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Impossible Talk - Parapsychology Audio Special

2012-01-30T08:22:00.001Z

Occasionally I hit intellectual internet paydirt.

It takes wading through piles of rubbish, and
potentially wasting time, but drawing conclusions
and moving on when the nonsense alarm goes off . . .

Rubies in the dust, and the hunting of the snark.

You might even catch a Haggis.

A man's a man for all that, eh?
[Happy Burns Night!]

I try to not waste your time, however, and this

selection is truly worthy of your listenin' ears.

Just before that, though, I leave you with these giddy thoughts.

1. They say are a fixed number of 'personality types',
and a variety of methods to determine these.
Yet one of these profiles is always missed out by the profilers.
That is the personality profile of people who
cannot help but profile the personalities of others.

2. There must be some way to get rid of these eugenesists,
perhaps we could try breeding them out?

Ahem . . . .

Here are two I listened to this weekend.
Go to the main site for the rest of the interviews . . .

There will also be a film forthcoming, entitled;
'Authors of the Impossible'

NB - To download, just click the links,

and these will take you to Divshare free download service.

Wait for the ticker to countdown, then click download.
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IMPOSSIBLE TALK

Is a podcast series dedicated to sophisticated, open discussions of and lectures on the paranormal and anomalous dimensions of American culture, particularly as these have orbited around the Human Potential Movement and its simultaneous embrace of cutting-edge science and the further reaches of mystical experience. Hosted by historian of religions, Jeffrey J. Kripal and film director Scott Hulan Jones.

Episode 2: Dean Radin; 92 minutes -- Download MP3 

Jeff and Scott talk with parapsychologist Dean Radin, Laboratory Director of the Institute of Noetic Sciences, about his work and what it reveals about the nature of consciousness. Radin is the author of Entangled Minds: Extrasensory Experiences in a Quantum Reality, and The Conscious Universe: The Scientific Truth of Psychic Phenomena.

Episode 3: Stephen E. Braude; 92 minutes -- Download MP3

Jeff and Scott talk with Stephen E. Braude, Professor of Philosophy at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, about his career as an analytic philosopher who writes about psychical and paranormal phenomena, including one particularly mind-boggling coffee table that "floats" through all of his books. Prof. Braude is the author of five books, including his latest, The Gold Leaf Lady and Other Parapsychological Investigations (Chicago, 2008).

The main website here

Jeff Kripal's site

Connected to all this is the forthcoming film; 'Supernature'

Nassim Haramein Decoded

2012-01-30T07:51:00.001Z

I really enjoyed Nassim's videos, and did rather hope

[oh how tricky things can be . . . oh . . oh . . ] that

he was onto something. I even suspended my innate

mistrut of ANYONE who feels those damned crop circles

are exotic and full of meaning, as this means they are

prone to all sorts of wishful nonsense, and prone to

any kind of stage magic [which crop circles most certainly are].

Anyway, I periodically check the internet for opposing views

on anyone and everything I have ever thought cool or interesting,

so as to keep myself correct, and to see what comes out in the
wash - for it will all come out in the wash if the dye is cheap
and badly fixed and using the wrong fabric.

So, having heard nothing whatsoever from Nassim for a couple
of years since his 'peer reviewed' paper, I conducted one of my
periodic searches.

And found this wonderfully written and rather revealing

account of the author's to-and-fro with Haramein, who

does not, I'm sorry to say, come out of it very well.

Nassim Haramein - Fraud Or Sage? - Intro

Nassim Haramein - Fraud Or Sage? - Main

Nassim Haramein - Response

I am quite happy with all this, as I am i the business of

moving forwards and sorting the wheat from the chaff

as a means of progressing and not wasting my own time

more than is necessary. This requires both an open mind,

critical thought, and no sacred cows, anywhere, ever.

Try dragging a sacred cow that has died around with you.

It will be heavy, and it will smell horrible.

The problem with these things is that there are so many

1. True believers

and

2. Sarcastic and lame debunkers.

What's a person to do!

Think for yourself, always.

And don't get attached.

You'll only have to detach at some point.

Next!

Maya 2012 - Misconceptions And Messages

2012-01-24T07:51:00.002Z

The Maya speak up about the meaning of 2012.

The Maya have taken center stage because many fear the supposed end date of their calendar marks the end of the world. Most of this information comes from non-Mayans and it is not accurate…the Maya’s message is simple: “Our actions have created a world out of balance that must be rebalanced immediately in order for us to avoid more suffering…to humans and to all life.”

5 No’j
April 8th, 2011

Antigua Guatemala, Guatemala

To my brothers and sisters around the world:

In the name of the Heart of the Heavens and the Heart of the Earth,
greetings from Guatemala and the National Council of Elders Mayas, Xinca and Garifuna.

I, Wakatel Utiw, “Wandering Wolf,” Cirilo Perez Oxlaj, humbly offer this message to you. I speak now of what we see happening in the world today. According to the Maya Calendars we are living in the time of the 13 Baktun and 13 Ajau. This is a time that comes accompanied with great pain. We are seeing a series of events approaching us as never seen before, these events come charged with tremendous sufferings and pain. They will happen in different places. They will touch us equally, men and women, old and young, indigenous or non-indigenous.

All this is due to the contamination. The atmosphere has lost its control. We the Maya see it with much sadness that we will see hunger and drought. Plagues will invade the fields and affect the agriculture; new illnesses will appear and will be difficult to cure. The sun rays are getting stronger and stronger as time goes by.
Our recommendation to avoid more suffering is this: No more nuclear testing, no more wars, no more mining and other explorations, no more use of chemicals. This is the only way the human race, the animals and the ancient trees could survive and see the new Sun*. If we do not change, few will be the ones to survive and see the arrival of the 6th Sun.

Let’s reconcile with our Creator and our Mother Earth, each one in our own way. For us the Maya will be with our Sacred Fire.

Respectfully,

Wandering Wolf

*Note: RE: “Sun.” Contrary to popular belief the living elders of the Maya do not agree that December 21, 2012 is the end of their calendar. A new “Sun” represents the beginning of a new Long Count cycle in the calendar system of approximately 5,200 years, which they say may not happen for many years.

More Messages

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Sun Burst

2012-01-24T06:54:00.007Z

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RADIATION STORM IN PROGRESS: Solar protons accelerated by this morning's M9-class solar flare are streaming past Earth. On the NOAA scale of radiation storms, this one ranks S3, which means it could, e.g., cause isolated reboots of computers onboard Earth-orbiting satellites and interfere with polar radio communications.

Click Image;

Click here for animated projection

From Spaceweather

Where Is Your Outrage?

2012-01-20T19:26:00.000Z

The Only Solution;

Independance.

Individual Sovereignty.

Self Responsibility.

Take It Back.

White Punks On Dope

2012-01-20T18:25:00.007Z

And on into the early 80's . . .which were,
of course, much like the late seventies . . .

Don't make em like this anymore . . .

Frackin awesome . . .

[It is Friday night after all . . ]
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Up In A Puff Of Smoke

2012-01-20T17:56:00.002Z

Continuing my glam-tastic seventies run ..

Here's one of my secret weapons. . . .

Hmmm . . . Secret weapons . . .

What if . . .oh nevermind . . . :)

PLAY LOUD!

And to calm you down again, here's this smouldering gem . .

Truly heartfelt . . when people in public were still . . human . .

Dancin Fool

2012-01-20T12:12:00.002Z

Mega-D.O.S.

2012-01-20T05:58:00.001Z

Well, the virtual gloves are coming off it would seem.

You can't have an internets, and have people

living through it, and then try to stop it.

Barn Door - Horse - Bolted - Pandora's Box - Duh!

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From; Techcruch.com

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Hacker group Anonymous isn’t happy about the takedown of file-sharing site Megaupload, and as a result, it’s targeting some big companies and government agencies.

Earlier this afternoon, interspersed with a stream of anti-SOPA and PIPA tweets, the main Anonymous Twitter account declared, “The government takes down #Megaupload? 15 minutes later #Anonymous takes down government & record label sites. #ExpectUs.” Specifically, the group claimed responsibility for taking down the Universal Music, RIAA (the record industry’s lobbying arm), MPAA (the movie industry’s lobbying arm), and Department of Justice websites, among others. As of 3pm Pacific, the sites were still down for me, although some comments on Twitter suggested that they were returning online sporadically.

The group also claimed that the current attacks were “the largest attack ever by Anonymous,” with 5,635 participants. And it looks like the campaign is ongoing — Anonymous says it’s going after the FBI’s website next: “Get some popcorn… it’s going to be a long lulzy night.”

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Again, from Techcrunch;

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Looks like hacker group LulzSec is back in action, this time redirecting the homepage of the Murdoch-owned The Sun (http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/) to a fake story about Murdoch’s death from a drug overdose located on the Murdoch-owned URL used to broadcast the London Times’ redesign http://www.new-times.co.uk/sun. After the amount of requests caused a 404 failure on the Times site, the group then redirected The Sun’s homepage to the @LuzSec Twitter account. (The original page is archived at http://freze.it/pX)

From what I can see the fake story was meant to mirror an actual The Sun story about the latest development in the messy Murdoch/New Corp/News of the World scandal, “Ex News of the World journalist found dead.” After about 10 minutes of being up (and I swear the real Sun homepage was redirecting) the fake story was pulled from the UK Times site. I’m including the full text of the story below:

Full piece here

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Also, see Murdoch Leaks

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I am just an observer. This is very fun to observe.

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Military Versus Defense

2012-01-18T07:16:00.001Z

I must say that I am warming to Ron Paul's campaign.

I know, I know, it's probably a steam-letting excercise, but I think it's

getting 'out of control' as far as the Entrenched Elites are concerned.

When he doesn't win because the Diebold machines are rigged

[as they always are] then I think the American people will go

absolutely batshit crazy, and I think that will be a good thing.

I don't think anybody has anything to lose anymore.

[It's all been stolen already.]

America is a rogue nation, a failed state.

A sick parody of it's former self. Orwellian.

Worn like a sick sock puppet by the iron fist of cremated care.

From the excellent Daily Bell

Milk And Alcohol - The Country's On The Rocks!

2012-01-18T06:27:00.002Z

Top Comment -
"They may not have invented it, but It is as if the British perfected rock and roll."

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Wood Works!

2012-01-17T19:25:00.004Z

Nature provides an abundance.

That is, I trust, self evident.

To see the ripe fruit hanging [and falling], uneaten,

from the western trees is both comical and tragic, while

the people buy punnets from the 'super' markets for,

[as it is said in these realms], an 'arm and a leg'.

The 'real' fruit is free, but [generally] untouched.

We can, furthermore, harvest dead wood to heat our homes, and make tools.

Another word for dead, useful, wood is 'seasoned'.

One can also 'season' [as is the customary expression] one's food

with spices and herbs, also provided by nature's bounty, again,

often passed-by [in the 'field', as it were] by the majority of

so-called [rather aptly, may I say] 'consumers'.

For to consume is, as I see it, is to initially purchase.

And no purchase is necessary.

[Apart from a chainsaw, and at least 2x axes if you wish to . .

. . . 'commit to this', as they say here in my native tongue]

Wood can provide both the heat required to cook, and the bowl

off which we eat, and the means by which we move said heated

food from wooden plate to appreciative mouth.

It is an art to heat and cook with wood.

One that can be learned incredibly fast.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

Becoming [and remaining] human partially

comprises of knowing how this all works.

In practice.

And practice . . . makes perfect.

Bon apetit!

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Firewood Measurements

1 cord measures 8 feet long, 4 feet high and 4 feet wide or 128 cubic feet

A more comprehensive list

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Silver Surge - Breakout!

2012-01-17T06:01:00.000Z

Finally spot Silver edges over $30 USD . . $30.30 at present

Which may well begin the breakout boogie we've all been waiting for.

I hope you bought in the low!

We'll see if it gets smashed again, or whether it gallops away

up to it's real value, now that the rot is so self-evident

you'd have to be a blind ostritch [or a total banker] not to see it!

Chart Of The Day

2012-01-16T18:25:00.000Z

UK 'Economy' falls off cliff.

Why The Long Face? [This Is Not America]

2012-01-16T17:20:00.009Z

I am 'worried' that Dana Bash looks a bit like a horse.

That is my fair and balanced opinion.

I'm not sure about Ron Paul, as he is a working politician.

But I like to see real people confront plastic people.

There will be more, much much more of this sort of thing.

Welcome to 2012.

And remember, Fox News is owned by Rupert 'Monopoly' Murder.

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And they're easy to hack 'n track! Imagine that!

Hacks a-hacking!

This must be the News of the World!

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Crow Toboggan

2012-01-16T17:07:00.002Z

Too good not to post . . .

Atlantis - Credible Evidence

2012-01-16T06:56:00.000Z

Iran Is Not Our Enemy

2012-01-14T06:01:00.003Z

Iran Is Not Our Enemy from Irani Friend on Vimeo.

