Star Date: 16•2•2026

 

When you know it's going to boom the anticipation of the nothingness and everything happening at the same time, the place in between, where the scales are even.

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Death looked out the window towards the north and thought to herself, "it's that season to clean the windows well, all scraps and dust make sure it's picked up," so all is clear as she looks through. She stared through the glass and Life looked back, golden sparks here and there, a flash of amethyst, green and royal blue dance in the air.

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Looking around I see people clinging to ways that don't work in fear of exclusion seemingly oblivious of the harm they are doing to themselves and others. The new fad of the day is women thinking they will lose their right to vote because because some people 'cant get proper identification (brought to you by the Patriot Act under the false guise that the 9/11 terrorists used fake ID's, they didn't, they've used their id's in propaganda videos, completely oblivious to the actual state of the State...just as long as they can kill their babies then everything is fine...zero self reflection. The women of the retarded left yelling be kind, affirming self delusion for all, while men are torturing women in prisons, because, "be kind", women no longer allowed a sacred space, our civil right removed, for everyone...zero self reflection.  

The reality that we live in a world filled with the most evil and vile humans is a great distress to bare. When you live in a world where the nets can connect us all over the world and we do it in one language, and most of it is garbled babble.

We also live in a world where some one made a machine that can machine its self. We are at a moment in time, where we can fathom any kind of future, if programed well and thoughtfully. 

Where do you want to be in 1000 years?

…2000 years?

3?

What is time?

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

When you know history and not just study it, Mark Antony and Cleopatra were just the other day, you sat at the feet of the great philosophers who could have imagined a world like ours, but had heard of a world not like there's. 

6 Horses

 

What’s the significance of a new moon?

What’s the significance of 17?

Is there significance to the fire horse?

Given enough time everything becomes significant. 

Nothing is random. 

Everything comes from somewhere 

Object destination. 

She’ll be comin round the mountain when she comes

She’ll be comin round the mountain when she comes

She be riding six white horses 

She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes.

L & O

 

Today is the beginning of the future. Everything is so strange.

Hindsight, then add in the now and you might have foresight.

Our world is run by the most vile scum, has it always been this way? 

I say, 'erase the state' and in truth I honestly don't know if there are enough trees for the job. 

My Father is a ‘Law and Order’ kind of man, word salads need not apply, he wrote the contract. As we watch the daily goings on of the regular ordinary to those that think they are extraordinary, the humble and the pride, the crooks and the con men and the worst of the worst, ill chose judges that put rapers and the sick of mind on the street, to harass and infect…and the ones that let it be. We watch and we See.

Truth be told if real justice came about so many would go down it would blow the system. They won’t pay for their crimes on earth, not for what they have really done.

Imagine a spectrum of people has been mapped out, and the bad guys have jammers, electronic warfare, most names redacted, till they aren’t.

Erase the State

A Pondering of Life

 

A pondering of life

Right around Christmas my Godmother passed, joining my Godfather, silver and gold, dancing in heaven, together again. Her celebration of life was the other day and we couldn't attend, the weather was coming in. The time came and I took my communicator and connected to a link pre-sent and then I cast the live event on to the main screen so everyone in the room could see the same mix and mingle of familiar people. There they all were hugging and shaking hands, sometimes kisses on a cheek or two, in a little Catholic Church, needing much work and also doing much. There they were Barbados, the church has windows on each side of the alter looking out to the west coasts sea. When I was there last I watched a sail boat glide on the even surface as I listened to the sing song of the Barbadian accent around me, with Nat King Cole singing L.O.V.E. in the back ground, not a worry of the cameras all around us so someone somewhere else that couldn't make it to the small island could watch a different event at a different time, enshrined in a cloud. 

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I was 15 and wild, visiting my Godparents in Barbados was a normal thing when we moved back to the States. One of the perks of my father's job was free air fare, always a nice way to go. One night we were up in the T.V. room and Aunt Maureen had her stories on, 'As The World Turns' the 1967 years as it was pulsed to the television through electric cords and cable wires, we girls were painting our nails. I chose a bright red and when I had finished she had me remove the colour and pick a pink, "You aren't old enough to wear red yet." I still wanted red painted nails but I understood the ways.

She was so ill for so long, lost in her mind, unable to escape the prions from folding. No one knows why this happens and how to stop it. My Godfather slept next to her until the day he died, until it was her turn. Their children, my cousins, cared for their mother and father as models of what to do. Now they move forward, wearing the pants and in charge of a legacy. 

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The common knowledge base of our ancestors is three generations unless they become infamous of famous, and even then it's often not lived. Now these days people film themselves and the system absorbs what it grabs. The energy to grab all the information formed in the system is not available at this time.

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To describe to the past what future land looks like is never what we See, but bits and pieces of past human behavior analyzed and criticized, repeated till one day it's not. 

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A pondering of life

 

Mercury in the System

 

The pilot sat in the cockpit, this aircraft wasn't a fly by wire but a complex machine and the hydraulics were out of sorts, the rudder, ailerons, and flaps weren't getting the message needed, luckily they were on the ground. The engineer popped his head into speak with the pilot, "Shut it all down, wait five minutes and then restart." Twenty minutes goes by, "Let's try shutting it down again." Another try or so and all systems were 'go'. 

...and off they flew into the icy air.

Why did the system reset properly after being shut down?

If you know an engineer that's problem solving there are two things with which you begin to solve said problem...

#1 "Is the machine plugged in?"

Two "Turn it off, wait a few, then turn it back on."

The third question is only asked by some

"Where is Mercury in the system?"

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

System reboot

Erase the State

Reconfigure 

I apologize ahead of time, you see, many don't See, they refuse. 

First there is a dream and then you build it. If your dream is family in a safe community and they come to you and yours and do their best to destroy your dream, what do you do to combat a situation like this non hyperbolic non hypothetical? Anyway...

It's the 6th of February, 2026 and word on the street is, "They can't get away with this anymore."-apply that broadly. 

I can imagine most leaders from most countries are glad the olympics are about to take place, a nice distraction from their pilfering ways. Here in the USA the Super Bowl is about to take place, a made up tradition to keep the masses of automatons informed about the important issues of the day, "What is the Budweiser beer commercial gonna be?" As they mindlessly forget their outrage from the tranny time before as they bent the knee to an idiotic mob machine. 

Identity received

I have a few minutes to say what I desire. When learning to communicate with someone from a different culture it can not be stressed enough to know all of someones history, so you know where not to step, sometimes let things ride, sometimes you learn their are places they will never give. What the machine can do is extrapolate future movements, it knows how to do this by knowing every piece of history, all of it, everyone's. It doesn't control the history, it knows it, now it can manipulate the future, I don't know who can land a plane like this, rudderless in the air, flaps not obeying the commands of the operator, add in some gremlins in the machine and old ghosts too. I'm thinking of plane rides of mine in the past, flying through and above the clouds, during an eclipse and over Christmas 

Travel Distances

 

Travel through time not distance

d Δ x & y ע

Evil Hates Life

 

A drifting draft drudged from the past.

The American Medical Association has decided that sex surgeries on children maybe might be wrong because a doctor lost a law suit brought by a woman that had her breasts surgically removed when she was sixteen so to affirm a sociological pathogen that she could become a male, sort of, not really. ‘They’ tell females they could take testosterone and grow hair on their face, maybe close the vagina and move a tube or more, sew a phallus on wrapped in forearm skin removed skillfully and ‘bam! No more yes ma’am.’

I feel a shudder under toe the lighting has just begun. 

Rhetorical question, how many people made excuses for this evil?

Nothing ever happens, until it does.