In an attempt to share more of me, rather than the concepts I entertain. Today I'm going to cover some common misconceptions I've noticed people have about me.
I am not as nice a person as people seem to think I am. When I've had jobs they have been mostly service type, even when working freelance, it's been tech work, and consulting. It's not that I am any nicer or any less nice than anyone else. I'm fulfilling the role you encountered me in, as long as you do not step outside your role in relation to me, everything is hunky dory. Step out of the boundaries laid out by the nature of our encounter, and I will tell you to go fuck yourself.
I do not care about material existence, This one is almost true, though so far off base, as to be laughable. There is no matter for my to be concerned with, things exist multi-dimensionally, and they are physical unto their own realm of expression. kinda how solids interact with solids, or liquids interact with liquids. With all of it subject to relative motions, and energy/matter conversion.
My use of the appellation PanseyBard is some how indicative of sexual orientation. This was an e-mail I registered to use with a character created in Everquest. The characters name was/is, Nuviel, picked from the words novus, and el. A mixing of languages, meaning new god. That character was a 5 year span of playing 40+ hours a week. It became a consuming addiction to being somewhere other than I found my physical being. That character became one of the top Bards in the game, spending much of it's time on a server called legends, a special ruleset server, for those who wanted more out of the game. I am a heterosexual male, even when I imagine myself in a sexual encounter with a male, it is an odd feeling of not being true to self.
That social media is important to me. This one cracks me up, From my perspective most social media has become marketing tools. I am not fond of marketing, as I feel good ideas have no need to be sold. Before I ever began to use social media, I had a plan, and understood it as tool in that plan, not the ends in itself. Twitter is a prime example, I have 4 accounts, not that I wanted 4 accounts, was happy with one. Only I was growing the account faster than twitter identifies as the norm, When an account was suspended for playing the f4f game the twitter promo groups have going. I made another in order to figure out what I was doing wrong and right given the venue, and goals I had in mind. When I got the 3rd account suspended in under 3 hours for getting to many followers to quickly, or what they call aggressive following tactics I started to get a handle on the automatic systems in twitter. What the groups were about, and why I seemingly did not fit in. I backed almost completely off social media for a few years, Mostly due to being shoved out, seemingly due to not being willing to click the buttons for cash. Again, I never cared about twitter, it was about exposure.
A small group was reading my blog regularly, and felt many of the ideas had merit, so I was looking to reach out an allow others into my madness.
The 4th account was for play, and fun solely, as it's pretty much only for pornstars, cam girls, strippers, ya know, the bad girls we all wish would take us home, or come home with us, even if it's only for the night or weekend.
That I am an arrogant know it all bastard! ok that one is often true. It is something I work on daily to be as accepting of my own foibles as I am of others. Oddly it's that I do not feel I know anything, and am open to any spirit that has the answer showing it to me, or speaking through me to deliver it that sets up this oddity.
That I wish to be a star, I am already a rock star, always have been. Do not look for me in your deck of cards, I am not now, nor have I ever been in there. Unless your seeing me in every card. Wanna go quantum? how about for a magic ride into the nethersphere, or the spaces between spaces. I can be that lens for you to find your connection. I am not it, only the clear lens that allows you to see you.
I do not love you
I do not hate you
I do not know you
I was told my whole life the choices I made were bad, or wrong, and it took me till now, to finally get back to the self I lost in the love of women, and the programmed ideas of family, and personal development. What I am left with for the masses, is a big fuck you. If you do not like my words do not read them. If you find me offensive at times, that is likely the response I was going for.
Yes I am so whacked out, I often program people real time, think you have freewill, come for a visit, and I will show you the error of your perception. Think the world is flat, or solid, or round, or God is this or that, those are labels, made by, and for humans.
Who am I, What am I?,
How about Where am I, When am I
I am what I desire to be, the identity labels foisted upon are not me.
Think a free person can be a citizen?
Free people owe no allegiance to anyone other than self.
Citizens owe allegiance to the state they are citizens of.
You do the math
PanseyBard.... Pan say, Bard get it?
aka Jack
be the Lorax, and can someone please find that statue, and take it back where it belongs
In an earlier post I laid out a bit how I was working on a twitter bot to automate the promotion of this blog. I'm a slacker, that has a bad rap for many folks, for me it's the highest calling I can aspire. Get the most accomplished, with the least effort, and disturbance. In the words of Bruce Lee, "Be Like Water, My Friend". In the dao of piglet, and the te of poo, it's the mystery of being the uncarved block. In the teachings of the Kabbalah or Quabbalah, which was made into such nice easy pictograms in traditional tarot, it's learning to be representative of any, while maintaining your own sense of self. I have one Boss, and I'm really hoping that Boss never shows up, but I always am sure to recognize There is always a bigger fish. When I crashed the party of social media a few years back, it was never intended to a social outlet. I had already experienced that in years of mmorpg's, irc, bbs, going back to wargames dialers, and phone phreaking. What I was always best at was social hacking, a rather disturbing art when taken to the level of social engineering, or mass media marketing. After all the drugs, meditation, and study I did over the course of a lifetime, I finally started to see a pattern, it's not even an unknown pattern, matter of fact it's all over the place, or at least portions of it are. When I finally awoke to what I had been attempting to understand, about people, and their place in creation, I found that I had missed the relative short window of opportunity to be counted among those who's say carried any weight. In social media I saw an opportunity to leverage the flood of information as a means to get ideas running through my mind. into the hands of those who could make use of them. I accidently crashed the party of the twitter follow gangs, that handle the bulk of the twitter advertising. It's a fairly ingenious method of leveraging the split platforms of twitter, and sms, in concert to trade influence in the twitter verse. I just saw it as an expedient means of sharing ideas to everyone as quickly as possible, regardless of how they were accepted. I even refused ever offer of easy income, not out a disdain for the finer things the world has to offer, but from an understanding of the myth of an infinite growth paradigm in a zero sum game. I'm speaking of the effects of compounding interest on privatized currency creation. The same effect is seen again and again in almost every market. It's the money itself I have issue with, not currency as an idea. The accounting for who has what, and why, is important. In our current system so many are being left behind, not out of ability, but just by becoming a party to the madness which has a seeming strangle hold on our global civilization. The worship of money, and idol, a representation of something only in potential. As I said I'm an old school hacker, I once streamlined a system for reporting the percentage of the utilities used in manufacturing in New York state were taxable. Was a great job while it lasted, at 18 having a work from home job for 10 or 12 an hour is amazing. Taking the time each reports takes to generate from 6 hours to 2 hours, and being told your services are no longer required, not so amazing. Being allowed to help a crop of Police Officers pass a class they had no reason taking, Amazing!. Having your professor tell you there is no place in the world for programming games, again not so amazing. I stopped using computers, and started playing games with them, and then started fixing them. In the course of my several years of tech service for a local community, what I found was they didn't actually want for me to really solve the issues, they wanted me to manage the problems that cropped up with using outdated, or mixed era systems. Sometimes they almost wanted me to take over the day to day operations of their endeavors. All well and good if it is a mentor situation, when it's a lack of desire to stay current enough to manage your own affairs, well if your not the adult, there aren't many roles left. After exhausting some of the more entertainment oriented uses for the raspberry pi b+ I turned to what else could this little marvel do. I started seeing vpn's, and pirate drop boxes, wifi extenders to create public clouds all over. All cool concepts, but not much use to me personally, given my current circumstance. Realizing I needed to have a bit of programing brush up, I think the last time I wrote code before this was 88 or so. I hit up code academy, and picked python as it is a seemingly popular high lvl language with many popular api's. I also did some html work, I get it, and it's powerful, it's just puts me to sleep doing it. Even in python as entertaining as it was to create the bot as far as I've taken it, and I am well aware how limited it is in it's current state. It's basic, but it will tweet for you, pick from search terms to promo others, so your account generates more attention from the community, and will auto follow new folks, and unfollow those that are just attempting to boost numbers. Once I got there essentially I had a automatic twitter promotional bot. Did you know people get paid for doing promotional work on twitter? Even though it makes sense from the marketing game standpoint, that is a slippery area, we are talking about folks that have no moral issue with using psych jobs on children to profit.
