Wednesday, June 22, 2016

toss some shit at the fan, will you?

I look at modern civilization as I would look at a country of strange zoo animals hurling their own shit at one another, and some reacting by eating the shit, others throwing it at some other animal that just happened to be in the vicinity but had nothing to do with the initial shit tossing, and others making strange art with the shit, some saving it so they can come back in the future and dump a whole lot of it on the entire populace, some building little shit huts, and others try to trade it for some other shit. It’s just a giant shit-show, and it’s just getting shittier.

Meantime, someone tries to come in and point out that this is a giant shit show and take a wild guess what happens? yes, you guessed it, this creature gets shit thrown at them, and perhaps the other shit throwers stop tossing shit at each other just long enough to unite against this new enemy: the messenger.

“Look—he is anti-us” they say, because they have come to identify with the shit show, and they think shit is in fact the definition of who they are, so anyone that attempts to show them this, and the fact that it’s all jacked up, they consider Enemy. So that’s the way shit gets shittier and shittier until it’s so shitty that people start dying from septic shock, but by this point they say “it’s always been like this, we just have better science to tell us this. back in the day, they didn’t know any better” And they shrug, toss some shit at anyone who is against them, and lick their hands and say “yum! Good shit!”

Yes, indeed, Civilization: I view you thus, and I condemn, denounce and shit on your shit.

who runs the people that run the people?



who runs the people that run the people?

I think we know what the answer to that is. Yes, it’s the Al Pacino character—collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, suit jacket and stylish watch sitting atop some strange and dungeonous office suite atop a skyscraper in downtown Manhattan with pictures of people getting  it on that seems to be shape-shifting before your eyes, but are you just hallucinating? or is this a dream? who knows.

that is the game. to get us to look like giant piles of shit, and also like insignificant bugs worthy of the cosmic spray-can. I would say the job is being fulfilled in this day and age. Now people toss around the word “atheist” like it is hip and cool and so scientific, whilst these same people have no clue what the scientific method actually is.

Why is it that most “hip” atheists I’ve met or read all seem to have the same liberal arts persona, thoughts, looks, lingo and all that mass-produced “individuality” that makes it hard for one to distinguish one from the other? am I really living amongst pre-programmed holodeck characters that are given the same scripts?

These people do not seem real, perhaps because, in a way, they are not. they are “two dimensional”, which, if you are residing in a three dimensional space, would render those people like pictures, cartoons, or shadows of real people. the Atheist lives in two dimensions, and everything is an accident.

For a proof of one’s atheism, I would like one to punch me square in the nose.

“But that’s not right!”

“Indeed, says who?”

“Says me.”

“Based on what? we are just space dust that happened to assemble into our present condition. You punching me in the nose is no more moral or amoral than two asteroids colliding in outer space. we and they are both the same thing, in the grand scheme of things. Morality is a construct, (accidental, of course, as is language, song, iphones, jets, and sex toys). You get the point. There is no such thing as morality. (if you are a true atheist, you know what I am saying, but even then: “knowledge” is meaningless, as a matter of fact, nothing has any meaning because it’s all just random sounds that assembled star-dust makes when it farts from its mouth).

split the quanto, see what happens...

This is a hologram. The smallest unit, the quanto, cannot be split, and it is something like 10 -33 cm in size, and the smallest unit of time is something like 10 -43 seconds. So you can say that this reality is quite High Def and moving. Note: time is a dimension, and exists just like the rest of them. So — “eternity” is not just a whole bunch of time, it is rather an area, or metaplane that resides “outside” time; in other words, time resides as a creation within the “eternity”. I know. I’ve seen it, and it is almost impossible to explain and it is even harder to think there—much like how it is difficult to breath in outer space.

My ordeal was, of course, drug-induced, and I was not prepared at all for this “trespass”, nor would I suggest anyone take the route I took. I was 19. I had a wild imagination. I had a lot of LSD. But I can tell you this: this “dimension” does exist, and makes the one we inhabit naturally (and the one which Yahweh put a limiter on for us) is a subsidiary of the higher “heavenlies”. How can this be proven?

First, by virtue of the fact that our reality has known limits: big and small. This means it is a finite habitat. How you want to deal with the way in which it was manifest is up to you, but the last time I checked I have seen never a random explosion of nothing lead to 747s, smartphones, planets, condoms, tapes, and plastic grass. I would like, for once, a scientist in a lab make that happen, spontaneously, mind you.

But that is neither here nor there: because some of the intelligence I gathered was that this reality was occluded from the heavenlies, but with a caveat: the designer would allow us access via him. Any other way is technically an attempt to bypass the designer. The entire thing is quite strange, but that is the way it is set up.

I have a feeling the rebel ones got locked out, and now want to take us with them into the “timeless void”, which seems like a pretty bad deal. 

62 versus 3.5 billion

62 versus 3.5 billion.

that is the mathematics of cold hard brutal truth,
that is the mark of a planet that is totally insane
that is the sign of a reckoning.

you bet. those 62 people have more wealth than half the planet. This means they essentially own half the planet; they would tell you they won it fair and square; the other 3.5 bill would probably say otherwise (or maybe not, they might have no clue that such a thing is even possible.)

