Previous William Thomas Sherman Info Page quotes, observations, etc.
If it but have the ability to think a little, a fly, and whose life might only last a few days, can always look down its nose at a anyone, anything, everyone or everything -- and yet be possibly right (as well as possibly wrong) in doing so.
If it but have the ability to think a little, a fly, and whose life might only last a few days, can always look down its nose at a anyone, anything, everyone or everything -- and yet be possibly right (as well as possibly wrong) in doing so.
My own moral philosophy could be said to boil down to this. Hell people, all the time, say this is bad; that is bad. But how bad is most anything really when they are not around spying, gossiping, and meddling?
Why doesn't "Quote of the Day," used by Google, ever cite the source of a given quote used? I suppose it makes it easier for the person collecting them not to have to bother. (A multi-million dollar outfit like Google and this is the best they can do?)
Today's quote (12/28/06) purportedly comes from Thomas H. Huxley: "Every great advance in natural knowledge has involved the absolute rejection of authority." Does this then include the rejection of Huxley's own authority (let alone Reason)? I must confess I am utterly baffled.
Sometime they will adopt a style or certain emphasis, and which they then become identified with. Thereafter, not surprisingly, that style or emphasis might offend us. But usually it is not really the style or emphasis that is bad; rather it is them and the prior association with the given style or emphasis. This, for example, is true in the case of certain types of humor, say like slapstick. In the right circumstances a person being hit or hurt could be funny, and in others circumstances obviously not so. Taking something then from its more appropriate use or application to a more distorted use or application is one tactic a devil might employ to influence people's outlook. And even without any devil to provoke us, we ourselves might not always be sure where the right line is with something -- under the circumstances.
Here's another: You have more freedom to do bad when goodness or justice rule, then you have freedom to do good when badness or injustice rule. This we know from experience, if not from logic strictly speaking.
To repeat an earlier argument: If evil is a choice, then evil is not necessary; if evil is not necessary it cannot possess divine status. Now the logic of this syllogism seems to me as clear and indisputable as could be, and yet interestingly some might be very reluctant to accept it because of psychologically based fear and bad habits they suffer from.
If they are ever brought up on charges, it is necessary to bear in mind that those who listen to spirit people are not infrequently led to think we live in a kind of dual universe: one half ruled by good, the other by evil. All these dupes were doing then, as they understood it, was cooperating with both halves; while people like Sherman thought they could get-by by respecting or bowing down to only one of them.
Do animals consider us as brothers or sisters? Most of the time, and understandably, I think they distrust us. Yet certainly we know many instances where any one of them can and will be friendly, and without any extraneous coercion, strained manipulation of their behavior, or other means to achieve this than simple kindness, caring and familiarity. From this I am inclined to conclude that nature is -- at heart -- good and friendly, and what is base and evil is unnatural. But if unnatural whence do baseness and evil come from? The answer, (as much as anywhere else) from dead people brought back to life in the laboratory of Dr. Frankenstein.
Is being able to interfere with and control communications on a wide scale and ongoing basis (and in an obviously biased way) the way to control all the wealth? If so, in asserting our free speech rights we are also asserting essential economic rights.
Note. The following is one of Bryant's very last poems; for which, in the late 19th century, a number of single-volume illustrated editions were made.
"The Flood of Years"
by William Cullen Bryant
"A Mighty Hand, from an exhaustless urn,
Pours forth the never ending Flood of Years
Among the nations. How the rushing waves
Bear all before them! On their foremost edge,
And there alone, is Life; the Present there
Tosses and foams and fills the air with roar
Of mingled noises. There are they who toil,
And they who strive, and they who feast, and they
Who hurry to and fro. The sturdy hind --
Woodman and delver with the spade-- are there,
And busy artisan beside his bench,
And pallid student with his written roll.
A moment on the mounting billow seen--
The flood sweeps over them and they are gone.
There groups of revelers, whose brows are twined
With roses, ride the topmost swell awhile,
And as they raise their flowing cups to touch
The clinking brim to brim, are whirled beneath
The waves and disappear. I hear the jar
Of beaten drums, and thunders that break forth
From cannon, where the advancing billow sends
Up to the sight long files of armed men,
That hurry to the charge through flame and smoke.
The torment bears them under, whelmed and hid,
Slayer and slain, in heaps of bloody foam.
Down go the steed and rider; the plumed chief
Sinks with his followers; the head that wears
The imperial diadem goes down beside
The felon's with cropped ear and branded cheek.
A funeral train--the torrent sweeps away
Bearers and bier and mourners. By the bed
Of one who dies men gather sorrowing,
And women weep allowed; the flood rolls on;
The wail is stifle, and the sobbing group
Borne under. Hark to that shrill sudden shout--
The cry of an applauding multitude
Swayed by some loud-tongued orator, who wield
The living mass as if he were its soul.
The waters choke the shout and all is still.
Lo, next, a kneeling crowd and one who spreads
The hand in prayer; the engulfing wave o'ertakes
And swallows them and him. A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty; at his easel, eager-eyed,
A painter stands, and sunshine at his touch
Gathers upon the canvas, and life glows;
A poet, as he paces to and from,
Murmurs his sounding lines. Awhile they ride
The advancing billow, till its tossing crest
Strikes them and flings them under while their tasks
Are yet unfinished. See a mother smile
On her young babe that smiles to her again ---
The torrent wrests it from her arms; she shrieks,
And weeps, and midst her tears is carried down.
A beam like that of moonlight turns the spray
To glistening pearls; two lovers, hand in hand,
Rise on the billowy swell and fondly look
Into each other's eyes. The rushing flood
Flings them apart; the youth goes down; the maid,
With hands outstretched in vain and streaming eyes,
Waits for the next high wave to follow him.
