Month: May 2015

I’m looking this thing in my mind’s eye, and I see an order coming down from Obama to put in place and test a plan to keep Texas in the Union; just as I see a plan coming down to manage unrest in the United States in the event of a catastrophic event, like a nuclear detonation or disease outbreak.  Maybe the generals grumble, but they are where they are because they carry out orders, and there is nothing illegal in these orders.

And on it goes.  Our best and brightest, those who have risen to the highest levels of their profession, continue to hand Obama plans to carry out anti-Constitutional acts.  They put their imprimatur’s on them.  They sign them.

As an ideal, all soldiers are citizen-soldiers.  They are citizens, first, and soldiers because of the value they place on our system of government.

The only thing I want to say here is that the two can separate.  What is right as a citizen–as someone with a family, with children, with grandchildren, with a church, with a community, with a love of nation–can conflict with following even legal orders.

I have said before and will say again that the military needs to have contingency plans just like Jade Helm for a reinstitution of Constitutional government, if some part of those who have been granted power choose to foster and attempt to implement policies which are manifestly illegal, immoral, and which have as their goal the consolidation of power by eliminating the power of the people–which is and always has been the primary goal of the power elites that use socialist rhetoric to further their personal ends.

I have been kind of watching this, trying to figure out what it is about.  Here is my conclusion: it is mission preparation for invading Texas in the event it secedes.  They have talked about it repeatedly, and they are not the only ones.

This particular exercise is not intended to impose martial law at this point, but, much more subtly, to season everyone–civilian, federal agent, and soldier alike–to get used to the idea of using U.S. military on U.S. soil against U.S. citizens, in direct violation of over 100 years of U.S. history and the letter and spirit of the Posse Comitatus Law, which was created in the after-math of the Civil War.

There is nothing new about the U.S. government invading unruly States. 650,000 or so dead and countless ruined lives are testament to that.  What is new in the modern era is trying to condition soldiers and Federal agents to effectively reject the notion that they joined up to protect justice and freedom–the American Way–and instead learn to trust those who whisper in their ears about sedition and treason, and “anti-Americanism”.  They have been hearing since Obama took office about spies and saboteurs and traitors, radicals, wild-eyed loonies, and conspiracy nuts.  Some may even be stupid enough to believe that opponents of Obama are racists.

Anything you do repeatedly you condition yourself to.  I read the plan is to make this thing an annual event: http://www.globalresearch.ca/jade-helm-15-police-state-usa-the-end-of-posse-comitatus/5445821

Can you think of a better way to stay in practice to pull Texas back into the grasp of the Federal Government than to invade it annually?  And they state openly the focus is Texas:

Texas is the main bulk of the activity. We are spread from east to west, north to south, throughout the state of Texas. 

If I were Texas, I would tell them to go fuck themselves.  I would get some good lawyers on it, and do everything within my power, within the limits of the law, to make the going as hard as possible.  They may like that, but that is about all that can be done without firing a shot.  And that day may come.

And the American military has never had mass defections, but I wonder how corrupt it has become?  Will soldiers follow orders simply because they are given by a superior officer?  The President is the Commander in Chief, because he has the PRIMARY responsibility for defending the Constitution, and needs access to force at times to do it.  But to the extent he violates the Constitution, no order he gives is lawful, and no unlawful order can be followed by any professional soldier.  Only legal orders are to be followed.

But what if he stays within the letter of the law, while being patently abusive?  Well, we will likely not be free forever.  We will only stay free if the people who need to do hard thinking have the commitment and integrity to actually do it.

And I would ask openly: what overseas mission set could this POSSIBLY be for?  The practice exercises use the FBI, DEA, DHS (who he does not name explicitly, and who can be assumed to be the lead Federal agency involved), who do not exist overseas.

How could this be a plan to invade Iran?  We have no chance at blending into the civilian population in large numbers over there. Ukraine?  Are we planning a war with Russia?

The whole fucking thing does not add up, and the SpecOp folks involved in this need to do some serious soul searching and ask whose fucking side they are on.  I’m not sure what the opposite of De Oppresso Liber is, but it seems it is becoming the de facto motto.

That is my two cents.

In addition to my Kum Nye practice, which conjures feelings, I will sometimes lay in bed and try to contact parts of me which are dormant.  As I mentioned, it came to me yesterday to address specific parts of me frozen in moments in the distant past.

Many moments in life have strong feeling tones, which we have long forgotten, but which reside somewhere in our memory.  The first time you went to the circus, perhaps; or the first time (and only time, for many) you saw Bambi (does it perhaps say something about our culture that this movie and Old Yeller have largely disappeared, or seem to me to have?).  The feeling is very specific, and even if it is similar to other such emotions, calling it say “excitement”, or “sadness” is akin to treating all shades of red and blue the same.  This is imprecise, and unhealthy.