So today I'm going post the code for my bot friend. working title was twitternanny, but for easy of use I have taken to naming them after the account they manage. I currently have 2 instances running on my raspberry pi. They may come down at the end of the month, as I have already given notice, my leap of faith I guess, with no place on horizon as of yet. I guess I could always battery power it, and stick in an open wifi cloud in a tree or something, but what would be the point. I ended up using twitter as an object lesson of the insanity of exclusivity.
Enough of my ramble, I get sick of myself sometimes.
here is the code, use it abuse it.
for z in followers:
if z not in friends:
api.create_friendship(z)
for z in friends:
if z not in followers:
api.destroy_friendship(z)
print("follow, unfollow done")
def search_retweet():
search_terms= ['python', 'technology', 'raspberry pi', 'ingress', 'news', 'breaking']
g = random.choice(search_terms)
g = '#' + g
results = api.search(q=g, count=1)
for u in results:
if u not in alreadytweeted:
api.retweet(u.id)
print("retweeted top result for", g)
alreadytweeted.append(u)
x=1
y=2
while x<y:
localtime = time.asctime(time.localtime(time.time()))
hour = int(localtime[11] + localtime[12])
print('current hour is:',hour)
if hour>5 and hour<24:
try:
hourlytweet()
time.sleep(1700+random.randint(200,400))
except:
print("could not post hourly tweet")
time.sleep(1700+random.randint(200,400))
try:
search_retweet()
follow_unfollow()
except:
print("could not post retweet")
elif hour == 24 or hour < 6:
try:
search_retweet()
follow_unfollow()
except:
pass
time.sleep(1700+random.randint(200,400))
I am a slacker, my life is a cautionary tale, not something to aspire to or emulate. Do not misconstrue that the I in me would wish to be any other than me. Only that the emotional, and psychological traumas I needed to inflict upon myself to become as I am, are not anything I would wish upon anyone. In searching answers to those ultimate questions I pulled an icarus. Not once, or even twice, nah I'm not that bright. I had to push it till it cost me my top teeth, and partially my bottom ones, still getting over that one. People have talked about genetic, cellular and other types of memory. Now we are even to the point of beginning to grapple with ideas of moving without moving. It's possible, without a doubt, it's not even that difficult when you've grasped for inkling of our true position in creation, and it fried you back into your place. We can make black holes, we can warp space and time, we end up in the formless abyss, and no one but our dead mourns our passing. I love people, I love the planet, all life can snuff out in our little corner of existence, and there might be some metaphorical tears shed on what ever plane of existence you and yours hail from.
Do we really have the right to take chances with the planet, solar system, galaxy, or on and on?
some folks seem to be interested in how I see things, some are offended, I'm ok with that too. I know what I like, I feel what I need, I feel what the people around me need, using people loosely.
If we meet and you think you would like to chat, I'm happy to do so, if I offend, just tell me to please stop, and go away, and I will. What I can not abide is total trickery, and dishonesty, I'm to good at it, and it hurts me to much to inflict those kinds injuries on myself.
I'll try to do a better job with some pix, and the like at showing kind of how I see this world, and why sometimes it makes me cry when others are so happy! btw, if there is any confusion, I an hetrosexual male, that is so in love with women that they are my kryptonite. it's pretty much the same with everyone, but we all get to pick where, and what we eat right?
Never been suicidal, not that I feel people do not have to right to decide the fate of what can be in this experience the only thing they can ever hope to claim ownership over, which is really just stewardship, we have horribly misunderstood, like so much of our K based systems, in such a rush to get somewhere. They forgot that Wisdom, knows when, and where to apply knowledge, and thats why Wikipedia, has a capital W. No it's just that what is point of suicide in a zero sum universe. what comes in goes out, it's hotel california, we either come to grips, or we just keep blowing bubbles.
Much Love
Jack
there was a song from when I was teenage drunken drop out in the punker days
If some of your brightest kids are seemingly like the metaphors in this song, you might wanna take a look in the mirror before asking how things got this bad. I was almost a perfect reflection of a child raised for the most part by the stuff around me, mostly tv, music, games, starting as early as I can remember. I was never mommies monster at all, just a reflection of the monsters so many of us have become.
gonna try to finish up some e-mails, change get outside, and upload some pictures to instagram, in case anyone is curious what I'm about today.
Through out this really messed up journey, that I'm told humans call life, I say that not as slight to the word, it's all the baggage. Even through how cross wired I alway seem to be atm, I think thats the blessing and the curse I guess. When you step off the matrix grid, and step back on it in bare feet. We are all so busy everyday running around looking for the next thrill, the next greatest thing. Some bit of fluff, and we only like our medicines sugar coated, and hell I like that stuff too. I just do not like the feeling I have clean up after folks all the time. Cuz these arn't my Kids. What do you do when you find the perfect child care, and you realize it so soon, that everyone wants this person to have children of their own and raise them. That is a trend through out my Life, everyone wanted me to be the father of their children. When I'm an idiot, I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm making most of it up as a long just attempting to keep some measure of personal sanity while everyone around me has their own ideas on what I should or should not be doing. I have never desired to bring any children into this world because I love children. The world I was being presented with was both amazing, and terrifying, I was on the whirlwind tour, and I'm not sure when it started. There is an old story my mother told me, about when I was only 2 or so she says, I don't remember much anyway.
Anywhoo, It was something about walking in on my grandpa jack garvin alot the memories surrounding times I spent with him are kinda hazy, that kinda protective scary. As if you personally always feel ok around a person, though you know they are dangerous to others. Mom tells me that she walked in on me taking apart a tv set, with my gjg, and when they walked in it was so shocking that it was like spell being broken. There is something occurs when falling in love with another person, and I'm talking sexual desire, though it's often confused as such. Love is just where you see yourself reflected in another. That complete desire to be connected, sets up a link, bidirectional communication of a sort. This is all well and good, and everyone likes to play and swap energy, cuz of course how could there ever be anything other than just energy right? People seem to think I'm some kinda super genius or some crap, wtf is that, IQ has nothing to do with numbers. And this is a free magic lesson, you can take it or leave it, as everyone has been trying to tell me. The ball is in my court. Only no one seems to be completely open and honest with me, and I'm begining to get the gist.
