The jab advertisement pictured, portraying the grey-haired woman, is interesting. I am no expert on anything, but it is a fact that facial expressions convey truthfulness or mendacity, joy or chagrin, intelligence or fatuity. Her expression - in a display intended to encourage jab-taking - is one of someone who has told, or has just heard, a salacious or forbidden joke. But the ad (I guar-ron-tee, as country-folk say) was carefully crafted and the model was photographed numerous times to ensure she portrayed exactly what the creators wanted. It is....hmm...as if the Jewish media owners and Jewish government bureaucrats are openly showing their (justified, though it hurts to admit) contempt for the goyim cattle they have pepped up to take "vaccines" which are provably harmful.
About the 25 minutes that were cut from Eyes Wide Shut,all I could find was a possibly bs account of a cinematic operator,that went like:At the end of the officially released movie,when they are Christmas shopping,the big,intimidating guy shows up again,and the daughter goes along with him,like she knows him.At the next `party`,the daughter gets her face skinned and is killed and her blood drunk,while everybody is fucking on the floor around her.And that they took their masks off,and they all looked like familiar tv-personalities..Certainly curious that Kubrick died right there.
Brilliant! So funny and true. A friend of mine a couple of years back told me she believed "all of these people know and socialise with one another." I suppose another way of saying that would be, "it's all a big club—and you ain't in it!"
The 'Eyes Wide Shut' soundtrack brings it all together in that video. There are people who suspect the sudden death of Kubrick at the time of the release of that film was intended as a "shut the hell up" warning. The Diddy scandal is almost exactly a scandal around 'Eyes Wide Shut' type orgies and I really did LOL at the Diddy oil segment. What a world...
I'm amazed how normies seem to have completely forgotten about the plague years and the nonsensical rules. Only those I follow in the alternative media ever bring it up. I'm reminded of the psyop motto: 'because physical wounds heal'.
Running out of time this week for nuclear armageddon to begin in the Middle East. Israel promising "precise and lethal" attacks on Iran that will be so "surprising" those dumb Iranians won't even know what happened! I'm guessing neutron bombs. It's not enough to kill lots of people now, Israelis want them killed in novel and unexpected ways, proving once again how clever and ingenious they are.
I recall a satirical cartoon back in the 1980s called 'Dynaman' where in one episode the bad guy yells, "I can kill people! I have talent!" That's Israel.
Of course, Iran is countering that it will have to regretfully respond "decisively", essentially pre-apologising for the Israelis its own response to the response to the response to the response attack will kill. Iran evidently fancies itself to have a bit of talent as well. Hey, is this a talent show or a war?
It's not enough to merely wipe out an apartment block with a nuclear-tipped, shoulder-fired rocket. To do it right, your mass murder now needs to be performed unexpectedly, mid-backflip, live on Tik-Tok, and to a synchronised Lady Gaga soundtrack, to even have a chance to matter in late 2024.
I've got to think that generalized anxiety has always been part of the American psyche. Americans in general, myself included have been conditioned to fear just about everything but our own ignorance. That's not to say that Americans are inherently stupid people. I know a lot of highly intelligent people who cripple themselves with any number of psychological "false flags" such as plastics, germs, disinformation, you name it. Over time, like any PSYOP worth it's weight in human misery, these generalized anxieties become full blown mass formations and waa laa, people feel so scared and suffocated that disrobing and going outside become the best physiological option available to ease the terror.
I'm a slow learner, but taking counsel of my fears and reacting adversely to them has been a huge hurdle. Since COVID, part of me has never felt so terrified. Another part of me has never felt so alive.
Nearly 25 years have passed since I first started reading about/studying Buddhism. While I still consider myself a lousy student of the Dharma and no kind of authority, one thing I have obtained some level of proficiency with is "living with death in mind".