An aged man succeeds; his bending form
Sinks slowly; mingling with the sullen stream
Gleam the white locks and then are seen no more.
Lo, wider grows the stream; a sea-like flood
Saps earth's walled cities; massive palaces
Crumble before it; fortresses and towers
Dissolve in the swift waters; populous realms
Swept by the torrent see their ancient tribes
Engulfed and lost, their very languages
Stifled and never to be uttered more.
"I pause and turn my eyes, and looking back,
Where that tumultuous flood has passed; I see
The silent Ocean of the Past, a waste
Of waters weltering over graves, its shores
Strewn with the wreck of fleets, where mast and hull
Drop away piecemeal; battlemented walls
Frown idly, green with moss, and temples stand
Unroofed, forsaken by the worshippers.
There lie memorial stones, whence time has gnawed
The graven legends, thrones of kings o'erturned,
The broken altars of forgotten gods,
Foundations of old cities, and long streets
Where never fall of human foot is heard
Upon the desolate pavement. I behold
Dim glimmerings of lost jewels far within
The sleeping waters, diamond, sardonyx,
Ruby and topaz, pearl and chrysolite,
Once glittering at the banquet on fair brows
That long ago were dust; and all around,
Strewn on the waters of that silent sea,
Are withering bridal wreaths, and glossy locks
Shorn from fair brows by loving hands, and scrolls
O'erwritten,-- haply with fond words of love
And waves of friendship-- and the fair pages flung
Fresh from the printer's engine. There they lie
A moment and then sink away from sight.
"I look, and the quick tears are in my eyes,
For I behold, in every one of these,
A blighted hope, a separate history
Of human sorrow, telling of dear ties
Suddenly broken, dreams of happiness
Dissolved in air, and happy days, too brief,
That sorrowfully ended, and I think
How painfully must the poor heart have beat
In bosoms without number, as the blow
Was struck that slew their hope or broke their peace,
Sadly I turn, and look before, here yet
The Flood must pass, and I behold a mist
Where swarm dissolving forms, the brood of Hope.
Divinely fair, that rest on banks of flowers
Or wander among rainbows, fading soon
And reappearing, haply giving place
To shapes of grisly aspect, such as fear
Molds from the idle air; where serpents lift
The head to stroke, and skeletons stretch forth
The bony arm of menace. Further on
A belt of darkness seems to bar the way,
Long, low and distant, where that Life Is
Touches the Life to one. The Flood of Years
Rolls toward it, near and nearer. It must pass,
That dismal barrier. What is there beyond?
Hear what the wise and good have said, Beyond
That belt of darkness still the years roll on.
More gently, but with not less mighty sweep,
They gather up again and softly bear
All the sweet lives that late were overwhelmed
And lost to sight--all that in them was good,
Noble, and truly great and worthy of love--
The lives of infants and ingenious youths,
Sages and saintly women who have made
Their households happy--all are raised and borne
By that great current in its onward sweep,
Wandering and rippling with caressing waves
Around green islands, fragrant with the breath
Of flowers that never wither. So they pass,
From stage to stage, along the shining course
Of that fair river broadening like a sea.
As its smooth eddies curl along their way,
They bring old friends together; hands are clasped
In joy unspeakable; the mother's arms
Again are folded round that child she loved
And lost. Old sorrows are forgotten now,
Or but remembered to make sweet the hour
That overpays them; wounded hearts that bled
Or broke are healed forever. In the room
Of this grief-shadowed Present there shall be
A Present in whose reign no good shall gnaw
The heart, and never shall a tender tie
Be broken--in whose reign the eternal Change
That waits on growth and action shall proceed
With everlasting Concord hand in hand.
[Speaking of a spirit person] You didn't think that I was in the least going to let him drag me into or unload on me that chump movie career of his, now did you? I'm like the cat; I'd rather starve to death first.
The key to successful brainwashing is getting the subject to doggedly and tenaciously accept false assumptions.
In all the history of mankind what mighty emperor or king was there ever that was not either made to look foolish or made a martyr? Asoka is the only one that immediately comes to mind as a possibility; even so, such as he or she have been very few and far between.
Ideas for talking with people. Bring a telescope or binoculars with you, and find out if the person you go to see understands what these tools are and what they are used for, while raising the question why would such things be needed. If and after you can mutually settle this with them, go on to explain, there is great evil going on in our midst, but which we cannot properly see or detect because to see and understand him or it requires a device like a telescope or binoculars.
While we may come day be able to love everyone and everything, I find it very hard to believe we will ever come to know them all. And though I don't most of the time live baffled, I can't honestly say that I won't die baffled.
I have said before and I will say again, the biggest, the worst mistake a person can make is to see things (whether in joy or in sorrow) the way secretive spirit people see them. They are dead, and you are alive. If you start thinking and feeling like them, you will become dead in spirit too like them. So pernicious and baleful is the influence of such types that it is typical to find, say, artists and poets in agony over something that in its origin is actually one of these ghosts silently, subtly and deliberately instilling and planting his own problems and dreary perspective in them; and which he himself acquired from many, many years of heinous and unspeakable crime he's been involved in.
These commanding spirit people will often act like they know everything, and it seems there is no limit to their persistence in this. But do not be fooled. They don't know so much as they act and are simply the most incorrigibly stubborn, childish and arrogant people imaginable. The reasoning of such is simply this. If he has nothing to live for, then what would be more glorious and delightful than to take the whole world down to perdition with him? And why not? He has nothing else to do.
A poor man in a free state is far better off than a rich man in a slave state; the first has choice; the other (given his status) is supposed to already know everything so has no need for choice but that all his grossest or most carnal needs and desires are met.
