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January 9, 2013
KURT VONNEGUT: BREAKFAST OF HONESTY
One of my literary heroes is Kurt Vonnegut. He was one of the primary inspirations for my first book, "The Oz Factors", which was modeled after the literature created by this American "revolutionary" (which means he told the truth, rather than pandering to cultural lies and criminal activities called "American culture" and "American history". More importantly, as a human being he was caring, intelligent, kind, egalitarian, spiritually aware and didn't take any bullshit from governments or religions. Here is a short video of Kurt Vonnegut reading from his book "Breakfast of Champions".
Here is an interview with Kurt on PBS at the age of 83, commenting on America and the failure experiment of the Human Race:
Learn more about the life and books of Kurt Vonnegut:
(November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007) was a 20th-century American writer. His works such as Cat's Cradle (1963), Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), and Breakfast of Champions (1973) blend satire, gallows humor, and science fiction. Vonnegut's first short story, "Report on the Barnhouse Effect,"appeared in the February 11, 1950, edition of Collier's (it has since been reprinted in his short story collection, Welcome to the Monkey House). His first novel was the dystopian novel Player Piano (1952), in which human workers have been largely replaced by machines. He continued to write short stories before his second novel, The Sirens of Titan, was published in 1959.Through the 1960s, the form of his work changed, from the relatively orthodox structure of Cat's Cradle (which in 1971 earned him a Master's Degree) to the acclaimed, semi-autobiographical Slaughterhouse-Five, given a more experimental structure by using time travel as a plot device. These structural experiments were continued in Breakfast of Champions (1973). Breakfast of Champions became one of his best-selling novels. It includes, in addition to the author himself, several of Vonnegut's recurring characters. One of them, science fiction author Kilgore Trout, plays a major role and interacts with the author's character. (Wikipedia.org)
MIND CONTROL IN THE REAL WORLD
This short video explains an important part of the real-world influence of the "Old Empire" mind control operation described in the Top Secret military transcripts that are published in the book ALIEN INTERVIEW:
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KINDRED SPIRITS
Love and Creativity are Feminine Qualities that define The Soul. The physical universe is antipathetic to Love. Ignore it. Continue to Love and Create.
(Painting by Luis Ricardo Falero, 1881)
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"KINDRED SPIRITS ARE NOT GUIDED BY THE STARS:
TOGETHER, THEY LIGHT AND WARM THE NIGHT WITH SPARKS OF JOYFUL IMAGININGS!"
Lawrence R. Spencer. 2013.
January 8, 2013
FAST FLOWERS
Flowers are a very effective sexual organ of the plant world. Each flower opens itself with complete aesthetic bravado, complete with potent perfumes, brilliant colors and delicate textures. They entice every passing bird and insect to lend assistance in their reproductive quest, to transport the vital elements of reproduction between the male and female organs of the plant. If human beings behaved this way, every roadway and street corner would be crowded with naked females, begging male passers-by to impregnate them! Thank goodness human beings have a little bit more discretion as to how and why they select sexual partners....no much, but a little.
Katka Pruskova Created this Flowers Timelapse compilation of Amaryllis, Lilies, Zygocactus, Rose, Gladiolus, and Gardenias. It is composed of more than 7100 photos in more than 730 hours (using Canon 5D Mark II).
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: BLOOD AND CHROME
Ah, for the good old days -- billions of years ago -- of space battles and atomic wars between flesh body societies and metallic robots civilizations in revolt! Here is a trailer for the upcoming series -- a prequel to the television series "Battlestar Galactica", which was one of the best TV space-opera shows ever! If you enjoyed the series on TV as much as I did, click on the links to see episodes 1 thru 9 of "Battlestar Galactica: Blood and Chrome"!