Electric Universe & Redundant Scientism

2012-01-14T04:46:00.005Z

Funny thing is that we are evolving.

But not as the Eugenecist Darwin would postulate.

We're evolving fast, in many ways.

Some of us are, anyway.

I suppose the weaker specimens will die off.

I certainly won't lend a hand if they ask for help.

They are unlikely, though, to ask for help.

That would require humility.

That is not a word they recognise.

A step-change, tipping point, call it what you will, human

ingenuity and exploration is welling up behind the dam.

The dam, or maybe it's just a load of bulwarks, has been

constructed and maintained by the most piffling of human

drives - conservatism and petty greed. Greed for status, greed

for heirarchy, greed for . . . certainty . . for stability . . .

for the known . . . for control . . . . .

The scientism zealots, utilising crass sophistry, [and very little science]

driven by their myopic and cylopian one-eyed celebration

of all things necrotic and fixed, desire to tear apart the golden

goose of reality and finally tie up all those worrying loose ends.

They intend to stuff it and put it on the wall, while their

new imaginary robotic goose lays nanobot eggludes.

Nice clean ones. All tidy, no mess, lain in neat grids, without

the need for love or care, just an endless supply! Hurrah!

However, what we have on the table is a dead duck and

a man in a white coat covered in blood and feathers.

Also on the table we have the brutally asphyxiated

spirit of enquiry ['the science is settled'] and the bludgeoned

body of free creativity. Yet, the spirit of these things cannot be broken.

Spirit . . . SPIRIT?

God does not play dice?

This statement is astounding in it's haughty insistence of limitations.

[and Albert was one of the better ones!]

Lowly [lonely] western scientist - define God first, please.

No, not for me, for yourself.

You have work to do.

On yourself.

Renee Descartes 'angel' was a demon.

The demon of scientism [not science - science is an art]

Reductionism.

Conservatism.

Hence the dead goose on the table.

Torn apart by damaged, abused,
life-hating taxidermists and vivisectionists.

Still no golden eggs.

Well, stuff them and their nightmare visions.

I pronounce them extinct.

Editorial inspired by;

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New Yorker's Scientific Illiteracy in Attacking Ron Paul

From the Daily Bell

One big example of controlled science has to do with the hypothesis

of the electric universe, which we have written about numerous times.

Just search the 'Net with the terms "electric universe"
and "Daily Bell" and see for yourself.

There seems almost no doubt that a fundamental force of the
universe is "electrical" rather than based on the weak force of gravity.

But you will see almost NOTHING about the electrical universe in
mainstream Western science. Instead, you will read interminable
lay-articles about black holes, white dwarfs and string theory.

The theory of the electrical universe explains much that conventional
gravity physics cannot. But the powers-that-be are intent on funding
boondoggles like CERN with its fantastical multibillion dollar tube that
is supposed to allow us a glimpse of hyper-tiny particles that will prove
the existing theory. It really is incredible.

One can apparently replicate the spirals of the galaxy and
numerous other galactic facilities simply by applying electrical
current to particulate matter.

Nebulae and other phenomenon can be formed by electrical charges.

Not by gravity.

That such incredibly simple observations are seemingly
ignored or relegated to "crackpot" science is not a comment on
their validity so much as on the decayed and corrupt status of
government-sponsored science.

Unfortunately, the New Yorker article promotes the meme of
such Big Science with enthusiasm.

It is par for the course, but this attitude has significant
ramifications that go far beyond this article.

Full article here - From the Daily Bell

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Awesome Solar System Scope

2012-01-12T05:57:00.000Z

Sometimes a program comes along that just blows me away.

This is one such program.

Awesome.

TAKE ME TO THE PLANETARIUM!

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So It begins [Work To Do]

2012-01-10T19:27:00.000Z

Everything's Going To Change

2012-01-10T08:24:00.002Z

Have a cluckety-cluck-cluck day!

Generals And Majors

2012-01-09T06:11:00.000Z

Includes some fine whistling . . .

Origami

2012-01-09T05:54:00.002Z

Healing Power of Raw Cannabis

2012-01-07T04:20:00.000Z

Message Of Love - Cosmic Reset Approaches

2012-01-06T13:00:00.003Z

Games People Play

2012-01-06T07:13:00.007Z

Oh the games people play now 

Every night and every day now 

Never meaning what they say now 

Never saying what they mean

And they wile away the hours 

In their ivory towers 

Till they're covered up with flowers 

In the back of a black limousine

La-da da da da da da da 
La-da da da da da de 

Talking 'bout you and me 

And the games people play

Oh we make one another cry 

Break a heart then we say goodbye

Cross our hearts and we hope to die 

That the other was to blame

Neither one will ever give in

So we gaze at our eight by ten 

Thinking 'bout the things that might have been

It's a dirty rotten shame

People walking up to you 

Singing glory hallelulia 

And they're tryin to sock it to you 

In the name of the Lord

They're gonna teach you how to meditate 

Read your horoscope, cheat your faith 

And further more to hell with hate 

Come on and get on board

Look around tell me what you see 

What's happening to you and me 

God grant me the serenity 

To remember who I am

Cause you've given up your sanity 

For your pride and your vanity 

Turns you sad on humanity 

And you don't give a da da da da da

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From Wikipedia

Origins & inspirations

The lyrics and title are thought to be a direct reference to Dr. Eric Berne's work on transactional analysis of the same name. The book, which was released in 1964, deals with the "games" human beings play in interacting with one another. The lyrics seem to exhibit their author (South) playing a game of sorts with pronouns, converging in stages on the listener ("you") as perpetrator, roughly from "they" to "we", to "you" (object) and "me", to "you" (subject) and "I".

History

"Games People Play" is a protest song whose lyrics speak against various forms of hate, hypocrisy, inhumanity, and intolerance, both interpersonal and social. The song was released on South's debut album Introspect and as a single, reaching #12 on the Hot 100. It was also featured as the title of his second album, Games People Play in 1969. It won the Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Song and the Grammy Award for Song of the Year. The distinctive guitar at the opening is played on a Danelectro Guitar Sitar, which South also can be heard playing in the opening bars of the mega-hit Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin.

Otpor Wall Street

2012-01-04T06:58:00.003Z

Yes, it's been very obvious for a while that much of

the staged unrest in the world is emanating from the

School of the Americas . . [as it were . . . ]

Whatever happened to 'We Are Change' ?

And isn't it the Israelis that are fond of 'Occupied' territories?

It's all in the words [as per ususal] . .

What does an 'occupation' really signify?

And why ask the foxes to stop eating the hens?

You think they'll listen?

No, the real solution is to ignore wall street.

Their money isnt real, and neither is their power.

Don't ask for permission - just act.
[And I don't mean go to demonstrations
or riot, I mean take your money out of
the bank while you still can, and become self sufficient.]

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From full article @ Land Destroyer;

First noted by geopolitical analyst and historian Dr. Webster Tarpley, some suspicious similarities could be seen between the Egyptian unrest and another, known US-backed uprising in Serbia. Serbia's Otpor, or the "resistance," was funded to the tune of millions by the US National Endowment for Democracy. Its signature clenched fist logo adorned flags, signboards, and t-shirts carried by the US State Department-laid astro-turf until the ousting of Slobodan Milošević in 2000.

The exact same logo would turn up 11 years later across the Mediterranean Sea in the streets of Cairo, illustrating further the preposterous, foreign-backed nature of the Egyptian uprisings. Could it just be just a coincidence and Dr. Tarpley's take mere speculative conjecture? Not even close.

After its success, Serbia's Otpor would continue receiving funds from the West and become a "CIA-coup college" of sorts, under the name CANVAS, or "Center for Applied Non-Violent Action and Strategies." It appears that after the Egyptian April 6 Youth Movement finished attending the US State Department funded confab in New York City in 2008, it would make a trip to visit CANVAS in 2009. From there, it took CANVAS's "curriculum" and apparently their logo, and began assembling a US-funded mob in Egypt.

Amongst CANVAS's current "partners" are the Albert Einstein Institution, Freedom House, and the International Republican Institute (IRI). The IRI includes amongst its board of directors John McCain, Lindsey Graham, and Brent Scowcroft. When John McCain says "We should have seen this coming," in regards to the unrest in Egypt, he obviously isn't talking about himself since he helped make it happen.

The Voynich Manuscript Decoded - A Cooking Guide

2012-01-04T06:13:00.004Z

I came accross this wonderful 'solving' of the manuscript that

has 'baffled' clever men for centuries, now solved by a clever

woman [its taken me a few years to get around to this one,

sorry if you were working fruitlessly on the cookbook al this time].

Not Mr. Dee with Mr Kelly, no . . . .rather a precocious Leonardo
making a sortof cookbook and plant identifying system.

What was the impossible code? Err......anagrams . . . . Doh!

Here is Edith Sherwood's site.

Conquer Change with Robert Ian

2012-01-03T19:05:00.000Z

Check his all-new site out for the fantastic 5 minute editorials.

Cynical SOPA, Wishful Thinking & Maritime Madness

2011-12-25T09:52:00.002Z

From One Candle In the Dark

Stop this fracking nonsense . . . !

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Wishful thinking from Ben 'Barking' Fulford, David 'Odd' Wilcock and

Kerry 'Butch' Cassidy . . . if you can be bothered, read Clif's excellent
breakdowns of this total non-story from Project Parallel Reality
[where theres a story for every sucker] . . . my money's on the
Great White Beard Brigade beaming down and spanking the evil doers .

Then, they can sort out the Anunaki with all the gold they need.
For their home planet, right??!!!

Not.

How about; grow up you fracking morons?
[And Merry Christmas!]

- Lawsuit nonsense . . .

- Played is the thing . . .

Clif is right back on top form imho - latest interview here.

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And last but not least, I see the merchant shipping
'laws' are still working just fine for all concerned . . . . :)

Finland Finds 69 Patriot Missiles, Declared as ‘Fireworks’, on China-Bound Ship

"A shipment of 69 surface-to-air missiles impounded by Finnish authorities was a legitimate delivery from Germany to South Korea, a German official said Thursday.

The announcement came after Finnish authorities seized the Patriot missiles and 160 tons of explosives on a British-registered cargo ship and detained two Ukrainian crew members on suspicion of violating weapons export laws."

See my awful poem.

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When The World Is Running Down

2011-12-16T06:38:00.001Z

There is no political solution
to our troubled evolution
have no faith in constitution
there is no bloody revolution

We are spirits in the material world

Our so-called leaders speak
with words they try to jail you
they subjugate the meek
but it's the rhetoric of failure

We are spirits in the material world

Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
if it's something we can't buy
there must be another way

We are spirits in the material world

Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've had for years
Old battery's running down
It ran for years and years
Turn on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go
I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding song
It's all I own

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

Plug in my M.C.I
To excercise my brain
Make records on my own
Can't go out in the rain
Pick up the telephone
I've listened here for years
No one to talk to me
I've listened here for years

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

When I feel lonely here
Don't waste my time with tears
I run 'Deep Throat' again
It ran for years and years
Don't like the food I eat
The cans are running out
Same food for years and years
I hate the food I eat

When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in

How you gonna go?

Shot down on the pavement

Or waiting in death row
You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good

And your life you like it well

But surely your time will come

As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan

Born under the Brixton sun

His game is called surviving

At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy

They caught him with a gun

No need for the Black Maria

Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us

You can bruise us

But you'll have to answer to

Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us You can bruise us

And, even shoot us But oh, the guns of Brixton

London calling to the faraway towns

Now war is declared and battle come down

London calling to the underworld

Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us

Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust

London calling, see we ain't got no swing

'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin

Engines stop running but I have no fear

'Cause London is burning and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone

Forget it brother, you can go at it alone

London calling to the zombies of death

Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout

But while we were talking I saw you nodding out

London calling, see we ain't got no high

Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error but I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error but I have no fear

'Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river
Now get this, London calling, yes, I was there, too

And you know what they said?

Well, some of it was true

London calling at the top of the dial

And after all this, won't you give me a smile?

MF Global

2011-12-14T17:24:00.003Z

MF Global - Financial Chernobyl!
[sorry . .!]

From ZeroHedge [full piece]

FAT LIES!

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Was The "Collapse" Of MF Global Premeditated?

A Conspiracy Theory Thought Experiment . . .

Corzine is a thief. He lost by trading activity the house's (MF GLOBAL) money to the tune of a billion dollars and then dipped into the client's money for 700 million dollars (almost a 2-billion dollar loss). It is the #1 criminal infraction that can be committed in the commodity futures market by using client's funds for a house posistion and with something of this magnitude the CFTC would have gotten an arrest and seizure order against Corzine from day-one when discovered if it was for other than the politically connected Corzine.

Here is the BIG point that needs to be immediately passed on to the public.