It's like the Range Rover club only a secret religion. Golden angels, heavenly visions, light filled love, they can do all those things but only in a way that a thick or dull witted person would be very moved or impressed, yet so impressed that they will scorn and sneer at all true reasoning and intellect (and which is all the club ultimately asks of him.)
Christianity, properly speaking, is and champions the truth, and what people have against honest Christianity is the same as what they have against truth generally. And as the truth provides real solutions, lies and prolonged fantasy bring evil. Yet who and how many can bear the truth?
It's what brings you greater wholeness that makes you happy, or at least happiness without wholeness is a specious or fleeting happiness. Now the question is, is the one a person seeks the true or false one?
If we say there isn't actually an Evil One, what advantages might arise for someone pretending to be him?
If the great Evil One is not interesting, what is he? If it can be shown that he is not so terribly interesting as he claims then his empire is bound to fall.
Can a damned person be in the sky? Some say the Devil is the Prince of the powers of the air. If this is so, "above" does not necessarily imply goodness, let alone Heaven.
The solution with two heads.
He solemnly insisted he needed all that money and resources, not to mention lives, to accomplish his wise and ingenious scheme. With the help of his blind followers these demands were largely satisfied; and for many years now he has had all that money, he has had all those resources, and has had, and still has many of, those lives at his disposal Now I ask you, in all seriousness, what is the point? Overt depravity in the media is at an all time high in the U.S. The internet, which was and is just the thing to save everyone, has been systematically interfered with and made to seem something trivial or worse in the public eyes. Group, let alone individual, activists have become more and more sublimated and less present, if not absent, in public discussion. Brutal crimes of the most inconceivable character have become a common place and made light of; while the princes of media have saw fit to make lurid crime fashionable in films and television. Innovation and creativity productivity have reached a point of stagnation and inertia unparalleled in all the history of this nation. Children are being lead to magic and fantasy monsters as role models; while products offered for their edification and amusement are often so substandard as to be thought laughable, but for the tragic consequences which might (for some) result from such neglect and carelessness children's well-being. Young people grow up only to find a culture that discourages independence, personal industriousness and free expression which do meet with the approval of a closed and now heavily centralized media establishment; while rewarding obsequiousness, surliness, duplicity, or crassness. Young women we see routinely eaten alive or personally destroyed as sex objects in what is supposed to be entertainment, and sex itself made to seem like something debased. Frauds and hoaxes of the most outrageous and shameless kind (such as the productions of "Phil Tucker," "O'Dale Ireland," and Jerry Bruckheimer for starters) are allowed to go on, and even though there are ready means of exposing and showing them to be such. Professional people, including lawyers, doctors, clergy, and university professors and journalists when confronted with the crisis of our times react to it with the most craven puerility, and in some instances can hardly function on even the most rudimentary competency level of what is supposed to be their vocation... You know I could go on, but this is more than enough to sicken and nauseate anyone in a single sitting.
How can they have a grand vision for some country on the other side of the world, and yet (evidently) have hardly a clue about what is and has been going on in our own? What kind of democracy can we expect out of Iraq when we ourselves are becoming a kind of capitalist Soviet Union; where rights and privileges are based on (what amounts to) party membership and artificially contrived exclusivity (at odds with free and fair competition)? In my opinion, the best way to win the war in Iraq is to hunt down and prosecute the billionaire criminals and terrorists in this country who are stifling free speech, free trade, and human rights, and thus make it possible for peace to be built by peoples and cultures exchanging constructive expression and ideas (instead of having to go through someone like "Stephen Spielberg" first to do this.) Show and prove to the rest of the world we are serious about our own values; then perhaps that rest can begin to take those values seriously.
Billion Dollar Age
There have been, do you suppose, how many serial killer or bizarre random killing cases in the U.S. since say the late sixties (just for fun how many can you list?) And yet why is there no major government agency devoted to addressing the issue? It's almost as if these kind of crimes take place like magic that cannot be accounted for or explained by the amazed audience.
He made a Faustian bargain and as a result he's afraid to go to sleep at night with the lights off; we then have to waste our time babysitting him while his good friend goes atorturing and or amurdering.
Devilment is picking on someone in a pronounced, unrelenting and usually very personal kind of way. It should therefore be not so hard to spot.
The following is taken courtesy of kidszone.ws/magic; whom we thank for making available.
Tips and hints to help you become a successful magician:
1. Practice in front of a mirror so you can see the trick as your audience will. Practice lots!
2. Practice the "patter" as well as the trick. Figure out before hand what you want to say during the show. Good patter will help distract the audience just enough to keep them from guessing how you've pulled off your magical feats! Here's a start for you:
Thanks so much to Rita for sending this in!!
The magician shows a glass, upside down, and a coin on a sheet of colored paper.
He puts a handkerchief over the glass and moves it over.
He pulls the handkerchief off and Abracadabra! the coin has disappeared.
A sheet of construction paper (1), a clear glass, a handkerchief and a coin.
Trace the glass onto the sheet of paper and cut the circle out. Then tape it to the glass so when you put it onto a piece of paper the same color it blends in.
When you do the above put the glass onto a piece of paper and just basically move the paper covered glass over the coin while the whole thing is under the handkerchief so the glass covers the coin. Pull off the handkerchief. The coin will have "disappeared."
Coin Trick 2
I have magic trick to share, my name is ++++
What you do is place the cup over the coin and cover the cup up with the paper towel. The audience should be on the opposite side of the table and you should be sitting. Lift up the cup and make the audience concentrate on the coin, while they are not looking drop the cup on your lap still holding the paper towel (which should be in the shape of the cup) place it back on the table. When you have the audiences attention smash down the cup and drop the cup from your lap and show the audience that there is no hole in the table and the coin is still there. Smile.