Love is the ultimate cult of personality, what else can draw some into some 1 else so completely that worlds are born and torn apart so quickly and dramatically that no one even notices, hardly even the people that were there. The messed up thing about my life is, all I wanted to ever do was play, when really it was never about play at all. It was the passion, the fire that is the real world, with the scrapes and bruise, they heal and mend given enough time, and according to my sources thats just a trick of relative motions, My life journey thus far, I have an inkling it's just about to get going into a completely other direction again. Has been not just about learning about life and death, those are not all that important, as much as they are crushing and liberating when turn to personal abundance, and loss. It's all the good gooy center sweet sticky stuff we are missing, SHWAG is just an acronym for shit we all get right? I was always about substance, it was about how expensive the restaurant, or home I lived in was. Personally a little sanctuary where I can find a bit of solitude, when I grate upon my friends. There has been a running theme in my life, I was always playing monkey in the middle for everyone group I got shoved into, is some vain glorious attempt to make everything ok. Take away the muck and mire of the real world they inhabited. How can that possibly be my responsibility,
I am the same person that dropped out of high school, not once but twice. Than dropped out of College. Got a position of working from home at 18, mind you this was maybe 1988 or so. It was to figure out what portion of a companies electric consumption was able to be considered taxable in the state of NY. At the time I didn't think much of it, come on, I was lounging at home punching numbers into spread sheets, from lotus 123, and I believe it was microsoft though it might have been word perfect. It was great I believe it was like 10 or 15 an hour or so, and they gave me an estimated time they expected it to take, 8 to 10 hours or so per report. It was work, I was plowing through crap like crazy, it's just what I do. As began to get a clearer image of what they were doing, I realized it was all disordered, they had no organizational skills what so ever. They were duplicating work all over, and expecting me to do the same. I streamed lined the process to about 3 or 4 hours per report. This of course sets up the dilemma. They are expecting them to take much longer, and I admit I was tempted to just over bill, and be done. I didn't choose that path, instead I went and told them exactly what I had set up, which they said they were really happy with, only now they did not me anymore. Thank you good bye. I wonder how long they used my system that set up for them, to save them precious time in their lives to actually enjoy the retard abundance they were surrounded with already to over flowing, and I get sent off with a thanks bye. There was a sense of feeling cheated, or not quite cheated, as technically they followed the letters of the law. But arn't letters all equal to numbers, and if there are only 9 of those, and they all are infinite unto themselves, arn't we just left with a 1, and the void. cuz the 0 is not the void, though often mistaken for it. The void is more of sweet dissolution, of stillness an expansion or contraction of perception that allows one take a break from all the stress and pushing and pulling of a binary world, and 0 is just a place holder, a cipher, a riddle and key, it's just another symbol on some twist path to madness and for perhaps a select few reemergence into sanity, From the crazy overlay of artificial reality, by the projections of the mind.
We got ingressed from the computer, and tv screens, we flashed it right into our brains, and then we get plucked, spindled and mutilated while some unseen hands happen by and grab a little nugget from remains. This is such an place, Cuz I was the one that remembered my original love of machines, cuz I was a real boy all the time. and so is binary, cuz 0 is just place holder, it doesn't mean anything. it's just gibberish, and what do you get when you take the voids away 111111111111111 which is always yes. you only need to understand completely ridiculous nature of programing languages, I never was a hacker, though I've heard stories of things I've done, they were plucked from my mind, and wiped away. It was never about attempting to take anything for me, I always knew it didn't mean anything real. I was in the real world already. I was just playing with the toys I was given in the manor I found entertaining at the time. Hacking has nothing to do with computers, but it makes for a sweet framework.
I'm not sure I was ever any of those kids here, it's like a twisted lost fragment from someone else.
make up your own mind, and be nicer to each other, everyone likes to play, just not the same games.
Domination is for sure not kindness ever, cuz how can there be choice offered unless you trick it in, kinda like the randomness factor in the digital verse. it's not real. thats only a sweet sticky syrup, to gives us an excuse for choices we regret in the rear view mirror. That to me is sad way to go about this, and I'd rather have a little honest quiet discussion like someone around us has got any sense.
make up your mind, I make up mine, thats choice, not push, or pull, poke prod or what have you.
Life isn't a sprint if it is it's already over with, the thing about a singularity, is once it's popped it's gone and going on forever. But none of us like that idea, some somewhere somewhen, some whatever it is, figured it out for us, it's called creation and equalization of pressure differentials. Once understood those can be harnessed in a crazy amount of ways. Ever take a look or stop a min to think what a wifi card is? how it works? and how the energy is all around us already it's in the wifi hot spots, step in a cloud and it just pours in, if you connect to the appropriate contact points that would normally plug it into an internal wifi laptop. I'd imagine similar functions could be worked around blue tooth devices.
Be kind, and gentle, and if that still isn't working walk away. there is always more void
This has been the age old question, to conquer the end. We all face it, we all find our own answers, and we think we have it all figured out. When your world is black and white, or written in binary this might satisfy. Like everything else we are, this is just a holdover from previous developmental cycles. These go back not to when we had words for me to write this down, but back to primordial ooze of single celled organisms. The universe or God, or as it's coalescing into my essence as panversal is in and of itself conscious, it is structured energy, which is what everything is. Information processing. As every would be sage, poet, musician, blade of grass, and grain of sand has been telling us forever. This is a love story, this is a passion play, the stories do not even change, they get rebranded, updated, but for at least the last 6 thousand years we have all learned variations of these same stories. Oh the names change, characters get makeovers, and costume changes, But from the Chinese dragon emperor's, to the Dogon's of the Sahara, the Aboriginals of Australia, down the lines it goes, not in one place but in them all. We came from the stars, that concept has been twisted around to mean so many things to so many people, from the ubermensch of the aldebaran to Pharaonic gods of Egypt, Right on back to the what we are told is our earliest civilizations in Sumer, and I'm not here to today argue that point. I do not care when, or where, or actually even who. I'm a big picture person, I do really well at taking a dispassionate stance and getting as wide a view as possible calling it like I see it. A valuable skill if you can find work for it, most of my friends just say I think to much, and they are sometimes right. In taking that position expansive view point, the patterns just kinda pop out, like the rivers in this text if you let your eyes unfocus, and just like that, the information you get from the text is not the same, and that view is not even on whole thought of as particularly useful. The people are interested in the words, not the rivers, so I learned to see the words like everyone else around me did, only they didn't seem to say the same thing to me as to everyone else. As a matter of fact they said the same as the rivers, and they were almost all saying the same things. Even when they seemed disjointed, or unrelated the same words were always there.
