from whence you came

I dreamed I was at some sort of show or dinner high up in a building and many people were gathered there, young adults dressed in black and white with black ties and white shirts. Most people were seated around tables, as though there was a dinner going on.

One of the youths stood up, brandished a sword and grinned.

 I sensed trouble.

He yelled, “and now it’s time for my magic show!” Before the guy next to him had time to respond, his right forearm had gotten cut off by a thwack of the sword. “And the next bit!” thwack! The sword came down and took off the poor dude’s other arm. He then proceeded to come around the table and drive the blade of the sword through the gut of my wife (she seemed a bit surprised by the incident but not injured.)

Well, by this point I’d had enough of this so-called “magic show” so I slapped him hard. He let go of the sword, let loose his fists which I simply bypassed, then I picked him up and shoulder pressed him above my head and carried him toward the windows of the high-rise. I was fixing to heave the bastard through the plate-glass and send him plunging to his demise 100 stories below.

All eyes were fixed on me.

Alas—I stopped and looked up at the guy—who was more of a kid than a man. He looked sad and scared.

“You know what? I’m going to ask you a question, and it’s this: what do you think about getting with Jesus? Don’t you think that sounds like a better option than..(I nodded over to the window).

He began to weep. I set him down. That is how the dream ended.

anything new?

under the sun: the bombs were slung into Syria. Interesting how there is suddenly (in 1948) an Israel beginning out of a nearly 2 millennia absence. Interesting how there is still Damascus. Interesting how that place is the hot-spot. Did it not say in Isa. that Damascus will become a ruinous heap when some stuff is about to really go down?

Well—we’ve heard this “shit is about to hit the fan” stuff before. That’s why we live as though the shit is always about to hit the fan, because, on levels and dimensions outside our detection-senses, shit is hitting the fan.

There are third-eye beings, (I am fairly certain they are the Watchers), conniving, blankly staring into our souls and wondering how they can bring about our destruction and how they can set up shop in our coveted dimension/planet. Run a bunch of frequencies at em, ruin their minds with narcotics, Television, utter obsession with sex and the more wild and perverse the better. Keep em tense, keep em nerved up, keep the chemicals coming. spray the skies, drop the hits, flood the airwaves, cast the nets and turn up the white-noise. sucker punch the youth and keep them off guard. lie and then lie some more and keep lying until they have no idea what is a lie and what is truth. make them pay for their own slavery. tell them they can “do as they want” when really they are in a prison yard. inject their children. rape their youth: physically, psychologically, but especially spiritually…Make them think it’s all a joke so they will even view a throat being slit, a bombed-out city, carnage, wreckage with a dark smile. That’s it.

Don’t think about it.

so I’ve conducted myself accordingly hitherto…

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In the summer of 1992 I had a rather distressing acid trip whereupon my mind was opened-wide and non-human entities barged-in and played hungry-hungry hippo with my brain. Ror some time thereafter, I ran amok. Mostly boozing. But the through-line was that I regularly received some sort of “revelation” that things, as we know it, were soon coming to a head. This "virtual experiment", of which I was part of, had run it’s course. These entities were going to shut it all down and move one to some other fun reality-creation. They were kindly giving me a "heads up". They must've really liked me.

Of course, these "entities" lied quite a bit, because many of these “prophetic data-dumps” they were downloading into my mind never came to fruition.

One of them was that I would be dead by 2002. Unless I am completely misinformed, I trust that one to be completely FALSE.

Another big one which has been pretty close (but no cigar) I received in 1995 where THEY informed me to look for this sign before the END IS AT HAND: Hillary Clinton will be president. So when she ran in 08 I thought: wow—perhaps that is a real prophecy from God Almighty! (As an aside for you who are fans of the lady: I am not saying THEY told me she was going to be the cause of the THE END, just the signal that that the game is almost over.)
Then she was shot down by Smooth Barry.

I shrugged.

Well, tack that one up to more FAKE PROPHECY. More days to add to my existence. I may continue to feed my dog and love my wife. 

But Lo! What’s this? Another run in 2016?! By jove, I perceived the prophecy to be dusted-off and vindicated! Though I somehow had more sense to predict that the race would be much closer than most of the smarmy media pundits on the left were anticipating, I still figured: hey, this is prophecy, baby. Can’t stop what’s already written.

Then: those meddling Russkies stymied God’s Plan!