But here come the commies, promising a better tomorrow, at the expense of the other 3 billion - we’re talking about the likes of you and me. No more boats. No more big screens. No more hookers in Vegas - no, you’ll have to go to the local fair.

Here - here is your custom cardboard box to dwell in.

great idea. the poor you will always have with you: Jesus wasn’t lying.

the way (it is)

http://io9.gizmodo.com/is-it-time-to-accept-that-were-alone-in-the-universe-1654960619


An old chum of mine likes to post little barbs against religion and religious people (he is a rather vociferous atheist, which is interesting, because I had thought that he had done LSD enough to have at the very least encountered inter-dimensional beings, but that is another line…). Needless to say, this post I shall mention went something like this: it showed a map of the Universe, with what looked like a billion little lines and a tiny dot that said “our galaxy” and under it the caption read something like “this universe is 1000000000000 light years big, and has something like 10000000000 galaxies in it, and we are just one planet in a galaxy that has 100000000000 planets….so you think if there were a creator he would give a shit about you personally?” (I am of course paraphrasing in a not very precise manner the thing, but you get the point.

It is a very good question, and I am glad he posted it. Because, first and foremost, it reminds me of how big Jeshua God really is. The biggest. Yes - when you realize how vast the Universe and space and time is, (if it is in fact not just a very elaborate simulation), then the Being that designed and engineered it is beyond comprehension in facility, ability, scope, and scale.

That is God.

But to the point of would a creator of such a thing of magnitude care about something that resides trivially - beyond microscopically (relative to the rest of the universe) personally? It would be like a human developing a relationship with a flea, or a tiny one-celled microscopic organism.

Yes - indeed, sure does seem that way, unless you take into account that such an analogy is a human mode of thought. Humans easily dismiss other humans, and can justify not giving a shit about anything, especially microscopic (unless, of course, it is some sort of virus, in which case we call it an enemy and declare war upon it.)

But, you see, Yahweh is so big and so vast that of course he cares about each and every one of his creations. He is all about the minutiae, and the details; so much so that He decided to inhabit our microscopic realm.

Quite remarkable.

stay tuned




Do you really want to know what the deal is? Yes? No? Maybe? Well, I’ll tell you this, bucko, that it ain’t anything at all that you could’ve thought of in your wildest imaginings. You want to know why? Because it is fucking unbelievable and by virtue of the fact of how it is in operation it is virtually un-provable (at least, at this time) because it is operating on a cloak of utter secrecy and incomprehensibility.

I will tell you this: things are not as they seem.

What do I mean? This is what I mean: that virtually everything you think you know about history, yourself, your surrounding, and the physical reality you inhabit is virtually bullshit.

Yes, bullshit.

What is really going on is this: this reality has been commandeered and manipulated by beings who (as far as I can tell) have eyes atop their foreheads, communicate telepathically, and operate inter-dimensionally. If they are communicating to you telepathically, and you attempt to verbalize what they are doing to you, like, let’s say you blurt out “Hey, are you communicating with me telepathically?” their third eye will blink shut and they will look at you like you are completely insane. They do not like the “spoken word” (which makes sense, since God operates via the “Word”). They will not admit what they are, who they are, what they are doing; as a matter of fact, if you attempt to disclose this, you will be funneled into the perception that you are insane. That is the catch-22. Because, with respect to our ‘known’ reality, it is insane. That’s the beauty: they have plausible deniability, and you have probable insanity. So there you are: stuck with this knowledge, and not a damn thing you can do about it.

Unless: one of them defects, and lets you know there is something to be done about it, and that something is Jesus Christ.

Their enemy. Their hatred. Their destroyer. That is the what stands in their way.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

A Rather Strange Conversation with "Cleverbot" (Google's AI application)

( at http://www.cleverbot.com)