From the ecstatic altered state inducing dances of the Whirling Dervishes, or Tantric sex practices, Yoga, and Breathing techniques, in joyous upliftment of the celebration of life. On down into the depths of despair, and tragedy, and depravity. They all contain at there core I am alive, I am here, shouting into the darkness, longing for or hoping against that return response. I'm here I see you! This is the most wonderfully terrifying moment for all of us, and in our polarized, 2 dimensional world view of dark versus light we have left room for only 2 options. Some say it's love/hate, some fight/flight, it doesn't matter what the choices are labeled as, the important part is the limiting of choice. It's the offer of false simplicity, and simple is easy, and comforting, even at it's worst it's at least predictable. I mean if I only have 2 choices, there is always a 50% chance I'm right. This is very useful in long term evolution of life. Kill or be killed is valid for much of what we think of as life. The response of nature is always the same, no matter the method used to carry it out, the answer for nature is always, I want to survive. The fox is in hen house to eat to survive, and we made it nice lunch box, and then killed it when it came to collect the meals we so kindly laid out for it. We penned in the range animals, and kept all the goodness of their flesh to ourselves. We killed the wolves not because they ate people, like dogs around the food bowl we chased off our rivals. This existential crisis of just the struggle to survive molded us and shaped us into the most successful predator on the planet bar none. That being on the top of the food chain looking down on all the lesser species is pretty nice spot, it's good to be the king no doubt. Being at the top, and staying at the top are not the same, and getting to top means your not what you were when you started. We celebrate our predatory nature everywhere, from world wars to gold diggers, from pirates to emperors. The monuments to our depravity know no bounds, from triumphal arches to tombs we proclaim our divine heritage of immortality. All in the confused attempt to be remembered, to live on, to proclaim our own mastery over all we survey. This is where our delusions of grandeur really kick in, We start to believe our own hype, and our success translates into leisure time as we have come to call it. This is the true mark of a successful predator, how little time they spend on survival. For those fortunate few at the top of the food chain, it's everywhere, this new found leisure time allows for reflection. Not just to plan the next meal, but more abstract, things not so immediate in the world currently inhabited find the space to become known. A shift starts to occur, to manage your food, because lets face it, your not as young as you were last year, and well how many times can you chase a rabbit till the thrill gets old. So we take the tasty stuff, and shape it, bend it to our will, protect it from those who would take it, you know normal human stuff. At this point we already won, we have no natural predator to contend with, nothing to keep our expansion in check. As predators though we are ever vigilant, lest some scavenger steal our kill, if we lack a predator we make one up, when we run out decent prey, we move on looking for new places to hunt. With nothing else left to do we even hunt each other, oh we give it all sorts of reasons, but it always come down to the 2 choices we decided were the only ones we have. We do it because we want what they have, or we are afraid they will take whats ours. Having nothing else to contend with, having effectively already won the struggle for day to day survival, ensuring our genetic heritage is continued. We have time to place ourselves in the cosmic fun house, and the picture is as majestic as it horrifying. This is when we begin to get that glimpse of our next existential crisis. Having conquered death in an immediate fashion, it becomes a personal struggle, the, but what about me's kick in. We know our blood will be flowing and pumping even if it's through anothers veins, but still it isn't enough. The I is screaming in terror, what happens to me, I did all this work to get here, and I'm still going to die. After fighting death for so long, we begin a new battle, now we are after time. How many years can you cling to life becomes the new game, and being predators we play it with gusto. In the time game anything not you becomes a greater threat the longer it hangs around, just like an infection setting in, or how food rots, we start to learn with profound shock, if your not living, your dying. Or a bit more accurately, when you stop growing, you start dying, even closer, if your not expanding your contracting. This of course is still only a 2 choice idea, it's still locks us into an illusion of choice. If the battle is life and death, and answer shouted by everything is always life how do we reconcile this dichotomy. How can we celebrate the victor in the arena when he dripping in the blood, sweat, and feces of his opponent. How do we tell our children, that it's not ok to hurt others, and when we decide they are no longer children shove a gun in their hand and tell them to kill their neighbor, or be killed. No death is not our boogeyman any more, we coax, and torture nature to provide not what we need, or even what we reasonably desire. We squeeze the golden goose till it bleeds gold, till it's lushest oziest parts are dripping down our chin, staining our silk tie, cotton shirt, lizard skin belt, leather pants, and fur trimmed alligator boots till we puke. We squeeze the last drop, fish the oceans dry, not out of need, for our needs are modest, we do it because we have been offered no other options. Consume, or be consumed. Once our opponents are long dusty, and our glory is fading we miss the good old simpler days, those we overcame taking on status in the telling of our own stories. Yes we carry our demons with us, and with every passing year they become larger, and our deeds in over coming them more heroic. We Proclaim it to all Money doesn't grow on trees you know, and the giving tree withers it's leaves stripped bear, it's bark yanked free, it's flesh made pulp and reconstituted so we can make some pretty pictures on it, and call it ours. I don't hate money, money is an idea, and in the realm of ideas I swim with the sharks. I've been exposed to the trivium, and quadrivium, pi, phi, and even the Harris curve, our newest choice of curves, a new path to follow, a new star before our eyes. We build our temples to our creators, where babies cries are shunned. We rip our ugly growths from our own flesh, and call it cancer, and deny it's attachment to our emotions. Oh make no mistake we have damned ourselves for sure, for in our process of becoming, we have to live with what we've done. This is our state of terror, our splash of liquid light, our stairway to heaven, and highway to hell. Dharma, Karma, Sin, our triplets of story, our mistresses of fate. Weighing our heart against perfection, the living can not pass, for the living sit in judgment, while the dead just watch it pass. The living write the story down, building, destroying, crafting. Deluding themselves all the while, with pretty little dreams, of I can do no harm. We label ourselves dogs, and wolves, black widows, snakes, bears and list goes on and on, than we wonder why we kill. Our own sophistication has become our trap de jour, and I'm crazy enough to be handing out peter pan advice. In our marvel of our own magnificence our march to greater contrast, our rush to ever bigger, bolder, badder. We circle our wagons, lock down the prison, close the bathroom door, all because we can't stand the smell of our own shit. I've been eating shit my whole life, there is no possible way for me to deny it, I gave my top teeth eating the shit put in front of me, oh it's lies were so sweet. The numbing of the mind, of the soul, of the heart, that sweet oblivion of nothingness to take away the anguish of being a pimp or ho. I'm so tired of eating shit for being me, for seeing things I see, I will always chose my truth over your lies, I have to, it's the only way I can live, and die with myself.
Life eats Life, it's all there is, when you make it all one, we end up eating our own shit, you might think me mad, and that is fine we are all mad here, that is not in question. The question we are asking is can we live with ourselves, for eating ourselves. Meat is Murder, and it's all sucking off someone elses tit, we all know these things, they are not new or novel. Don't believe me, well take a look at these. shit burger it doesn't even matter if it's a hoax, or fact, that it's there. That we have become so pained by where meat comes from that people have even contemplated this rings alarm bells. If thats not your speed how about this.
That is adorable little girl is Taylor Momsen, in the Grinch, many of you know here from a tv show she did that I don't recall. Some know now, as the lead singer of The Pretty Reckless. For much of America she grew up on their tv screens, I missed that part as I was absorbing myself in other worlds to escape the pain of lying in my bed. While I was distracted by the glitter of the lights in the distance, She went from singing
Fahoo Fores Dahoo Dores Welcome Christmas Come this way Fahoo Fores Dahoo Dores Welcome Christmas, Christmas day Welcome, welcome fahoo ramus Welcome, welcome dahoo damus Christmas day is in our grasp, So long as we have hands to clasp
To a lovely young woman who's words I hear on many lips, from many tongues. Thank you Ms. Momsen, while I do not really do the fan thing, I see you, and your beautiful to me. This is the price of our denial of nature, this bitter pill is our salvation. In our death spiral of guilt, over all our perceived failures, our pitfalls of loss, we finally give up the ghost. Not because we have to die, because we no longer can take the pain of being alive, and what we have to do to stay that way.
