasions and permanent
occupations of oil-rich countries, especially Iran, which will be
attacked soon by Israel, the US and the UK... pre-emptively
attacked based on more lies and fake reasons...

Don't believe all the lies and propaganda on your TV! Remember
that solid concrete cannot be pulverised and converted to fine
powder because it has a tensile yield strength of about 4000 psi,
or between 27 to 42 MPa, so the only thing that can weaken all
the concrete pillars holding up all WTC 1, 2 and 7 buildings, is
explosives and thermite used to slice all the steel beems by
melting, so that all buildings could fall downwards, perfectly, in
free fall time (zero resistance from strong material below).

Also the lease owner of all 3 WTC buildings which collapsed on
September 11, Mr Larry Silverstein, himself admitted to
authorising the "pulling" or controlled demolition of Building 7,
the 47 storey skyscraper building that collapsed 6 hours after
the twin towers fell. Remember that Building 7 was not even
hit by a plane, only suffered 2 small fires, and other buildings,
like WTC 5 and 6 which were closer to the twin towers and
which suffered severe structural damage and larger fires, DID
NOT COLLAPSE! Building 7 hardly suffered any structural
damage, yet it just collapsed at freefall speed 6-7 hours after
the collapse of the twin towers!!! Did you see it on TV?

The owner, Mr Silverstein Said these EXACT WORDS about WTC Building 7, which collapsed into it's own footprint at FREE-FALL SPEEDS several hours after the twin towers collapsed, and remember that Building 7 was not hit by any plane or by any of the twin towers:

SILVERSTEIN SAID IN THE PBS "AMERICA REBUILDS" INTERVIEW:

"I remember getting a call from the fire department commander telling me that they were not sure they would be able to contain the fire; and I said, 'You know, we've had such terrible loss of life, maybe the smartest thing to do is PULL IT, and they made that decision to PULL and then we watched the building collapse."

If you don't believe me, hire the movie: "9/11 In Plane Sight"

If you are still NOT convinced, watch the original PBS Documentary "America Rebuilds" (buy or rent it on video).

THE ACTUAL OWNER OF THE THE TWIN TOWERS & WTC 7 ADMITTED THAT BUILDING 7 WAS DESTROYED BY PULLING THE BUILDING...

a demolition operation often takes several days, typically
over a week, to rig a building of that size full of explosives... So
HOW did they manage to rig Building 7 full of explosives within
just 5 or 6 hours after the twin towers collapsed, if the entire
area was covered in fine concrete dust, and WTC building 7 was
still burning in 2 locations? HOW could WTC 7 be "pulled" with
demolition explosives given such short notice, when it takes
over a week to rig a building like this full of explosives at the right
places?

The only answer is: WTC 7 was already pre-planted with
explosives before the jet planes hit WTC 1 and 2 (twin towers).
It comes as no surprise that scientists have found abundant
evidence of thermite on steel samples from Ground Zero, used
to slice steel rapidly so the explosives could blast away the
concrete pillars in a sequential manner, to send all buildings
falling at free-fall (accelerating) speeds.
Source(s):
http://www.st911.org

http://www.serendipity.li

http://www.prisonplanet.com

http://www.infowars.com

Evil and not at all amusing

2008-11-12T20:41:00.001-08:00

http://www.trueconspiracies.com/

Evil yet amusing

2008-11-12T20:40:00.001-08:00

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Evil_Illuminati_Adolf_Hitler_Clone_Society

Money

2008-11-12T20:38:00.001-08:00

Perhaps the greatest conspiracy is to distract us from the truth, so that we will lose money and property to the powerful conspirators, who corruptly monopolize wealth and power, and gain more power as a result.
Instead of using most of our time or money to fight the powerful by learning and sharing the truth, we are deceived into trying to keep and make more money than we really need, so that we will lose it to the powerful.
A common control measure is to deceive the majority that the purpose of life is to spend most of your time to make money, and spend it on unnecessary things. The conspirators deceive people that making excessive money is easy and profitable, despite the fact that the majority of small businesses go bankrupt. Suitable paid work is very hard to find. Searching and applying for it costs money and time. Therefore the conspirators profit from peoples waste and bankruptcies. Instead of encouraging volunteer work and encouraging people to freely help and serve each other, their motto is either make excess money for yourself or spend all your time trying to find something that will make excessive money for yourself.

Bill Hicks

2008-11-12T18:33:00.000-08:00

Take up the chant! Bill Hicks! Bill Hicks! Bill Hicks!