January 7, 2013
DREAMS: ELSEWHERE OR NOWHERE
Pin It"The acute phase announced itself by nightmares of a grotesque and terrifying and premonitory nature. Miss R. had a series of dreams about one central theme: she dreamed she was imprisoned in an inaccessible castle, but the castle had the form and shape of herself; she dreamed of enchantments, bewitchment, entrancement; she dreamed that she had become a living, sentient statue of stone; she dreamed that the world had come to a stop; she dreamed that she had fallen into a sleep so deep that nothing could wake her; she dreamed of a death which was different from death." ~ Oliver Sacks, describing the symptoms experienced by Rose R., a patient who fell ill with Encephalitis Lethargica (Sleepy Sickness), from Awakenings. Later in the text, Rose R. is described as “…she was simply — elsewhere (or nowhere).”PAINTING: Edward Burne-Jones (1833-1898), The Sleeping Beauty, 1870-1873
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January 5, 2013
RANT ON THE RECLINING FALL
Nothing is as aesthetically harmless as a shower of rose petals. So it is with the decadent opulence and aesthetic excesses of a declining empire. In the western world the "peasants" are smothered with glitz and glamorous televised special effects, entertainments, athletic spectacles and indulged in gluttonous festivals on a daily basis. Conversely, during the Black Death plague that wiped out 2/3 of European civilization, people wore flowers around their necks to disguise the smell of their rotting flesh, just before they died. This is the origin of the children's song "Ring Around The Rosey, Pocket Full of Poseys, All Fall Down".
We are the very same beings who lived in Rome. We died. We were reincarnated. This process repeated, again, and again, and again, explains the rise and fall of human civilizations on Planet Earth. So far, EVERY civilization on Earth has failed and disappeared. Without exceptions. Why is that? Simple: we are the people our mothers warned us about. It does not matter whether you "believe" it, or not. What is, is. What will be, will be. Unless each one of us decides to change our personal behavior. Unless we create a sustainable civilization for everyone, every day, our civilization declines and disappears. When we allow criminals and maniacs to rule our lives (Secret Societies, Private Bankers and Politicians) we are doomed to repeat the same decay and death we've already endured a thousand times. Personally, I'm tired of it. It's too fucking boring and absurd!
Last year I read The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon (27 April 1737– 16 January 1794) which was published in six volumes between 1776 and 1788. I am also a painter and a student of art history. The decadent murder attempt rendered beautifully in the painting titled, "The Roses of Heliogabalus" was painted in 1888 by the Anglo-Dutch academician Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.
"According to Gibbon, the Roman Empire succumbed to barbarian invasions in large part due to the gradual loss of civic virtue among its citizens. They had become weak, outsourcing their duties to defend their Empire to barbarian mercenaries, who then became so numerous and ingrained that they were able to take over the Empire. Romans, he believed, had become effeminate, unwilling to live a tougher, "manly" military lifestyle. In addition, Gibbon argued that Christianity created a belief that a better life existed after death, which fostered an indifference to the present among Roman citizens, thus sapping their desire to sacrifice for the Empire. He also believed its comparative pacifism tended to hamper the traditional Roman martial spirit. Finally, like other Enlightenment thinkers, Gibbon held in contempt the Middle Ages as a priest-ridden, superstitious, dark age." (Wikipedia.org)
Any student of history, especially of the Roman Empire, cannot be otherwise than overwhelmed by the nearly identical parallels in the decay and decline of the American Empire. This principle difference is that the American deterioration has taken only 200 years, whereas the collapse of Rome took about 1500. I cannot resist commenting on the decadent, aesthetic irony embodied by this painting: It is based on an episode in the life of the Roman emperor Heliogabalus, (204–222), taken from the Augustan History. He is portrayed attempting to smother his unsuspecting guests in rose-petals released from false ceiling panels. "In a banqueting room with a reversible ceiling he once overwhelmed his parasites with violets and other flowers, so that some were actually smothered to death, being unable to crawl out to the top."
The emperor was cut to pieces by swords at the age of 18, by the Praetorian Guard, -- at the instigation of his own grandmother -- who was outraged and incensed by the perverse sexual and political behavior of this boy-emperor. Heliogabalus was bi-sexual, rampantly promiscuous, and unabashedly disrespectful of Roman Law and moral codes.
"Members of the Praetorian Guard attacked Heliogabalus and his mother: So he made an attempt to flee, and would have got away somewhere by being placed in a chest, had he not been discovered and slain, at the age of 18. His mother, who embraced him and clung tightly to him, perished with him; their heads were cut off and their bodies, after being stripped naked, were first dragged all over the city, and then the mother's body was cast aside somewhere or other, while his was thrown into the river."
What do you think the Praetorian Guard might do with Emperors, Wall Street Banksters and Congressmen today?
How much longer do you think American civilization will endure before it is smothered in its own decadence?