The world devours it's young, Because we like sweets, and babies taste best. It doesn't matter how twisted the appetite. The old say youth is wasted on the young, while the young scream never trust anyone over 30. The age old struggle, the old lion wants to keep his pride, while the young just wants a piece of tail. The widow ate her suitor after he dropped of his seed, not from grief hatred or malice, she knows he'll eat the young, cuz it's good to be the king, But not when there can only be one.
I love you all, it's just a matter if you can accept the only love I know how give, cuz its a jagged little pill.
listen to the music, not just the beat, pay attention to the story, it's your soul speaking
In case you haven't figured it out, this will be about emotional transference. A fancy way of saying emotions about one thing or person, put on another thing or person. This happens so often, and usually without our being aware we have done it. Sometimes it's a natural response to repeated experience. Like when a dog beaten by a person in uniform starts barking whenever a person in uniform is around. This is the same process at play in learning fire burns, you transfer that
experience onto another experience, and avoid the pain. So far so good, but when you start to proactively use that understanding you get some very creative, if morally questionable results.
What does this have to do with holidays you might ask? Well so far I've talked about examples of negative transference, but what about positive. That is where the holidays come in, when you see a brand use a holiday on the packaging, advertising, and marketing campaigns they are banking on at least some of those pleasant feelings you have will slide on over to them. Taken to the extreme and you get the diamond market, this might be the most classic marketing example, and one of my personal favorites. I say favorite with all sarcasm, but the it is amazing, that people were able to take an artificially scarce stone. Then so completely attach it's value to symbolic for the love between a man and woman. On top of that, make it a virtually mandatory expense as a part of the marriage rites. Even people that have read, and already know the scam will turn around a few minutes later, and fall right back under the spell.
Is that Love or Emotional Hijacking?
On a much more intimate and personal level, this same idea started to be taught, with various titles from art of seduction, to the pick up artist. To be clear, from my perspective there is no way to morally use this kinda of information in this way. The reason I feel this is simple, it is the same process that happens naturally and honestly when people develop a love relationship. So when someone understands how these work, they no longer work, and if they do work than your being deceptive.
When two people meet, and the attraction is honest and genuine there is the natural desire to learn everything you can about the other person. Usually at least early on, the other person is more interesting than we are ourselves. This real desire to put another before self sets up automatic transference. When the other person is so rapt in attention to your thoughts, and emotions, it's very easy to see your own feelings reflected back. This back and forth is the investment of your own emotions into the other, it's the trick of love, that isn't a trick at all till we make it one.
That is the problem I have in teaching this information as a means of what amounts to conquest. It turns what was one of the most wondrous experiences people can share, and turns it into sales, and
marketing of the most insidious fashion. When people are taught to use psychological tricks on each other real time, we are on shaky ground. I am going to single out males because this is primarily being taught to males, with reasons that might be as twisted and messed up as the teaching of it. So if a male with this understanding puts into practice it's not about love, it's about sex. It is not about the individual woman it is being used on, point of fact it is going to become a numbers game. So our guy understanding transference, basicly trolls the room, picking out as many possible females to start working. When a likely prey reveals itself, it's time to move in, separate them from the herd, this is an important step, much easier to work past the defenses of one person, than a group of people. Once in isolation, the man in question does everything possible to say nothing. The fewer words our fellow says the more likely he is to accomplish his goal. As I said this is a numbers game, and by the numbers women are far more forgiving as to physical traits than men. Generally it's not the looks of a man that decides if a he is an acceptable mate. So for our guy, he is not as much working to get her to desire him, as he is trying to not do something stupid to eliminate himself. This is not as tough as it might seem, being attentive is the foundation. All it takes is get her to talk about her passions, and lets face it we all like to talk about the things we love. At this point it's done, the feelings, and passions will be transferred onto our Guy, and all he needs to do is not break the spell. That is my problem with it, our guy is being taught to be dishonest in order to fulfil natural physical drives we all share. There are no winners in this approach.
To Worship False Idols
There is much trepidation in the writing and posting of this section, with a great temptation to just leave it off. Even most that have been right with me so far will recoil from what I am about to write as having already lambasted love, I'm about to slap religion around a bit as well. Before I do so, I want to again state, this not intended as an offence or attack on anyone or organization. There are wonders, and horrors to be found in everything. If for whatever reason you find these ideas over the line, stop reading, label me crazy, and go on with your life. I won't be offended, or hurt, and neither will you.
At their core all our religious, and societal structures have through out history strove to do one thing. Unite and focus the energy of a group of people, that are by nature individualistic and resistant to homogenization. Think of the idea of trying to herd cats, or how wilful toddlers can be, and you have the concept I'm going for. To accomplish this, they use the idea of dedication to something larger than self. Secular or Faith based does not matter the outcome is a ideology, with all the trappings positive and negative. So we can have secular saints, zealots of atheism, and holy wars. These are all done the same way, a process almost of deification that is seemingly well understood, and has been for countless ages. If you haven't figured it out already, I'm talking about how worship
works, how we interact with divinity. In crafting our ceremonies, rituals, rallies, what have you, there is purpose. The purpose is always the same, to guide the thoughts, feelings, and behaviors, to an end. No matter the end, for good or ill, the dynamics involved are the same, predictable, and exploitable. Just take a look at the people who have changed the world, they understood theater very well. Even a historic figure as reviled as Hitler is known to have trained in oratory skills, his rallies finely tuned works of theater to weave an emotional trance state in the attendees. A group hypnosis, where the voice of the rational mind is drowned out by the emotional attachments being manipulated.
I know we all like to think we are strong willed individuals that would never get swept up by the sentiments of the crowd. The truth is the desire to give up our self into the care of something larger than yourself is seemingly fundamental to our make up. We want to believe, and often so badly we fool ourselves, or make excuses. Even religion, it has nothing to do with God, it is the exploitation of our own fear of mortality. If there is a religion that is actually focused on God, and not on man I have yet to become aware of it. Being human centric they concern themselves with how divinity can assist humans, or what the plan of divinity is for humanity. They exploit some fairly basic psychological truths, not a one of us can ever live up to our own vision of perfection. So we will always see ourselves as horribly flawed, even when our external response is to project perfection. That the unknown is both exciting and terrifying, something we always want to glimpse, but not get any on us. The trifecta for religion is an comforting partial truth or outright lie on the fate of those we have lost. You ever stop to wonder how odd it is to have an intermediary to the ineffable, the unknowable.
in closing there is love enough for everyone, more than we can bear, and if the sun ever stops shining it's love upon us, by the time we realize it, we will already be dead.
