Politickal Schnarr & Evil

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2018 —> +42˚F / +6˚C & sunny in Ithaca, New York at 3:05 pm.

— Let me start with something a friend blurted out once:

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— “There are only two kinds of people in this world. — Angels in Training and Angels in Trouble. … And many of us have one foot in each camp. And quite a few of us are Centipedes…..”

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Statue of Liberty Hiding her tears.

“The effects of testosterone poisoning on US Politiks as seen by the rest of the world?”

— And Ideas and philosophies that stuck with me: …

— “A society is judged by the way it treats its most vulnerable and least empowered citizens.”

— “The military model: ‘You get out there and you tell them anything you have to – to get them to do what I ordered you to tell them to do – or you can find yourself facing a courts martial!’ — isn’t just a symptom – it may be the basis of the “Information is power” / “Need to know” culture where the truth has no value as far as those who want to wield power are concerned. Disinformation rules – and only a select few at the top of the authoritarian food chain have a clue as to what “The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth” actually is.”

— “The social pyramid is a complete illusion. If and when those who have been convinced that they are at the bottom of the delusional power structure refuse to believe that those who claim to be above them are any better than they are, or have any right to tell them what to do, and walk away – The whole thing will collapse in on itself.”

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— I intend to Expound on this subject extensively in the next couple days, but right now, I’m at work and something important just came up, so, stay tuned for the rest of my thoughts on this subject.

 

— djo —

Life And Death When Nobody Notices –

Life And Death When Nobody’s Looking –

There were feral cats on my two hundred
And fifty mile route through rural upper New York State

– One Night a week, on Fridays
The Weekend Papers came out at midnight
and we, the victims of economic warfare,
had until 8 am to deliver them.

One night, in the middle
of nowhere
I saw a cat
run out from a roadside hiding spot
right under the back wheels of a car
whose driver never saw what happened

– I pulled over and stopped
got out and knelt down beside the cat
Her back was broken
her insides were crushed
from the stomach back

I tried to comfort her, what?
Talk to her – Tell her she was on her way
To the Kitten Happy Hunting Grounds?

– all she wanted to do was crawl away and die in peace
And me, with my human sentiments and sensibilities
hoped I wasn’t scaring her to death while I knelt there and cried

– She tried her damnedest to crawl – drag herself to cover
But she couldn’t move at all

I stayed with her until the light went out in her eyes
And twenty years later I can’t forget that moment

– Can’t stop hoping I didn’t make her final moments in this life unbearable-

I hope she understands.

—– Jim Wellington

The Cat Says, “Make The Snow Go Away-“

Saturday, March 17, 2018  —> -10˚C / +13˚F in the dark and clear atmosphere @ 11:11 pm in Atlantic Canada, on Cousin Ricky { Patrick } Conroy’s birthday 🙂 —

Moe

– Moe’s got his nose in the planter where he just finished off most of the cat grass and catnip –

— That’s three and four feet deep waves/dunes of snow outside Moe’s insulated window – Once a day he goes to the door and stares at one or both of us until we open the door, then he stares out at the snow and finally turns, looking heart-broken, with a desperate, “Make it go away-” look and something close to disillusionment behind his sadness, looks like he’s wondering what he needs humans for if we can’t magically make the snow go away and his wonderful green world appear  where it should be – Ya Know?

Moe looking at us.

– One of Moe’s “Make it go away-” looks –

— Moe was called “a cat and a half” by a friend near Ottawa – But that is a lot of fur around a lot of cat there –

Plants on our porch.

– Happy Plants – Basking in sunshine –

— The plants on our porch – patiently wait for warm weather when they can go outside and happily bask in the same sunshine Moe wants around him – but they don’t whine and complain the way he does.

Eslyn in the cat tails at the waterfall.

– Meanwhile – over the border in our game world –

— We had several of us corroborate on how to make a waterfall without a five or six thousand dollar graphics package. ‘Eslyn’ here loves the results.

Eslyn asa Ranger with the falls behind her.