If I were asked what do I think is the greatest force for the worst evil in the world, I would tell you that it is spirit people. But what would probably be misunderstood in my response is that some would think I meant spirit people who look like devils or perhaps evil looking angels. What I mean by spirit people is all spirit people who give orders, who act as if they represent authority, and who (in one way or another) materially manifest themselves to those who are their devotees (or else, as in my own case, the victims of their tyranny and oppression.) It is these despotic spirit people who command the vast majority (if not all) the major evil that takes place the world over.
Yet because discussing spirit people rationally and scientifically is ridiculed, frowned upon or otherwise prohibited, we cannot, as a society or community, even begin to address the dangers these spirit people pose, let alone take action to combat them. Part of the reason spirit people have this privilege is that far from being seen as the vampires and cannibals (they actually are), they are not infrequently thought of by many as representing higher authority. In this illusion lies their greatest power.
But let someone who has dealt with them for a long time tell you what these spirit people are really like.
You see no heroes among these people; no speakers or champions of the truth. They lord it from on high and will, through various means, endeavor to cajole, manipulate, frighten and bamboozle you. They do not come forward or make themselves available for open, honest discussion. Though they can titillate, arouse, cause you to laugh, and make you feel drug-like throes of rapture, they only know or see felicity through a glass darkly, and do not even really know what real happiness is (except perhaps in fragments.) Truly what many take to be Heaven, as they know it from spirit people, is in fact some kind of damnation or at least purgatory; comprised of mental patients (or other lamentable victims), and that is run by the wily and sadistic dictators who pretend or would lead you to believe they are or represent God (or else someone as or nearly important.) Their Hell, on the other hand, is very much as reported or reputed.
Where then is this great goodness in spirit people that many take them to be higher authority? In lies, sophistry, trickery, fear, manipulation and show -- not in any real goodness. Yet if yours is a heart of a coward or hypocrite, more than likely you will see these things as real goodness.
But those with more sense know that true authority resides in honesty, courage, good character, a sense of fairness and justice -- qualities you will be very hard put to find or detect among spirit people. Granted not all spirit people are so terrible. But it is for them like it often is with us -- only far worse; namely that the more materially powerful they are, the more (likely) bad they are. It is these persons, that is the most materially powerful of spirit people then, that humanity needs to some day seek out militarily and destroy -- and not, as is the case in the present day and age, listen to and take orders from as if they were God or some other higher authority.
Dissatisfcation with religion invariably stems from dissatisfaction with the false image of religion; such as these people perpetrate; because if you ever truly loved someone or anything deeply, it is just a matter of time before you love them or it religiously. Who then could have pious love for or sense of holy obligation to such arrant tyrants as I describe? And how much more sense does it make to say the world and the good things in it were made mostly or exclusively for their enjoyment and that of their selfish, blind minions?
What do you want me to say? That you are the most wonderful brainwashed people I ever met? And don't you see what an impossible situation you are putting us in? You can't even live with yourself; how then can you expect us to suffer and put up with you?
With the benefit of our short survey, what might we say about English 18th century poetry in retrospect? Overall the early part of the century was generally much better. The latter, though with a few notable exceptions like Cowper and Blake, tended to noble, perhaps grand, designs but with somewhat less the pure heart of the thing. Both groupings (i.e. earlier versus later) were nice scholars, but the latter seem to be more concerned with outward form than inner spirit and sense. Very broadly speaking, the first wrote poetry because they loved poetry; the latter aspired to do so more because they loved the idea of being famous for writing poetry and the respect it would bring. Perhaps the reason for this shift was that the only ones really permitted to write poetry (and have it recognized) as the years went on were those of the second sort.
"Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
Yet horror screams from his discordant throat.
Rise, sons of harmony, and hail the morn,
While warbling larks on russet pinions float;
Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote,
Where the grey linnets carol from the hill.
O let them ne'er with artificial note,
To please a tyrant, strain the little bill,
But sing what Heaven inspires, and wander where they will...
"O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even,
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all that dread magnificence of heaven,
O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!..."
~ from "The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius: Book I", by James Beattie (1735-1803)
science and innovation
ecology and environment
music and culture
Where did they all go? No doubt some of you could help me on this, but as best as I could discern we are now more concerned with:
which erases your memory
and your guilt
"I am the Lord Your God....
(from Frank Herbert's Dune)"
Wasting everyone's time...
It's pretty rich to be monsters of this kind.
"I need a billion dollars to torture enough people."
And you are to me as,
and indivisible from,
the blubber and fat
of the Great Hooligan
sitting atop and astride
the freedoms of mankind.
WINDS FROM THE SOUND
Oh ancient song, lead me along
to sing what only a heart knows;
like a rooster who crows
to the waking stars
in the sky of a thousand suns,
that for all progress,
for all our alarms,
sea, sky and earth
hath not lost their charms!
Animals watch winds as they blow;
in soft silence sitting below.
The rushing gusts flow
with yearning long gone
from someone’s breast in the past;
revived now in mine.
Then love weary grown,
I find my heart moan
for rest and a home.
I like this print so much I simply wanted to put it up here for show. It depicts the "S.S. Great Eastern" (1858-1890), "Iron Steam Ship...[of] 22,500 tons."
Illusions can be deadly, and for this reason philosophy, of which science is an offspring, will always have a practical relevance and utility. Problem is, of course, so much of what often is made to pass as philosophy is in reality only sophistry or pedantry, and which merely serve to discredit real philosophy in people's minds who don't know better.
