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June 16, 2021
WE’RE ALL MAD HERE
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“”‘What sort of people live about here?’
‘In THAT direction,’ the Cat said, waving its right paw round, ‘lives
a Hatter: and in THAT direction,’ waving the other paw, ‘lives a March
Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad.
You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on ‘And how
do you know that you’re mad?'”
“So, Mr. Dodgson, let me pose the same question to you that young Alice asked of the chimerical cat in your own story: how do you know whether you are mad or not mad? How would you satisfy yourself that I am not mad? How do we know that everyone is mad or not mad?”, I said, rising from my chair to place the manuscript upon the sideboard.
I refilled my pipe once again, in anticipation of the protracted debate that was sure to follow on the heels of these profoundly absurd, yet existential queries and arguments.
Mr. Dodgson did not seem the least bit nonplused by my insinuation regarding his sanity, or the sanity of all. Rather, he thanked us very cordially for our hospitality, rose from his chair and reached the door to exit the apartment. As he reached the door he turned back to me.
“Mr. Holmes, I will leave the resolution of this mystery entirely in your very capable hands. If anyone were able to solve the questions you pose to me, I assure you that I am not that man. Neither are any of the mentors whom I have studied, including Sir Isaac himself. I trust that you will be kind enough to inform me of your eventual success, if such is possible. Good day to you, gentlemen”.
With that, he departed, clomped down the stairs. Through the window we saw him walk briskly away through a light drizzle of rain in the direction of the train station.
“What do you make of it Holmes?”, asked Watson, who seemed to have been disquieted by our visitor. “I must admit that our meeting with this gentleman is the most perplexing I have ever had,” he said, resuming his seat in front of the fire.
“Yes. Most perplexing, indeed”, I agreed, taking my own seat and refilling my pipe. “Most perplexing.””
— Excerpt from SHERLOCK HOLMES: MY LIFE, by Lawrence R. Spencer
NATURE COLORING
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THE GOOD / BAD NEWS
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The good news is: I have seen the truth. The bad news is: it cannot be unseen!
June 15, 2021
HISTORY OF USURY
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USURY: the lending of money with an interest charge for its use; especially : the lending of money at exorbitant interest rates
I am a student of history. I am not a Christian or Jew or
Democrat or Socialist or proponent of any other cult of power. However, this two part interview with Dr. Eugene Michael Jones is a very informative expose of the battle for domination over the minds, bodies, resources of Earth and spirit of humanity. Men are men. Financial usury, political power and coercion of every kind are the everyday routine of psychopathic “rulers”. Religion AND politics are justification for debauchery, murder AND usury. This is a good reason to study this information.
Eugene Michael Jones (born May 4, 1948) is a writer, former professor, media commentator and the current editor of Culture Wars magazine (formerly Fidelity Magazine). He was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and was raised in the Roman Catholic Church, but he lost interest in it in early adulthood. He became involved in the counterculture of the 1960s. He found little satisfaction after leaving his faith and eventually returned to it after reading The Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton. Jones then obtained his Ph.D. from Temple University.
Jones’s work has primarily been concerned with the relationship between the Catholic Church and secular culture as well as the sexual revolution and the wider cultural effects of the Second Vatican Council. Later work has focused on the historical friction between the Catholic Church and Jews.
In recent years, Jones has focused on and has written numerous articles examining usury and wider economic issues. He wrote a book entitled Barren Metal: a History of Capitalism as the Conflict between Labor and Usury.
June 13, 2021
June 12, 2021
BE A POOKA
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Excerpt from the book “1001 THINGS TO DO WHILE YOU’RE DEAD”
# 497 — BE A POOKA.
“According to legend, the “pooka” or “púca” is a deft shape-shifter, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying or pleasing forms, and may appear as a horse, rabbit, goat, goblin, or dog. (See Footnote) [i]
If you haven’t seen “Harvey”, the famous Hollywood film starring James Stewart, you missed a delightful treat.
The main characters in the film are a gentle, alcoholic bachelor named Elwood P. Dowd and his “invisible” best friend named Harvey. Harvey is a Pooka. He is an invisible 6’ 3” tall rabbit.
The two friends go everywhere together and carry on conversations in front of strangers, much to the dismay of the people they encounter who can’t “see” Harvey. Like most spirits, Harvey and his buddy Elwood are ridiculed and persecuted.
They think Elwood is “crazy” and decide to commit him to a psychiatric hospital so he can be “cured” of his “delusion” that he has an 6’ 3” tall rabbit friend.