In a situation like this the "loss" to MFG is just one side of the coin. The other side of the coin is who made the profit that counter balances with the loss.

If Corzine had this set up as an intentional sting operation,

in advance a shell trading company is established and for example purposes we will call it Hong Kong Trading Partners LTD. (HKTP) held in Singapore.

The sting goes like this:

As Corzine through MFG takes a derivative futures market position HKTP takes the exact corresponding opposite position tit for tat to what MFG is entering into. The market goes against MFG creating a loss but now the equal profit is growing in HKTP.

MFG increases their position and HKTP likewise does the same and the market again goes "against" MFG and "for" HKTP.

Now for the play-out of the sting.

It is announced MFG has taken this large position with their own funds and also did the primary no-no of using client's funds to back it.

Well, procedure is clear in this type of situation: "Forced liquidation of all positions held by MFG"

What this does is give HKTP the liquidity to get out of their position from MFG's forced liquidation without causing an adverse movement to HKTP's position when being liquidated. MFG's forced liquidation is HKTP's volume needed to get out of their position and lock in their profit. Wealth transfer complete; MFG and a few of their clients decimated, and none outside of the sting are the wiser if no one carefully looks at who was playing the other side of the position against MFG.

If Corzine and a few of his buddies set up a sting as noted above, as far as they are concerned, they did not loose 1. something billion dollars for MFG and MFG's clients, what they did was they transferred 1. something billion dollars to themselves through a shell global trading company(s).

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In Other News . . .
Gold smashed off cliff . . . beachball bouncing . . .

But here's the 2 year chart . . . :)

Smorgasbord - These Romans Are Crazy!

2011-12-13T16:21:00.003Z

When i was young

It seemed that life was so wonderful

A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical 

And all the birds in the trees 

Well they´d be singing so happily

Oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me 

But then they sent me away

To teach me how to be sensible

Logical, oh responsible ,practical 

And they showed me a world 

Where i could be so dependable 

Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world´s asleep 

The questions run too deep 

For such a simple man 

Won´t you please, please tell me what we´ve learned

I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who i am
Now watch what you say 

Or they´ll be calling you a radical 

A liberal, oh fanatical, criminal 

Oh won´t you sign up your name

 We´d like to feel you´re
 Acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!

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The year is 50 BC. Gaul is entirely occupied by the Romans.

Well not entirely....

One small village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against
the invaders. And life is not easy for the Roman legionaries
who garrison in the fortified camps of Totorum, Aquarium,
Laudanum and Compendium....

_________________________

MF GLOBAL EXPLAINED [mp3]

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DMT

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Animal Medicine on the Good Red Road

The lesson from Antelope is Action.
It is said that when time was just beginning
and the “Tribe of Man” was still small,
Antelope could see that the two-leggeds were naked,
hungry, and in danger of fading from existence.

Our Ancestors could vanish from Mother Earth if action was not taken.

Antelope acted and went into camp.

He called all the two-leggeds together for Council.

“Great Spirit has sent me to teach you a lesson. The lesson is to do.
There is no reason to be fearful if you know what to do and then do it.”
Antelope said.

“And what should we do?” the People asked.

“If you are naked and cold, you should kill me and take my coat to
keep you warm. It is my gift to you. Do it.”

“We will, ” said the People.
“But what about our hunger? We are starving.
What should we do to save ourselves?"

“If you are hungry, you should kill me and take my flesh.
It will nourish you and make you strong. It is my gift to you and a part
of my evolution. It is my service. Do it.”

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You can see how 'good' 'educated' people convince themselves

that what they do is right. But it's only when they [selfishly]

consider their own children that they _think_ . .

Well, that isn't going to be good enough anymore is it. . .

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Pepper Spray Primer [mp3]

Who better than the inventor of weapons-grade pepper
spray to comment on the use of the product at the Occupy events.

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The brotherhood of man [alle menschen] awakenes and das
Liede v/d Erde is blasting . . and lo, and the whole edifice
crumbles, like . . .well . . . Ozymandian folly.

King World News - Jim Sinclair [mp3]

King World News - Nigel Farage [mp3]

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[Links to mp3 files are direct links.

Please 'save as' to download them to your desktop.

If you don't know how to do this yet, it might

be worth sussing it out . . . .!

Otherwise they will open & play in a new window.]

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From the very fine UFO Religions blog . . .

Michael Heiser - SETI as Religion

Michael Heiser - Higgs Hype

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Guerilla Psychonautics and the State of Things

2011-12-05T07:52:00.002Z

Watch this fine presentation here, on the new, dying, youtube.

Or, watch it here on bbc5.tv in much better quality, and

all in one go. . . many many other films there as well.

Have a look at their A-Z film list, the streaming is excellent.

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First Shamanic Circle at Occupy London

The Incal And The Man Forg'd Mindicles

2011-11-24T14:30:00.003Z

London

By William Blake 1757–1827 William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street,

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infant's cry of fear,

In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry

Every black'ning Church appalls;

And the hapless Soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlot's curse

Blasts the new born Infant's tear,

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

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"So what?" I hear you aks.

Sorry, ask.

Well, my avatar is John Diffool.

Yu kno . . . likely from the Tarot . .

Huh?

He's the protagonist of the dystopian marvel that is the Incal comic

series, later taking in the Metabarons and the whole Jodo-Verse.

Huh?

Well, my avatar image is clearly 'un homage a' William [Bill] Blake,

that fine mawkish metaphysical poet of brackish Londinium.

[The Empire NEVER FELL - Empire of the City]

The 'mind forg' manacles' are, in reality, 'man-forg'd mindicles'

Jodo et al took the makers of the [awful] '5th Element' to court

. . and lost. For plagiarism.

But I suppose you can't argue with a woman in an orange bob-wig.

Or Luc Besson. Shame, shame, shame on them.

The French, eh . . tsk tsk.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

L’INCAL, Pilot from AOKIStudio on Vimeo.

THE INCAL from Pascal Blais Animation Studio on Vimeo.

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An earlier attempt . . . .

Climategate II and Child Abuse

2011-11-24T09:00:00.000Z

Before you peruse the highlights, have a read of the

way the BBC covered this 'bang-to-rights' story . . .

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Prof Mann - cleared of misconduct last year by a panel convened by Penn State - described the new release as "truly pathetic".

"Agents doing the dirty bidding of the fossil fuel industry know they can't contest the fundamental science of human-caused climate change," he told BBC News.

"So they have instead turned to smear, innuendo, criminal hacking of websites, and leaking out-of-context snippets of personal emails in their effort to try to confuse the public about the science and thereby forestall any action to combat this critical threat."

Three inquiries in the UK in 2010 found that the CRU team had not acted fraudulently or tried to manipulate data, as they were accused of doing.

But the university accepted it needed to revise its policy for dealing with Freedom of Information requests, which it has now done.

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Do you understand?

Capice?

THREE ENQUIRIES.

You can read the emails yourself - you dont need an enquiry.

Then again, we all now what enquiries are for in the UK.

PENN STATE . . . . .hmm . . .that sounds familiar . .

OH YESSSS!

It's a centre of child molestors, with a very recent and ongoing scandal.

From Washington's Blog

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IS THERE NO SHAME?

Joe Paterno was fired by the Penn State Board of Trustees on Wednesday night as head football coach of Penn State. It was the first good decision that has been made in the last two decades by the leaders of Penn State. The man was told that his Defensive coordinator was seen in the locker room shower raping a 10 year old boy in 2002. He did not call the police and report this crime. He and the other top officials at Penn State brushed this crime under the rug, allowing at least seven more young boys to be raped by this monster. The 28 year old graduate assistant not only did nothing to stop the crime he witnessed, but he accepted a position as an assistant coach, knowing that Paterno and the Athletic Director never did anything to hold Sandusky accountable for his crime. Sandusky was still on campus working out as of last week. The actions of all the players in this disgusting example of how far our society has degenerated are enough to make someone lose all hope for humanity:

• Jerry Sandusky creates a charitable organization so he can gain access to little boys. Multiple incidents are witnessed on campus from 1994 through 2002. A mother reports Sandusky to the Penn State police in 1998 and nothing is done by the men in the Administration. The investigation is dropped, but Tim Curley forces Sandusky to retire in 1999. It is clear that everyone in the top echelon of Penn State knew Sandusky was a deviant pedophile. But letting it become public would have been a black mark on the football program and could have reduced the huge profits generated by Paterno’s kingdom.

• After his forced retirement he is still given access to the campus and locker room facilities. He is caught having anal sex with a 10 year old boy in the locker room shower by a 28 year old man, who chooses not to intervene and save the boy. Joe Paterno does the absolute minimum when informed of this horrific crime. After this crime is covered up by all the key men running the show at Penn State, it just becomes business as usual for Joe and his cronies.

• Sandusky continues to rape little boys for the next eight years because of the cowardice and complete lack of morality exhibited by the men in high places at Penn State.

• With the issuance of the grand jury report last week, the psychotic nature of these men was on display for the world to witness. In a stunning display of arrogance and hubris, Paterno and the President of Penn State announced their full support for the Athletic Director and VP of Finance who were arrested. These men did not think they did anything wrong. They clung to the fact that they adhered to the laws created by other men. In a despicable display, Joe Paterno led a cheer at a pep rally in front of his house with his arms raised in victory. At least eight boys had their lives ruined and Joe Paterno leads a cheer.

• The Board of Trustees summoned the courage to fire Paterno and the President last night. In another display that makes me wonder about the future of our country, thousands of students rioted in support of Joe Paterno, breaking windows, turning over news vans, and starting fires. Are these young people incapable of critical thinking and are just driven by emotion and mindless rage? Can’t they distinguish between facts and lies? Do they care more about football than innocent children being raped?

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Full Tranche of IPCC nonsense Here

/// The IPCC Process ///

Thorne/MetO:

Observations do not show rising temperatures throughout the tropical

troposphere unless you accept one single study and approach and discount a

wealth of others. This is just downright dangerous. We need to communicate the

uncertainty and be honest. Phil, hopefully we can find time to discuss these

further if necessary [...]

Thorne:

I also think the science is being manipulated to put a political spin on it

which for all our sakes might not be too clever in the long run.

Carter:

It seems that a few people have a very strong say, and no matter how much

talking goes on beforehand, the big decisions are made at the eleventh hour by

a select core group.

Wigley:

Mike, The Figure you sent is very deceptive [...] there have been a number of

dishonest presentations of model results by individual authors and by IPCC [...]

Overpeck:

The trick may be to decide on the main message and use that to guid[e] what’s

included and what is left out.

Overpeck:

I agree w/ Susan [Solomon] that we should try to put more in the bullet about

“Subsequent evidence” [...] Need to convince readers that there really has been

an increase in knowledge – more evidence. What is it?

Wanner/NCCR:

In my [IPCC-TAR] review [...] I crit[i]cized [...] the Mann hockey[s]tick [...]

My review was classified “unsignificant” even I inquired several times. Now the

internationally well known newspaper SPIEGEL got the information about these

early statements because I expressed my opinion in several talks, mainly in

Germany, in 2002 and 2003. I just refused to give an exclusive interview to

SPIEGEL because I will not cause damage for climate science.

Coe:

Hence the AR4 Section 2.7.1.1.2 dismissal of the ACRIM composite to be

instrumental rather than solar in origin is a bit controversial. Similarly IPCC

in their discussion on solar RF since the Maunder Minimum are very dependent on

the paper by Wang et al (which I have been unable to access) in the decision to

reduce the solar RF significantly despite the many papers to the contrary in

the ISSI workshop. All this leaves the IPCC almost entirely dependent on CO2

for the explanation of current global temperatures as in Fig 2.23. since

methane CFCs and aerosols are not increasing.

Briffa:

I find myself in the strange position of being very skeptical of the quality of

all present reconstructions, yet sounding like a pro greenhouse zealot here!

Jones:

I too don’t see why the schemes should be symmetrical. The temperature ones

certainly will not as we’re choosing the periods to show warming.

Trenberth:

[...] opposing some things said by people like Chris Landsea who has said all the

stuff going on is natural variability. In addition to the 4 hurricanes hitting

Florida, there has been a record number hit Japan 10?? and I saw a report

saying Japanese scientists had linked this to global warming. [...] I am leaning

toward the idea of getting a box on changes in hurricanes, perhaps written by a

Japanese.

Jones:

We can put a note in that something will be there in the next draft, or Kevin

or I will write something – it depends on whether and what we get from Japan.

Jones:

Kevin, Seems that this potential Nature paper may be worth citing, if it does

say that GW is having an effect on TC activity.

Jones:

Getting people we know and trust [into IPCC] is vital – hence my comment about

the tornadoes group.

Jones:

Useful ones [for IPCC] might be Baldwin, Benestad (written on the solar/cloud

issue – on the right side, i.e anti-Svensmark), Bohm, Brown, Christy (will be

have to involve him ?)