Last night I was dreaming I was playing soldier as a child, with imaginary guns.  We used to do that, both with our hands as guns, and later toy guns, and pine cones as grenades.  There was considerable negotiation and argument as to who shot who first.

As I interacted with that boy this morning, there was an underlying sadness, which I entered into as deeply and as specifically as I could.  I entered into “that”.  He played at being a soldier because he was afraid.  Guns empower you; violence empowers you.  At least you are shooting back, versus cowering and waiting to die.

And although all this likely sounds hokey and absurd to people unused to this sort of work, I am “talking” with all these newly discovered parts of me and encouraging them to share their experiences with me, everything, without hesitation.

One of the reasons I infer I was traumatized as a baby is that I will often wake up verbalizing like a baby, just saying nonsense syllables over and over.  My operating hypothesis is that I must have been babbling in the night and my mother, who was presumably very tired of waking up to care for me, came in and screamed at me to shut up.  The process was interrupted, and I started shaking.

That part is incomplete, unfed. And I think many people have things like this in them: they just don’t take the time and make the effort to do this very difficult work. So this morning I imagined holding that baby in my arms, and telling it is was safe, until it started cooing like a happy baby, and some sounds came out again, which I allowed, while pendulating my head back and forth, which I have read helps in neurological processing.  There are many emotional upsets in me, but this is where the shaking comes from.  I am sure of that.  We will see what happens.

And I will finish this post by referencing the notion of rooms.  It has since been eclipsed by many horror films, but back in the day The Shining was quite scary.  One of the oppressive things, to me, about the hotel was the many rooms, and you never knew what lay behind each door, what history, what horrors.

I would submit that in large measure our psyches are like hotels, with many rooms, and behind many doors there is a static scene that is lost to conscious awareness.  We both have to learn to interact with these scenes with our conscious awareness, and animate them, bring them to life; and to get all the scenes to interact with one another.  They are all parts of us.  This is how flow throughout the whole self is facilitated.

I suspect Jack Nicholson has many unopened doors.

I had a rough morning this morning.  Tons of feelings were flooding me.  I was feeling depressed and dispirited.  Somewhere in there I felt a radio communication come through (not literally, folks: I don’t need to be medicated, and am not sure I would want to even if I did) from my younger self, on behalf of all my younger selves, and felt happy.

I have been traumatized many times.  I was traumatized as a baby, as a toddler, as a youngster, as a pre-adolescent and as a teenager.  There are specific events and emotional states I associate with all of them.  I went through an consciously contacted all these “selves”, which had lived in relative isolation from my conscious awareness, and from each other, until I opened up communication.  I told them to communicate any feelings they have, any time.

And damned if I did not get a few weird moments of feeling things I felt when I was, say, ten, and had completely suppressed.  It is an odd sense, meeting old feelings anew.

This is a very Kum Nye approach: opening feelings, expanding them, and welcoming them with interest, kindness, and curiosity, no matter their content.

And this afternoon I was feeling good, and got to thinking: there is a parallelism between rejecting bad emotions and clinging to good ones.  There is a morphological quality of holding which itself prevents the self organization of the system on a deeper level, and following qualitative adaptation.

If you neither seek to force the emotion of happiness, nor to avoid the emotions, say, of fear and loneliness and sadness and grief, something deeper takes hold.  This is in my mind unquestionably at least one of the things Buddhists aim at with the creed of non-attachment.

What I think many fail to grasp is that at root the sense of the spiritual is exactly that: a sense.  A feeling, a refined emotion, one which we cannot get if we react to the superficial, outward emotions.  You must be calm.

All of this is me articulating in slightly different words what I am being taught in my Kum Nye lessons.  I really think anyone who is not feeling bliss 24/7 would benefit from taking up this very nourishing practice.  I have preached this often–and convinced one person to do it briefly–but have otherwise failed completely as far as I can tell.  But self evidently, I am not driven by a need to manifest success, nor a compulsion to avoid failure. I am driven to learn and explore.  This is merely where I communicate what I think I’ve learned.

There are large problems with land temperature measurement.  You have the heat island effects, and the logistical problems of locating thermometers around the North and South Poles.  In my understanding, NOAA simply GUESSES those temperatures, based on their models, and they then use those models as data.

But we have two very simple and very reliable places we can look to see if global warming is really happening: the polar ice caps, whose maximum and minimum ice extents can readily be measured; and more importantly, the temperatures in the stratosphere, which we can get very reliably from satellites, and which suffer none of the complicating effects of land temperature measurement.  The atmosphere is reasonably well mixed at that height, in my understanding, and the amount of air movement is much less.