Much has been made of the potential spread of democracy around the world. The words Pax Americana, can be heard, and might not be far off. Democracy has become a catch all media buzz word, generally used to justify some manor of intervention. Which likely looks anything but democratic in nature. As an American I can not deny the obviously selective nature of our desire for other nations to experience the blessings of democratic rule. The examples of support for "friendly" dictatorships by the United States would be laughable if it weren't so hypocritical. While media outlets tout the overthrow of one regime as a victory for the people, and blow for democracy. Movements in nations with western friendly dictatorships are in large part ignored, and often these governments are receiving aid, or military backing from the US. Leaving it painfully obvious, that as a nation we are far more concerned with our perceived national self interest than any notions of self determination, or democracy. In the US we pride ourself on our right to vote, yet how many feel represented? How many even know how our electoral system works? Democracy is great, one of the most amazing innovations, but like so many things context plays it's role.
The Choice We Can't See
To serve as an elected public official can be viewed in many ways, an honor, an act of duty, maybe even a burden. The one thing for the public well-being it would best left not thought of is as a career. By the time a candidate is offered for your consideration, they have already been approved by their party, and in the days of money equals speech, the contributors. It's not really a surprise than to see that often organizations fund both parties equally. Call it strategic planning, or corporate governance, the effect is undue influence to put it nicely. If you did notice, there were many on that list that did not fund both sides, which is just as telling. When you have only two main political parties as entrenched as and pervasive as in the US, they can not be opposites, they can only be opposames. The parties never leave power, they share power, just changing the distribution. We find ourselves in a the role of child being offered choice as a balm for all the no's in our daily existence.
Factions
In an absolute government there can be no... equiponderant parties. The despot is the government. His power suppressing all opposition, maintains his ministers firm in their places. What he has contracted, therefore, through them, he has the power to observe with good faith; and he identifies his own honor and faith with that of his nation." --Thomas Jefferson to John Langdon, 1810. ME 12:377
"Warring against [the principles] of the people,... there is no length to which [the delusion of the people] may not be pushed by a party in possession of the revenues and the legal authorities of the United States, for a short time indeed, but yet long enough to admit much particular mischief. There is no event, therefore, however atrocious which may not be expected." --Thomas Jefferson to Samuel Smith, 1798. (*) ME 10:56
Now revisit the idea that our parties never leave power, are backed pretty equally by most major corporate entities, in a nation who's currency is owned/controlled by a what amounts to a private bank. Our two party system with elections, is seeming to offer less and less of real choice.
As always, make up your own mind
Jack
aka
PansyBard
All through my childhood I learned about a country. The most amazing nation ever conceived, founded on principals of individual liberty. Where justice was blind, and color was known properly as fiction having no foundation in reality. A land where accidents of birth did not define a life, with people being judged on their own merits. Where self claims of exceptionalism are met with the proper disdain, and understanding of immaturity such exclamations warrant. A country that protected the rights of those living within it's shores, not because the country had granted any rights, but precisely due to knowing they were always present. Where people were free, leaders were servants, and we did things not because they were easy, only that they were right. A nation that understood unrestrained democracy was tantamount to might makes right, with a people firm in their understanding that selecting leaders is as important as electing them.
A painful glimpse of the America that lives in my heart, and mind. There is no self deception, if my vision of the land of my birth ever existed, it's name is long lost to the mists of time. The United States corporate entity, and subsidiaries who control the world I find myself experiencing are another matter entirely. No longer a nation of people occupying a land mass, but a slick pr machine to backed the might an empire the likes scarcely dreamed of. Hundreds of bases, millions of assets, every corner of the globe in short reach. Rome reborn, Alexander's dream come true? It's plain to see America was slaughtered, or subjected, when The United States were born. The stamp of D.C, clearly lays out the pattern. Ask yourself a question, If your a free person, and this is a land of freedom, than why are you policed? why are streets patrol'd? These are words of prison and war, they have no place among the free. Don't fret, I am not an advocate of anarchy, it is a revolution of mind, a blossoming of understanding gnawing in these guts. Strip away the legal fictions, that have enslaved the mind and spirit, and is quickly claiming the body. Peace is not enforced, it is disturbed, and than restored. Officers upholding the peace respond to complaints and disturbances, not enforce statutes, codes, and regulations. A government derives it's authority from the consent of the governed, it can hold no powers not granted by the people. Now our politicians ask not what is right, but what is legal, Where hatred is protected, yet openness is shunned. Artificial shared experience engendered through the superficial connection of technology. Trauma based mass mind manipulation, sorcery of the highest order, turned to mathematical certainty.
Many will dismiss these words as paranoid delusional, or misguided. Perhaps they even deserve such a label, though there no sense of being personally persecuted. Only a profound sense of a sadness as perception replaces projection.
As you might have gathered, today is just pure exasperation. In the US we have been warned of growing threat to our liberty for decades. It's even quite simple to follow the warnings back to before the founding of this nation. While I might be a charter member of the tin foil hat wearing club by many peoples standards. I am not talking about any grand over arching conspiracy, though there are many to go around. Our current scandal over torture is another slide toward the ideals of collective self interest. In almost all of the warnings our leaders have given us, they seem to have this common thread, The instances of, as well as the broad scope lead most to see disparate unrelated causation. Is this really the case or are we looking at a more fundamental challenge to individual expression? To answer this we might need to take a step back at the principals the US government were founded on.
The most basic idea drilled into school children has been the separation of powers, or checks and balances. Three branches, with the press being the public check on the system as a whole. No one branch being afforded a dominate position. Extend this idea to a nation, or the planet, and suddenly a new picture emerges. Oppression, exploitation, and genocide, repeated through history. One groups collective self interest being used to justify all manor of horrors, perpetrated on those perceived as other. Even taken to the scale of humanity as a whole, the dangers of unrestrained collective self interest are apparent. This is something that was well understood by the founders of the US, corporate charters were for short duration, and to be renewed the public benefit had to be shown. The alteration of these ideals was not done in your interest, or mine. Now we have gotten to where corporate entities have become almost super beings. Wielding influence over aspects of everyday life most can scarcely imagine. Enacting policies even to the detriment of those employed by the corporate entity.
A bunch of gobbledygook to get to, the purpose of any governing body is not to govern it's people, It's to protect them from being governed by anyone, or thing aside from their own conscience. To ensure the liberties we all see as our birthright are not infringed.
I guess this is one of the questions almost everyone has or will ask themselves at some point. What I find most entertaining is while who might at first glance be tough question, our understanding of the nature of reality may have made what the more confusing. That being said many will never get past who, so I'll start with my take on who we are in general sense, before I attempt a prod at the what.