If you attack goodness things become less good. For example, if a cow is treated badly, it will give poorer quality milk, and the reverse, of course, is true. It's the same for people, and yet look how we see people, even both rich and poor, openly and shamelessly, let alone secretly, abused; sometimes just for kicks; at other times under false pretenses of administering justice. And of course there is no end of various kinds of assaults a given person might gratuitously have to undergo at the hands of stronger parties. authority. To put it bluntly -- you want a growing and prosperous economy? a better, more peaceable world? Then stop killing or victimizing people (and animals as well)!
Perhaps even before Oswald Spengler did we hear about the end of Western culture. From reading here before, you will not be surprised to hear from me that it is these spirit people (whom I write of) who are ruining Western culture; which culture, in its historical constitution, is largely Christian. These kinds of destructive spirit people are both autocratic and pagan.
It is as if he is walking in his sleep, trusting as he does in the guidance of spirit people; he is carrying a larger share of these people following (and working for) him than perhaps any other, and it's like a disease. Yet there is probably no one more powerful in our society today than him. Look, it's all very simple -- get rid of him (by lawful and just means of course) and you will get rid of the worst of the spirit people problem, at least in the short term, yet which short term might prove invaluable to forestall the enemy and further re-fortify ourselves against future attack.
As I not unrarely do at this website, I would like to communicate a little something to this person (or persons) who is running these brain torture radios I often speak spoken about, and that is this:
Please try to understand and appreciate the very dire seriousness of what you are doing and who you are doing all this for. This ghost you listen to is someone who for many, many years has had this insatiable desire to be a celebrity, is pathologically obsessed with fame, and is utterly enthralled at the idea of being someone who people talk about all the time for his cleverness, humor, and dramatic sense. Yet the fact of the matter is he is very little in actuality possessing of any of these qualities, and this is a result of his having to do the wrong things so much (and being led to mistakenly believe it doesn't matter.) It is in large part in consequence of his very frustration that he wants to use these radios. In effect he saying, "well, if I don't get to be a celebrity, then I will have my way by getting my revenge." This is what he is doing, and how can you put yourself in a position of promoting the use of such sick and demented technology in order to sob the pride of some ego-maniacal ne'er-do- well, who ruined his life because he had some love potion thrown on him by some sorcerer ages ago; which potion made him so enamored of the sorcerer; who proceeded to completely mess up and ruin his life with magic, devilment and wild illusions. They do these things because they believe they know what they are doing. But stop and ask yourself deeply and thoughtfully, how can you be so very sure they know what they are doing (as they claim)? Would you want to be like him? Live like him and these other spirit people -- really? And yet you assume they know what they are talking about because they fill you with drug-like euphoria, are able to bully people, and put on wonderful shows.
Sometimes they will say to me on the aforementioned radios that "so-and-so* doesn't want to live any more..." Which gloomy declaration I sometimes finish for them by saying "...because they will not mind their own business!"
* Say a champion of our cause.
As a reflection of our evolving mass media lexicon, for a brief while there it almost seemed like "randy" (applied as a kind of flattery) was going to come into common parlance like "blog" and "carb" (what happened to "carb" anyway?); evidently, however, someone on the upper levels figured it was best to not persist in its use.
I see how it is. They "came into" all that titanic money by acting in surreptitious cooperation with spirit people from Hell, and if then we try to combat that same Hell, the community only permits us to do so in a manner or according to terms dictated by those same spirit people. This, as you can see, is complete nonsense. The best way as any to get rid of these Hell people is to speak the truth and openly about them, yet this, of course, is exactly what is not allowed.
[Let me ask you this then.] Do you think you are capable of carrying on an at length, rational conversation about mind control and brainwashing?
"Look man, for cryin' out loud, you ruined this person's life! Couldn't you at least just mind your own business already?"
"Oh no, oh no. I don't have to mind my own business if I don't want to."
Is it in within the strength of any mortal to tell him to leave those girls alone?
It seems it is easier to fool people with fake science than it is to fool them with fake poetry; and the reason for this I expect is that, as a practical matter, it is sometimes much easier to lie (or recklessly ignore or distort) when science is claimed or invoked; but false thought or feeling in poetry you cannot so easily hide or disguise.
Envy and jealousy are not nearly such incendiary instigators of evil in the world as much as they have often been made to appear, but for those who calculatingly use them to promote evil for its own sake.
Process precedes image, and if you can't respect and accept this then be off with your image (or the force of your imprint on my senses); it means nothing to me.
There are refined and sophisticated ways of making people laugh and be happy. There are refined and sophisticated ways of causing them to mourn and suffer. Between the two, which then do you suppose holds greater sway in this day and age?
People of true religious faith do not love because they obey; rather they obey because they love. There is no meaningful power in loving out of obedience; such is the devotion of a slave. Yet in obedience that follows from wise and sincere ardor comes ultimately all the greatest power we as individuals are capable of realizing.
It would seem to be the case historically that at times certain criminal spirit people have secretly fashioned or tailored toward their own dead interests the teachings, the behavior and look of a given religion through manipulating, coercing, and bamboozling some of its would be adherents. What better explanation for heated religious strife and misunderstanding could you have than by taking into account such invisible, unelected, and underhanded advisors in theology's back room?
What, for the most part, is the general history of man but the story of someone cooperating with, then running from, then fighting, then cooperating with, then running from, fighting, etc. a demon. Don't we have a choice? We do, but only in fighting and defeating him.
I think one of the key differences between my opponents and myself is that, though without quite the means to be happy (by being, for example, subject to brutality on an ongoing basis while being denied my basic rights), I have the ability to be happy. They, by contrast, have the means (and this through robbing such as myself), but are still, after all these years, without the ability. Before, it use to be that we all had the means.