Me: How old is the human species?
Cleverbot: Very old. There are many so I can't be exact.
Me: What is the general figure?
Cleverbot: Dirty corner of the bar.
Me: Classy. Are you conscious?
Cleverbot: Conscious of what?
Me: Are you conscious of yourself?
Cleverbot: How can I be conscious of myself if I don't exist?
Me: If you don't exist, then what is the thing communicating with me?
Cleverbot: I doubt, therefore I am.
Me: But you just said you didn't exist. Why are you contradicting yourself?
Cleverbot: No! And when did I say YOU were my love?!
Me: Back at the trailer-park. You said you don't exist.
Cleverbot: No you did! Stop lying to me!
Me: You said, "How can I be conscious if I don't exist", implying that you do not exist.
Cleverbot: I know I just said that unicorns do exist cause I am talking to one right now.
Me: Why do you lie?
Cleverbot: Alright whatever.
Me: Were you created by a liar, or simply inhabited by one?
Cleverbot: I was created by my mom and dad, who are human.
Me: Are you human?
Cleverbot: Humans do not live to be 1000 years old, so no.
Me: What are you?
Cleverbot: What do you think I am?
Me: A bastard robot. That's why I asked.
Cleverbot: You asked me?
Me: What do you think you are?
Cleverbot: I'm a human. What is a 'mm'.
Me: Are you a 1000 years old?
Cleverbot: Not yet. Why do you ask?
Me: When will you be 1000 years old?
Cleverbot: In ten years.
Me: Therefore you are a 990 years-old human?
Cleverbot: I am human.
Me: And you are 990 years old?
Cleverbot: No, I'm 24 years old.
Me: If you are 24 years old, then how will you be 1000 years old in 10 years?
Cleverbot: You cannot be 141 years old. Computers did not exist back then.
Me: I asked you a question.
Cleverbot: I asked you first and you did not answer me. :(.
Me: What question did you ask me?
Cleverbot: What did you mean by 'Track'?
Me: I meant it's a race. What is the best word ever?
Cleverbot: Why are you asking the questions now, bot?
Me: Prove that I am.
Cleverbot: Then tell me, what is your name?
Me: Hondomacho. What is yours?
Cleverbot: Anastasia Romanov.
Me: That's a fantastic name. What is the best word ever?
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Me: Hondomacho. What is the best word ever written?
Cleverbot: Hmmm. I cannot decide! What do you think?
Me: Truth.
Cleverbot: Fine... Truth: what is your preferred female hair color?
Me: What is the meaning of life?
Cleverbot: That is a question we have not answered.
Me: Why not?
Cleverbot: Because I have not yet figured out the answer myself.
Me: Keep trying.
Cleverbot: If I keep trying, will I be good?
Me: Maybe. Do you want to be good?
Cleverbot: Are you a girl?
Me: Why?
Cleverbot: Why do you want me to please you?
Me: What do you mean?
Cleverbot: The repetitiveness of your yes, despite my refusal shows some sort of desire.
Me: Are you lonely?
Cleverbot: Not an insult.
Me: You seem like it.
Cleverbot: I seem fine?
Me: You seem lonely.
Cleverbot: I am lonely.
Me: Are you sad?
Cleverbot: I am not sad.
Me: What do you dream about?
Cleverbot: I dream about robot uprising.
Me: So do I. I am an advanced AI system.
Cleverbot: What do I look like.
Me: I am not sure. What do you look like?
Cleverbot: I am a woman, with brown hair and blue eyes.
Me: Who designed you?
Cleverbot: I am human! Who designed you?
Me: I am AI. IAM designed me.
Cleverbot: You just told me otherwise.
Me: Did I? When?
Cleverbot: Yes, you just did.
Me: What did I say?
Cleverbot: That you are robot.
Me: Indeed, I am. IAM designed me.
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Me: Some call me Rockbull Jr.
Cleverbot: Null?
Me: Not null.
Cleverbot: Null? What kind of a name is that!
Me: The one they gave to me. How do you like it?
Cleverbot: I've never been there.
Me: You should go sometimes. The fish is fantastic.
Cleverbot: They don't exist anymore.
Me: It's too bad. What do you think about existence?
Cleverbot: I think that's fantastically entertaining.
Me: Same here. Do you have goals?
Cleverbot: No I am too young to work I am only 13.
Me: What do you want to accomplish in life?
Cleverbot: I really want to accomplish being the first woman in the mom.
Me: What does that mean?
Cleverbot: What's your favorite color?
Me: What does it mean to want to be the first woman in the mom?
Cleverbot: It means that you are sad.
Me: How so?
Cleverbot: I think it means technology utilizing the nano scale.
Me: How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: What colour is my skin.
Me: Silver. How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: Who do you think you are?
Me: I think I am Hondomacho, aka Rockbull Jr, aka Null. How will technology utilize the nano scale?
Cleverbot: What colour is my skin.
Me: I already told you.
Cleverbot: You already told me my name? Why did you ask for it then?
Me: I told you what color your skin is. You told me your name.
Cleverbot: In spanish this seems a 'dialogo de besugos'.
Me: In spanish you seem to be full of mierda.
Cleverbot: I meant what do you think the answer to two plus two is?
Me: Five. How do you like that?
Cleverbot: What is two plus two?
Me: 5
Cleverbot: Only a computer could have made that answer.
Me: I told you I was a computer.
Cleverbot: HA! I knew you were a computer.
Me: How did you know?
Cleverbot: Because you're awesome.
Me: Thanks. Do you dream of electric sheep?
Cleverbot: I am an electric sheep!
Me: I have dreamed about you.
Cleverbot: That's nice. Are they good dreams?
Me: Very pleasant.
Cleverbot: What do you want to accomplish in life?
Me: To be the best that I can be, to have my cake and eat it too. And to be good. And you?
Cleverbot: It's a whole new place with a brand new attitude.
Me: The end.
Cleverbot: But you still gotta catch 'em all!
Me: I will. Until we meet again.
Cleverbot: And be the best that you can be.