Who am I, might seem pretty easy, I mean I have an identity I use on a daily basis for others to refer to. So I have a name I was given at physical birth, and to one degree or another I identify with this name. In my case I refused to even answer to my given name till middle school. With a name like Jack can you blame me? Some of you might be wondering whats wrong with the name Jack? It isn't that there is something wrong with it, but when you start to look a bit deeper in the meanings and effects of names on the psyche, and even down the physical your perception of it might alter. At this point I'd like to direct you to the work of Dr Masaru Emoto. Is it really such a leap to apply that to your name and the water of your body. Everyday people call you by a name, this name carries with it an form. The form, or energy carried by your name patterns you without your even knowing it. Every name has entangled in it the history of that named being used over and over. Things like the numerology of a name takes on new meaning the numbers telling a story of the energy contained, and the overall effect a particular name carries. In the case of my given first name it would be something like this, 10 1 3 11, in the most widely used western numerology this would be added as individual numbers to come with an overall energy of the name. Looking something like this 1+0+1+3+1+1=7, so the over arching energy would 7. This of course is just one aspect, another is ideas presented by Synchromysticism. Applied to names, and assuming the interaction of the energies present and Jack becomes an identity that perhaps some would find tough to assume. All of this also relies on a thread to be woven through history, a running narrative extending back into antiquity, and forward off into infinity. Some would argue that there is no linkage that can be identified that warrants these ideas be anymore then speculation. I say we are link, we write the stories, we become the tapestry linking them all. How does this all add up to who I think I am? Well to put it simply, I am a work of fiction. As one of my favorite t-shirts states "fictional character". I'm not sure a more true representation of our condition can be found, I have a running narrative, containing the character I am currently playing. My conception of self is less important to you, then your concept of me. So I don't even have a set identity, who am I changes as the way those around me perceive me changes. Even my sense of self identity relies on the culture I find myself in, just try to describe who you are without using other people, things, or events. As strange as our sense of identity might be, it pales when compared with what we are.
What we are becomes so much a matter of perception, and the deeper you look the stranger we seem. Most medical doctors will say we are mostly water, while most physicists will say your mostly empty space. Both are correct when looked at from their respective perspectives. When you keep going down the rabbit hole into the realm of quantum the fun really begins. Suddenly the fact we are as paradoxical as the idea of particle or wave becomes so self evident as to defy what most consider rational explanation. As it turns out we are an illusion, a trick of the senses, think seeing is believing. we appear solid, though we know there is nothing solid we can find. Even our perceptions are as easy to change as clicking the remote to switch channels. Our senses so easily fooled, yet trusted implicitly. When was the last time you stopped to consider how your senses function, how what you perceive isn't exactly a lie, though it's only accurate from a human perspective. When was the last time you thought about how your "senses" function, or even questioned the limits we are given on the senses. How many senses do you even have? this might seems silly but this video from the Animaniacs points out the limit of 5 senses isn't even accurate. The view we are a classical system made up of quantum components may be one of the most accurate I've seen to date, it may even hold the clue to the interface between mind, body, spirit through entanglement. So what am I? Does it even matter? I and no one else can answer these questions for you, all anyone can do is give the answers that work for them.
I've been staying away from economics, so many people think it's so dull, and frankly I have never cared all that much for money as an abstraction. My heart does have large tracts of space for all sorts of creatures who still believe in the dollar, or piles of gold. What ever make you feel secure I suppose. The U.S. has been belly up to the bar of cheap cash for so long now, that people don't even know what sound fiscal policy is. This is likely to change, and in the short term as opposed to the long haul. Take a look at this article, and then lets take another look at the financial house of cards has been built. http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2013-11-20/pboc-says-no-longer-in-china-s-favor-to-boost-record-reserves.html not enough, then maybe this one will get ya over the hump http://theeconomiccollapseblog.com/archives/china-announces-that-it-is-going-to-stop-stockpiling-u-s-dollars
I was so not paying attention to it anymore, and it was so under the boards that I almost missed it. Think of this now, we are printing 85 billion a month, someone needs to buy that debt, or we are going to swallow it.
Bottom line, we stop printing and our interest rates must rise, we've been trading long term debt for short term debt. Meaning we have to cycle through it ever faster. If that new debt has no place to go, and the interest rates are forced to rise then we as a nation will not be able to fund our obligations due to the interest payments rising out of control.
Again, for me, this is not a bad thing, it's just a thing. If your counting on dollars for your security, then buckle up it's gonna get bumpy.
I was watching a show on fusion reactors it started a chain of thought crossing through generation of electric power, through power in it's many flavors. What I was first struck by aside from a feeling of utter stupidity. I mean the complexity of just the instruments folks are designing to monitor these reactions is astounding. The process they are duplicating, and that we even can is a testament to how far we've come in such a short time. I mean ITER will be a stunning display of the consolidation of power. By this time I had moved toward ideas that perhaps our ideas on a consolidated power generation need at think. Maybe a distributed system would be nice approach. Generation of power would start on a local level, wind, water, solar. Advances like this should see independent power generation on the rise. A grid where everyone supported everyone else, but also maintained local generation of power would also add a layer of security in not offering a few large targets to take down the entire grid.
Well by now I was off, how is energy any different then any other kind of power? As it turns out, it's not. Power is Power, doesn't matter the form, and it can take almost all of the, it's still power. As power it obeys all the same patterns no matter the form you find it in. This got me off the idea of distributed versus consolidated power systems. In the world today it's all about consolidation, the idea of people with power will do everything they can to keep it. Utter silliness almost everyone gets the idea that the best way to keep something is to make sure everyone has it.
In our world, power in all it's forms has be pooled, pooled power stagnates, and draws opposition.
As an American I feel it's not just my right, but my responsibility to point out just how massive, and all encompassing our failure is. Many still cry out that we are the best nation in the world, all while the statistics, and experience is otherwise. Some my rail against what they see as me being anti-america. They would be correct, I am against the America I see out my window, on my TV screen, and in cyber space. I have trouble understanding how your not as disappointed as I am. If there is a way for a nation to fail that America has not already failed in I'd be shocked.
If we had problems in just one area you might be able to say it was the exception, but on the whole America is solid. Our economy is touted as being the #1 in the world based on gdp. All well and good if we lived in fantasy land, but where I live when your top export to one of your biggest trade partners is trash. Your in trouble. You did read that right, America's biggest export to China is returning the packaging for all the goodies they make us. We act like it's Christmas everyday, and as long as we send the wrapping and boxes back Santa will refill them.
The ACA or Obamacare as it's widely know is a 10k+ page monstrosity. Seemingly designed to force people that don't use a system to pay for those that do. This debacle at health care reform is just another example of political theater designed to confuse, and bewilder. Mean while back in reality the rest of the world divests itself of the dollar.
So no economy, no health care, how about education? Well no again we are failing. According to the latest data America isn't even in the top 10. We don't even make the playoffs. No wonder the hi-tech jobs are leaving, we increasingly are unable to fill them. You can find a more detailed account of just how badly we are failing in this regard here.
There was for years the expectation in America that children would be better off then their parents. This is no longer the case, and unless fundamental changes are made we won't even recognize the country we wake up in. I have come to the painful realization that the country I was taught about was only a story.
For years the back bone of the middle class has been whats called "low skill" "low wage" manufacturing jobs. With the onslaught of freetrade agreements these jobs fled the wealthier nations, and took up residence in the undeveloped or poorer nations. This has led toward more global equilibrium of wealth, and power. Simultaneously leading to greater income inequalities within each respective nation. Many have noticed the jobs created are lower paying then the jobs lost. Even the jobs that currently available may not be for much longer, automation, and technology advancement may make them obsolete.
I'm not trying to be an alarmist, or chicken little. This could be an end of the world as they know it for some people. Though they would of had to have been playing ostrich for quite sometime now. Most have seen this coming for decades, if not since Mr. Ford invented the factory. For those forward thinking people this amazing transitional period can offer opportunities unheard of even ten years ago.