They seek to obtain life, fundamentally, from death, not life out of life, and they do this by crime under the direct or indirect mentorship of spirit people. And yet one wonders how many amidst the vast multitude are, at least in principle, just like them. I rather think more people are like me, only they are not allowed or else are discouraged or frightened or brainwashed from being that way.
Observe also these people came to me, and having had ample opportunity to see how utterly false and rotten they are I do not now nor ever want to have anything to do with them (if I can help it.) Yet they, conversely, cannot seem to get enough of me, and indeed hold me a sort of de facto hostage; by using money, technology, behaviorism and spirit people to do this. Hail Hooligan!
Now I ask you, who or which of the above choices seems more like God and who more like the Devil?
"...Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictured here,
Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear:
Too blest indeed were such without alloy;
But fostered even by freedom, ills annoy.
That independence Britons prize too high,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie;
The self-dependent lordlings stand alone,
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown.
Here, by the bonds of nature feebly held,
Minds combat minds repelling and repellled;
Ferments arise, imprisoned factions roar,
Represt ambition struggles round her shore;
Till, over-wrought, the general system feels
Its motions stop, or frenzy fire the wheels.
"Nor this the worst. As nature's ties decay,
As duty, love, and honor, fail to sway,
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talent sinks, and merit weeps unknown;
Till time may come, when, stript of all her charms,
The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,
Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame,
Where kings have toiled, and poets wrote for fame,
One sink of level avarice shall lie,
And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonored die..."[335-360]
~ from "The Traveller," by Oliver Goldsmith
It is always possible for someone, anyone, to surprise you. This is or true of spirit people as well as ourselves.
Here's another try. This group is so bombed out of its mind with demonism and hooliganism they think it is normal to be like that. That's just the thing! You are not supposed to think it is normal or acceptable to be like that. Yet so cleverly and or brutally persuasive are these people you of course aren't surprised to learn how many, even so, do agree with them and believe what they believe.
Sometimes it is better to not think, or else to think of pure nothing, than to think about something that does not terribly matter.
I have been eaten away at by a literal demon for the better part of my life, and that things should have succeeded to such a pass later came (as of just a few years ago) as no small surprise, I assure you. What single lesson do I take out of my experience more than any other? That it is not what goes into a person that truly defiles them; it's what comes out of them. In addition comes the realization, that it was never actually for lack of good that I ever had reason to complain; but only that there was too much bad; and this last due to someone else's blindness, greed, and stupidity not my really own (let alone God's.)
The Old Kids On The Block
making the scene...calling the shots...living it up...forcing themselves on people
It's like a bad version of Disneyland, yet this is what they are bowing down to.
Persons or things can look very, very different close up or from a distance, and valued or not valued correspondingly; even though it is the same person or thing in question.
Though you might know many in society skilled at palliation, yet whom do you know there that is capable of dealing with and discussing, let alone contending against, real or serious evil? For the life of me, I myself do not know of anyone. (No, there is nothing terrible inspired in my asking this; yet it is a very good question nonetheless, don't you think?)
Does it make any sense to give your life for a ghost or for a ghost's "life"? It doesn't make sense to me, nor do I think it would to any ghost.
The very nature of real or serious evil is conspiracy; for little or no major evil can take place at large without it. To deny then the possibility of conspiracy is to effectively deny the possibility of real evil.
"Frank, why don't you place this whole matter into the hands of the police?"
"The police! The police idea of magic begins and ends on a vaudeville stage. They would have ridiculed us... Besides the resulting publicity would have put Vindhyan on guard."
And don't forget --
Tricks of "Deity" (in order to keep the people in awe):
Should all efforts to restore our cherished freedoms come to naught, and, quite frankly, you find yourself needing to change sides, you might in the meanwhile practice and accustom yourself to saying the following:
"Hail Hooligan!" (or also "All Hail Hooligan!")
as it is both eminently fit for and bound to please whomever is in power.
I saw the following poem on the "League of American Poets" website (which website, by the way, because it is so different from what it used to be, should in my opinion be read with caution) and thought it worth commenting on:
© By Heather D. Lillis
"My brother and sister were taken from me, how could go let this be? It hurt me so much to have to see them go, but, GOD touched my hand to let me know. Then just like that they were gone, many nights I wondered what I did wrong. Was it something I did? Or something I said? to cause my brother and sister to be dead? I had a dream just the other night I passed through the clouds and saw a bright light. I saw a little girl as beautiful as can be, as a matter of fact she kinda looked like me. She walked up and told me her name, and when she did a smile came to my face. I looked down at her and she smiled the same. I told her I loved her and I missed her so, more than she would ever know. Then, a boy with eyes so blue, comes up and says I have been waiting on you. My name is Zack the brother you never met, Please tell me sis that you didn’t forget. I get on one knee and say bro you don’t know, how much I love you so. Then Chelsie tells me its time to go home, but don’t be afraid because your not alone. As a tear ran down her face, she tells me live your life and have not a minute to waste. I grab her hand and said I'll see you again, we will be together again in the end. As I walk away she gives me a wink, and then just like that they were gone in a blink!"!" [filed under spiritual/religious, as well as being LoAP’s “Poem of the Day” for 12/1/06]
Leaving aside whether or not the event which this poem describes is to be taken literally, i.e. is based on the writer's actual experience (as opposed to something feigned or imagined), the bringing of lost loved ones as ghosts or spirit people to communicate with the living, it ought be pointed out, is one trick that a ghost sorcerer might utilize to secure the trust and confidence of the intended dupe. It is an expensive sort of trick (involving real spirit people), yet a possibly very effective one to get an intended dupe to think the ghost sorcerer is God or from God, which, for his own purposes, has its obvious advantages. Yet do or could not loved ones return "from beyond" to comfort, console or warn the living? Certainly there are historically numerous accounts of such things happening. But even if allowed and considered legitimate, I would have to think these are the rare exceptions, and that in the vast majority of instances the spirit person visiting is really someone quite other than that whom the person takes them to be. In any case, a skeptical approach is easily and far and away a more safe and prudent one to take in the event of such occurrences or visitations.