Oddly and ironically, the word “psyche” mean spirit and “ology” means “to study”. Therefore, psyche-ology should be the “study of the spirit”.
Sadly, psychiatrists, and the military governments that pay them, do not study or acknowledge the existence of spirits. Their only interest is to “control” the “population”.
Therefore, they tell everyone that a human being is a body, and ONLY a body. They also tell everyone that their ability and awareness comes from their brain – which is a piece of meat inside the skull that conducts electrical messages from YOU, the spirit, to the rest of the body.
Now that you are living outside of a body, it is obvious that government psychiatry is a scam and a criminal activity. It has nothing to do with spirits, except to disable and destroy them.
In the movie, the “therapy” for Harvey’s buddy Elwood was to give him psychiatric pharmaceutical drugs which would make him come to his “senses” and make him “see reality”. “Seeing reality” means you are “cured” of your “delusions”, i.e. of having a friend like Harvey.
Fortunately, Harvey and Elwood were able to escape from the psychiatric drug pushers and lived happily ever after as best friends.
Unfortunately, millions of children and adults on Earth are not so lucky. In the US millions of kids are given Ritalin and millions of adults are given antidepressant drugs to help them “see reality”, i.e. become a mindless robot without any ability to imagine or create their own reality.
Of course, the reason these people are depressed to being with is because they have already seen too much of reality.”
FOOTNOTE:
[i] Origins of the Pooka began a few thousand years back, the Pooka was originally a central European god known as the Boga, a nature god similar to the Greeks’ Pan.
Some etymologists claim that the Slavic word Bog was derived from Boga. Bog of course, is the Slavic name for the Almighty, and is the predecessor of the English word God.
You might find it amusing to tell your
Christian friends that every time they invoke the name of God, they are, in fact, praying to a great horny rabbit. The Púca (also Pooka, Phouka, Púka, Glashtyn, Gruagach) is a creature of Irish and Welsh myth.
It is one of the myriad of fairy folk, and, like many fairy folk, is both respected and feared by those who believe in it. According to legend, the Púca is an adroit shape changer, capable of assuming a variety of terrifying forms. It may appear as an eagle or as a large black goat (its name is a cognate of the early
Irish ‘poc’, ‘a male goat’ and it lends its name to Puck, the goat-footed satyr made famous in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream), but it most commonly takes the form of a sleek black horse with a flowing mane an glowing yellow eyes. The Púca is considered by many to be the most terrifying of all the creatures of faery. Not the slightest reason is its appearance, but it is its powers that are most feared.
It is said to waylay travelers and others about at night, and if it is able to toss them onto its back, it will, at very least, provide them with the ride of their lives, from which they will return forever changed. A similar creature, the Aughisky (Water-horse), will allow itself to be saddled and ridden, but if it is ever taken next to a river or pond, it will carry its hapless rider into the water and rip him to pieces.
The Púca has the power of human speech, and has been said to call those it feels have slighted or offended it out of their homes for a ride. If they fail to appear, it will tear down fences, scatter livestock, and create general mayhem. Certain agricultural traditions surround the Púca. It is a creature associated with Samhain, the third Pagan (Celtic, Wiccan)
Harvest Festival, when the last of the crops is brought in. Anything remaining in the fields is considered “puka,” or fairy-blasted, and hence inedible. In some locales, reapers leave a small share of the crop, the “púca’s share,” to placate the hungry creature. Nonetheless, November Day (November 1) is the Púca’s day, and the one day of the year when it can be expected to behave civilly. In some regions, the Púca is spoken of with considerably more respect than fear; if treated with due deference, it may actually be beneficial to those who encounter it. The Púca is a creature of the mountains and hills, and in those regions there are stories of it appearing on November Day and providing prophecies and warnings to those who consult it.
At the beginning of the 21st century, the Púca has succumbed to the disembowelment which has been the fate of so many other powerful mythological creatures. Contemporary media have reduced it to a harmless, shy, and slightly demented garden-gnomish weevil eater.
AS WE ARE
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June 11, 2021
A CHANGE OF WORLDS
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“…the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.”
— Attributed to a speech given by Chief Seattle in January 1854
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from the Introduction to Chapter IX of the book PAN – GOD OF THE WOODS, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Colby Jack Mac and Cheese Pie With a Bacon Crust
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HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED KILLING YOURSELF WITH YOUR TASTE BUDS? HERE’S A GUARANTEED WAY TO DIE WITH A SMILE ON YOUR TONGUE!
CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO SEE HOW IT’S DONE:
