Lawrence R. Spencer's Blog, page 498
February 15, 2015
AS TIME GOES BY
“The world will always welcome lovers….. As Time Goes By …..”. (click to play the song while you read the story)
A sad and sensuous melody wafts in from the Really Old Oldies Station playing on the radio in the bedroom. The classic melody melts into the candlelight and steam above my sunken penthouse bathtub hidden in the clouds of a Big City Skyline.
Amber tendrils of her dripping hair draw arabesques on golden skin along the supple curves of her torso. Eyes half-closed, pouting mouth, she tosses her head toward me with a gaze that would light wet firewood. There is nothing in the world but her and me.
Lifting a leg above the water, she rests her foot on my shoulder, stroking my hair and neck, tickling my ear with her pinkly painted toes. She makes me smile idiotically, yes, please-do-it-ically. I tilt my head to meet her foot with a submissive animal twitch that lets her know she’s my master.
Her leg bends slightly. A rivulet runs down her leg, melting into the canyon between her thighs. Her heel nestles next to my throat as she massages my temple with her toe. I lift my hand out of the suds to blow her a bubbly kiss. My eyes follow the ruffled waves as they ripple on the shores of her ample, island breasts. Tiny bubbles swirl and burst beneath her nipples like a tiny, iridescent fireworks show.
Slowly her caresses shift, her slick skin slithers on mine, the tip of her toe traces my chin, the contour of my lips. My eyes loose focus as I submerge myself in sensuousness. I nibble at her perfect toes, tickling with my tongue. She giggles, then laughs out loud. That sound! If it was food, I’d gain a hundred pounds!
“Oh, baby…” My voice is a horse whisper. She whinnies and lets her arching foot slide down my pecs. Her toes dig into my skin, her sole rests on the wild pounding in my chest — she can feel it! Very still, she listens to my heart with her delicious toes. It’s pumping! Out of control, like some menacing machine! We both know where the blood is going now…Shadow, I love you. 
She bites her lower lip. Her breathing quickens. Like a female Captain Ahab, she lowers her boat urgently into the bubble bath scented waves to hunt for the great, white sperm whale.
“Oh yeah, baby. Lower away!”, I say, urging her on.
As the keel of Shadow’s boat rides on the waves of our passion, I hear, in the back of my mind, the voice of Gregory Peck intoning Herman Melville’s immortal words:
“The whale, the whale! Up helm, up helm! Oh, all ye sweet powers of air, now hug me close! Steady! helmsman, steady. Nay, nay! Up helm again! He turns to meet us! Oh, his unappeasable brow drives on towards one, whose duty tells him he cannot depart. My God, stand by me now!”
The perfumed waves mount into a frothing tempest and splash onto the bathroom floor. My Moby Dick rams and hoists the shuddering bow of her sensuous ship until her timbers creak and moan, and then explode, giving way to screams!…the same, impassioned screams that have summoned the wandering souls of humanity into the next generation of baby bodies since the Omniscient Creator orchestrated the first primordial conception of homo sapiens in the dim mists of…
“Bbrrrrriiiing! Bbrrrrriiiing!”
I opened one eye slowly and carefully lurched my aching head up off my desk. Oh, (Bleep)! I was dreaming again! A very moist dream. For the third time this week I’d fallen asleep in front of my computer monitor. I felt like “Johnny Dollar, PI”, in the old radio program I used to listen to when I was a kid, except for the fact that he had an expense account because he worked as a claims investigator for some big insurance company.
I have a lot of expenses, but I didn’t have any accounts. Every time Johnny walked around a corner somebody hit him on the back of the head and knocked him out. He spent all of his time trying to figure out who did it and why. Usually, it was because of some women he was mixed up with. You think he would have learned to stay away from corners.
“Bbrrrrriiiing! Bbrrrrriiiing!”
The (bleeping) phone was still ringing! My answering machine picked up the call. I heard my cleverly conceived marketing message start to play as I looked foggily at the sign painted on the opaque glass of my office door:
The Un-existential Detective Agency of America (T.U.D.A.A.) !
“We dig up the truth for you”
SAM SHOVEL – Proprietor and Public Dick”
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Excerpt from Chapter One of THE BIG BLEEP, a novel by Lawrence R. Spencer
February 14, 2015
February 13, 2015
CIA MIND POWER
Eric Arthur Blair (25 June 1903 – 21 January 1950), who used the pen name George Orwell, was an English novelist, essayist, journalist and critic. His work is marked by lucid prose, awareness of social injustice, opposition to totalitarianism, and commitment to democratic socialism. Commonly ranked as one of the most influential 20th century English writers and chroniclers of English culture. Orwell wrote literary criticism, poetry, fiction, and polemical journalism. He is best known for the dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949) and the allegorical novella Animal Farm (1945).