In Christianiaty death is not only an accepted necessity, but is seen as a freely chosen duty. Somehow by dying to ourselves for someone else we save them. (Someone now might ask "But why would you want to do that?")
How can one choose death or accept it as a duty or pledge? One way is by expecting it as an inevitable; yet an inevitable which we challenge, and for some perhaps even mock. And yet how could they do this? Because they know of someone or something greater than death. Now my question for you then is this -- can you honestly say you know him? That you know her?
We Hold These Truths
Just out of curiosity, I thought I would have a look and determine if there was something of the same thing to be seen back then. By applying a modern context and allowing for some small rewording or very slight amendment, who today might the subject of this text bring to mind?
"He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
"For protecting them [his armed employees], by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
"For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
"For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
"For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury...
"For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
"For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments...
"He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
"He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands..."
No matter how many times I most cogently and lucidly demonstrate to him what a fool he's been most of his life, he never ceases to pride himself on being able to trick and deceive all these many ignorant and childish people down through the years.
Originally he had wanted to be interesting and attractive, and these as a means of getting attention which presumably he was somehow denied, perhaps as a child. At some point some mysterious persons told him that if he had phenomenal power and wealth then people would think he was very interesting. Only the thing was he would have to do the wrong thing. By the same token if he tried doing the right thing they would have to make it painful for him; seeing how he would be harboring pretensions to righteousness. You know the rest. He obtained power and money beyond his dreams yet these did not significantly increase his ability to be interesting. And yet he never stopped insistently stipulating that he was somehow interesting, indeed very interesting. This created a most intolerable situation because when he made his movies, and despite media hype and manipulative propaganda to the contrary, no one really wanted to see them. The next obvious course was to force himself on people, and in this way prove and make clear to everyone that he was after all interesting. He is supposed to be be interesting. He gets to be interesting. Then we told him "You're so interesting, go mind your own business!" But he will not, to this day, do this. Naturally you might ask, am I talking about a regular person or a ghost? Both actually, because this is how a person becomes one of these bigshot ghosts or else, as they are improperly known "gods."
There is this very mistaken, or at least much misunderstood, idea that there are certain spirit people who need to or must always attack, maim, rape, murder, etc. If this is true, it is only true of the ones with big money enough to purchase such luxuries.
Blog, wiki, googoo, yahoo -- now you're talking my kinda language!
Here, (once more) briefly, are some of the primary dangers posed by allowing spirit people to intermingle in regular human society, and which methods, as a practical matter, are currently accepted practice.
a) They can become a powerful voice against reason, and set themselves up in the minds of some people as an authority superior to and above reason. Further, if they can get people to accept them as authority, they can drastically lower public morals and undermine people's trust of one another (i.e. divide and conquer); even to the extent of persuading otherwise harmless, ordinary people to real or very serious evil.
b)They can join forces with regular criminals, and by means of certain special powers and abilities they possess establish a potentially invulnerable crime organization and whose activities might involve atrocities such and as bad as serial killings.
That then all manner of other evils in a given infested society might follow and or multiply as a result of permitting both or one of the above to go on is not at all that difficult to see or predict.
Once more I will try to sum up the matter to the point and as succinctly as possible. If you ever encounter any kind of spirit person or other worldly being who comes to you putting on airs of authority; or who you feel is in any way forcing themselves on you, no matter who they are or appear to be -- shoot first and ask questions afterward. "But what about angels such as the Bible speaks of?" Leave that to history. I have dealt with, spoken with, and encountered all kinds of spirit people, and yet not one whom you could rightly describe as virtuous. If you don't see so immediately, when you get to looking more closely there is always any number of things wrong with these people; and even though they might appear to you in a burst of immaculate and radiant white light. And you can mostly forget the distinctions of Heaven and Hell when it comes to palpably manifesting spirit people because it's all basically the same group. This is not say there are not or cannot be good spirit people only such are not going to put on airs with you, and you are not likely to see them anyway because of the long time infestation of bad ones which pollutes the moral atmosphere for everyone.
A: Look, there is no possible reason that you or anyone needs to run brain torture radios on others in order so that you can live your own life!
MWAF: You say that but these people tell me otherwise.
A: [hands him a picture] Who's in this picture? Do you recognize him?
MWAF: Yes, I do. It's Mr. Magoo.
A: O.K. Now what is Mr. Magoo's problem? [pause] His problem is he doesn't see straight and can't tell what's going on in reality. You have no right making a living by running brain torture radios -- not now, not ever! It doesn't make any sense!
Anyone who thinks that by this time the Bible should only be taken as some fanatical literature, should go re-read the story of David and Absalom in 2 Samuel. You can find no higher drama anywhere, including Shakespeare.
"What! No face at all?!"
Well, as far as I could learn, there are two ears, some hair, and maybe a bit of an eye and mouth. But that would be about the best I could say.
In some American "information" films of World War II, such as Frank Capra's "Why We Fight," it is shown how in America children are allowed to be children, while their Axis counterparts, on the other hand, are brought up almost immediately for war and serving the fascist social order. What is perhaps misunderstood about this line or message is that in conscientiously protecting children's right to their childhood we don't merely show our caring for children and childhood themselves, but we also help to preserve and maintain the healthy child in adults, and this in turn, arguably, makes for a more peaceful and harmonious world.