– Eslyn posing with the ‘Exploded Rock Falls’ she helped clean up this evening. –

— About once a day even I wonder if getting this game world up in working order may be too lofty a goal. But then – A fresh face like ‘Eslyn’s ( Who was with us in like, um, 2012 but recently returned – ) shows up and goes, “Oh wow – This is great, I think I can fix your little problem there —” ) and gets it done.

~~~~~ Jim

I just saw a documentary on the life of Eric Clapton ( in twelve bars ? )

Sunday, February 11th, 2018 —> -1˚C / +30˚F & still snowing (?) in the dark @ 3:13 am in Atlantic Canada —> On Pamm’s Birfday 🙂 <—

 

At my lowest point, I was singing ‘Bell Bottom Blues’ to myself and got the words all wrong –

Instead of “I don’t wanna fade away-” I was singing “I don’t want to lose control-”

and at the time I had no idea why those words popped into my head –

and later realized that since my father was a mean drunk –

I was afraid that any socially acceptable means for chemical relaxation –

might turn me into an alcoholic or otherwise addicted ogre –

who would drive everybody I cared about into seeking safety away from me.

& of course, you would be an Aries – dangit –

My Aries moon reads like, “Way deep down in the depths of your soul, you know for sure that brute force rules the universe.”

And that’s a complete bloody lie. And you know it –

Redeemed by a “7” life path -? You need to base your life on something to believe in.

Rock N Roll -? Drugs -?

But watching that documentary tonight –

I felt like you need to know. Of course he will know you in Heaven.

And things over on that side are a lot more forgiving than they are here.

Over there, no low minded men are using religion to try to control you – or me, or any and all of us –

 

But you might want to know how I know that.

The last time I saw my cousin, Gary, was at another cousin’s wedding.

Then Gary died shoveling some old lady’s snow – it was something he did without asking to be paid for it –

Because he was like that.

Gary’s older brother died of a brain tumor at the age of 6. Gary might have been 4 years old at the time.

And you know that kind of thing leaves a hole in your soul forever.

 

Nobody ever told Gary that I connect with the spirits of those who’d passed over – connect mostly in dreams –

They tell me things I couldn’t learn trough normal channels. They tell me in riddles I don’t always understand –

until one of life’s little surprises makes their meaning perfectly clear.

That’s something I don’t tell everybody. That’s something not everybody wants to hear –

It messes with the way they believe things are, or maybe should be –

But the first thing Gary did when he became acclimated to life on the other side –

He came to me in a dream. He set it in the venue where I’d last seen him, where the reception for our then newly married cousin took place –

He came down a stairway and made sure he caught my attention. There was somebody with him, and he was really happy to tell me,

“Hey, look who I found!” – his brother had grown up on the other side.

And there they were, together. Forty something years couldn’t keep them apart.

 

And I had a thing for John Lennon. Of course never met him in real life.

And of course I was shocked when the MKULTRA victim shot him that night –

So on the anniversary of that ignoble event I was working alone at night, cleaning an office, I –

heard a radio announcer mention the date and the anniversary of John crossing over –

I turned my thoughts beyond the clouds and asked, “How are you?”

And I was stunned that I got an answer –

“I wish you bluddy psychics would leave me the fook alone!”

And he knew I was shocked.

He was shocked that I was shocked – “Sorry-” I said, “I never thought you’d get this message from me -”

 

And a couple weeks later, same place, same job –

I thought I felt John’s presence again, I smiled, and asked, “How are you doing?”

And very deliberately he answered, “Better Than One Might Expect” –

And I got the feeling that – that was part of a message he wanted Yoko to get.

And I wondered if that message was coded, “B to me -” and the rest would come from somewhere else.

 

I later learned that a very good friend I talk to maybe once a year –

has a daughter ( I knew she has a daughter ) but I didn’t know –

Her daughter works for Yoko and Sean.

 

And hey, ‘Ric’, the Aries love of my life absolutely loves your song to Conor –

 

— you’ve earned you wings and halo, dude –

 

— Jassper LeBoof —

 

This Earthly Life

This Earthly Life

Friday, September 15th, 2017

 

It all seemed so simple
While we basked in Heavenly Love
– Guided by the wisdom of Heavenly Beings

So of course we volunteered
to come back down to earth
To save those silly earthlings
that we cared so much about
From suffering all the pain and confusion
they so readily embraced
in their blindness
and ambition –

But the process of birth
wiped our memories completely
and left us defenseless
before those Shakespearean slings and arrows

We were target practice for everything
that only valued power
and saw love as weakness
wisdom as a hindrance to their fulfillment
which, of course, they could never achieve
anyway –
And then they blamed us for their
inability to become the sole
ruler of everything they see.

And when the ones we care about
turn and blame us for every little failure
in their lives
of course it hurts

If we were mindless
unfeeling
disconnected
automatons
It might not hurt at all

But we are, after all,
Angels in Training
And we feel every pain
we ever wanted to save
anyone else from ever feeling –

And down here
where the electro-magnetic currents
have intense and negative effects
on our ability to remember who we are
and why we’re here –
and, in effect, block out the sun of reason –
we’ve either got to trust
The Heart of the Universe
and the wisdom of whatever
we believe God might be
– to get us through this –

-intact?

— Jim Wellington 2017