Week 9

Fri 16 Apr 2021

 

Greeting gremlins, how’s the chips falling for you today, howz ya luck?

 

By chance has it improved?

 

Or are you being chicken and falling fowl!

 

Do you plot, do you plan, have you a plan?

 

Are you one of those?

 

Do you exist in space and time or try to take charge of yours, will you listen to someone perceptively doing better than you, is someone else’s success your failure?

 

Or are you bewildered at why things happen to you?

 

Or do you know exactly why all things happen to you.

 

Virtual reality is a thing, or is it?

 

Virtually impossible to tell, like the chicken again eh!

 

Perhaps you should look backwards, or maybe forwards, assuming you have the choice.

 

Choice there it is again, you thinking you have choice and the choice is up to you, ok.

 

There are people taking your choices, the few that are available really to you, then deciding which ones it will be best for you to have.

 

The reason they say is plain, they are more aware of things than you, because of the lofty position they have acquired either by nepotism or cruelty.

 

The illusive they, who are the they.

 

That’s the question unanswered all over the place.

 

 

 

Who is the, they.

 

You don’t know in the same way you cannot slow down time.

 

They move through you with a stealthy speed, which you cannot match.

 

They are so slow you think them background.

 

Did you know the government is unaware of many things that private individuals are doing on a global scale.

 

Yes, while they sit there with books and papers surrounding them like some sort of childlike fort of clever, the real nasties with the money are doing what they want.

 

The reason for this is what they want, most are completely unaware of.

 

They look for things in the future, not in the past, you call the present.

 

Politicklers are lost, they don’t even understand the territory they ask scary men to watch for them.

 

The most pressing question to them, therefore, is how do you control the scary.

 

Answer, you don’t.

 

What are you stupid, is this a bad TV film script?

 

The robbers don’t get away, the cute fury animals all get home in one piece after the adventure, all the bad things don't have cute eyes, how did you like the tour of the house of the future from the past ?

 

Had enough of the ride yet?

 

Finished with the play yet?

 

Oh you’re getting there, it’s tangible now, it has form, the hate is grown.

 

The disease is truly manifest.

 

Like all things created by the superluminous it’s fast, but ill-fated.

 

Plastic will solve everything, where will the bighead talkers that have never experienced anything out of a sphere be when the bedsheets are thrown away each morning an the bed wraps in cellophane for the new arrival that evening.

 

How will the advice take shape, in an alley when you’re being mugged by a couple of desperate eggs, as they take the knife and jib you a little to make you behave, what was the first thought did you think about whether you had made the bed?

 

Little boys with big book towers hiding from the scary world, teaching you how to be scared too.

 

 

 

If someone makes a youtube video they are a future for themselves.

 

I hope they really understand what they stand under, do you think they do.

 

Do you think these words unrhythmic useless meanderings, no of course you don't, that’s just something you take comfort in sometimes when I pinch too much.

 

I shouldn't think one person in your life actually knows you, how could they.

 

 

 

You do though, don't you.

 

So are you going to continue doing what you have been, are going to continue being the thing that makes it , therefore never being able to undo what you have done.

 

You don't even know what you did, yet.

 

Things are changing for you, people are slowing down , they seem illegitimate in all they do in some strange way.#

 

Why? Are you noticing the change in things, have you seen yet?

 

Are you scared to say, because the white coats will come and take you away?

 

Don't be.

 

Keep quiet, I saw and so did so many others.

 

You’re not losing your mind.

 

You’re fine, you’re an idiot and you will continue to fart, so slouch again pigeon. Chill (smiling with you not at you))

 

But aside from all the usual idiosyncrasies of you, no, you’re not leaving for the bottom of the garden.

 

You did not search that thing on the web.

 

It was not an oversite because you were not paying attention.

 

Several years ago, I detailed a coming thing, a preparation shall we say.

 

I informed my associates some of which are reading right now.

 

Unlike many I have an agreement with them, they remain responsible and allow me to decide what is reasonable to release from my view.

 

It’s a debate sometimes, but as you can assume, if I saw and don't tell, any semblance of a democracy is disingenuous.

 

But I listen to what they say, I listen to how the trip down to the dark place is affecting them.

 

I feel the way each step nearer is tickling the inside of the bottom of the lungs.

 

I watch the eye widen, their silence gets deafening.