Orwell’s work continues to influence popular and political culture, and the term Orwellian—descriptive of totalitarian or authoritarian social practices—has entered the language together with several of his neologisms, including cold war, Big Brother, Thought Police, Room 101, doublethink, and thoughtcrime. (Source: Wikipedia)
Orwell’s book Animal Farm was became the most famous British animated film ever made. This film was in fact financed by the American CIA in an effort to encourage a negative view of the Soviet Union. In 1951, using American taxpayer dollars, the CIA’s Office of Policy Coordination carried out obtaining the rights to the book from Sonia Orwell, the author’s widow, in an operation run by future Watergate criminal E. Howard Hunt. Two members of the Psychological Warfare Workshop staff who were working in undercover in Hollywood made the arrangements. To thank Mrs. Orwell, the CIA arranged for her to meet actor Clark Gable.
February 12, 2015
HOW WINGS ARE ATTACHED TO THE BACKS OF ANGELS
The main protagonist of this short, surreal film is a man obsessed with control. In an automated world drained of all emotion, he is tortured by vague longings. Will he transcend his obsessions, fears and mortality?
How Wings Are Attached to the Backs of Angels by Craig Welch
February 11, 2015
UNTOUCHABLE
“…the “Old Empire” has been using Earth as a “prison planet” for a very long time — exactly how long is unknown — perhaps millions of years. So, when the body of the IS-BE dies they depart from the body. They are detected by the “force screen”, they are captured and “ordered” by hypnotic command to “return to the light”. The idea of “heaven” and the “afterlife” are part of the hypnotic suggestion — a part of the treachery that makes the whole mechanism work.
After the IS-BE has been shocked and hypnotized to erase the memory of the life just lived, the IS-BE is immediately “commanded”, hypnotically, to “report” back to Earth, as though they were on a secret mission, to inhabit a new body. Each IS-BE is told that they have a special purpose for being on Earth. But, of course there is no purpose for being in a prison — at least not for the prisoner.
Any undesirable IS-BEs who are sentenced to Earth were classified as “untouchable” by the “Old Empire”. This included anyone that the “Old Empire” judged to be criminals who are too vicious to be reformed or subdued, as well as other criminals such as sexual perverts, or beings unwilling to do any productive work.
An “untouchable” classification of IS-BEs also includes a wide variety of “political prisoners”. This includes IS-BEs who are considered to be noncompliant “freethinkers” or “revolutionaries” who make trouble for the governments of the various planets of the “Old Empire”. Of course, anyone with a previous military record against the “Old Empire” is also shipped off to Earth. A list of “untouchables” include artists, painters, singers, musicians, writers, actors, and performers of every kind. For this reason Earth has more artists per capita than any other planet in the “Old Empire”.
“Untouchables” also include intellectuals, inventors and geniuses in almost every field. Since everything the “Old Empire” considers valuable has long since been invented or created over the last few trillion years, they have no further use for such beings. This includes skilled managers also, which are not needed in a society of obedient, robotic citizens.
Anyone who is not willing or able to submit to mindless economic, political and religious servitude as a tax-paying worker in the class system of the “Old Empire” are “untouchable” and sentenced to receive memory wipe-out and permanent imprisonment on Earth.The net result is that an IS-BE is unable to escape because they can’t remember who they are, where they came from, where they are. They have been hypnotized to think they are someone, something, sometime, and somewhere other than where they really are.”
~ Excerpt from the Top Secret interviews with the pilot of the Roswelll UFO, 1947 published in the book ALIEN INTERVIEW
February 10, 2015
LIGHT SPEED ISN’T SO FAST
( THIS IS BLOG POST NUMBER 2,222 ON LAWRENCERSPENCER.COM ! )
In our terrestrial view of things, the speed of light seems incredibly fast. But as soon as you view it against the vast distances of the universe, it’s unfortunately very slow. This animation illustrates, in real time, the journey of a photon of light emitted from the surface of the sun and traveling across a portion of the solar system, from a human perspective.
However, if you travel at the SPEED OF THOUGHT you can cross the void of space in an INSTANT! For example: get the idea very clearly in your mind that you are ON the Moon and viola! you are there!! There is no speed or time or distance involved. Obviously, your body is not on the moon with you. But, we don’t THINK with our body. We think with our minds, which is not our body, or brain. It’s just YOU thinking…..
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Design & Animation: Alphonse Swinehart / http://aswinehart.com
February 9, 2015
OMNIMAT
“All-Mother is a philosophy in which the behavior or conduct of an individual and groups of IS-BEs* is adjudicated based on the logical premise that in order to sustain optimum freedom, order and serenity for all IS-BEs, each IS-BE must serve all IS-BEs. (*IS-BE = Immortal Spiritual Beings, which includes human beings)
This premise is not intended to eliminate disagreements between IS-BEs, but to mitigate destruction or chaotic behavior between them.
“All-Mother” assures the inherent right of an individual IS-BE to approach, depart from, or not interact, with other IS-BEs while maintaining an optimum serenity.
The purpose of The Domain is to defend the right of an individual or group of IS-BEs to create a universe, or not, at their own discretion.
It has been observed that when responsibility for maintaining organization within the co-created universe shared by all IS-BEs is not defended and preserved, each individual IS-BE is deprived of the freedom assured by the power of a collaborative, creative will and combined power.