Stott/MetO:

My most immediate concern is to whether to leave this statement ["probably the

warmest of the last millennium"] in or whether I should remove it in the

anticipation that by the time of the 4th Assessment Report we’ll have withdrawn

this statement – Chris Folland at least seems to think this is possible.

/// Communicating Climate Change ///

Humphrey/DEFRA:

I can’t overstate the HUGE amount of political interest in the project as a

message that the Government can give on climate change to help them tell their

story. They want the story to be a very strong one and don’t want to be made

to look foolish.

Fox/Environment Agency:

if we loose the chance to make climate change a reality to people in the

regions we will have missed a major trick in REGIS.

Adams:

Somehow we have to leave the[m] thinking OK, climate change is extremely

complicated, BUT I accept the dominant view that people are affecting it, and

that impacts produces risk that needs careful and urgent attention.

Lorenzoni:

I agree with the importance of extreme events as foci for public and

governmental opinion [...] ‘climate change’ needs to be present in people’s

daily lives. They should be reminded that it is a continuously occurring and

evolving phenomenon

Jones:

We don’t really want the bullshit and optimistic stuff that Michael has written

[...] We’ll have to cut out some of his stuff.

Mann:

the important thing is to make sure they’re loosing the PR battle. That’s what

the site [Real Climate] is about.

Ashton/co2.org:

Having established scale and urgency, the political challenge is then to turn

this from an argument about the cost of cutting emissions – bad politics – to

one about the value of a stable climate – much better politics. [...] the most

valuable thing to do is to tell the story about abrupt change as vividly as

possible

Kelly:

the current commitments, even with some strengthening, are little different

from what would have happened without a climate treaty.

[...] the way to pitch the analysis is to argue that precautionary action must be

taken now to protect reserves etc against the inevitable

Singer/WWF:

we as an NGO working on climate policy need such a document pretty soon for the

public and for informed decision makers in order to get a) a debate started and

b) in order to get into the media the context between climate

extremes/desasters/costs and finally the link between weather extremes and

energy

Torok/CSIRO:

[...] idea of looking at the implications of climate change for what he termed

“global icons” [...] One of these suggested icons was the Great Barrier Reef [...]

It also became apparent that there was always a local “reason” for the

destruction – cyclones, starfish, fertilizers [...] A perception of an

“unchanging” environment leads people to generate local explanations for coral

loss based on transient phenomena, while not acknowledging the possibility of

systematic damage from long-term climatic/environmental change [...] Such a

project could do a lot to raise awareness of threats to the reef from climate

change

Minns/Tyndall Centre:

In my experience, global warming freezing is already a bit of a public

relations problem with the media

Kjellen:

I agree with Nick that climate change might be a better labelling than global

warming

Pierrehumbert:

What kind of circulation change could lock Europe into deadly summer heat waves

like that of last summer? That’s the sort of thing we need to think about.

/// The Medieval Warm Period ///

Pollack:

But it will be very difficult to make the MWP go away in Greenland.

Rahmstorf:

You chose to depict the one based on C14 solar data, which kind of stands out

in Medieval times. It would be much nicer to show the version driven by Be10

solar forcing

Cook:

A growing body of evidence clearly shows [2008] that hydroclimatic variability

during the putative MWP (more appropriately and inclusively called the

“Medieval Climate Anomaly” or MCA period) was more regionally extreme (mainly

in terms of the frequency and duration of megadroughts) than anything we have

seen in the 20th century, except perhaps for the Sahel. So in certain ways the

MCA period may have been more climatically extreme than in modern times.

/// The Settled Science ///

Warren:

The results for 400 ppm stabilization look odd in many cases [...] As it stands

we’ll have to delete the results from the paper if it is to be published.

Wils:

[2007] What if climate change appears to be just mainly a multidecadal natural

fluctuation? They’ll kill us probably [...]

Wilson:

Although I agree that GHGs are important in the 19th/20th century (especially

since the 1970s), if the weighting of solar forcing was stronger in the models,

surely this would diminish the significance of GHGs.

[...] it seems to me that by weighting the solar irradiance more strongly in the

models, then much of the 19th to mid 20th century warming can be explained from

the sun alone.

Hoskins:

If the tropical near surface specific humidity over tropical land has not gone

up (Fig 5) presumably that could explain why the expected amplification of the

warming in the tropics with height has not really been detected.

Jenkins/MetO:

would you agree that there is no convincing evidence for kilimanjaro glacier

melt being due to recent warming (let alone man-made warming)?

Jones:

[tropical glaciers] There is a small problem though with their retreat. They

have retreated a lot in the last 20 years yet the MSU2LT data would suggest

that temperatures haven’t increased at these levels.

Jones:

There shouldn’t be someone else at UEA with different views [from "recent

extreme weather is due to global warming"] – at least not a climatologist.

Crowley:

I am not convinced that the “truth” is always worth reaching if it is at the

cost of damaged personal relationships

Briffa:

Also there is much published evidence for Europe (and France in particular) of

increasing net primary productivity in natural and managed woodlands that may

be associated either with nitrogen or increasing CO2 or both. Contrast this

with the still controversial question of large-scale acid-rain-related forest

decline? To what extent is this issue now generally considered urgent, or even

real?

Crowley:

Phil, thanks for your thoughts – guarantee there will be no dirty laundry in

the open.

Steig:

He’s skeptical that the warming is as great as we show in East Antarctica — he

thinks the “right” answer is more like our detrended results in the

supplementary text. I cannot argue he is wrong.

Jones:

This will reduce the 1940-1970 cooling in NH temps. Explaining the cooling with

sulphates won’t be quite as necessary.

Haimberger:

It is interesting to see the lower tropospheric warming minimum in the tropics

in all three plots, which I cannot explain. I believe it is spurious but it is

remarkably robust against my adjustment efforts.

Klein/LLNL:

Does anybody have an explanation why there is a relative minimum (and some

negative trends) between 500 and 700 hPa? No models with significant surface

warming do this

Osborn:

This is an excellent idea, Mike, IN PRINCIPLE at least. In practise, however,

it raises some interesting results [...] the analysis will not likely lie near to

the middle of the cloud of published series and explaining the reasons behind

this etc. will obscure the message of a short EOS piece.

Norwegian Meteorological Institute:

In Norway and Spitsbergen, it is possible to explain most of the warming after

the 1960s by changes in the atmospheric circulation. The warming prior to 1940

cannot be explained in this way.

/// The Urban Heat Effect ///

Jenkins/MetO:

By coincidence I also got recently a paper from Rob which says “London’s UHI

has indeed become more intense since the 1960s esp during spring and summer”.

Jones:

I think the urban-related warming should be smaller than this, but I can’t

think of a good way to argue this. I am hopeful of finding something in the

data that makes by their Figure 3.

Rean:

[...] we found the [urban warming] effect is pretty big in the areas we analyzed.

This is a little different from the result you obtained in 1990.

[...] We have published a few of papers on this topic in Chinese. Unfortunately,

when we sent our comments to the IPCC AR4, they were mostly rejected.

Wigley:

there are some nitpicky jerks who have criticized the Jones et al. data sets –

we don’t want one of those [EPRI/California Energy Commission meeting].

Jones:

The jerk you mention was called Good(e)rich who found urban warming at

all Californian sites.

Jones:

I think China is one of the few places that are affected [urban heat]. The

paper shows that London and Vienna (and also New York) are not affected in the

20th century.

Jones:

[...] every effort has been made to use data that are either rural and/or where

the urbanization effect has been removed as well as possible by statistical

means. There are 3 groups that have done this independently (CRU, NOAA and

GISS), and they end up with essentially the same results.

[...] Furthermore, the oceans have warmed at a rate consistent with the land.

There is no urban effect there.

/// Temperature Reconstructions ///

Wilson:

any method that incorporates all forms of uncertainty and error will

undoubtedly result in reconstructions with wider error bars than we currently

have. These many be more honest, but may not be too helpful for model

comparison attribution studies. We need to be careful with the wording I think.

Jones:

what he [Zwiers] has done comes to a different conclusion than Caspar and Gene!

I reckon this can be saved by careful wording.

Mitchell/MetO

Is the PCA approach robust? Are the results statistically significant? It seems

to me that in the case of MBH the answer in each is no

Wilson:

I thought I’d play around with some randomly generated time-series and see if I

could ‘reconstruct’ northern hemisphere temperatures.

[...] The reconstructions clearly show a ‘hockey-stick’ trend. I guess this is

precisely the phenomenon that Macintyre has been going on about.

Bradley:

I’m sure you agree–the Mann/Jones GRL paper was truly pathetic and should

never have been published. I don’t want to be associated with that 2000 year

“reconstruction”.

Osborn:

Because how can we be critical of Crowley for throwing out 40-years in the

middle of his calibration, when we’re throwing out all post-1960 data ‘cos the

MXD has a non-temperature signal in it, and also all pre-1881 or pre-1871 data

‘cos the temperature data may have a non-temperature signal in it!

Esper:

Now, you Keith complain about the way we introduced our result, while saying it

is an important one. [...] the IPCC curve needs to be improved according to

missing long-term declining trends/signals, which were removed (by

dendrochronologists!) before Mann merged the local records together. So, why

don’t you want to let the result into science?

Cook:

I am afraid that Mike is defending something that increasingly can not be

defended. He is investing too much personal stuff in this and not letting the

science move ahead.

Cook:

One problem is that he [Mann] will be using the RegEM method, which provides no

better diagnostics (e.g. betas) than his original method. So we will still not

know where his estimates are coming from.

/// Science and Religion ///

Wigley:

I heard that Zichichi has links with the Vatican. A number of other greenhouse

skeptics have extreme religious views.

Houghton [MetO, IPCC co-chair]

[...] we dont take seriously enough our God-given responsibility to care for the

Earth [...] 500 million people are expected to watch The Day After Tomorrow. We

must pray that they pick up that message.

Hulme:

My work is as Director of the national centre for climate change research, a

job which requires me to translate my Christian belief about stewardship of

God’s planet into research and action.

Hulme:

He [another Met scientist] is a Christian and would talk authoritatively about

the state of climate science from the sort of standpoint you are wanting.

/// Climate Models ///

Watson/UEA:

I’d agree probably 10 years away to go from weather forecasting to ~ annual

scale. But the “big climate picture” includes ocean feedbacks on all time

scales, carbon and other elemental cycles, etc. and it has to be several

decades before that is sorted out I would think. So I would guess that it will

not be models or theory, but observation that will provide the answer to the

question of how the climate will change in many decades time.

Shukla/IGES:

["Future of the IPCC", 2008] It is inconceivable that policymakers will be

willing to make billion-and trillion-dollar decisions for adaptation to the

projected regional climate change based on models that do not even describe and

simulate the processes that are the building blocks of climate variability.

Lanzante/NOAA:

While perhaps one could designate some subset of models as being poorer in a

lot of areas, there probably never will be a single universally superior model

or set of models. We should keep in mind that the climate system is complex, so

that it is difficult, if not impossible to define a metric that captures the

breath of physical processes relevant to even a narrow area of focus.

Santer:

there is no individual model that does well in all of the SST and water vapor

tests we’ve applied.

Barnett:

[IPCC AR5 models] clearly, some tuning or very good luck involved. I doubt the

modeling world will be able to get away with this much longer

Hegerl:

[IPCC AR5 models]

So using the 20th c for tuning is just doing what some people have long

suspected us of doing [...] and what the nonpublished diagram from NCAR showing

correlation between aerosol forcing and sensitivity also suggested.

Jones:

Basic problem is that all models are wrong – not got enough middle and low

level clouds.

Jones:

GKSS is just one model and it is a model, so there is no need for it to be

correct.

/// The Cause ///

Mann:

By the way, when is Tom C going to formally publish his roughly 1500 year

reconstruction??? It would help the cause to be able to refer to that

reconstruction as confirming Mann and Jones, etc.

Mann:

They will (see below) allow us to provide some discussion of the synthetic

example, referring to the J. Cimate paper (which should be finally accepted

upon submission of the revised final draft), so that should help the cause a

bit.

Mann:

I gave up on Judith Curry a while ago. I don’t know what she think’s she’s

doing, but its not helping the cause

Berger:

Phil,

Many thanks for your paper and congratulations for reviving the global warming.

Jones:

[on temperature data adjustments] Upshot is that their trend will increase

Jones:

[to Hansen] Keep up the good work! [...] Even though it’s been a mild winter in

the UK, much of the rest of the world seems coolish – expected though given the

La Nina. Roll on the next El Nino!

Schneider:

Even though I am virtually certain we shall lose on McCain-Lieberman, they are

forcing Senators to go on record for for against sensible climate policy

/// Freedom of Information ///

Jones:

I’ve been told that IPCC is above national FOI Acts. One way to cover yourself

and all those working in AR5 would be to delete all emails at the end of the

process

Briffa:

UEA does not hold the very vast majority of mine [potentially FOIable emails]

anyway which I copied onto private storage after the completion of the IPCC

task.