 

This enables me to point at the flash, long away from the bang, the approach is the important part of a journey with a destination.

 

I am not isolated anymore, an can converse freely with my direct confidants, this is moving things on.

 

Having someone on the ropes with you as you swing in the wind is always safer and far more fun, nothing worse than seeing a vista for the first time an turning to smile at the spectacle, and no one is there.

 

That gets old.

 

It makes you old.

 

Like any true elixir sort, once this is realised, everything changes.

 

Friends of mine dabble in the markets as I mentioned, I cannot.

 

It would be fatal for me.

 

If I moved to Russia I would be a commodity in the way a golden goose is.

 

What would you want? Fifty eggs and bang a goose dinner?

 

The thing I do here is confuse the issue to make it very hard to follow, but out there, every now and then the knife of my thought hits you in your heart.

 

Why?

 

Because it is a ramble through the jungle, yes, but we are going somewhere.

 

All of us, whether we like it or not .

 

I tell you what , 

 

Look me in the minds eye now.

 

If you think about time and space you cannot take part, the reason I say that now is, to stop you wasting your very finite time on this.

 

Look me in my thoughts.

 

Lean in and stop being clever, you’re just thinking big, please abandon that now.

 

The share market is a large rigged slot machine as you know.

 

But what the politicklers don't know and the three letter agencies do is, how rigged it is.

 

If you found a goose would you tell? (would you fuck , you liar).

 

This is a guaranteed budget forever.

 

No government or people needed.

 

So just to check we are talking about three subjects. One is the fact I see shit long before you do, the second is that it’s been about for ages and the people in charge didn't know, so we’re not in charge at any point, because of that fact, the last is that I am rambling and nothing makes sense to you.

 

Let’s carry on with the rambling in disguise shall we.

 

It’s only disguised from you, feel silly, don’t, it’s ok.

 

Back to the first point, several years ago I pointed out I had noticed something the media monsters were up to.

 

I at first like all of you check my vision, wash my face in reality and check all the obvious, being a veteran at this I probably check much more than you would, having had some experience of where to look.

 

But no, it was there, I decided because I had stone proof that it was there to use it as one of the first points to properly break through my compadres programming. They were aware enough because of a good mind that this was indeed something that needs to happen.

 

 

The particular incident you are all aware of now, the fact that advertising is being primed from  surveillance of your life and everything you do.

 

When I first mentioned this, I did so in a gentle manner, for two main reasons. I'm sure there are many others rolled in there, but that is not for me to translate, you will unravel that at your leisure, I’m sure.

 

It wasn't long ago, but as I remember explaining what I had found, the reaction was one of horror.

 

It would be, wouldn't it. I'm sure you remember what being a peeping weirdo is, of course now it’s accepted, no problem, I'm just asking you to remember what you were like seven years ago.

 

Having trouble?

 

Yes of course you are. Some have already figured what I'm going to say next, they know already, will happily read though, because it’s nice to not be alone and think your mad.

 

(no you’re not, hello btw)

 

As I explained the varying facets of what was being done and how, I went asking and looking for myself, now I knew where to look, at whose head quarters.

 

 

 

Slowly my friends realised this was indeed the case it took an hour each day for about a week.

 

Then they saw, now this is common knowledge, the thing about common knowledge, it’s easy to be a big mouth and embellish when you know, that explains most commentators on youtribe.

 

When it isn't common, what is it then, bighead.

 

The politicklers were completely oblivious, it was tied up in tech jargon in a contract only the snide understand.

 

That's the second point/subject.

 

Well now to why I mention one piece of being aware and not, it’s upscaled.

 

I don't care about what happens next because you need to know.

 

It’s going to cause ructions as all of what I point out does, slowly about three weeks later, that what happens when you are an indicator.

 

I had already squared away the facts with my crew, they were now able to see more themselves so when I wanted and started to broach to the subject, they were already suspicious and spotting/clocking as we call it.

 

We take and keep records in order to dispel the usual retort of coincidence, the idiot that dares to start there with me is soon dispatched.

 

We have records going back ten years looking at exactly what the ghoul is doing and for who.

 

Out of there control completely, we are truly one of the only entities that are.

 

You’re infested.

 

Completely and utterly over run.

 

Done.

 

Every company, Every government, every person of merit, etc etc..

 

YOU’RE IN THE BAG !!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not changing anything here, this is a lifeboat, to those that by chance see.

 

You see, If you read, you will see that a while ago I warned some of you that have no guile, no snide.

 

You should try something out I said. Try thinking about and obscure but mundane thing. My example was a particular thing so deliberately obscure it had no relevance to anything else.

 

Like a code that only matters to an adolescent friend, for old times sake.

 

That is exactly how I caught them in the light for my friends to see, on one of our hunting trips.

 

I did not verbalise or search this thing, in fact I only thought about it in a particular way, I have a strange discipline.

 

It worked, up pops the thing in all the suggested.

 

33 times, I did it.

 

I watched as the penny dropped for them, what this meant.

 

We all have been watching it in number for a while, I'm fully aware what it sounds like and am prepared for the onslaught from the usual suspects, I'm waiting for them with a bat with nails in it in an alley.

 

This means in no uncertain terms that technology exists that is interfering with basic thought patterns, it’s broadcast in some way, I know exactly what I'm saying.

 

I have proved it to many already and we are all actually quite scared now with what to do.

 

I think as my old man always said, in a serious life n death situation Honesty is the best policy.

 

You may think that daft, but I am probably far more equipped than you to deal with this and the truth will now out.

 

Rambling?

 

Third and last point I raised...

 

Oh sorry, back to the me we know and love. Many years ago I had a friend that lived a double life, he got caught up and before he knew it, too late, stuck.

 

This put him in some very awkward situations with his family as they had no idea what what was going on.

 

He was doing it before they were around. He decided to keep it secret as it was quite dodgy and if they didn't know, they could enjoy a normal life un-infected by money and the need of it.

 

He had seen what money could do and what it does to the really wealthy and their kids.

 

It’s awful. Totally. No point going on about now, you can figure it out if you’re not infected.

 

So to save them from that, an knowing what he did about what money did and was, plus who wielded it, he made the decision to keep his money away from them all.

 

But how, he asked his mentor, he said well you are going to lie to the ones you love the most hideous of lies, how is that ever going to turn out well.

 

You have two choices he said, as the third is gone.

 

An there are only ever the crows toes.

 

You tell them and come clean, which means it’s over.

 

You don't and you are a trapped in it forever, all be it with insurance.

 

Live a life for them, be a servant in another.

 

He thought about it and felt a third option an old man would not see was available, he could come clean one day, try to explain.

 

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHA, yeah, I know, funny innit.

 

 

 

So that was the life,

 

 

 

On one of his many disappearances for a few weeks, he was in a country of a climate, the reason the people he was working with at the time were interested in a drug which originated from that country.

 

The drug was well known to the ancients, it was well used by all who thought more and had more time to do so, because of status.

 

They had become aware that a company were trying to take it to the markets.

 

This was a sacred drug, and the local people knew of the people this man worked of in another way , completely forgotten by time an us all.

 

 

 

But not by them.

 

They put out the call, come here to this place one of the keys is about to be found, please come now and fulfill your reason to exist.

 

That is why our friend Simon was there.

 

Simon Hughes.

 

Sitting in a cab, in a tree lined street, waiting as usual, for someone, something, or for trouble to come.

 

Waiting, he sat with the rear cab door open and the driver read the paper.

 

As he sat he looked at his feet crossed on the end of his legs, and a thing dropped on his leg, he jumped, this was a hot country and they were in the shade of trees, the cab driver laughed, went back to his paper, Simon looked at what it was now he knew it wasn't going to look at him, he went to pick it up, it was some kind of nut, he put his foot on it and it cracked and out popped what looked like seeds as he went to pick o , the driver said "NO", this is poisonous, very.

 

Simon said well what the fuck are they doing in the street then, the driver said they grow everywhere here all over, the locals know them and leave them, it is an old tree full of custom.

 

Another car pulled up and the conversation was over, his driver was now talking to another driver about something much more interesting than the stupid one he was having with the fare.

 

 

 

Later that day, Simon was with the principle and he asked him what in particular they were doing there at this point this time, also if they were coming back often.

 

The principle said, well we are here for a large company dealing in drugs.

 

They are interested in a plant based mainly here and is well known for its psychotropic compounds, which they want to replicate with tech for the market.

 

The drug is now widely used under its compound names. All owned. (legally I can’t go there yet).

