Them: Chorus of Flying Monkeys and Power Worshipping Apologetics
Normalizing: “It’s called discipline, and we all turned out just fine.”
Reframing: “It’s an ‘Adverse Childhood Experience’.” (And there’s a drug for that.)
Repression: “I just don’t see what good it does to dwell on it. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.” (And let’s have another cocktail!)
Dissociation: “Can you believe this horrific Xcharacter on the news?!” (X=but is not limited to: Jeffrey Epstein, Jimmy Savile, Harvey Weinstein, Charles Manson, and I won’t bore y’all with even a partial list, cause it goes on . . . And bloody on, and on.)
I couldn’t agree more with Max Igan when he repeats that losing our life skills is assuredly one of the most serious vulnerabilities of modern civilization.
Of course, I can’t agree with his ‘no private property’ stance, but that’s another post.
Igan’s outlook reminds me when I was first introduced to the theory of Spiral Dynamics, when my fellow students (mostly middle-aged women of a relatively superior income class) immediately ‘recognized’ themselves in the ‘highly evolved’ stage of ‘Turquoise’. Big surprise.
I was far too polite when I refrained from pointing out what was obvious to me even as a novice, having already been ploughing away on the wee homestead by then for several years.
“Your Turquoise is built on a house of cards, Madame,” is what was obvious to me immediately, and which I longed to express. If it were built on a house of sand you’d be far safer, I’d then add.
Even my favorite synopsis of this social theory fails to highlight the significance of ‘Beige’ — the foundations of civilization.This stage is considered to be subsistence living, hand-to-mouth, barely advanced to basic tribal existence.
The theorist here, Don Beck, demonstrates respect, even some reverence to their ancient wisdom, but with the assumption, it seems obvious to me, that an evolved civilization has technological immunity to such bio-psycho-social devolution that would accompany this exceptional vulnerability of modern life.
You think butchering and gardening, farming and foraging are skills beneath you, Family Silicon Valley?
Or, in the tolerant, nostalgic age they are, at best, quaint lost skills to pine about and imitate in your Petri dishes? Ya’ll can’t possible recognize your feeble attempts bound to fail as you attempt to fit all of creation into your teensy-BIG Smart World?
Think again, former friends. Here are the real skills armies and resilient cultures are built on.
Me, a cheese-maker? Didn’t see that comin’!
Here’s your reality, Family Turquoise, if the grid goes down, you can’t survive, not even for a fortnight. Psychic breakdown would occur almost immediately, due to lack of any authentic earthly connections or spiritual foundations in your personal or family or community unit.
Then the true reality of your vulnerability would hit home for real. You have NO LIFE SKILLS, at all! Not spiritually, not physically, not emotionally.
Most Americans these days can’t even cook from scratch.This skill was lost in barely two generations.And what’s worse, they can’t even fathom what happens to the individual mind, let alone the family and in turn the collective consciousness, when faced head-on with annihilation.
The more ‘superior’ one calls themselves in the modern world is directly related to how vulnerable they really are.Perhaps that’s what the well-quoted Bible translation meant in claiming, “The meek shall inherit the earth.”
As a wise woman in an era of uncertainty, who are you going to put your confidence in—the wealthy CEO of Fiction, USA with a San Francisco loft worth a few million on paper—or the ‘poor’ man who can trap, shoot, butcher and even cook the meat for your table?
That the ‘A Class’ woman chooses poorly in this situation doesn’t surprise me at all considering our current state of affairs and the fact that of the many supporters as well as volumes discussing this social theory of Spiral Dynamics, I’ve yet to find one who gets the full nuance of Beige.
Modern folk just don’t want to go there.It’s like the old lyrics, “How ya gonna keep them down on the farm once they’ve seen gay Paris?” It’s hard work after all.
It’s not just whistling Dixie in your Tu-Tu, thanks anyway, Grandma.
Yeah, that’s Granny, the gorgeous one, 4th from the left.
So we get Soy-Boys who are good at sales, rather than competent men who can bring home the real bacon.The ‘elite-class’ calls this ‘evolution’.This is ‘spiritual’ advancement.
Why might they promote this among the plebs and their entertainers? Heaven knows!
If one isn’t capable of hurting a fly, then we’ve evolved to societal sainthood, according to these shysters. This is their Utopia.
As for the adult-children bolstering these Pied Pipers?How long shall the competent among a functional colony support them, I wonder?
When unpacking the role of the hustle in modern American life, it helps to start with some categories. So far, I’ve found three. There’s the GoodSort, the BadSort, and the AssSort.
I haven’t seen the latest film of that name, but it looks to be of the modern AssSort. This plot has never been done, I’m sure. Except constantly for the previous 50 years or so.