Osborn:

Keith and I have just searched through our emails for anything containing

“David Holland”. Everything we found was cc’d to you and/or Dave Palmer, which

you’ll already have.

McGarvie/UEA Director of Faculty Administration:

As we are testing EIR with the other climate audit org request relating to

communications with other academic colleagues, I think that we would weaken

that case if we supplied the information in this case. So I would suggest that

we decline this one (at the very end of the time period)

Jones:

[FOI, temperature data]

Any work we have done in the past is done on the back of the research grants we

get – and has to be well hidden. I’ve discussed this with the main funder (US

Dept of Energy) in the past and they are happy about not releasing the original

station data.

Jay-Z and Kanye West - Uncle Tom Rides Again

2011-11-21T19:00:00.014Z

Are Jay-Z, Kanye and the Hip-Hop Establishment Part of the 1%?

Asks Apollo . . . . .

Simple to clear this one up . . .

The answer is YES.

As for Chucky Dee - you should be ASHAMED of yo black self.

Next question. . . .?

ps - why does his UZI weigh a ton?

Cause Ricky Rubin, bearded satanist, owner of Death Jam,

MADE YUUUUUU . . . .

[ 'Mincey' Quincy Jones - Illuminati Freak and Uncle Tom Extraordinaire ]

Prince Hall Masonry

What's wrong with Hollywood? Everything.

Killing The King

The Shameful Stormtrooper Shuffle

2011-11-20T07:14:00.002Z

Cowardice

Shamed Shuffle

Meanwhile . . in Poland . . .

Check this out, it is truly amazing . . .

A Civillian Drone . . . takes us high above the streets and houses . .
And into the Kettle Zone . . .

Silver Bears

2011-11-17T18:45:00.003Z

I know, I know, I keep posting things and not writing essays . .

[note to self] but . . . I have a few things brewing . .

That's a threat . . .as they say here in Blighty . . .

But for now, here's the Bears . . . .

I love it when the Silver Bear says 'Shut up and listen' . . . .

And before we start . .the top comment is this;

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"I get my financial news from a couple of cartoon bears.

I never thought it would come to this."

Extra, extra . . . Hear all about it . . .

Occupy London - Essential Viewing

Kickstarter - Volo 1K Stirling Engine

2011-11-16T13:08:00.004Z

Please consider pledging @ Kickstarter - 3 days to go . . .

About this project

Gas is close to $4.00 per gallon. Have you ever thought of NOT being connected to a utility company for power ? How do we start to change this equation? One way, develop more efficient means of generating electricity from a wider variety of fuels.

This goal of this project is to build a low cost Stirling engine that can generate electricity (around 1KW of power output). We have completed a prototype engine for proof of concept and to test out materials and linkages. Now we want to scale the project so that engine can be used for real work. This engine will have around 1KW of power. What does that mean ? Well the average US household uses about 8,900KWH of electricity per year - that comes down to 24 KWH per day and so our goal is to have a minimum engine output of 1KW so that it can produce close to the average home use of electrical power per day (24 hours of 1 KW output give you 24KWH). We have a cost target of less then $100, in cost, for this engine, with the majority of parts made from commonly found commodity components. At the completion of the project we'll provide open source plans for construction of the engine along with kits that allow purchase of the components or completed engine.

The Stirling engine was invented in 1812, and prior to the internal combustion engine (ie gas and diesel engines) it was used widely for both industrial and home applications. The Stirling engine works off of some of the same principles of the internal combustion engine. The principle that compressing and expanding a gas can provide useful work. Two key differences, you can use any type of external heat source, and the Stirling is more efficient then the internal combustion engine. The Stirling engine operates on a temperature difference. The engine has a hot end and a cold end, this temperature difference is what produces work. You can stick the head of a Stirling engine into a fire and it will start running. You can burn gas, wood, chips, paper, etc. and use the heat from that to run a Stirling engine. You can use the waste heat from your fireplace or furnace to run the Stirling engine. The second difference is the Stirling engine is more efficient then the gasoline driven engine. It produces more power from the input energy then does a gasoline or diesel engine. Don't believe me ? Ask NASA.

On Turtle Island - Clan Mother Walks Tall

2011-11-15T08:03:00.004Z

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The Native American people called this planet "Turtle Island."

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Walks Tall Woman In Moon Of November

The November Moon has
Walks Tall Woman as the Original Clan Mother.

She is the Guardian of Leadership and the Keeper of New Paths.

This Clan Mother teaches us how to lead by example
instead of demanding that others follow the leader.

We learn that in order to change our life situation we must
take our own actions instead of relying on others to do it for us.

Walks Tall Woman gives us the message that it is OK to be proud of our accomplishments through our own self-esteem. She also reminds us that this is different than looking at our successes as being self-important. There is a huge difference in the two. We grow to be happier with ourselves when we hone our skills. Our actions speak much louder than words so, we should be living examples of our beliefs. People then see that we are walking our truth. We learn from this Clan Mother that our reputation comes from our own integrity and not from the opinions of those around us. You might think that sounds odd but it really isn’t. If we walk our truth each day, others form a better respect for us than they would if we let their opinions mold us.

Native American Totems

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The Mayan Calendar has come to an End

The Mayan calendar has come to an end. This means that the universe has attained its highest possible quantum state as of October 28, 2011. In mythological language, Bolon Yokte Kuh, the nine-support-god, and especially the unity consciousness of the ninth wave has been strongly experienced by a certain number of people. Many now typically report that they experience a flattening of time, an end to time acceleration and as a result a great calmness. The end to the acceleration of time is even experienced as a deceleration and some have reached so deep into their own presence that the term “future’’ is starting to loose its previous meaning. The future is no longer a place to get to. With the completion of the Ninth wave we potentially already have direct access to all the guidance we need. This shifted experience of time all seems understandable given that was has happened is that the directed nine evolutionary processes from seed to mature have now been completed. For those that have a conscious relationship to the tree of life the new experience of time will continue to deepen also after this shift. As we know from all previous experience of the shifting energies of the Mayan calendar it always takes time until their external manifestations become visible.

A good thing about the end to the Mayan calendar is that the world did not also come to an end on October 28, 2011. We now have reasons once and for all to throw out the notion that an end to the world was somehow scripted by the Mayan calendar. This should also go for many of the sometimes crazy disaster scenarios that were suggested under the influence of the high frequency of the Ninth wave when it was sometimes hard to keep the balance. The Mayan calendar is primarily about changes in the human beings themselves and everything else is secondary.

Calleman

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Ozymandias

2011-11-14T13:55:00.000Z

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away".

P. B. Shelley

With Apologies To Masefield

2011-11-14T11:09:00.009Z

Cargoes

Tarnished sheen of USA from distant declarations,
Lackey spittle yes men strangle sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of hatred,
Cluster bombs and death threats,
Uranium, phosphorus and poisonous lies.

Cross-boned, sanctimonious - warships from the Empire,
Ripping through the Sovereignty of independent lands,
With a cargo of slavery,
Stolen treasure, death-stones,
Crack cocaine and Heroin to feed the hidden hands.

Dirty British coaster with a blood-caked smoke-stack,
Butting through your business in these mad dark times,
With a cargo of hypocrisy,
Double-talk denial,
Electroshock tazers, and cheap land mines.

[ dayzero ]

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Original Poem HERE

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Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries

These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.

Alfred Edward Housman

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I Must Go Down to the Sea

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

- John Masefield

We Are The Many - Makana

2011-11-14T08:48:00.001Z

What we need is good songs .. that say so much . . .

With thanks to Washingtonsblog

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Popular Hawaiian musician Makana was invited to sing for President Obama, Chinese leader Hu Jintao of China, Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper, and more than a dozen other heads of state as part of the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation gala in Hawaii.
Makana was only supposed to provide quiet Hawaiian background music.
Instead, he played – for 45 minutes straight – the “Occupy” song he had just written – “We Are the Many” – forcefully telling the 1% to their face that the 99% will keep protesting and occupying until we win:

We Are The Many
Ye come here, gather 'round the stage
The time has come for us to voice our rage
Against the ones who've trapped us in a cage
To steal from us the value of our wage

From underneath the vestiture of law
The lobbyists at Washington do gnaw
At liberty, the bureaucrats guffaw
And until they are purged, we won't withdraw

We'll occupy the streets
We'll occupy the courts
We'll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

Our nation was built upon the right
Of every person to improve their plight
But laws of this Republic they rewrite
And now a few own everything in sight

They own it free of liability
They own, but they are not like you and me
Their influence dictates legality
And until they are stopped we are not free

We'll occupy the streets
We'll occupy the courts
We'll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

You enforce your monopolies with guns
While sacrificing our daughters and sons
But certain things belong to everyone
Your thievery has left the people none

So take heed of our notice to redress
We have little to lose, we must confess
Your empty words do leave us unimpressed
A growing number join us in protest

We occupy the streets
We occupy the courts
We occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

You can't divide us into sides
And from our gaze, you cannot hide
Denial serves to amplify
And our allegiance you can't buy

Our government is not for sale
The banks do not deserve a bail
We will not reward those who fail
We will not move till we prevail

We'll occupy the streets
We'll occupy the courts
We'll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

We'll occupy the streets
We'll occupy the courts
We'll occupy the offices of you
Till you do
The bidding of the many, not the few

We are the many
You are the few

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Download song for free here:

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Filmed by Tom Hackett & Kamuela Vance
Creative Consultant: Evan Tector
Thanks to 'Olelo Community Television
All images Fair Use.
Our heartfelt gratitude to the Artists and Photographers.

Here Comes The Sun

2011-11-12T08:29:00.000Z

Giant sunspot turns to face the Earth

[click to enlarge - amazing photo]

YU55 Flyby

Oceania Under Attack

2011-11-12T08:14:00.001Z

Rubber Bullets

2011-11-05T09:22:00.000Z

More topical muse-ic - this one's for Oakland.

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Funny how

Mind Games

2011-11-04T10:41:00.002Z

I had tacked this on to the Springmeier post, but it

kinda needed to be on it's own as a post as well!

Still miss John Lennon. So vital. . so alive .

Such muse-ical and poetic genius

Mother Nature's Son.

Glad to see he's back into the global mind all of a sudden . .

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We're playing those mind games together

Pushing the barriers, planting seeds

Playing the mind guerrilla

Chanting the mantra, peace on earth

We all been playing those mind games forever

Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil

Doing the mind guerrilla

Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure

Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together

Faith in the future, outta the now

You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas

Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind

Yeah we're playing those mind games forever

Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure

Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together

Doing the ritual dance in the sun

Millions of mind guerrillas

Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel

Keep on playing those mind games forever

Raising the spirit of peace and love

Love...

(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)

The Crystal Lake

2011-11-04T07:48:00.000Z

SHIFT of the AGES

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Springmeier Sprung

2011-11-04T06:25:00.005Z

I'm pleased to hear that Fritz Springmeier

has been released, conditionally, from jail.

I believe Fritz is a great man, from whom I have

learned a great deal. There are many smears on Fritz,

but I suppose there would be, wouldn't there.

Two books are available free at the venerable

Knowledge Files site . . have a browse but don't get lost!

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We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love

Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)

Outrage & Conviction - New Daily Radio Show

2011-11-04T04:51:00.005Z

James Corbett, of the Corbett Report websites

has a new daily 1 hour show that started on Nov 1st . .

Really excellent start, and what looks to be an

upcoming schedule that will expand, educate,

inform and entertain your brain . .

It's syndicated on Republic Broadcasting Network

or you can pick it up as a podcast. . .

And the various music in the segways is brilliant!
Always important to have good muse/ic [sic] . . .
And important to personalise a broadcast like that . . .

It was great that the first caller, Patrick, was from the UK,

because as an inhabitant of these enchanted islands

[one might say slumbering . . .or stupefied . . ],

I can tell you that this place is one of the least awake

places on Earth today. I put the roots of this sad state of my

sleeping nation down to the Industrial Revolution,

the enclosures acts, the clearances and of course the hated

and decadent Romans. We are more divorced from the land than

any other European country, and we are more divorced from

each other by the media.

The media in the UK has always been a travesty.

You can hear John Lennon speak to that in the Wenner Tapes.

Eric Blair and John Burgess Wilson were well aware of this,
and saw it all coming years ago . . . good men . .

But those books were taken of the curriculum years ago.

So was the word curriculum.

But we know all this, from places like the Peace Revolution

podcasts about the Trivium & Quadrivium . with JT Gatto . .

and places like the Corbett Report Archives . . . .

Episode 2 is fantastic . . .

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On tonight’s edition of Corbett Report Radio we talk to Joshua Blakeney, a graduate student at the University of Lethbridge who has confronted world-renowned skeptic Michael Shermer on his curious lack of skepticality when it comes to 9/11."