The Astrologer's Prediction; or the Fate of the Maniac
(Here's another one of those judge-for-yourself sort of things.) Now if he did as many things and as bad as that, wouldn't you, if you were a wagering person, be willing to bet money that he will soooner or later come to a hair-raising reward for his many and unspeakable crimes?
(And how's this for a formal imprecation.)
The Man Without a Face*? Inhuman beyond belief! He makes your skin crawl; gives you the creeps; sends shivers up and down your spine; causes you gooses bumps; gives you the heebee jeebees -- and make your hair stand on end! Horrifying beyond belief!
* i.e. The one paying for and or otherwise in charge of running these radios.
All pain converges on you, my spirit people oppressors (and perhaps the "man without a face" as well), in the greater mystery of things. All else are forgiven and or wished well. Why not you? Because you won't mind your own business. And if I am not in a position to say such a thing, what on earth are you bothering me for in the first place?
When she tried to use a wrench as a spoon, of all the things the wrench proved useless!
All value is context. All context is will.
You can will others good or you can wish them bad. Whether or not you wish them bad or good depends on whether you love them. Whether or not you love them depends on whether you are at heart an honest and sincere person. For what is loves that continually, lies dissembles and betrays? Yes, you can fool people for a while but time always will end up uncovering such things.
As earlier mentioned, it is not at all impossible that the bigshot troublemakers (as I so termed them) of recent years get their wealth and power from listening to spirit people; and not only this, but these same spirit people may not only be very like, but indeed the very same spirit people that coached and sponsored the very worst monsters and criminals of past eras. These troublemakers themselves have more than enough experience with these spirit people to know how bad they can be; how much more appalling then is it that, even if the possibility is only a remote one (i.e. that these spirit people are the same as say those who helped bring about World War II), how can they still go on listening to such persons as if it didn't matter? Not helping is that many of these same bigshot trouble makers are in key positions of management and leadership while having important say in what goes on in both the government and mass media culture.
Yes, those same people who are so utterly feared and dreaded would be laughing-stocks if they were brought out for the public to see and be talked about. But that's just it -- it isn't allowed!
"That's your master's Heaven?" I asked incredulously, and this, of course, after all the horrifying and extended grief and sorrow they had caused. From that point, it seemed that about best advice I could offer this sorcerer was for him to go back to Dr. Frankenstein and get a refund.
Granted we are still in the esoteric stage, but I have not the least doubt it is merely a matter of time before these teachings reach fruition and come into their own; certainly a darn sight better than demonism and hooliganism, you can be rest assured of that.
Oh Ben, Oh Ben, O-Bi-Won, OBi-Won, Oh Ben, Oh Ben, Obi, Obi, Obi, Obi-Won, Oh Ben, Oh Ben, Obi-Won, Oh Ben
With any number of variations possible. Try it yourself!
In retrospect, a note of explanation. The Legion of Turpin and the Order of Chandu are, as I see them, basically the same ball of wax inasmuch as they are fraternal emanations of the same powerful unity which itself exists as an exhalation of that unity of all unities. In other words, "Oh Ben Kenobi, Mind Your Own Business."
KNOW then your own TRUE spiritual heritage Seattle, and don't be taken by out-of-town flim-flam artists! Speaking of which these characters went and did all these crazy things without even bothering to confer with the Swami first; which only goes to show, it seems to me, what you are dealing with.
In who or what does he place his hope? In spirit people. And what, from his own experience, does he know these spirit people to spend the vast majority of their time and energy doing? Why bothering, annoying or tormenting people. No less strange, under their instruction, he goes through life living in complete or almost complete anonymity. In actual point of fact, I have been told he has had so much plastic surgery done on him he that hardly looks anything like what he originally did; hence some people's seeing fit to call him "the man without a face."
Even though suburb raised
or city dwelt,
there always use to be farms.
Then something happened,
and they went into a machine.
There's a place for us,
or there isn't.
That's just how those things are:
hounded and stalked
by a toxic waste site.
sweetness and light.
He is known by many names; not a few of which I have called him myself. But let's see so far what have been some of them: King Oaf, Hooligan the Great, Megalomania XIII, Zombo, Lord Doink, Monster Maker.
When you think of what the public has been clamoring for in recent decades, things like Star Wars, Stephen Spielberg movies, Reality television, morgue television shows, serial killer/cannibal movies, witchcraft programs for children, the Da Vinci Code, etc. etc. These same people who forbid fair and free competition while putting garbage like this out (though granted the first, and maybe second, Stars Wars movie was passable-all right) -- what a bunch of sleazy assholes, don't you think? (You more gentle reader types, will pardon my language I hope, as I think in this instance the use is very much on point and justified.)
Oh yes, and by the way, should you perhaps find yourself stressed out this holiday season, find time to listen to Sun Ra's "Batman and Robin" album (one the earlier "Recommendations of the Week"). I find it very good for that sort of thing.
The Legion of Turpin
"And He was asking him, 'What is your name?' And he said to Him, 'My name is Legion; for we are many.'" ~ Mark 5:9
For those who perhaps don’t much care for my ideas of religion, they might try this approach. Say "By the very power of Chandu, I command you, etc. etc.'*; or else try “demonistic belief, denmonistic belief, I believe demonistic belief (it's beyond belief),” over and over in a mad, raving sort of way, preferably with eyes crossed, and I guarantee you’ll feel like a million bucks. (Besides, if it wasn’t for violence, scare tactics, and magic tricks, what would you really care about those people anyway? After all, and as we have said before, it’s a big infinite.)
* While not forgetting, as we have also observed, the universal li principle, i.e., so to speak, the ideality of all existence.