Here’s an old example of the AssSort: Social programming your parents and grandparents to never grow up.
Here’s an example of the BadSort: Another profitable small farm being fleeced to death by taxes and regulations.
And to end on an inspirational note, the GoodSort: Another angry woman taking serious and righteous action, to the very end, if need be.
I like the old adage: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”I think it’s true.I’ve actually said it before to Handy Hubby and it makes for a pretty effective guilting tool.
But there’s an equally true non-adage I think to be more fitting to most folks in this country currently:“All play and no work makes Jack a jackass.”
Don’t get me wrong please.I do know there’s plenty of fine folks working multiple meaningless jobs just to keep their family afloat.I’m not talking about them.I’m also not talking about those who are seriously mentally and physically suffering, because there’s plenty of those folks around, too.
But I do mean those of us who are in the majority, like me, relatively mildly mentally and physically suffering, still able to get up each day and do stuff.
Here’s my point.There are three main stages in life between birth and death as far as I can tell so far.It begins with Service to Self (infancy, childhood, adolescence), it moves to Service to Others (family, friends, community), and these stage are both motivated primarily by a ‘will to power’.Then, as the third and most crucial stage, we mature into Service to the Greater Good.
Bush’s answer to Americans when starting another insane war was: “Go shopping!” Hillary Clinton claimed: “We have a huge fun deficit in America.” They were appealing to Service to Self.
JFK’s famous quote, encouraging to his future Peace Corps volunteers for decades to come, was an appeal to Service to Others: “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”
This is where too many of us are getting stuck.And our rulers have designed it this way quite deliberately.
The coup d’état in slow motion we are witnessing unfold now at a rapidly increasing clip has been in the works for many generations.
“Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing.Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression.But in Huxley’s vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history.As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacity to think.”Neil Postman Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business (1985)
Instead of wisdom years filled with . . .well . . . wisdom, we’ve got Alzheimer’s and chronic fatigue, and a dozen and one other ailments of mind, body and spirit.
The middle aged and elderly, those still healthy enough to have a life, are devoting it to a retirement filled with meaningless pursuits—gambling, cruises, the Shopping Network, or latest sport, game or craft craze, looping right back into Service to Self or Service to Others, without ever maturing into the final, and by far most crucial, stage of life.
Without our wise elders we are doomed as a culture and a society.We don’t need them getting plastic surgery and posting their new faces and evening dining choices on social media.We need them learning from their mistakes, seeing reality through the lifetime of a mature adult, sharing their hardest lessons as well as their greatest gifts.We need them to realize it’s not a popularity contest anymore, to take off the masks once in a while, to call out the bullshit they see, to relentlessly speak truth to power, and truth to youth.
Retirement should not mean a decade or two of crossword puzzles and golf.Service to the Greater Good—that means greater than self and others. Not following orders, not following trends, following the highest calling of the divine Self—the vocation— the will to meaning. It’s not ‘do what you love and the money will come’ it’s ‘do what matters, beyond the money, beyond the need for approval.’
Without examples of this, with so few mature adults modeling this 3rd stage, what do we expect to happen?
Do most of us in middle age now have examples of wise elders in our lives?I have a few, but that’s only because I consistently seek them out.I’d say the majority don’t even know what a vocation is, they see the ‘o’ as an ‘a’.
In fact, a vocation is far more precious.It’s the secret garden where your skill, your joy, your wisdom, and the humble desire for a better future to leave behind, all magically coincide.It’s the sweet spot of life’s greatest magic that only you can offer.It’s the quilt, or the tapestry, or the garden, or the painting, rainbow, symphony—whatever metaphor suits you most— as the scene moves from seemingly random splotches of design and craft, to the point where the image takes shape at last, nearly ready for show and tell.
It’s your life as the willed ephemeral expression of the divine.
But so many are missing this, as it’s been systematically stolen and replaced by entertainment, endless material pursuits, silly vanity, diversions of the Order of Bread and Circus, that if I were a kid today I’d be saying: “Grow up, Grandpa!”
But . . . How did the magic bullet get ricocheted from the high rise to the grassy knoll, through the driver then the head and then Jackie stayed in sticky, bloody cloths all day? Have you ever tried that, even for like, half a day?
But . . . How did their passports just appear on the pavement of serious destruction, like serious fire and brimstone shyte, while the rest of the rubble was being shipped to China?
But . . . What’s up with building 7?
But . . . Who is John Galt?
I LIKE big BUTs, yo! You, no?!