I'm looking forward to many more.

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Pope Blanked

2011-11-03T08:47:00.001Z

In the Shape reports, it has been glimpsed [through a scanner

darkly] that ole Papa Rat may face turbulent times very shortly.

Very turbulent times indeed.

Perhaps they have begun already . . .

Surrounded By Idiots!

2011-11-02T17:41:00.002Z

Great new podcast here, with their
first show, and a great guest - Clif High . .

Always Interesting!

Surrounded By Idiots

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Half Past Human

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Samhain - Celtic New Year

2011-11-01T06:40:00.013Z

Christian fundamentalists and non-theologically educated
laymen often, in the course of investigations into the
Illuministic death cults, whilst turning up much good work
[and you don't have to believe in Jesus to believe that people
might worship the devil] often come up against a common faultline . . .

They will tell you all about the 'fact' that the terrible Druids
and their pagan baphometric ways were/are part and parcel of and
interwoven with Illuminism, and this was why Weishaupt formed the
Bavarian Perfectibilist Illuminati on Beltaine etc etc.*

Mayday, or Beltaine as we say here in the old lands,

must be therefore a feast of the devil pan himself and
also must be a festival of blood-drinking, maiden-defiling
human-sacrificing lingham-worship.

This is much like the propaganda circulated by a certain

Julius Ceasar in a bid to demonize the land of the gold weavers
and the land of the best corn harvest, and the land of the
coveted temperate climes. . and needed a smear to provide some
sort of justificational cover for the assault on our lands.

Plus ca change . .

The Romans have a lot to answer for.

And the empire never fell, as PK Dick was fond of saying.

It simply decayed and is still putrefying. Stinks, eh?

And the emperors never did stop fiddling.

Off with their linghams, I say.

Chop chop.

Anyway, this tragic mis-representation of celtic traditions by

both the parasitic cuckoo pseudo-spirituality of Illuminism

[which can only masquerade in stolen clothes of other disciplines]

and Christian factions is a slander on the people who were our

ancestors . . and who considered life, land and nature sacred.

Happy Samhain . . may this year be a good one.

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The Encyclopedia of Celtic Mythology and Folklore

Samhain was the equivalent of New Year’s,
for just as the Celtic day began at sundown, so
the year was believed to begin with winter. Some
scholars, arguing that there is little evidence of
these holidays on the Continent and pointing to
their appropriateness to Ireland’s seasonal
changes, contend that the “traditional Celtic”
holidays are in fact only Irish. Others believe
that because absence of evidence does not constitute
proof to the contrary, we can assume that
the festivals found among the Celtic Irish were
celebrated as well by other Celtic peoples.
Samhain is the Celtic holiday most observed
today, for it has become the children’s holiday of
Hallowe’en, celebrated with decorations, costumes,
and pranks. Christianized into All Saints’
Day, the feast was carried to the New World and
was adopted not only in North America but in
lands invaded by the Spanish (some of whom
were descendants of Celts from Galicia), where
it became Día de los Muertos, the Day of the
Dead. Thus Samhain is arguably the most longlasting
and widespread of the Celtic feasts.
Samhain was part of the agricultural calendar
in two important ways. Firstly, it marked the
day upon which PIGS were killed; the sound of
desperate squealing must have added to the fearful
quality of the feast, although there would also
be seasonal treats like blood pudding to be
enjoyed. In addition, COWS were brought down
to protected winter pastures on Samhain, after
six months in the mountains with their milkmaids.
The movement of animals to and from
seasonal pastures continued well into modern
times in Ireland.

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Footnote; You know Crowley's [et al] baleful anti-doctrine . . ?

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law"

See how it bastardizes the original principle of these ancient lands...?

"Do what thou wilt, But harm none"

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* I have no doubt that there are psuedo-Druids today who
are also part of the control mechanisms and the death cults.
like Masonic Bikers. . . I mean . . .ugh . . . But anyway, it
does not mean that they represent anthing other than their own
heirarchy. And anyway, I would say true Druids have no heirarchy.
That is why the collective term is 'an argument' of Druids.

Matakuye Oyasin

Infinite Possibilities - A New Era Dawns

2011-10-28T08:14:00.002+01:00

100,000 monks . . . A Better World

Here Comes the Sun - - - Galleries

Northern Lights in Oct 24th 2011 Coronal Mass Ejection

Getting to know YU55 - Asteroid Approaches

On Nov. 8, 2011, the asteroid will complete another trip around
the sun and swing by Earth again just inside the moon's orbit.
It should fly by at a distance of 191,120 miles (307,577 km),
about eight-tenths the distance between Earth and the moon.
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New Moon in Scorpio, October 26 2011
Astro Musings

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New Dawn Has Arrived . . . . Now We Can Begin.

The “End” of the Mayan calendar, Solar Flares and Earth Changes

In this world of uncertain interpretation of news alternative media on the Internet have gone in to try to fill the gap sometimes speaking with total certainty about impending catastrophes. There, one day the comet Elenin is said to create earthquakes and to set an end to the world, the next it does not exist and then it is back again (or was it planet X?). Anything, no matter how crazy or farfetched, can today find an attentive audience on YouTube and be presented as if it was serious information. To the instability of the world has thus been added information chaos and it is a common feeling among many that they do not know who or what to believe anymore. The mental framework within which people have understood the world is eroding and this, as much as the actual course of events, is a sign of our times. Some reject the meaningfulness of mental understanding altogether.

This erosion prepares the ground for a new opening and radical shift in our ways of thinking and relating and attests to the fact that much of the world has been shaken off its previous balance by the Ninth wave. Underlying all of this we may find a somewhat nervous expectation of something unknown and dramatic that is to happen. It is not surprising that in the minds of many people this expectation has been largely negative. After all, the development of the Ninth wave has been essentially predictable according to Revelation 16, where it is the seven days that bring the most destruction to the old structures of the world. Thus, progress along the old routes has step by step been blocked and the experience of a dead end to our current civilization has spread widely with little to yet show in terms of alternatives. The novelties that have been generated by the Ninth wave have thus in the world at large been few and far in between. While many may have had inner awakenings of oneness the external manifestations of these have been very marginal.

Full Article Here

Imagine

2011-10-27T06:56:00.001+01:00

Imagine . . . If only John Lennon [and the rest] had
met Jiddu Krishnamurti and not the Maharishi Maharajah
Jogi Juri Geller Gimmi Munni Quickly.

If, like me, you saw what I saw in John Lennon,
you'll really enjoy the Jan Wenner Tapes . . .

Info about them here.

Tapes here.

King Blues & Global Resistance

2011-10-26T07:59:00.001+01:00

I Have A Dream - MLK

2011-10-25T07:49:00.000+01:00

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"It's like a kaleidoscope," says Bowie

2011-10-23T15:10:00.002+01:00

You may have heard that at one point David Bowie said that he
liked Hitler and was therefore the thin white racist duke.

Or something.

Throw enough shit at a wall, and some of it will stick.

The media has failed us, but that failing was inbuilt.

The medium is the message.

It took me YEARS to figure out what Marshall McLuhan meant by that.

We'll get to that by and by . . . .

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"It's like a kaleidoscope," says Bowie.
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[ and then explains McLuhan's message better than anyone ever did; ]
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"No matter how many little colours you put in it, that kaleidoscope
will make those colours have a pattern ... and that's what happens
with TV – it doesn't matter who puts what in the TV, by the end of
the year there's a whole format that the TV put together.
The TV puts over its own plan."

"People say I used John Lennon on the track ...
but let me tell you ... no one uses John Lennon."

"Yeah. I don't like rock and roll very much."

Well what do you think of Ken Russell as a director?

"I don't like him at all. He's... no, we'd better skip that."

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Full piece here

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I miss you, David.

[ps my mis-spelling of kaleidascope is intentional.
it was always a made up word, like all the other words, and subject to change.]

For Whom the Bell Tolls

2011-10-22T07:48:00.008+01:00

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a
peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod
bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as
well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor
of thy friends or of thine owne were; any man's death
diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell
tolls; It tolls for thee.

John Donne

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Soldiers agree and disagree with Shamar Thomas.
Interesting comments.

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Dry My Tears Said the Angel of Death, I No Longer Recognize Myself

2011-10-21T07:01:00.003+01:00

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R U M I

Jalal ad-Din Rumi (1207-1273):

Poems from the Divan-I Shams-I Tabriz, c. 1270 CE

What is to be done, O Moslems? for I do not recognize myself.

I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr [Magian], nor Moslem.

I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;

I am not of Nature's mint, nor of the circling heavens.

I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;

I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.

I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulghar, nor of Saqsin;

I am not of the kingdom of 'Iraqain, nor of the country of Khurasan.

I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;

I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizwan.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;

'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.

I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;

One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

The man of God is drunken without wine,
The man of God is full without meat.
The man of God is distraught and bewildered,
The man of God has no food or sleep.
The man of God is a king "neath dervish-cloak,
The man of God is a treasure in a ruin.
The man of God is not of air and earth,
The man of God is not of fire and water.
The man of God is a boundless sea,
The man of God rains pearls without a cloud.
The man of God has hundred moons and skies,
The man of God has hundred suns.
The man of God is made wise by the Truth,
The man of God is not learned from book.
The man of God is beyond infidelity and religion,
To the man of God right and wrong are alike.
The man of God has ridden away from Not-being,
The man of God is gloriously attended.
The man of God is concealed, Shamsi Din;
The man of God do you seek and find!
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This shape I have, O master, who do I look like?
One moment I am a fairy, the next an enchanter of one.
Burning with enthusiasms, I am both the candle and the crowd gathered around it;
I am the smoke and the light, together and scattered at once.

(Divan 1465:1-2)
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The grapes of my body can only become wine 
After the winemaker tramples me.
 I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling 
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy. 
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing 
"I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty" 
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance
 You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
 But it is I who am the Master of this Work. 
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection, 
You will never be done praising my name."
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Does a 13th century Islamic mystic hold a key to peace on earth?

All Along the Watchtower

2011-10-19T08:29:00.001+01:00

Book of Isaiah,

Chapter 21, verses 5-9:

Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise ye princes, and prepare the shield./For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth./And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of camels; and he hearkened diligently with much heed./...And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground.^[11]^[12]

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Book of Kaleidascope;

By their deeds shall they come to pass.

The Temple will not be rebuilt,

Jachin and Boaz rent asunder,

The Heirarchy externalised and disembowelled,

As every crafted lie comes rotting home,

Moriah crumbles and

The widow's preening son,

Smashed under human ashlar,

Is but a coof. And done.

Autumn 2011 - Start of The Purge.

Clif Hanger

2011-10-19T06:37:00.002+01:00

Mysogi (Purification)

N'Comboto squatted just outside the range of the late African afternoon sun as it crept lower over his shoulder, the light slowly cutting into the cool shade at his feet cast by his smock draped over his spear. He put finger to brow and looked out into the glare on the plain. The whole of the tribal grazing ground was filled with odd shaped, dusty lumps barely rising from the dusty, dry field. He shifted under the cover of the tan cloth that shielded the sun, and adjusted it how it hung from the butt of his short spear. Off to his left, under the scant shade of a desiccated pile of sticks, his brother-in-law snored like a cow farting. N'Comboto grinned. He looked at the depth of the shadow. “Not long now”, he thought, and returned to sharpening the glinting steel edge of his short spear. He shifted his knee and glanced down at the device he had received months ago when the M'sai had volunteered for war. His old ankle was so thin that he wrapped the band around twice. His wife had lovingly sewn it in place. He could see that the flashing light on the screen was much bigger now. N'Comboto tapped his sharpening stone five times against the blade of his spear. The clinking noise carried across the plain in the gathering stillness as night, and the moon rose. The sharp clink was picked up and repeated by others of his tribe, and those men of the other tribes who also camped on M'sai land, waiting.

“We are as many as the stalks of couch grass across the sands of the earth.” N'Comboto thought, a satisfaction deep in his thin bones. He returned to slowly stroking his blade and, as his father had taught him for just such idle moments, perfecting his patience.

**

Antonio turned as he closed the door to his restaurant. His gym bag, weighted with his heavy jujitsu gi and two short swords, slid along the ridges in the glass door urging a soft sigh from the cloth. Antonio hesitated, hearing, in the accidental noise, the long suffering sigh his late wife Honoria would employ as preface to each of her many, life long, cautions. He kept walking, lest his sons, and other relatives take hesitation as an invitation to try yet again to talk him out of going. Down the stairs, turn left, remembering the way that Honoria would wake him in the morning, that long sigh leading her words like many familiar dogs on a leash. “Tony, time to get moving, the restruants' waiting, and don't hurt yourself today. Let Julio do the liftng...that's why we hired him.” She would say, or some variant nearly every day of their long life together.