The Nature of Disinformation

2008-10-22T09:15:00.000-07:00

Disinformation is the most potent tool for manipulating mass consciousness. While there is no shortage of innocent misinformation stemming from logical fallacies, wishful thinking, false assumptions, selective evidence, and outright ignorance, the difference is that disinformation intentionally exploits these weaknesses to shape the beliefs and actions of targeted audiences.

Disinformation is especially successful when its core agenda is bundled in the sincere convictions of disseminators who have their own vested interests for believing and defending it. For instance, a cold and calculating intelligence may engineer a disinformation package which is then propagated through a naive individual who finds it so appealing to his ego identity and emotional security that he will do everything to defend it. This allows a small and unseen group of disinformers to work through a vast body of unsuspecting vectors who sincerely believe in what they are doing.

Disinformation also uses selective truths to support false conclusions. Good reasoning may proceed from false premises, fallacious twists of logic are used, or reasoning is discouraged altogether and the conclusion is asked to be taken on emotional appeal or the authority of its purported source. Disinformation has no problem throwing strategic gambits, revealing genuine but convenient truths to make its case if the payoff is bigger than the sacrifice.

Vocabulary.

2008-10-17T05:18:00.000-07:00

Following from my previous missive, this is concerning the dumbing down of language. Often, I am confused when using MSN, due to this fashion of using emoticons. I have difficulty decoding what people mean. It is a direct attempt to limit the breadth of our thoughts. An emoticon is a picture representing an emotion. How can any picture represent an emotion? Maybe a masterpiece of classic art can begin to address the subject, but a little yellow blob?

We click the smiley because we are too lazy to type, "I am happy," yet even this simple reduction takes away much meaning. The anwers to simple questions of when? and who? are already confused. I can envision a future where clothing with the capability to display such images will be fashionable, blinding us to the truth that we feel emotion as vibration all the time; and it will cloud that ability of course, more and again.

Words represent thoughts, the simpler our words, the simple our self-expression, and thus our ability to communicate the inside of us to the outer.

There are many other modes of attack, of course, such as text message abbreviations, and again the demon television teaching stupidity, yet I feel that this smiley phenomenon is the most blatant.

So instead of this: :-) ... try: "I am happy, because what you said is funny, and because I love the way you talk, and we are such good friends. If you could see me, I would be smiling. :-).

Don't let them limit you!

Quotes I like.

2008-10-16T19:46:00.001-07:00

Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realise we cannot eat money

Cree Indian Proverb

You cannot see the future with tears in your eyes.

Navajo Proverb.

History is the lie commonly agreed upon.

Voltaire.

The one who tells the stories rules the world.

Hopi proverb.

David Icke. Bill Hicks. Barbara Marciniak.

2008-10-15T14:04:00.000-07:00

I find that there are many similarites between the messages of these people. They say that we are one infinite consciousness, and that we are experiencing this life subjectively as part of a whole. They say that we must open our minds to the light. I need help with this, so if anyone can...

Discernment.

2008-10-13T17:31:00.001-07:00

I feel that the most important skill in this time is that of careful consideration. We need the ability to see the truth, yet we are bombarded with lies from every possible angle. How do we know the truth? Well, how do you know the truth?

Everyone participates in disinformation, pollution of the truth. I am doing it now, because my limited words in this limited vocabulary are seeding ideas within you that do not align exactly with your own inner truth. How could they agree completely when we are all unique, and experience reality from a different perspective?

Firstly, I sought my inner truth, for without inner understanding, how can we begin to look outside?

Secondly, due to the intelligence and guile of some of those sending out their opinions, beliefs and feelings, it can often be useless trying to discern truth of the outside world from the point of view of intelligence. Rational thinking always comes up against a greater intelligence at some point, and then it can be fooled. Thus we must fall back only on intuition. (Must is a stronger word than my intention, yet it is the only one I have.)

I will say that I think that with love, we can feel the truth. If we feel the love that is within us, our intuition can see beyond any cunning or trickery. It has been presented to me that intuition cannot be fooled. I cannot yet say that I agree with this or not, because I have been lazy in my experimentation.

Tomorrow, apparently, if you believe the internet, some space beings are coming to be our saviours. My question would be, do we need external saviours when we are each personally responsible for the hell on this world?

7 Chakras

2008-10-13T17:26:00.001-07:00

A simple question or three

2008-08-14T04:32:00.000-07:00

What did you believe when you were very young? What ideas did you have? And how many of these ideas has modern society proved to be wrong?