2. You need us, Gilligan’s Island
So obvious already, right? If I need you and you need me and we need us and all this fuss, well, clearly we are a happy needy collective stuck together on a tiny island singing crappy songs that were shoved down our throats since childhood.
3. B-52s, everything they ever did. Own private Idaho, is your mind, what, I’m not your little girl? Limburger? WTF is she screaming that we called music and lyrics? That played in our malls and on our radios and now reinstalls itself in triplicate on my current rainbow filters, you assclowns! Induce psychosis, call this alternative music.
4. Back in Black Aka, Nihilism 3.0. Take the black pill, everything old is new again, we can dissect JFK until the cows come home in 2525.If man is still alive.
Nothing new under the sun, son.
Rock the crowhouse, casbah.
5. Trump
I met a girl, of about 7
Her grandfather loved to sit on her, and laugh
Her uncle loved to throw seaweed on her head, and laugh
There are two ways your ruler uses to control: Love or Fear
In the traditional view of masculine/feminine roles love was the mom’s job and fear was the dad’s.
We hear a lot of talk these days about ‘toxic masculinity’ and very little about ‘toxic femininity’. Why might this be?
“Boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails; Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” popular British nursery rhyme
In the 1960s the British Invasion was strategic cultural warfare “Her” way. But this ‘soft kill’ strategy goes way back and I seriously doubt it was the British who invented it.
It’s not out-right battle with bloodshed and causalities, resulting in clear enemies and much visible damage that then must be repaired at considerable expense.
Her–way warfare is done undercover, using mind weapons like manipulation, plausible deniability, gaslighting, strategic defense. It prefers enticement rather than open hostility, seduction rather than force. It is the land of triangulation, conspiracy, witchcraft, word salads, cryptic codes and cunning smiles.
This is how most war and conflict works today, this is why it’s relevant and why I care about it.
Feminine vs. masculine tactics can be defined as simply covert vs. overt. As the famous JFK quote goes: “For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system that has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations.”
He was speaking about Communism, a perfect example of a feminine worldview.
Nursery rhymes, day cares, music, movies, games, indoctrination camps calling themselves institutes of learning.
“If you want to beat your enemy just raise their children.” Chinese proverb
Michael Tsarion “The rise of Feminism is, as said, directly caused by this scenario. The devoured daughter must hide her pain, misery and hatred from herself. The truth about her envious, possessive, schizoid mother must be rationalized. So, to compensate for legitimate feelings of repulsion, a daughter entrains herself to see no evil in anything females think, do or create. It’s all good, and whatever evil there is comes from men. Most feminized women hold onto this fiction for dear life, and will not willingly relinquish it. There’s too much to lose by so doing. Living in the ashes as a half-self is better than facing the icy reproaches of a terrible mother.”
Weaponized protection. Mother’s gone, cannot protect juvenile as intended by nature.State takes over her job.It takes over the job to the tune of child/student as $$ and cares so very much about your child’s welfare they eventually install metal detectors and armed guards. Perfect!
Turn the home into a battleground and call it Liberation, Baby!
Did it work? If all this social engineering pushing a new feminine value system was meant for the good of the culture, the health of the family, the flourishing of the individual, then, it seems we would know them by their fruits.
I’m thinking that was/is not their intention at all.
Celebrated comedian Sarah Silverman clues us in on the state of the culture.
President Trump is the true trump card because he is a master manipulator. This is a skill that is highly prized in American culture—the gift and craft of the card sharks, the Players—we reward this brand of flinchless bluffing with high praise and big $$$.
We even give its own fun, fuzzy word, so it doesn’t sound like lying. Just bluffing.
Most of Trump’s lies are lies of omission. A perfect example would be his recent lie about this being a good year for farmers in America. For a select few corporate farmers this has indeed been a very good year. All you have to do is show a couple tall smiling types in cowboy hats on stage while presenting this Trumpspectacle and the public buys it. Sure, a miserable few know the whole truth, but the majority believe their eyes and ears and not their sense of reason, which is why this tactic works so well.
As long as a few are getting fabulously rich, it doesn’t matter what the hordes of losers think.
The truly clueless ones will play along each election and convince themselves, despite all odds, that the next guy will be different.
Losers we are indeed, according to the sociopaths running this asylum, because we’re not good at their Big Games, yet we keep coming back for more. Wouldn’t you be feeling bloated and boastful in their shoes? They keep winning, while we keep playing and after all—All’s fair in love and war, and it’s always about love and war. That sums up the entirety of modern life and politics right there.
We’ve got the great ‘lovers’ like Epstein on one side of the ring of distraction and division, and the great warmongers on the other. And what a match it is! Timeless, universal, griping dramatic strategy all around—we are indeed privileged in this country to have a front-row seat—just like George Carlin joked to laughing audiences for decades.