Some basic physics may be in order.  The postulate of the Warmist Cult is that human-produced CO2 emissions will rise into the upper atmosphere–the stratosphere–and remain there for a very long time. CO2 is present at ground level, but has very little effect relative to water vapor.  CO2 only absorbs about ten percent of the infrared, radiant spectrum, whereas water absorbs most of it.

Let me repeat that: CO2 only absorbs AT MOST 10% of the radiant energy being released by the Earth.

At the frequencies where it operates, it is fully saturated.  No energy leaving Earth in, say, the 13-15 micron bandwidth, makes it to space.  This has been the case for some time. Everyone who is familiar with the science knows this.

The Global Warming Conjecture is based on the notion that as stratospheric CO2 concentrations increase, the altitude at which the energy is fully absorbed will continue to decrease.  Higher temperatures will slowly creep down.  On the face of it, this is not a farcical proposition.

Here is the issue, though: the air in the stratosphere is very, very thin.  No conventional airplane could operate up there.  This means that to have an effect on the lower atmosphere, a LOT of warming has to be happening–in my understanding, roughly 3x the warming we can actually observe with highly reliable satellite data.  One could in fact make the case that to the extent CO2 induced forcing is happening, it can be seen real-time in stratospheric temperature data.

Since this warming is a necessary postulate of the models, and since it cannot be observed, the models are clearly ipso facto falsified, and the high priests must KNOW THIS.

Here is what I think is actually happening: they have all the usual fears, of overpopulation, species extinctions, running out of food, ruining the environment in a broad sense, and they want a global government to, as they see it, implement “sensible” policies.  Humans have too much freedom.

And they have the long term propaganda success of Global Warming to use.  It is a highly complex situation, within which every weather event can be used as evidence for the ignorant, and thus very suitable to the purpose.  They rationalize their lies by saying it is for the higher good, that humans are too stupid to be allowed to continue as they have.

It is an elitist mind-set, and a very old one.  The notion of being saved by one’s betters has been used to justify a large segment of the world’s tyrannies throughout human history.  That the entire project is founded on a lie shows the lack of moral compass or vision on the part of those perpetrating it.

I think one of my principal talents–a singular and unintentional gift from my childhood–is seeing what is in front of me. This is quite uncommon.  Most people unconsciously substitute what they think OUGHT to be there for what in fact is there.  As I’ve likely mentioned, one of my favorite line from any movie is the line when George Banks sings his “it’s grand to be me” song, then reaches to touch his childrens heads, and asks “Dear, where are the children?”  “They’re not here, dear.” “But of course they are.  Where else would they be?”

As some will recall, the 1% Doctrine was the decision making heuristic that if there was any doubt–a 1% doubt, to be exact–there was no doubt.  If someone MIGHT get nukes, they had to be treated as if it were a certainty.  This in no small measure is why we invaded Iraq.  He was clearly going to get them at some point.

But can we wonder, given all this fear about nuclear attack, why we spent $2 trillion or more on wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and elsewhere, but have not spent $2 billion to harden our energy grid?

Be that as it may, can we not posit that if there is a 1% chance the Bush Administration in some form was involved in 9/11, that we must launch an investigation?

Two things stand out to me as obvious: 1) explosives were used, beyond any doubt.  Literal and unmistakable fragments are everywhere.  2) this fact was covered up by the investigation: intentionally or not can be debated.  I prefer what I call the cowardice hypothesis, but it may not be the best one.

Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth is doing really good work.  Their three main board members are all AIA registered architects, two of them with a good amount of experience in high rises. They have rented a large and I think prominent booth at the upcoming national AIA convention, where an initiative to take an official stand on 9/11 will be voted on.  They will presumably fail this go-round, but I think simply seeing fellow architects in suits, who are plainly not crazy, and who are committed to the cause, is going to have an effect over time, since the facts are plainly on their side.  This is in my view undisputable.  Anyone who argues otherwise is arguing from what they ASSUME the facts are.  Assumptions make everyone  dumb, sooner or later.

I give them $25/month.  It’s not much, but this battle will go on over the long haul. I would encourage you to support them as well.

If I am correct that we need a smidgeon of horror in our lives, then the emergence of zombies as a cultural thing would make sense.  They are animated rotting corpses who eat human beings, preferably their brains.

It is interesting to ponder the fact that most modern Americans have never killed anything larger than a spider.  They do not share the experience of Americans 100 years ago, when more people lived on farms than not, and where wringing a chickens neck–or cutting its head off–or slaughtering and butchering a pig were ordinary events.  I don’t know the statistics, but it seems likely that hunting and fishing are largely confined to rural communities, although I do know a number of people around here who do both.

Killing feeds the gut energy I keep obsessing about.  It brings, I think (and I am my own statistic: I’ve killed a few fish, but many years ago, and that’s it), a connection with the serious side of life.  Do flippant people cut pigs into pieces, and make sausage with the intestinal casing?  I don’t think so.  There must be a certain horror to it, which one gets used to.