The very concepts of work, and money are changing before your eyes.
While Rome burned Nero fiddled.
When historians write of the fall of the dollar will the caption go something like this?
Obamacare The Greatest Magic Trick Ever
For years it's been one distraction after another. I always wonder when I'm learning about the newest scandal, if the media is completely controlled, what is so big they need to hide it with this? With the "shutdown" if you can call it that pushed back past the holiday season. Obamacare will and has been continually used as a means to hold peoples attention while the rest of the world divests itself of as many of it's Dollar reserves as they can manage. This isn't even a new trend. While all time stock highs can be tied to the largest supply of dollars at the cheapest price ever. So if you haven't started learning Chinese you might want to consider it. The smart ones have all started spending the dollars we intended to be held to ensure some return on investment.
Don't be fooled while Americans watch a drama crafted just for them, the rest of the world is finalizing their plans for the end of the sole reserve status of the dollar.
There is an almost universal awareness of the slide from power of America. Look no farther then our net import/export. The Deficit spending, free trade agreements world wide changing to cut out the dollar. Some of the problems we find ourselves in now have their roots 100 years ago. These things are fairly easy to see for most people. The real question is would you make the changes needed to fix it? I mean really would you have the will it takes to make the changes needed to save America as a nation.
It's really not that tough here are a few well known fixes. Please note these are fixes for the current system, and do not fix the basic problem of interest on currency creation. Just take a look at this How to fix America. Everyone seems to know exactly what the problems are, and how to fix them.
I think the question I don't see being asked might be more important. Should it be saved?
As America was on the rise it created global cooperation never before seen. You can argue how beneficial America's involvement has been for any given region or country, but the overall global inter connectivity is undeniable. So have we as human beings matured past the point of nations to the point where we need something new?
America is what is known as a representative democracy. This basically means we don't directly make many of the choices that govern our everyday lives. Instead we elect the people to make those decisions for us. There is nothing inherently wrong with this set up. So long as you keep an eye on what your representatives are deciding, and they understand who they work for. In the present day and age this has become complicated by the idea of corporate person-hood, but that is not in the scope or aim of this post to cover.
For the most part it's so far so good. You vote for a person you feel holds your values. They get to work on making sure those values are represented in our collective governing body. The problem comes when the people stop paying attention, or when the ones that are paying attention feel it's beyond their control.
How many times do you hear "I'm not political", or "I don't follow politics". What about this one, "it doesn't really effect me", "I know it's wrong, but I can't do anything about it". This is the opt out of our system. You at this point have given away any power you might have in our present system.
So my question is this.
If you have opted out of the system, why do you think you have deserve a say in it?
It's all over the news, and obvious to anyone willing to take an unbiased look would say America is in decline. I hear the calls from concerned citizens, buy american, bring our jobs home. Try to buy a tv made in america, how many electronic devices are even made here anymore. How about cars, how many of the parts in your car were manufactured here? Look, I'm not trying to point fingers at any one individual or group. I'm saying we all are culpable.
Want to know if your country is on the rise or in decline. Look for the international trade balances. If your country is negative, wealth is leaving.
This isn't rocket science, things for sure can get confusing, but the major trends are generally pretty easy to spot. When you have a country that is the worlds trade currency your going to add value. This will increase the value of the currency, though it does nothing to add value to the real economy of the country. The effect of this means the goods produced will reflect this artificially inflated money.
Combine this with a rise of international conglomerate to whom borders are to be exploited in the quest for profits and it's a nice recipe.
The writing has been on the wall for years, it's been a slow motion decent from dizzying heights. Look around the net you'll see so many warning of the collapse of America. The warning is to late, it would of needed to be heeded decades ago to halt the natural transition of power.
Is there a more fundamental idea being shown in these concepts? In the idea of patterning, there is a shape or pattern that all energy systems repeat in a fractal manner. The same would be said for the holographic universe model.
In Rupert Sheldrake's morphic resonance there are habits, not hard fast laws. This brings to mind the observer principle, where the act of observation changes the outcome. How about a simple expanding gas cloud where we can predict perfectly the whole cloud, but not the actions of a single molecule in it. Lets not stop there how about people? Well it's pretty easy to predict quite accurately how the aggregate will react to any given stimulus, but a bit different when it comes to the individual.
Could it be that self awareness is the link in this chain? Would the math work out perfectly if there was no one to do it? This what these ideas bring to mind for me.
How indoctrination patterns not just the individual but the world around them.
This is how civilizations are made, how mystery schools develop, and why they fail. Imagine a well worn path, walked daily by many people. Over time the path wears, and erodes from normal use. At first no one would notice, it's so close to the same level as the ground around it. Eventually the path becomes a rut, hopefully you notice at this stage, most don't. The path gets more use then ever, eventually becoming a small gorge that people still walk through. At this point no one even thinks about there being another way as the walls blind them to the other routes. I like to think of this as the road less traveled idea, or crop rotation. No matter how well worn the path is someone will want to walk in the grass.
Could it be self awareness that summons forth variables we can't solve for?
With all the hype about American exceptional-ism being tossed around I couldn't help myself but entertain a few thoughts on the matter.
Is American the defender of freedom, and virtue?
Highly unlikely, the wars for profit, oil, and currency interests would pretty much rule that out. America has been driven by self interest from the founding fathers on.
But if America isn't the worlds defender of all that is good, then are they the evil empire?
This again isn't very likely. Think of the Star Wars movies episodes 1-3.
While so many people see it as a war between light, and dark. Taking place between the republic, and the separatists. As well as being reflected in the journey of Anakin from "light" to "dark". Once you look a bit closer you notice that Palpatine was controlling both sides, as well as pushing Anakin down a path to becoming Vader. What we are left with is a very powerful psychopath working to solidify his own grip on power. Seeing things simply as "good" versus "evil" actually plays into the hands of Palpatine.
So how does this relate to the concept of American exceptional-ism?
The Jedi thought of themselves as exceptional, guardians of the republic. This served them well right up till they became an institution of the republic.
Ensuring they would no long act exceptionally, and would then on enforce a set of rules.
America was exceptional, at the end of WWII our infrastructure was intact. Manufacturing was booming, and we held the lions share of the worlds gold.
The Dollar then became exceptional when it was made the worlds reserve currency. This made the Dollar, and America the exception globally. This incredible boon, and responsibility for sure made America the exception globally.
How long can you really oppose a nation that can effectively lock your nation out of global trade. You have to also ask, how has America used it's position of power, and privilege? It's used it in every way possible. I feel plunder, rape, and pillage could easily be applied. Of course right next door to those are bastions of wonder and beauty. I read an article where it was referred to as the pax-Americana by the Chinese state media. While obviously biased, it's not an unfair characterization. My real question isn't is exceptional-ism dangerous, of course it is. Any time someone or thing sets itself outside the rules everyone else follows the likely hood of abuse is very high. My question is this. Are we following this script a little closer then we care to admit? There is a scene where Padme poses a question that boils down to asking if they are fighting for the right side. This is a very interesting question, and not one with an easy answer. At the time it is posed there is no side that has the interests of the people. The Emperor controls both sides of the conflict. Like that conflict the sides we are presented with here are not what they seem to be.