Isn’t it so funny?! They got us again, how about that! The little devils, how do they keep getting away with it?
Such a mystery! Whatever will they come up with next?!
Stay tuned . . . I’m sure the next gripping episode is right around the corner.
Our old paradigms of consciousness are shifting. More and more we have the courageous scientists stepping out of their consensus trance, and one of the biggest is certainly Nassim Haramein. I heard him first many years ago, and while he’s still way over my head, this interview helps to break down his theory to the lay audience.
While I can’t say how or why or if crystals work, or planets are hollow, or if the Fractal Systems Theory is the new Big Bang, I can agree on one fundamental aspect of the nature of the universe and of consciousness, and that is what the spiritualists once called ‘ether’ exists. We are ‘informing’ the universe and it us in return at every nano-second. I know this by studying nature, as did many of Haramein’s predecessors, like Viktor Shauburger and Nikola Tesla and Albert Einstein. You don’t have to be an actual renowned physicist, or a 19th century clairvoyant, you only have to start to recognize and appreciate the patterns of nature all around us. There is an organizing principle, a higher law, and to bring this all back down to earth, this is why censorship is a crime.
We absolutely need more powerful individuals like this Google insider gone whistleblower to clean out these violations of natural law.
The voice and will of the people is what creates our reality, at every layer.
“Much like the Gestapo’s power to render anyone an enemy of the state, the FBI has the power to label anyone a domestic terrorist. As part of the government’s so-called ongoing war on terror, the nation’s de facto secret police force has begun using the terms “anti-government,” “extremist” and “terrorist” interchangeably.
Moreover, the government continues to add to its growing list of characteristics that can be used to identify an individual (especially anyone who disagrees with the government) as a potential domestic terrorist. For instance, you might be a domestic terrorist in the eyes of the FBI (and its network of snitches) if you:
Much like the Gestapo infiltrated communities in order to spy on the German citizenry, the FBI routinely infiltrates political and religious groups, as well as businesses.”
Some day soon we will all have to draw our proverbial line in the sand. Laws must be universally applied, by rich and poor, by the powerful as the disenfranchised, and by the lawless as the law-abiding. If those making the laws don’t follow them, then we are all living a charade. And please, make no mistake about it, they want us living in a fantasy-based reality while they usurp the entire natural world.
This is exactly what the establishment is pawning and now what we the little folk have come to accept. The establishment ‘intellectuals’ tell us such ludicrous lies and blatant baloney, like we should accept Vampirism, and we shrug and say, “Ok, whatever you say!”
FYI: 1905 Webster Dictionary definition of Vampire—from Vampyr, an imaginary demon from Greek mythology and “the practice of extortion”. Get it yet?!
Your silence is your acceptance.
“How did the Gestapo become the terror of the Third Reich?
It did so by creating a sophisticated surveillance and law enforcement system that relied for its success on the cooperation of the military, the police, the intelligence community, neighborhood watchdogs, government workers for the post office and railroads, ordinary civil servants, and a nation of snitches inclined to report “rumors, deviant behavior, or even just loose talk.”
In other words, ordinary citizens working with government agents helped create the monster that became Nazi Germany.
This is not to say that they were unaware of the Holocaust; Johnson demonstrates that millions of Germans must have known at least some of the truth. But, he concludes, ‘‘a tacit Faustian bargain was struck between the regime and the citizenry.’’ The government looked the other way when petty crimes were being committed. Ordinary Germans looked the other way when Jews were being rounded up and murdered; they abetted one of the greatest crimes of the 20th century not through active collaboration but through passivity, denial and indifference.
Much like the German people, “we the people” have become passive, polarized, gullible, easily manipulated, and lacking in critical thinking skills. Distracted by entertainment spectacles, politics and screen devices, we too are complicit, silent partners in creating a police state similar to the terror practiced by former regimes.” JW
Passion is not chaos. Drama is not intimacy. Love is not Care.
I am not you. You are not we.
If you insist my blood, sweat and tears be used to line your pockets, then I will instead choose to fertilize the roses with them.
If you insist I choose your laws over my own well-being then I will break those laws by every means, hook or crook.
If you insist I donate my organs to serve your nefarious aims, then those organs will come to you riddled with the poisons I willfully ingest, that I gorge on simply for the pleasure of poisoning your agenda deeper in return.
If you insist I offer my thoughts to you, measured, tempered, on your silver platter, twisted in pretty plaits and coated in marzipan, thine will be done, my Lord and Master, but their bitter core you will still ingest.
So still we dance that macabre dance, mon seigneur.