Cross winds

2008-06-18T04:37:00.000-07:00

How the news works.

2008-05-31T03:57:00.000-07:00

Easter Bunny

2008-04-03T17:51:00.000-07:00

putty

2008-03-09T03:12:00.001-07:00

One day, a pair of warring merchants, proud yet demured by the overwhelming will of their respective wives - harridans, if one were to be so blunt - came to the mighty bastard in order to somehow discover a method to quell their sharp yet long-term dispute. The mighty flatulence awaited them seated upon the last of his victims, a deft punk sidecar of ill-gotten repute. He welcomed them with a short session, and some cards they played. The Maiden wailed from the stereo, and happiness and satisfaction was brought around as a warm dusky blanket, or even the oftquoted virgins. Mayhap is maybe.
Later, with the calmness still protecting them, the mellow bastard listened upon the quarrel.
It seemed that the fat one, for there was indeed also a thin one of whomsosuch we shall speak in a moment, was angered by the footstep of t'others business in his territory, an encroachment which would oft in such medieval Japanesey times lead to a war. This is all that scary Samurai shit and nasty knifey ninja(s), and so best avoided, what with its lopping of heads, harry-kerry, ronii and say pookoo.
The baldy bastard was silent for a moment, 'cept the creep of methane, and they too were silenced, forgetting the previous excitement. The massive intake of yeast beer also played its role, poking their love centres and making them want to hug in that sad and so pathetic brotherly fashion that drunk men have. Anyway, its always said the narrator shouldn't intrude so I'll shut up for a bit.
"Your probel mis complex to me," he said, the merriment of the eve having its effect for even the mighty bastard. "I learnt Zen from a teacup."
"But what should we do, all mighty bastardy one? Our only course is war, yet we see that it is not good business." Business or crime, where is the line?
"And there are families to consider..." a hint of a frown from the little fat one, maybe of fear of the firefly cooking his dinner?
"Look upon the can, gentlemens." The merry bastard held a crumpled beercan before them, his arm not yet trembling. "It is a ssimple thing, a thing of shape and clear function. It holds no mysstery for uss. Yet your problem is not a can."
They hid their confusion well. "It is not a can," they both chorused together in unison.
The bastard blinked, and answered them thuslyish: "Your problem is complex to me." Gathering momentum now, an avalanche of the flabby stuff that held him together? "It is the way of a sparrow to look upon the can as something complex. I tell thee gentlemens, become the sparrow."
"Fly, peck and steal babies?" the fat one grunted, perspiration on his flabby flops.
"Your problem is life, and unknowable to you. So my opinion is this, like life, we don't know what it is, but we can still enjoy it," the mighty bastard exhaled, farted.

They tried to shoot him in the end, but the bullets kept strangely, fortunately and/or luckily missing.

Then the smell drove them away.

Cracker

2008-03-07T01:29:00.000-08:00

Cracker is the title of a television crime series in the United Kingdom, made by Granada Television for ITV and created and principally written by Jimmy McGovern. The series concerned a criminal psychologist (or "cracker"), Eddie "Fitz" Fitzgerald, played by Robbie Coltrane. Set in Manchester, it consisted of three series which ran from 1993 to 1995. A 100 minute special set in Hong Kong followed in 1996, and another two-hour story in 2006.

Fitz is a classic antihero, unfaithful to his wife, alcoholic, a chain smoker, overweight, addicted to gambling, manic, foulmouthed and sarcastic; and yet cerebral and excellent at his speciality: getting into the heads of violent criminals. As Fitz confesses in "Brotherly Love": "I drink too much, I smoke too much, I gamble too much. I am too much."

Each case spanned several episodes and cliffhangers were quite often used, but it was not until the end of the second series that a cliffhanger was employed to tie off the series. Some of the plotlines in the cases took as their starting point real events such as the Hillsborough disaster, while others were purely fictional with only tangential ties to actual events.

Several different psychotic types were explored during the run of the show with increasingly complex psychological motivations that, as the series entered the middle of the second season, began to expand beyond the criminals being investigated to the regular cast members. As the series moved forward the storylines became as much about the interactions of the regulars as it was about the crimes. In many later episodes, in fact, the crimes often became background to intense, provocative explorations of the police officers' reactions to the crimes they investigated. For some viewers the series' increased focus on the regular characters and their interwoven stories, as opposed to the crimes themselves, detracted from the series' story telling. Others, however, believe that the interplay between the regular characters' work environment and the work itself provided drama.

To emphasize how fine a line the police (and Fitz) walk in their close association with criminals, the final two series featured several stories in which the police themselves become criminals or victims of crime.

Comfortably numb lyrics

2008-03-07T01:21:00.000-08:00

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
There'll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

hear the song here

Wrong End Forward

2008-03-04T16:59:00.001-08:00

Wrong End Forward.

A short story by David Hood.

He accelerated again. The bike changed its tone, no longer a growl, but now a shriek. He was both tense and loose. His arms and upper body were hard when I bumped him slightly as he shifted down - then throttled up again - but his head was relaxed, bobbing, darting to see everything. I was quite horrified by how seldom he concentrated forward, tending to check the mirrors and rotate his head so that the strange helmet allowed him to see beside and behind us, and probably my grimacing face through the clear visor.

The traffic was dense, as ever, but there was nothing on this road, in this city, to match the bike. Each car set a doppler effect swish, and as our speed increased, so did the sound, until it gave rythm to our incredible hurtle. Wing mirrors slipped either side. The close packed cars soon became a blur as we raced between them, the motorcycle still not even hinting at its maximum speed.

Ahead, suddenly, we came upon a hog, some copy-Harley dithering its obese way down the white line. My stomach lurched and I gave a hint of a cry as he slammed us to the right, through the narrow gap between two bumpers, and onto the other white line. And then back again, for the left route was clearer; ahead of the lumbering plastic Fatboy now, and off again, we roared, faster, faster.

I kept my head directly behind his because the drag was becoming tough and the position kept the doppler effects equal, not so disorienting. He had told me oft enough about low friction profiles, the effects of high speed riding, and not vomiting down his back.

The front wheel, I could feel, tried to fly, but he was in total control and he kept the tyre on the concrete. I leaned closer into him, shifting more weight forwards. I could feel just a hint of a tremble in the powerful bike now as it fully exerted itself, came truly to life (he would say) as he slotted it through the narrowest of gaps at well over a hundred miles per hour. Truly, the traffic had become a tunnel with scant inches either side us.

I sensed rather than saw as a mirror on our right disintergated, caught by its reinforced, unsmashable counterpart on the bike. He slewed left, close enough to a lumbering city bus that I had to draw my knee in cosely to his side. The stress was becoming uncomfortable - my feet pushing hard against the rear pegs, my elbows locked out behind me against the pillion bar, twinkles of mirror glass on my flapping shirt slipping, catching, slipping again to fly free behind us as we went faster, ever faster.

I was thrown forward when we hit a bridge, a sharp incline humpback, so common here. I felt the front end stress, saw him gently tap the front brake with his unusually muscular ring finger. He was increasing the friction on the front wheel, I knew, so we could slow enough as the traffic thinned out due to the three lane bridge. The deceleration prevented us from leaving the ground as the bridge became a table top, which in Europe would be a motocross hazard rather than a regular road feature, and there was only the ever-insistent front wheel, trying to claw itself off this earth and into the sky, as if the bike, and we too, could wax phoenixlike and soar. But no. Trapped to the ground, burrowing through this thinning tunnel, now shifting to the right again on open road, faster, faster, like some drugged-up, crazy-wheeled, insane metal monster.

It came as a shock to realise we had found them already. Of course, we had overshot them, and the first bullet slashed my shirt at the shoulder, despite my surety: surely we could outrun any other man-made projectile. It was not so, as the hysterical flapping of the slashed material and the faint sting of a lucky hit proved when it slowly reached my senses. He knew, obviously.

We slammed to the right again, but not stopping at the white line. He slipped us between a chunky SUV and the hard concrete of the lane divider. Leaves tickled me, annoying but not deadly like the dum dum which had not taken my shoulder off. Lucky. Lucky.
"Awake," despite the click in my ears as the comms activated, his dull, calm voice still surprised me. We raced along the line of the concrete, my knee slider only a touch above it, hanging trees slapping us both, matching speed with big vehicles, what he would call road-cover.

Road-cover is not road-kill.

There was a slight sting on my shoulder. I wanted to glance to check how much blood was seeping from the wound, but my attention could focus only on the road ahead. We had slowed, but not through fear, just so he could speak, terse, abrupt. No "Are you okay?" I didn't even hear a question, so maybe it was a command. Bastard.

