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.

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

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

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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.

What the hell, eh? Perhaps we can see this: a system that attempts to collect all - and we’re talking all — thought patterns, movements, and mental activities, even a priori, and toss it into a cloud, and then have an AI react to it’s assessment of all these thoughts. They can even tweak (modulate) brain waves if they read “undesirable” ones…

The big question: what exactly is an “undesirable” thought?

 In other words, what is the quantifiable calculus by which said thoughts are considered “undersirable”, what is the criteria, and who is to say?

This, my friends, is the system Luciferius - the Beast Grid, where (as the great “DJ”, a fantastic computer programmer and researcher alluded to on John B. Wells’ program) we will all be nodes in the system and treated therewith. It is a perfectly counterfeit and imitation of the operative system that Yahweh has designed, but it is purely artificial and the end game is the enslavement/eradication of the human race. If God wants humans to live eternally, his adversary wants death.

But the also likes to play the game: get us all eclipsed from the Writer of the Source Code, the Grand Designer: let’s funnel us all into the Aeon of delusion.

Yessir, that’s what is being set up. Remote-controlled brains, remote communiques (what do you think prayer is?) but rather than being uploaded to a newly designed system by an All Powerful, it is an upload into a manmade cloud server by a bunch of delusional technocrats that think “this time, we’ll do the whole command and control totalitarian thing right.”

Uh huh.

The delusion is so large that they actually believe they are going to reign victorious.

I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. The good news (for you assholes first): you will have a nice warm lakeside residence. The bad news: it will be a lake of fire.

Thought of the day:

the fundamental difference between a Christian and a transhumanist is that the Christian believes our consciousness/hardware upgrade will be initiated by a far superior programmer than a human. The transhumanist posits it'll be done by we humans.

I am starting to get the feeling that we are being lied to….

The news: strategy of agitation, fear porn, with a mixture of just enough banal and useless crap to keep us from not peeking behind the curtain. Really, it’s PR for the big boys, because they know there are over 7 bil of us and only a handful of them, and they are out of shape elderly men with drool dripping down their chins and their fingers crossed that their buddy Ray Kurzweil will get on with it already so they can climb into a hard drive and live in eternal digitized bliss (plus, they think it’ll be much tougher for the Upper Management to track them down and hold them accountable for the great hornswaggle they’ve inflicted upon the populace at large, so they think…)

  Needless to say, there is an interesting article that stated that on the very same day of the Charlseton “massacre”; the fed.gov was running a -wait for it- mass-shooter drill. Go figure. saw the “official” schedule for the exercise, though could’ve been doctored up. these days, anything is possible. Hell, I’ve it under good authority that this whole show is Hologram, so in that case it can be said that almost everything is “bravo-sierra” in a sense, or nothing is. I guess whoever is at the perception-switch can be the true “arbiter of reality”; the Federal Reserve of Actuality, they decree what is the current state of things via fiat.

“Well, I do decree, that what I see, and what I believe, is to be everyone’s reality…weeeeeeeeee!”

 Something like that.

But I rant.

So what.

They buy into their own lies so much that they don’t even realize they are doing it.

“What, man?” they shrug.

Then you point out that they have a huge wet spot on their crotch and they don’t look down, they look at you with that blank look, like you are the one who is crazed and out of his mind. Even as you see the fluid tricklin’ down the trouser. Ahh, fuck it. Let em piss their pants.