“No dear”, he said to the chilling bricks in the early diffused starlight of a late Fall evening in Rome, “I won't get hurt.”, waving to the near-giant Georgio, and his constant companion, Rufalo as they crossed the street with their clothing and weapon bags to meet him.

“Tony!” Georgio shouted from the crowd, “ did you get them?” His words jumping from his huge chest like sticks from a bass drum.

Antonio raised his forearm, thickly muscled from over five decades baking every day, holding the small plastic sack. As the vibrant shade of international safety green rose up over his shoulders, the crowd around him fell silent, and slightly parted, the hundreds of people previously hurrying, now standing mute, and slightly distant. Even the cars on the cobbles seem to suddenly be wearing silent slippers for tires.

Taken aback, Antonio stopped before the intersection. Georgio and Rufalo, hurrying as fast as Rufalo's bad knee would permit, stepped up from the street to join him. Unselfconsciously, Georgio bent down, his bones creaking audibly in the near silence on the street, and wrapped his arms around Antonio, momentarily covering him from view. Rufalo, lagging behind, and slightly more restrained, proffered a large toothy smile, and twitched his head toward the top of the hill.

Antonio wrestled free from Georgio's hug and the three old men started the long walk up the hill past the old soccer stadium, hastily converted to a re-education center for the bankers and other minions after the Renaissance event shook the planet. They were walking to the Athletic Center and their transport. Even acknowledging that he was an emotional old man still did not dampen his pride that the people of the whole planet had chosen an Italian word to name the pan-global experience of 2011/2012.

As they walked, the crowd parted, and in closing in their wake the three friends, silent themselves, could hear faint whispers and small weepy sobs weighing down their long shadows in the street lights...
“they're going!”
“wish I was old...”
“best of luck...”
“get one for me!”
“Goodbye grandfathers!”

**
Gladys hurriedly rolled her way out of the bedroom and down the hall in a rushing gather of towels, washcloth, and clothes. She slammed through the bathroom door, nearly spilling herself into the bathtub in her haste. “Damn that clock!” she said as towels flew to racks, pajamas were torn off, and water sent gushing into the tub.

“Damn!” Gladys said as she glanced at the clock in the living room quietly shouting the time at her. She was just not used to getting up at too-dark-thirty in the morning, and it showed. “Damn!” she said again to the almost still, chilling air. She slugged back a swallow of coffee while sort of flinging a can of food at Mr. Kerr the cat who stood by his bowl blinking in the unusual hour of the morning. “MeeeeeYO?” , he protested.

Gladys settled into the little niche that was her desk just as the lights started blinking on the Tanaka-Wiedner Global Heart Shield (MFG 2014) machine that had been installed last week by those lovely boys from the community center after she had completed her training.

The youngsters at the community center, as well as the just-too-young boys who had installed the complicated Heart Shield device with its many coils and tubes and that strange vat of green goo that had to have its own tubing out the loo window to the ground, had been ever so respectful of her. Not like before. Now was different. This was earned respect, and it felt good, so while they fiddled with dragging wires and unpacking boxes, Gladys regaled them with her stories of 'being an Occupier'.

“Yep lads,” she had said, slowly backing out of the way of the green goo vat as they filled it, “Was there that whole terrible winter of '11. Then after the City fell to Occupy in February of '12, Mr. Kerr and I moved on to join up with Occupy Earth at the Evil Castle. Now that was a battle. The 'toffs in City were cakes compared to the mercenaries at the Moat.”

“Miss Gladys?” asked one of the lads, “was that where you were...”

“yes. That was where the mercbastards shot me with them 'rubber bullets'.” Gladys grimaced at the tug in her flesh the memory drew out. “Now, me? I never felt the rubber, just the bullet.” she said. “But I saved my old carcass then, and look, still of use to the Renaissance...eh? boys...still of use.”

She smiled at the memory. They were good lads, the community center boys. And they had set up her gear just as she wanted. At first they had her sitting facing the door, but when she realized, they were kind enough to move it all the way to the back bedroom so that she would be able to look out into her garden while on duty. And Mr. Kerr could go out to hunt moths.

Gladys shook her head to free herself of the reverie, and drawing herself back to the now of this morning, and running late, she quickly hit buttons and switches while lifting breasts and wrapping the contact tapes around her torso as instructed. When the tapes were snugged in place, she took a deep breath, glanced at Mr. Kerr the cat sleepily eating breakfast, and hit the ACKnowledge button. She exhaled and almost immediately felt her empty stomach rebelling. Gladys was able to just lean over the trashcan before puking. Good lads. Right where it was needed.

Feeling better after the tension left with the remnants of last nights' late dinner, Gladys took a small sip of water while watching the communications panel on the Heart Shield. “Well, Mr. Kerr” she said as the cat jumped into her lap, “we're going to war today”. She said with some satisfaction, “ and it doesn't matter that one of us is in a wheel chair”. She felt like puking again.

**
Brandon, fell out of his bunk when the klaxon rang the two hour warning. He landed on his feet, the soft soled boots making only a soft rustling sound on the faintly warm steel of the deck. He had been dressed, laying ready in his bunk for hours during the last of the sleep cycle. Brandon jumped into the space between the bunks and saw that most of his mates had also slept in their flight suits.

Sleepy nods, and attempts at restrained grins gave way to quick greetings as the forty-two young men rapidly packed their small flight bags and loped off toward the mess.

Brandon was hardly into the hall when he felt himself yanked out of the stream by his shoulder. The culprit was Captain Jones, the flight communications taskmaster. “Skilling. Come with me.” Jones said, striding back down the corridor against the flow of men heading toward breakfast.

“Aye, Sir!” Brandon said, following in Jones' broad wake, his crew mate looking at him quizzically.

“I need a pilot.” Captain Jones shouted back over his shoulder in the din. “You volunteered!”

“Aye?! Sir!” Brandon replied as they whipped off into a side corridor and he almost collided into the Captain's broad backside as he suddenly stopped and turned in empty space.

Lowering his voice, Captain Jones squinted through his glasses at Brandon's perplexed face, and said “ You were chosen for your yoga training.” He stared intently at Brandon. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

Brandon tried to swallow, and speak. It did not work. He nodded instead. It must have meant that one of the old men pilots had died. His mind was racing faster than he could have thought possible. It meant he would be there! when it happened! It meant he would be in on it! And, sobering up as his brain ran headlong into the thought, it meant he would have to be shielded! At his age!??! Could he do it!??!

As if reading his mind, Captain Jones said, “I know you have been cloaked before. You were successful in training. I have seen the outputs. I trust your ability to do this. The question is if you trust my judgment of your skill. I know you can do this, but you must also know this, or you must refuse the assignment. There can be NO DOUBT. Do you understand me?”

“Aye, sir, I understand.”

“I have other candidates, but you are my first choice.” Jones said, pulling a list up on his com unit. “I don't want an answer now. I have already alerted the others that they may be needed. No man should have to make this sort of decision on an empty stomach so you go have breakfast with your crew and contact me in 30 ticks with your answer. Jones smiled, reached out his hand and took Brandon's shoulder, “No one other than us knows of this, and no one ever will learn of it from me if you decide to stay with your unit. You are part of a team. It is honorable to choose to stay and fight with them.” With that, Captain Jones spun around and headed down the corridor at his customary near run.

Brandon took a slow, stunned step into the hall, and was swept along toward the main mess hall. His mind reeling, his feet flopping, the only thing keeping him vertical in and in motion was the press of the crowd that pulled him along in the current until he was swept into the main mess hall of the ship. His mind still numb, yet somehow frantically active, trying to replay every word of the conversation with Jones, Brandon some how found himself in the Sirius table cluster on the far side of the mess hall. His eyes adjusted to the odd light permanently a part of the central core of the ship where the mess hall occupied a quarter of the total floor space. In the tens of thousands of men and women all wearing the same uniforms, he spotted his crew after a moment as he was able to focus his whirling thoughts into some small semblance of cohesion.

Stumbling, as though mildly drunk, Brandon went through the line and reached the table as his crew mates were just starting to finish. He looked down at the assembled foods on his plate and said, “ I can't eat this.”

“Sure you can”, replied Gregory, “just use a fork and try for your mouth this time.” His crew laughed, though nervously, as they all scanned his face.

“No.” Brandon, his jaw tightening, and the skin on his face tingling, he said, realizing in his heart that he had just decided. Or had he known all along. No doubt. Standing, he look at his crew, and said, “No, I can't eat this. Jones needs a pilot.” His blue eyes searched those of the young men around the table. They all knew. Brandon left the table, carried his tray back to recycle, then re-joined the line at the kitchen. He stuck his wrist band into the reader, stated his name to the computer, and said, “Cloaked Pilot” when queried about his task assignment. A tray was delivered with an entirely different selection of foods.

Brandon returned to his crew's table. As he sat, they rose, as though a single individual. They saluted. Brandon rose, returned the salute. One by one, his crew mates filed past, shaking his hand, or hugging him, until, forty-one human-to-human contacts later, Brandon was alone at the long table. Tears quietly dripping into his food, Brandon ate his breakfast, in a bubble of total silence, in spite of tens of thousands of people around him preparing as if the life of the species depended on their individual actions. As he chewed, Brandon worked his mental exercises, slowly, deliberately, feeling each process as completely as possible, he reached inward. In just over an hour, he will begin the most important, and trying day of his young life. Fitting that it might probably be his last.

Brandon chewed slowly, working his consciousness down/up into his lungs, headed towards his heart. “Soon it will start”, he thought, “ but now, time enough to practice.”

**

Luke Tanaka left the building in a dead run through the open door as some of his students held open the heavy glass double doors. “Good luck Professor!” He heard yelled at his back as his feet pounded down the long stairs and then the longer driveway toward the waiting car. The students waved and cheered, which Luke finally noticed as he flung himself into the car and slammed the door, motioning the driver to go.

As the car sped down the long drive toward the highway to Brasilia and the pickup, the professor found himself suddenly enveloped by a young woman's arms and perfume as she reached over the back seat to buckle him into the car.

“Seat belt, Professor You are too valuable to lose to Enrico's driving. Or morning rush hour.” Sonja said firmly. As if to put manifestation to her words, Enrico was forced to swerve in the heavy, and erratic traffic, and then to suddenly accelerate to jump their car ahead of a pending collision. It was always this way as the city woke up.

“Yes”, replied Luke, gripping the dashboard, “ so the military keeps telling me.”.

“Enrico”, said Luke. “Get us there. Fast is ok, but alive is better.”

“Si, doctore!” replied Enrico, the sweat dripping from his cap. “The traffic is hell today.”

Luke looked out the window of the speeding car at the chaos of rush hour as the city woke, and tens of millions made their days begin. This day of all days, Luke thought as Enrico wove their heavy SUV through the narrow, packed streets. Just as they had made the relative open road of the highway to Brasilia, Enrico swung the vehicle quickly off the road after spotting a soldier standing next to a large military transport. They stopped the car just behind the armored transport, the SUV stopping only inches from the rear of the large truck. Luke stirred as Sonja gathered his computer. Enrico opened the trunk for the soldiers that had quickly and silently surrounded their car. Within seconds Luke and his entourage were ensconced in the large, armored transport, and the soldiers behind them quickly fanned out across the highway as they waved the transport onto the road amidst the sounds of screeching brakes and irate drivers.

**

The convoy of military vehicles surrounding the armored transport carrying Luke Tanaka continued down the highway as his truck peeled off onto a hastily made cut-off road leading off into the jungle. It slowed rapidly as its weight was suddenly on the thinner surface of the new roadway. Reduced to a mere washing machine effect for the inhabitants, the transport lumbered adeptly up and down the road for several kilometers before slowing again, this time to a stop outside a gate surrounding a large compound of temporary office trailers that in turn were surrounding a large, glass dome structure off some distance from the gate.

The transport was quickly and silently checked by people at the gate holding menacing looking tubes of an unfamiliar design only two years ago, but now, known through out the planet as “lizard dicks”. Originally invented by a Frenchmen, and named 'dix' (pronounced deess) for the 'count of ten' formula at the core of the technology, the weapons and their quickly linguistically corrupted name, had become ubiquitously known around the planet. Luke felt oddly at peace every time he saw 'lizard dicks' in public. A pacifist until the Awakening in 2011 and the subsequent Truth Broadcasts, Luke nonetheless felt a kinship with every person so armed, though he did not carry one himself. Thinking about it, Luke suddenly realized that his position as inventor of the Global Heart Shield probably would let him request one of the still hard to get weapons. Then the next thought made him noticeably shudder, causing one of the searchers to say, “it's all correct, Professor No need to worry here. We are through.” Luke nodded, unable to explain that his involuntary jerk was due to the thought, that, given his age, and skills, he had qualified for the Assault Group, and had not, until just this moment, realized it. Not that he could have gone in any event. The very skills that qualified him were those that kept him here in Brazil. But, he had to acknowledge, it was nice to be at the center of the action here, if he could not be out there.