While it sounds morbid, focusing on your own transience many times a day does get one very comfortable with the idea. So for me, the "I could die from this COVID thing?" moment came and went without any notable emotional blip. Even the possibility of dying from a clot-shot, which I was forced to take in order to be allowed to board the plane to exit the Imperium, was zero cause for alarm. I sat in the grim, fluorescent-lit pharmacy after the jab, for the mandated 30 minutes or whatever it was, waiting to have a stroke and die right there.
For a long time I had to try to remind myself that not everyone has been preparing themselves to die for decades. They think they are going to live, that it matters, and that the "I" they are so worried for actually exists as some separate thing apart from the entire cockroach-and-Zionist infested, universal shit-show.
"I" am already dead, kaput, finished, over, deceased, pushing up daisies. So are "you". And it does not matter one iota.
I remember reading about Buddhist meditations upon death and physical decay in Michel Houellebecq's The Map and the territory and here among Postcards. Living without the consciousness of death seems as unrealistic as the Garden of Eden to me. Maybe it's a particularly Western phenomenon, ignore the natural realities of life and live in perpetual childhood, Candyland forever. I've tried and couldn't pull it off.
Blowing my mind out of the water with psychedelics in my early twenties may or may not have tipped the balance into what I call a "rolling near death experience". It can be both harrowing and enlightening. I just watched a bumblebee out here in the yard struggling to pull itself over a leaf after last night's first frost. I've been enjoying some Alan Watts and Terrence McKenna lectures on YouTube when I need to think less and listen more. Thanks for the insight Optera.
Yeah, psychedelics, one bad acid trip was enough for me, though by the end of it I had still pretty much gotten the salient messages (all is one, this entire culture is in neurotic flight from death, individuated consciousness is an illusion). It made me ashamed for a long time of how deeply embedded in an egoic trance I had been and still was. In a lot of ways that experience (now some 35+ years ago) started what has been a gradual and ongoing coming to terms with/integration of that experience and knowledge.
One of my favourite activities is to start a long forest rain soundtrack in Spotify and an Alan Watts lecture on YouTube at the same time. The result is like listening to a guru giving you private instruction in a remote hut. Some people won't or can't acknowledge how good Watts could be, but then there is that anecdote:
One of his students was expressing his gratitude to his new teacher, that he had previously thought Alan Watts was profound until he found "the real thing". Suzuki Roshi's sudden reply: "You completely miss the point about Alan Watts! You should notice what he has done. He is a great bodhisattva."
That is what he has been for me. There are others like Adyashanti, Llama Yeshe, and Steve Hagen I learned a lot from, but Watts' dazzling speaking ability, storytelling, his quickness at finding the right metaphor were something else.
I remember reading Watt's Does It Matter before I'd really launched into the chemicals and I'm glad that I did. I think that it was the reading that I'd pursued ( halfheartedly in relation to it's benefits, sadly) which has allowed me to process the messes that I inevitably got myself into. I'm lucky to have experienced real nature growing up and have been trying to figure out how to live as naturally as possible without completely dropping out. There are still aspects of organized society that I adore and crave, but the madness leaves me in retreat at times. I'm a stubborn case, but it's getting worked out. Alcoholics Anonymous, initially forced and later by choice ended up helping more than I would have expected. I'm not a Big Book thumper, but found the principles sound. Very Christian in context, so AA can work both ways.
Many thanks for relaying the story about Alan Watts.
`The still sane aren’t overly serious`..sagely pacific words.The other day,I made fun of climate hysterics,and a seriously insane woman actually replied,`Humor isn`t warranted/contemporary anymore.` I wished her a serious evening.
The jab advertisement pictured, portraying the grey-haired woman, is interesting. I am no expert on anything, but it is a fact that facial expressions convey truthfulness or mendacity, joy or chagrin, intelligence or fatuity. Her expression - in a display intended to encourage jab-taking - is one of someone who has told, or has just heard, a salacious or forbidden joke. But the ad (I guar-ron-tee, as country-folk say) was carefully crafted and the model was photographed numerous times to ensure she portrayed exactly what the creators wanted. It is....hmm...as if the Jewish media owners and Jewish government bureaucrats are openly showing their (justified, though it hurts to admit) contempt for the goyim cattle they have pepped up to take "vaccines" which are provably harmful.