The Omniscient and Omnipotent Matriarch (abbrev: Omnimat) is an IS-BE who acts as magistrate of The Domain.
Through preeminent power, wisdom and benevolence, Omnimat supervises and enforces the principle of All-Mother within The Domain.
Omnimat does not create, destroy or alter universes.
Omnimat may, or may not, enforce penalties or restrictions upon IS-BEs when violations of the principle of All-Mother occur within The Domain.
The discretion and judgment of Omnimat are inviolate.
Omnimat enforces all judgments.
To the degree that IS-BEs of The Domain do not need or desire admiration, and are not compelled to “play” a game at all times, the power, stability and serenity of The Domain remains relatively stable, when compared to the physical universe.
(The physical universe is, by definition, an infinite, icy void cluttered with random sources of savage energy combined with mindless chunks of matter. The massive and chaotic construction of the physical universe is utterly antipathetic to the spiritual “nothingness” which is the intelligent source of life forms and of universes.)”
— Excerpt from the book, DOMAIN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE RESCUE MISSION, by Lawrence R. Spencer
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February 8, 2015
A SCIENTIFIC VIEW OF BENEVOLENCE
One of the “media whores” of the New World Order “scientific” community is Neil deGrasse Tyson. He is a talking head for the Fascist US President George W. Bush and The Military-Corporate-Private Banker-Oil Company-Congressional Complex Media. Tyson has argued that many great historical scientists’ belief in intelligent design limited their scientific inquiries, to the detriment of the advance of scientific knowledge. He appoints himself as an “authority” on “the spirituality of science” in his essay, “The Perimeter of Ignorance” and other “anti-spirit” propaganda pieces that support and justify the financial agendas of the 1%.
In plain English, he preaches the doctrine which “proves scientifically” that the entire universe is nothing more than a infinite void of brutality, devoid of Intelligence, Love and Kindness. The so-called “sciences” of Earth are allergic to the existence of Spiritual Beings who are the ONLY source of Benevolence in any universe. Neil and his media whore peers try to sell us on THE RELIGION OF SCIENCE with “theories” and “experiments” that are in FACT nothing more than justifications for financial control, legalized murder (war), social chaos, and Weapons of Mass Destruction! In actual FACT, the Religion of Science is DEATH! (atomic bombs, armaments, HAARP, biological weapons, chem-trails, mind control, taxes and criminal corporations, political puppetry, et. al. notwithstanding).
Personally, I am not a proponent of ANY “religion”, including the Religion of Science or any “ism” or “ology”, doctrine, dogma and demigod. However, I know, with certainty, that no “scientist” can detect, measure or perceive BENEVOLENCE with a microscope. telescope, stethoscope, oscilloscope or any other “scientific” apparatus.
Benevolence does not exist in the physical universe. It is Created and Perceived by you and me as Spiritual Beings: The Source of Benevolence.
— Lawrence R. Spencer. 2015.
February 7, 2015
THE FAULT OF BIRTH
Thomas Edward Lawrence (16 August 1888 – 19 May 1935) was an archaeologist and British Army officer renowned especially for his liaison role during the Sinai and Palestine Campaign, and the Arab Revolt against Ottoman Turkish rule of 1916–18. The breadth and variety of his activities and associations, and his ability to describe them vividly in writing, earned him international fame as Lawrence of Arabia, a title which was later used for the 1962 film based on his First World War activities.
Lawrence was born out of wedlock in Tremadog, Wales, in August 1888 to Sir Thomas Chapman and Sarah Junner, a governess who was herself illegitimate. Chapman had left his wife and first family in Ireland to live with Junner, and they called themselves Mr and Mrs Lawrence. In the summer of 1896 the Lawrences moved to Oxford, where in 1907–10 young Lawrence studied History and graduated with First Class Honors.
He became a practicing archaeologist in the Middle East, working at various excavations with David George Hogarth and Leonard Woolley. In 1908, he joined the Oxford University Officers’ Training Corps and underwent a two-year training course. In January 1914, before the outbreak of the Great War, Lawrence was commissioned by the British Army to undertake a military survey of the Negev Desert while doing archaeological research.
Lawrence’s public image resulted in part from the sensationalized reportage of the Arab revolt by an American journalist, Lowell Thomas, as well as from Lawrence’s autobiographical account Seven Pillars of Wisdom (1922). In 1935, Lawrence was fatally injured in a motorcycle accident. Lawrence was portrayed by Peter O’Toole in the 1962 film Lawrence of Arabia.
READ MORE ABOUT THE LIFE OF T.E. LAWRENCER (A.K.A. “Lawrence of Arabia”)
February 6, 2015
ROOT OF ALL EVIL
“Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards; that evil spreads.
This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.”
~ Soren Kierkegaard ~
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Søren Aabye Kierkegaard (5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. He wrote critical texts on organized religion, Christendom, morality, ethics, psychology and the philosophy of religion, displaying a fondness for metaphor, irony and parables. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a “single individual”, giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment.