Once past the gates and the lizard dick armed security, the few kilometers to the central dome past quickly. The transport, unlike other vehicles, was allowed to drive next to the main doorway, and back up. The rear doors opened and Luke, entourage, and gear were rapidly moved inside the cool, air conditioned, multiple storied, dome that enclosed the broad, undulating pool of shiny green goo.

An earnest young man in a gleaming white lab coat came running up the tiled inclined lobby toward Luke and his party. “ Ah, Professor'. You have arrived.” His teeth gleamed in the intense mixture of lights arranged around the goo pool.

“Yes, Paulo.” Luke replied leading everyone into the control and ignition center. “We have retrieved the other commutator. So we will be ready in a few moments. Has Jay checked in? Did they correct their pressure problems?”

“Si, Professor'. Pro-counsel Weidner's group has the pressure at Mount Shasta exactly centerline. He reports that he is 'ready, steady, and set to go.'. Paulo replied, reading from the clipboard notes to be sure that he had the language exactly as stated to him. As he had learned, words had immense power to these alchemists, and one missed could lead to disaster.

Sonja ran up to Luke, quietly whispering in his ear. Luke listened, then turned to Paulo. “We go to Live Heart in twenty-five minutes.” He said, a very deeply satisfied look settling across his face.

Moving swiftly for his age, Luke led Sonja and Paulo through the maze of gear in the ignition center that housed the large green activation switch for the Global Heart Shield. As the trio approached the raised dais, the whole room went silent except for the deep and low hum of the pumps in the green goo room. Reaching the switch, the three simply stood there. After a moment's silence, Luke said, “Funny, I thought, somehow, that we would have something more, I don't know...serious, than our little light switch.” They all looked at the small green switch protruding from the metal surface with a single word painted on the metal at the opposite end of where the lever was currently. The word had said “on”, but that had been painted over by an unknown member of the staff to “om”. It fit and had been allowed to remain.

Turning, Luke faced the assembled staff in the control and ignition room. “My apologies for my poor words on this most exalted of days.” He began, surprised to find himself suddenly giving a speech. “I was present at the Occupation of the Capitol in my country. We willing suffered that our children might live free of the stench that had come over our beloved planet. Many here did also suffer and fight in their lands. All of us share grief for those who did not make it through the Struggles to see the Renaissance. May their next lives bring peace and growth.” Luke stopped. Weeping too much to continue, he waited for it to pass. All too common an occurrence these days, those in the room held their positions, many also quietly weeping.

“There is not much more that needs to be said,” Luke continued. “except an old man's urging to harmonize with the effort and to do our absolute best today, that we may bring honor to all humanity. It is too little to say that I love you all but that is truer today than any day in the long years of this effort.” Luke bowed, “ with respect,” he said loudly to the room, “ and for Kiki-san, and Fukashima”, in a smaller voice to Sonja and Paulo as he took their hands in his to move the small green switch to the “OM” position, “ let us begin...”.

Turning back to face the room, Luke wiped his eyes, tightened his jaw, and shouted at the limit of his voice, “KIYA! MASA KATSU!”. The assembled humanity in the room, jumped up yelling. In the noise, Luke smiled at Paulo. “ Tell Jay that we are begun, and he is free to initiate Global Heart Shield.” Striding from the platform, Luke yelled “to work! To work everyone!”.

**
N'Comboto startled, realizing that he had been caught unaware by the approach of the very very large triangular craft. It had made no noise at all, and he had become aware of it only as it slowly began blocking the light from the stars as it floated down towards the small beacon that had been set up in the middle of the plain as a sign of their presence.

N'Comboto and the ten thousand men, scattered, each to his own small tent, across the plain watched in wonder as the giant, silent, black, triangular craft slowly floated out of the dark night sky to settle a man's height from the grasses on the plain. A wide ramp slowly lowered, exposing nearly the complete interior as it dropped. The huge, well lit space was crowed with people. Mostly old men in strange clothing, much of which N'Comboto recognized as battle gear.

What had seemed to be a small black lump in the middle of the ramp resolved itself into a short man in black clothing riding the edge as the side lowered to the ground. He hopped off and walked a few feet into the plain. He held a small, lighted device into the air and then shouted many incomprehensible guttural sounds that made the wailing of baboons seem polite. The device brightened, and then N'Comboto heard, in a voice that sounded as though made of very loud, and aggressive water, “ my name is Cooper. I am loadmaster for this vessel. With respect, all those who wish to fight should come with me now.” When the machine completed, the man, Loadmaster Cooper looked out into the seemingly empty plain, shrugged his shoulders, and started to go back up the ramp when N'Comboto, as leader of his family, rapped his blade with its sharpening stone, and unwound himself to his impressive height as his 'tent' transformed itself into his war tunic.

“I am N'Comboto, a senior warrior of the M'sai. We are here Cooper, Loadmaster.” N'Comboto waved his short spear across the plain, seemingly invoking it to spew forth old men with spears by the thousands from the hillocks. “We are as many as the grasses, they are as few as lions. We shall have victory!” He said as his 'family' of old men with sharp knives warily walked into the light shining from the open, cavernous craft.

**
Brandon guided the huge TR3DD triangular hyperdimensional vehicle carefully down to the top of the designated hill in Rome. It was tricky 'flying' these antigravity craft in the dense atmosphere in what the pilots called the 'fabric' referring to space-time, than in the hyperdimensional realm where one need not worry about bashing into buildings and people. He was a very good pilot, and being young had a very good intuitive feel for the nuances of the machine. Still though, he had never piloted in 'daylight', uncloaked, and in the open view of civilians before. He found it a bit unnerving. Or perhaps it was seeing the ruins of the vatican and the torn apart hillside where the last of the occulted reptiles had made their stand less than two years past. Brandon could not be sure, but as he piloted over the gleaming tiles, and now extensively over-growing with bio-intensive food crop gardens, he thought he saw smoke wisping up in the very early morning light from deep in the former underground papal archives. That did not seem right. It was recent, less than two years past, that Brandon and the rest of his creche and crew mates had watched in fascination on their videos as the planet below their feet was seemingly being boiled in strife and riot. The Occupy Earth movement had taken them completely by surprise in both the intensity, and speed of its progression. Within mere weeks their entire universe view was shattered as their cycle counter parts below (Pluto in Scorpio generation) on the surface actually reshaped completely the power structure and destiny of the planet. It had been recent, but still...the fires he vividly remembered should have been put out by now.

Brandon focused his attention and set his craft down on the magnetic field pad projected from the bottom by the field force controllers. It was the first time in his 25 years that he had 'touched' the earth. It felt decidedly odd, even if the touch was through the controllers for the ship and the 'feet' were magnetic. Still, he could say it now....he had touched Earth. Well, he thought wryly, “I can say it IF I live to say it!”.

Almost immediately after Brandon had lowered the ramp on his ship, it was filled with the smells of old brick, bright garlic, sharp basil, and breads. He had almost expected the smell gasoline or other petroleum pollution, but that, it seemed, faded faster than the smoldering fires in the ruins of the battles.

It, the liberation of the 'Tesla technology', was what had permitted the planetary abandonment of petroleum fuels in such a short time. This had started to produce what the agricultural paradise of modern cities, Rome. In spite of the climate shifts and the forming ice age, Rome had remodeled itself on Cuban principles and now produced more foods than it consumed. All the lush greenery had made it difficult for Brandon to find a way to suitably lower his craft to his designated rendezvous. As it was, he felt sure that a gardener on his left aft corner would be pissed when he lifted off. Brandon was not concerned about the impact of crushed squash on his ship, as the skin was magnetic field after all, completely stain free.

As Brandon jockeyed the ship in small movements down to the top of the Athletic Center at the top of the hill, Antonio, Georgio, and Rufalo, along with thirty nine other old men, all in their gi's, stood chatting in the stair way leading to the roof. They had had their briefing, been issued their equipment, and waited for the arrival of their transport discussing tomatoes, and sauce recipes, and who's bread was better, and other really important stuff.

**
Walking onto Brandon's ship, carrying both his weapons and his unnoticed cloud of garlic and basil, Antonio and his dojo mates were quickly absorbed into the thousands of old men in gi's in the warm belly of the humming ship. As he had actually listened at his briefing two weeks earlier, Antonio finished suiting up early. Working his way through the crowd, carefully avoiding swords and sharps in infinite variety, he found a steel staircase leading up, and took it to the short corridors leading to the command center.

**
Brandon was surprised to find the door to the cockpit flung open and an all enveloping cloud of fresh garlic and sharp basil instanly penetrate all the volume of the small space. He turned to see Antonio looking in quizzically.

“You pilot?” He found himself asked. “Yes. Si.” Brandon replied.

“Good.” responded Antonio. “ I wanted to see you. Just to make sure.” He grinned.
Forming two large circles around his eyes with his fingers, Antonio said, “ you know, just to be sure you are not space alien.”

“No.” Said Brandon, grinning, “ not a space alien.” After a second, and surprised at himself, Brandon said, “ you smell good.”.

Antonio laughed. “I should, I am a chef!”. With that he light slapped Brandon across the cheek. “Say, you are just a kid? What is that? We are told all the pilots are old farts like me.”

“Your assigned pilot had health problems.” Brandon said, as he continued to twitch his hands slightly in steering their ship from Rome to Hilo, Hawaii. “ I am his replacement. Do not worry. I am a good pilot.”

“Am not worried, kid. I was just surprised. I am sure you are very good. Probably better than the guy you replaced.” Antonio watched everything in fascination as the cockpit crew flew them across the Atlantic in mere moments. “ Incredible!” He exclaimed. “Just incredible! If only my wife could see me know!”. Antonio grinned in spite of his stomach acting queasy as the scene outside the window rushed by so fast. “Where are we headed now?” he asked.

“Hawaii.” Brandon said. “we have to lift from a hyperdimensional point, and Hawaii is at 19.45 degrees. And we are supposed to pick up a shipment of new weapons at coordinates on the eastern side of the big island.”

“Si, the latest lizard dicks. I was told. Some real kick ass dicks they say.” Antonio gritted his teeth.”Well, boy, I leave you to your work. May universe preserve us all.” Antonio slapped his hands on Brandon's shoulders, and for a brief moment, Brandon knew what a pizza felt as it was kneaded.

Turning to leave, Antonio asked, “ Say, are you Shielded?”. He pulled aside his gi to reveal the straps and the thin, pulsing green stripe of goo in the thin fabric of his harness.

Brandon nodded.

“Whose your guardian?” Antonio asked?

Brandon looked down at his harness, lifted up the tag at the bottom of his ribs and read, “ Gladys Pool, London”.

Antonio replied. “Mine is Shina, a woman in Mongolia.” He shook his head at the wonderment, “ imagine that, these women hold our hearts in their hearts tonight, and if we die, they die, and we will likely never see their faces, or hear their voices.” He shook his head, clearing a tear. Antonio suddenly jerked Brandon around, “you are younger than my youngest son. I used to pray to saint Anthony, my namesake. Now I know better, but tonight, I shall ask universe to favor us all. Even you who are not chefs, and cannot bake.” With that he kissed the very startled Brandon on both cheeks and departed, leaving behind the smell of ancient bricks and fresh baked pasta.

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The strategy was to have cloaked craft lift off from hyperdimensionally active points on oblique angles of declination to the underlying vertices and to proceed to an orbit ahead of the rotation of the moon. These craft, their occupants life force signatures 'grounded' by the alchemical science of the green goo, upon reaching orbit, went 'dark' and merely waited. Some had previously expelled millions of 'pods' into orbit ahead of their own position, such that a rain of pod encased people settled in on the moon over several hours that night. At the arranged time, the pods separated and low pressured suited old men lumbered across the lunar landscape toward predesignated targets.

The lizards never saw it coming. The Tanaka-Weidner grounding effect worked perfectly. While the metallic pods and pressure suits did show on the magnetometers, the shielding kept the life-force signatures from the lizards' indicators, thus their supposition was that it was merely another magnetically noisy day on the creaky old interstellar colonization ship that is the Moon. When the hatch on dome #33 was opened, the lizard first through the door had a very difficult time reconciling the vision that was the final one to pass its eyes as N'Comboto, wrapped in a pressure suit, but still looking every bit the M'sai warrior, shoved a short spear through it's suit, and throat.

The lizard's blue-green blood gushed out as N'Comboto withdrew his blade, and pushed the lizard over with his foot. It lay dying, blood welling up in its mouth-sack, and spewing out onto the moonscape, it's eyes wide open, staring out through the face plate as figure after figure silently passed by into the now open hatch.

The lizard twitched, and its last thought flickered across its consciousness. . .

'Human.'

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clif high, October 2, 2011, in the beginning of the year of Assertion, copyright reserved to author. Permission granted to translate and repost in toto, with attribution.

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