Here's a video clip that needs more circulation,
just 3 min. long, it shows our leaders in better light.
Lyle. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WByzJBymws4
About the 25 minutes that were cut from Eyes Wide Shut,all I could find was a possibly bs account of a cinematic operator,that went like:At the end of the officially released movie,when they are Christmas shopping,the big,intimidating guy shows up again,and the daughter goes along with him,like she knows him.At the next `party`,the daughter gets her face skinned and is killed and her blood drunk,while everybody is fucking on the floor around her.And that they took their masks off,and they all looked like familiar tv-personalities..Certainly curious that Kubrick died right there.
Brilliant! So funny and true. A friend of mine a couple of years back told me she believed "all of these people know and socialise with one another." I suppose another way of saying that would be, "it's all a big club—and you ain't in it!"
The 'Eyes Wide Shut' soundtrack brings it all together in that video. There are people who suspect the sudden death of Kubrick at the time of the release of that film was intended as a "shut the hell up" warning. The Diddy scandal is almost exactly a scandal around 'Eyes Wide Shut' type orgies and I really did LOL at the Diddy oil segment. What a world...
Thank you all for the likes and replies.
Not only do these apes know and socialize with each other,
They are usually related to each other as well.
Going back a very long time for some, they have common
Ancestry usually amongst European royal families that inter-married
With the money lenders and name stealers as part of the deal to
Finance their wars and extravegant life styles. They just don't care.
I'm amazed how normies seem to have completely forgotten about the plague years and the nonsensical rules. Only those I follow in the alternative media ever bring it up. I'm reminded of the psyop motto: 'because physical wounds heal'.
Hi everyone,
Due to a formatting glitch, the kindle version of Remaining Light, Air and Sweetness was delayed, but it's finally available:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DJQJWSZY
Linh
Running out of time this week for nuclear armageddon to begin in the Middle East. Israel promising "precise and lethal" attacks on Iran that will be so "surprising" those dumb Iranians won't even know what happened! I'm guessing neutron bombs. It's not enough to kill lots of people now, Israelis want them killed in novel and unexpected ways, proving once again how clever and ingenious they are.
I recall a satirical cartoon back in the 1980s called 'Dynaman' where in one episode the bad guy yells, "I can kill people! I have talent!" That's Israel.
Of course, Iran is countering that it will have to regretfully respond "decisively", essentially pre-apologising for the Israelis its own response to the response to the response to the response attack will kill. Iran evidently fancies itself to have a bit of talent as well. Hey, is this a talent show or a war?
It's not enough to merely wipe out an apartment block with a nuclear-tipped, shoulder-fired rocket. To do it right, your mass murder now needs to be performed unexpectedly, mid-backflip, live on Tik-Tok, and to a synchronised Lady Gaga soundtrack, to even have a chance to matter in late 2024.
I've got to think that generalized anxiety has always been part of the American psyche. Americans in general, myself included have been conditioned to fear just about everything but our own ignorance. That's not to say that Americans are inherently stupid people. I know a lot of highly intelligent people who cripple themselves with any number of psychological "false flags" such as plastics, germs, disinformation, you name it. Over time, like any PSYOP worth it's weight in human misery, these generalized anxieties become full blown mass formations and waa laa, people feel so scared and suffocated that disrobing and going outside become the best physiological option available to ease the terror.
I'm a slow learner, but taking counsel of my fears and reacting adversely to them has been a huge hurdle. Since COVID, part of me has never felt so terrified. Another part of me has never felt so alive.
