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October 6, 2021
RESILIENT FLOWER
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There is nothing more hopeful and blissfully ignorant than a beautiful child who has not yet realized (or remembered) the brutal realities of the physical universe. A fresh, pristine sense of gentle joy permeates their Being….like a newly blossomed flower, flourishing in the energy of the sun, and, as yet, not scorched by it’s unrelenting heat. What price would be pay to protect our innocent children, and ourselves, from reality? And yet we survive. We protect, sustain and defend. We love, and then forget again….
October 5, 2021
A NOTE ON THE HUMAN SPECIES
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“An Atomic Bomb is to the Macrocosm what the ‘Birth Bomb’ is to the Microcosm. Fusion of sexual reproduction is ignited by a chemical stimulant that triggers a chain reaction of cellular division, replication and programmed growth of an organism capable of being occupied, animated, or endowed with Life, and operated by a spiritual entity. — from The 423rd Standard Edition of The Mortality Mechanic’s Maintenance Manual, Chapter 326.78, Bipedal Biological Replication, Section 42, Paragraph 17, Item 30. Published by Mortality Mechanic’s Collective Press, Chaldaron II, Galaxy Prime Ninety-Two. Reprint Rights Reserved Upon Pain of Death by Decree of The Principle Magistrate of Mortality Maintenance, His Haughty Magnificence, Lord Flemmon-Arth-Mordus III.“
Excerpt from the new book by Lawrence R. Spencer, MORTALITY MECHANIC’S MANUAL
GOAT FOOT GOD OF ARCADY
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“O goat-foot God of *Arcady!
This modern world is gray and old,
And what remains to us of thee ? …
Then blow some trumpet loud and free,
And give thine oaten pipe away,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady* !
This modern world hath need of thee!”
— Oscar Wilde, (c. 1854-1900)
(*Arcady =Arcadia, the southern region ofGreece, for which Pan is the national god.)
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Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish writer and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London’s most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. Today he is remembered for his epigrams, plays and the circumstances of his imprisonment, followed by his early death. (Wikipedia.org)
THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT TRY MEN’S SOULS
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“These are the times that try men’s souls.” — Thomas Paine, 1776
Recently I have been re-reading the writings of Thomas Paine. He’s the guy that sparked the American Revolution in 1776. He started a viral protest against the insanely oppressive government of England, which was the most powerful nation on Earth at that time. How did he do it? He published a little pamphlet called “Common Sense” and started passing it out to fellow citizens like George Washington, Ben Franklin, John Adams and thousands of others. This, and many other protest in history such as those of Mohandas Gandhi in India and Martin Luther King in the US have been effective, in spite of overwhelming opposition.
Viral protests against government injustice and corporate criminals can be effective. Even the most powerful nations on Earth can’t control the whole population against their collective will. Many have tried and failed. The current “New World Order” movement is succeeding at global control at an alarming rate. The day the entire population is subject to the will of a few criminals in government and commerce we are doomed. That time has come. The American colonists didn’t have the Internet. But, they also didn’t have global government capable of controlling all the media, the military, our private lives and the economy. If we want to remain free we’ll have to communicate with each other and act as though our current lives and our future lives depend upon it.
Here is a recent video from The Guardian that illustrates the message in the present moment.
October 4, 2021
“O FORTUNA”: MISUNDERSTOOD LYRICS ANIMATED
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A brilliant demonstration of how a misunderstood word can have crazy consequences:
“O Fortuna” is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the thirteenth century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and personification of luck. In 1935-36, O Fortuna was set to music by the German composer Carl Orff as a part of his cantata Carmina Burana where it is used as the opening and closing number. “O Fortuna” topped a list of the most-played classical music of the past 75 years in the United Kingdom.
THE ACTUAL LYRICS:
O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
O Fortune,
just like the moon
thou art variable,
always dost thou
wax and wane.
Detestable life,
first dost thou mistreat us,
and then, whimsically,
thou heedest our desires.
As the sun melts the ice,
so dost thou dissolve
both poverty and power.
Monstrous
and empty fate,
thou, turning wheel,
art mean,
voiding
good health at thy will.
Veiled
in obscurity,
thou dost attack
me also.
To thy cruel pleasure
I bare my back.
Thou dost withdraw
my health and virtue;
thou dost threaten
my emotion
and weakness
with torture.
At this hour,
therefore, let us
pluck the strings without
delay.
Let us mourn together,
for fate crushes the brave.
October 3, 2021
EXTRAPHYSICAL FEELING
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“…almost anything that can be formed into five physical senses, language, oriented thought is an illusion. Extraphysical feeling is as close as I can come to describing what is ultimate reality…”. — (4659-CM), from Far Journeys, by Robert Monroe (1985)