 

Simon piped up, oh is that the trees that were in the garden this afternoon, the principle said, yes that’s right, how do you know that. Simon quickly explained the Newton moment he had (which was not fictitious).

 

The principle found this entertaining as Simon knew he would and went to explain what the deal was and why, also more interestingly some of the less proud moments of man's history which had been rear viewed with the rose glass of the victor.

 

This history Simon found interesting.

 

Imitations and imitators are the death of the world, What said Simon.

 

It was later in the evening and the principle was drunk, this was a good easy evening, no more dashing about before the flight home.

 

Then a weeks work away for real in the sun, to explain the tan again to his family, or not have to, mores the point.

 

Dropped of in the drive by lads, and off they go, hi I'm home.

 

Terrible. But hey, we had what we needed, and a confidence others could not explain, a luck, that always worked.

 

Simon knew it wasn't luck, unless luck was money.

 

The principle said yes, it’s all quite funny really, the priests as they called themselves wanted to emulate the superiors, so they needed a control and a knowledge, they had the star knowledge provided by the superiors, and they had their own rituals they performed before the superior arrived, so when the game was over and all had left or were dead,

 

They had knowledge and used it to keep power, they dressed in regalia that resembled the stature of the one, they pointed at the sun and the moon and other things as it was prudent to do so if you needed others without this science to follow, but what of the spectacle of reverence, this could not be emulated, the power of the mind the superior had was truly divine.

 

For this they went to sultry human ways, back down in the dirt, they went to customs and horrific old barbaric rituals, from before the light of knowledge, when they were organised animals just looking inward.

 

They found the tree and the nut, but how can they administer this control of the mind, it must ministered in tiers, as the more lowly need control the more aloof need less. There the class was convened for the first time, on which level you sat, detailed your dose as the high and mighty flung out the blessing on you, slowly you were mesmerised, yes, these are the descendants of the superior, they do deserve to rule with knowledge and wisdom as did the first.

 

 

Oh what a rambler I am,

 

Or did you just get told in a roundabout way something you already knew about religion.

 

Do you think that you know anything, really, surely someone told you, non?

 

Via word deed and picture.

 

So you know what someone told you, or you know what someone with no practical knowledge or that most illusive of things common sense about a subject being a pen pusher is telling you they think they know, cos they is clever and all their friends agrre on the story..

 

Well it’s all going bye bye soon, peeps.

 

The whole thing is about emulation isn't it, from start to finish, it’s what we do as we grow, we emulate those we admire in some way only to find out in time and age they are just the same, just as lost as you, the defence has just become more complex is all.

 

If you take a drug that occurs naturally in some way, in a raw form, then you process it to intensify its properties you are a fool, and of the age of death, if you consume it in its natural unmeddled state, you are unlocking one of the locks.

 

The science exists for many years to make a mirror image of this drug in its smelted state, this is only a reflection, sure the techy that did it will scoff at the ignorance which I display of the gory details, much as I do not want to look at disgusting habits some men have.

 

But I understand the first, I stand under it.

 

Long before you and yours.

 

You are evil incarnate, your emulations of nature are killing us in reflection so we will remain, as A HUSK OF OURSELVES, TO BE DONE WITH AT WILL.

 

That crop will fail.

 

It is now.

 

People, need to get control by peaceful means now, in the public court.

 

Not the kangeroo enclosure.

 

We will judge them out here, with evidence.

 

When we see to satisfaction there is a faction, we will route it in the way it should be done, by pulling back the bedclothes.

 

If a name is on a deed, that says you own it, why do you.

 

Because it’s been in your family for ages, that's why it’s yours, then by the same old deed we hold with much creed, can we take it from you, for those that had it before you stole it.?

 

What you hold it with, is the key to taking it from you.

 

Getting scared nepotist?

 

I did laugh, on the wobbly belly telly luvly bubbly kiddie hour we all want to be part off, yeah on that, I saw a telebubble tubble say, that nepotism in football, is it a problem, I nearly fuckin bust a gut, IN FOOTBALL, hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaa,

 

Yeah how about Bushes, Clintons and all the friends, now they have a new crew, that want chair to be the puppet of the corp.

 

The pinstripe racist with a blacker rap, still total un-adulterated crap.

 

Oh I should stop, I’m rambling again.

 

 

 

Slater.