It is a bad thing, I think, that we have outsourced all our killing to professionals.  There is a meat packing plant–a slaughterhouse–I drive by sometimes, and see the people who work there outside, smoking, with their protective hair nets on, and I wonder if they dream of knives and chainsaws and blood. I suspect many do.   It is too much.  This is far beyond going out back to grab a chicken for supper.

And I have been pondering the ways that we engineer horror in some amount into our ordinary lives.  Immediately, I thought of the Tibetan Sky Burials.  This video shows it quite graphically: http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=666_1414847845

It is described here: http://people.howstuffworks.com/culture-traditions/cultural-traditions/sky-burial.htm

It is not uncommon for serial killers to dismember the bodies of those they kill.  Here, it is done to the bodies of loved ones.  And they don’t stop at dismembering: they flay the skin from bone, and crush the bones.

By all accounts, Tibetans are calm, cheerful, peaceful people–or were until the bastards from China colonized them to build a larger neo-Capitalist Empire.

But they do this.  Tantric practices include drinking from cups made of human skulls, and keeping human bones as relics.

Horror, accepted, internalized, grants peace.  This is perhaps the solution to the puzzle.

Within my Kum Nye practice, they are speaking of our “dark side”–which seemingly needed Jung to point it out, since we were quite content to identify fully with the parts we like about ourselves–as holding.  It is held energy, unreleased energy.  Released, it is no longer dark.  The task is to carefully, painstakingly, search out these areas, and grant them water.

And me being me, and getting obsessed from time to time with things, it occurs to me that the precise function of the unmyelinated vagus nerve is suppression, down-regulation, holding. Taken to its full extreme, it will pull you out of your body entirely, with many people reporting, in the moments before they think they will die, something like an out of body experience.  Short of that, it will paralyze you.  It is a primitive survival circuit.  It is like being taken over by some primitive creature which has somehow survived within us.

I will wonder aloud if some technology can be invented for measuring tension in this circuit, which would allow some sort of biofeedback to be developed to release it.  I know that Heartrate Variability is related to vagus nerve function, but I think it is the myelinated one.  I will admit ignorance on this.

I’m listening to Lyle Lovett’s North Dakota, and it is bringing up powerful memories of doing the Hoffman Process. I don’t recall if I mentioned this, but I spent two days after we finished listening to evocative music on their most-excellent stereo system.  This song in particular, a lot.  I anchored it, it seems.

I am a man with skull flags on both sides of my bed, and it occurred to me that love is an extraordinarily destructive force.  It confronts us with the fact that most of us live half lives, that we exist as shadows.  It calls out the inauthenticities and lies we tell ourselves.  It refuses us the illusory shelters of complacency and perpetual distraction.  It, too, is a sword.

May we all die tomorrow of this sword.  It is past time.  Its presence is quite welcome.  There is light behind that shell you and I live in.  Our shelter is our cage, and must be destroyed.

Could I posit that evil people–let us call them sadistic sociopaths–associate fear and pain with the sense of “home”, that we all need a home, and that their cruelty is rooted in a deep psychological need for it?  Of course: I just did posit it.  Turns out you can posit anything.

Home is an instinct.  It must be.  Geese flock together, and people need places they feel safe.  Safety and social connection are the core elements in a healthy home, and not coincidentally the two emotions absent from people who have endured psychological trauma.  If you do not feel safe anywhere, you have no home. If you cannot rest, you have no home.

As I heal–and I think I’ve mentioned this–I am feeling more and more keenly the importance of my emotional connection with the physical space I live in, how orderly it is, how connected I feel with its contents, and look and feel.  Women do this naturally because they are naturally more connected with their emotions and a sense of flow than men are.

And I got to thinking about the early Buddhist wandering mendicants, who roamed from village to village with a small rice bowl, which if they were lucky they might fill twice before noon rolled around and it was time to fast.  Were they homeless?  No.  They “took refuge” in their practice.  They lived in their practice.  A routine can be a sort of home. It can bring with it a sense of safety and connection and known-ness.  I feel this.

We call people on certain paths “lost souls”.  Why are they lost?  They cannot find a way home.  There are many songs about this.  It is common.  What does a religious conversion do?  It gives you a new home, and you are no longer lost.  Religio means bound, but could we not also say “held”?  Contained?  Sheltered?  Located?  Surrounded by the like-minded/like-practicing?  Do you not have a seat at the circle of that communities life?  We do not need religion, in my view, but we categorically need the feelings which they produce.

We are so fucking primitive.  So much more is possible.

Songs, because:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a2o5ykaPwc  Blind Faith “Can’t find my way home”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmCRnRTUl6U Hank Williams “Lost Highway”