I found it hard to speak so I simply tapped his helmet with mine. Sexual, except nothing is when you've been shot.

The bike screamed, literally screamed, like a mortally wounded animal, and I was nearly thrown off the back. But this was not a scream of distress. If a sceam could be one of pure happiness, ecstatic, orgasm, then this was it. The front end lifted as we left the cover of the central reservation, and this time he didn't care, only touching it to the road so we could weave back toward the middle and then up into the air again, the engine finally reaching a tortured but joyful crescendo. Before we had been fast, but now it was just stupid. How can I write about such velocity without peppering my prose with the adjective fucking? And that's how it was.

Honks sounded behind us as we upset the pattern of the traffic, now a manic machine bobbing and skimming metal. He kept the throttle full open, his other strong ring finger slipping the clutch in some insane non-semblance of control over our speed. I felt my lunch, noodles, push into the back of my throat. My bowels tensed.

"Find them." The communicator was one way only. I slipped my gloved hands as tightly under the bar behind me as I could, stomach muscles aching, and turned my body as he slowed again, now rolling back and forth across the lanes, the highway become a canvas for him to draw our presence, and draw them to us. Fear was a pregnant lump in my belly. I did as I was told.

Did the motorcycle seem angry at its sudden leashing? The reduced speed certainly made it sound full of rage, and after today I was no longer confident about thinking of it just as a machine. It growled as he down-shifted. Both wheels left long sinuous blackies on the road as we bled velocity. I could see because my attention was focussed behind, my neck straining. He weaved across the highway, giving me glimpses of the white-line gaps so we could see our new pursuer, hunter, no, target, prey.

As told, I found them. The glimpse of green and a sunlight sparkle off expensive rims, a flaring fender dipping toward the surface when the vehicle's direction changed and its soft suspension submitted. And then another flash of the passenger's face: the pick-up was rapidly drifting across lanes, in and out of space. I imagined Elen Ripley's Alien hopping through large air-conditioning tunnels, duct to duct, hunting us. Something of the driver's anger could be discerned from the reckless way they were moving through the traffic to reach us, drawing near as we lost our own speed, flicking much more easily as we were though the growing walls of traffic. And of course the tables had been turned.
"Tool," he said. We slewed right. The motorcycle howled again and I saw we were beside a rusting van, crumbling along and laden with the workings of the simple road man. Tool meant music to me, and so the order took a moment to register. The next gunshot bolted the door as it flew off somewhere unknown.
The target was drawing closer to us, had one man now standing in the back as a look-out. Any sensible biker would be gone by now, a stitch through the slashes of the traffic, but no, here we were, with rounds being slotted at us like a fucking deer back in the real world.
"Weapon, anushead." There was a faint fizzle in the connection. I leaned over the rumbling work-truck and grabbed a short heavy length of chain, with steel a couple of inches thick. Here was the new driftwood, washed up not on the golden sand but instead on this infinite spiral of bludgeoned roadway. He gunned the bike, I grabbed the pillion bar with my free hand, the other clutching the heavy, heavy chain. We were gone before the industrial-age beachcomber could even yell.
Then came another insane demonstration of the possible acceleration, and within a few moments we were way beyond their slow little guns and big ponderous pick-up. More mirrors were smashed as we ripped our way onward, a tinkling of glass like the sprinkled tail, glinting as a comet in the late afternoon sunshine.
I was growing tired now, from the constant stress in my body, the tightness of my grip on the bar behind me, the heavy steel links dangling around my fist. I was buffeted and pulled as the bike slipped across and up, and then faster and then slower.
He drifted us to the right, and onto the hard shoulder, a broken blanket of potholes and dry puddles, he slid the back end around, tap a-atapping the controls; losing speed and tyres howling, we made a quick about face, and he gave it a handful again.

I was unable to look forwards once we re-entered the traffic flow. The best I could manage was hiding my head in his back and listening for his signal, the metal in both hands so unyielding. The chain was smashing more wing mirrors, stitching a line of dents; I could do little more than hang onto it, one end locked beneath my arm, the other having its steel fun with the oncoming cars.
"Here." I peeked out, saw the distinctive silhouette of the target. It was a relief to release the heavy links.
The windshield exploded inward. The car slewed to the left, rolled. And that was all I could see, as the traffic took us into its bosom again, and away we roared, 'wrong end forward' as the saying goes, and gone.

Welcome to the Bright Side!

2008-03-04T16:31:00.000-08:00

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