Nearly 25 years have passed since I first started reading about/studying Buddhism. While I still consider myself a lousy student of the Dharma and no kind of authority, one thing I have obtained some level of proficiency with is "living with death in mind".
While it sounds morbid, focusing on your own transience many times a day does get one very comfortable with the idea. So for me, the "I could die from this COVID thing?" moment came and went without any notable emotional blip. Even the possibility of dying from a clot-shot, which I was forced to take in order to be allowed to board the plane to exit the Imperium, was zero cause for alarm. I sat in the grim, fluorescent-lit pharmacy after the jab, for the mandated 30 minutes or whatever it was, waiting to have a stroke and die right there.
For a long time I had to try to remind myself that not everyone has been preparing themselves to die for decades. They think they are going to live, that it matters, and that the "I" they are so worried for actually exists as some separate thing apart from the entire cockroach-and-Zionist infested, universal shit-show.
"I" am already dead, kaput, finished, over, deceased, pushing up daisies. So are "you". And it does not matter one iota.
I remember reading about Buddhist meditations upon death and physical decay in Michel Houellebecq's The Map and the territory and here among Postcards. Living without the consciousness of death seems as unrealistic as the Garden of Eden to me. Maybe it's a particularly Western phenomenon, ignore the natural realities of life and live in perpetual childhood, Candyland forever. I've tried and couldn't pull it off.
Blowing my mind out of the water with psychedelics in my early twenties may or may not have tipped the balance into what I call a "rolling near death experience". It can be both harrowing and enlightening. I just watched a bumblebee out here in the yard struggling to pull itself over a leaf after last night's first frost. I've been enjoying some Alan Watts and Terrence McKenna lectures on YouTube when I need to think less and listen more. Thanks for the insight Optera.
Yeah, psychedelics, one bad acid trip was enough for me, though by the end of it I had still pretty much gotten the salient messages (all is one, this entire culture is in neurotic flight from death, individuated consciousness is an illusion). It made me ashamed for a long time of how deeply embedded in an egoic trance I had been and still was. In a lot of ways that experience (now some 35+ years ago) started what has been a gradual and ongoing coming to terms with/integration of that experience and knowledge.
One of my favourite activities is to start a long forest rain soundtrack in Spotify and an Alan Watts lecture on YouTube at the same time. The result is like listening to a guru giving you private instruction in a remote hut. Some people won't or can't acknowledge how good Watts could be, but then there is that anecdote:
One of his students was expressing his gratitude to his new teacher, that he had previously thought Alan Watts was profound until he found "the real thing". Suzuki Roshi's sudden reply: "You completely miss the point about Alan Watts! You should notice what he has done. He is a great bodhisattva."
That is what he has been for me. There are others like Adyashanti, Llama Yeshe, and Steve Hagen I learned a lot from, but Watts' dazzling speaking ability, storytelling, his quickness at finding the right metaphor were something else.
A great bodhisattva and a great man.
I remember reading Watt's Does It Matter before I'd really launched into the chemicals and I'm glad that I did. I think that it was the reading that I'd pursued ( halfheartedly in relation to it's benefits, sadly) which has allowed me to process the messes that I inevitably got myself into. I'm lucky to have experienced real nature growing up and have been trying to figure out how to live as naturally as possible without completely dropping out. There are still aspects of organized society that I adore and crave, but the madness leaves me in retreat at times. I'm a stubborn case, but it's getting worked out. Alcoholics Anonymous, initially forced and later by choice ended up helping more than I would have expected. I'm not a Big Book thumper, but found the principles sound. Very Christian in context, so AA can work both ways.
Many thanks for relaying the story about Alan Watts.
The planned Covid operation gave the world a collective nervous breakdown. Most have no idea it was a psyop - not a disease.
`The still sane aren’t overly serious`..sagely pacific words.The other day,I made fun of climate hysterics,and a seriously insane woman actually replied,`Humor isn`t warranted/contemporary anymore.` I wished her a serious evening.