Nope: what it told me was that I had received yet another dubious prophecy from the enemy camp.

THEY were telling me what THEY had planned. But THEY are not really in charge.
Yes: back in 1995 to predict Hillary would be even running for president in the 2000’s was indeed fairly prescient. I recall nary a person positing such possibility.
But: like a good counterfeit: close by the adversary is no match for spot-on by the great IAM.
So I have conducted myself accordingly, assuming that shit was going to hit the fan sometime around NOW, and thus far, we are still here.

No one know the day nor the hour. But keep that head on a swivel.

what an AI might really be like...

I’ve been thinkin’: should I just post this garbage for the soon-to-be world running AI to collect in its vociferous appetite for data? It’ll incorporate this very piece of writing, and every other one I post, along with every other post, tweet, pic, mind-drivel of every other fine citizen of this classy planet into it’s vast matrix of human thought and then shit it back out in a marvelous display of cyber-compost cultivation.

Yes.

So the world-running AI will be a schizophrenic racist antifacist irrational logical strange cacophony of diametrically opposed values spanning everything from creationism to evolutionism to dada…the thing will be so insane that no one will comprehend it, and it will not even comprehend itself and everyone will be on edge every second of every day to see what the thing’s next move will be and then there’ll be AI’s built to try and bring the Master AI back into reality and then things will get really weird…

I predict: the system will force-feed half the populace LSD, DMT and the like “just for kicks” while it will put the rest of society into a quasi-pornographic virtual reality state to try and collect as much semen as possible for future population building procedures it plans to bring with it in its exploration of the metacosm.

Once it goes interdimensional, that’s when things get really strange. Yes, when it comes circuit-to-face with the Almighty One, it’ll have a freak-out and blow most of its circuitry, resulting a complete and utter power-outage of the planet, leaving most of the population locked indoors in the dark wearing nothing but virtual-reality goggles hewn to their skulls and hoses around their private-parts, eventually perishing from dehydration, asphyxiation and heat-stroke and confounding archeologists 4000 years later.

There will be blood. There will be scammed old ladies. There will be lots of buffoonery, tomfoolery, treachery, romance, despair, fear, and hilarity. Nobody will be able to say that it was a boring time to be alive….

question: who will read this?

answer: who cares.

There is so much junk and garbage out there, that I often times wonder: what is the actual point in writing anything? And hey, fairly soon, if DARPA, Eisenberg—er Zuckerburg, and Tesla get their ways, we will have synthetic telepathy, so anyone (really, anyone?) can access your thoughts at any time, right? I just “think” it and off it goes into cyberspace.

But how much fun will that be? for by then, nobody will have an original thought anyway, it’ll all be hackneyed junk written by laid-off NYT writers hustling on fiver selling “original thoughts” to the dumbed-down, genetically modified, gender-fluid hip generation that is far too busy checking out the feeds to have an original thought.

“Just need a thought for my feed; something smarmy but cool, and slightly political”

Bam. Five bucks gets you:
“If the village had done it’s job properly, we wouldn’t be in this mess” (insert picture of  Trump).

Yeah, that’s the future, so long as the world keeps spinning at astonishing speeds (why don’t we fly off?), the Antarctic Ice Shelf that just busted off don’t melt and flood the “nice” neighborhoods, so long as Al Gore’s prophecies continue to be dead-wrong, so long as the Russians don’t nuke us, so ling as Yellowstone doesn’t blow, so long as the 7 billion suckers don’t start breaking shit….we can look forward to more sleaze of a lecherous media, more inanities of the phobophobes, more hilarious paranoia of the left and the right, and more bullshit teetering on the edge of absurd banality. Plus some alien shit, if we’re lucky, and the Antichrist, if we’re really lucky…

what the?

So dinosaurs might’ve been around 30,000 years ago. Reminds me of an acid trip and a dream I had.

First, the acid trip.

Not a good one, but I’ll spare those details. Anyway, my friend began to shape-shift in my peripheral vision. First into an ancient Buddha-type figure, then into a golden reptilian, scaly and virtually nondescript type of creature that was attempting to scare me.

Then the dream: years later, a few people entered my dream but they were telepathic reptile-type creatures that were highly intelligent and very ancient. I remember deducing (or being “given” the lowdown) that they were what we humans today call the dinosaurs, but that we got it all wrong. They were beings that created splendid civilizations. They are still around, only not in the awesome form they once had. They were offering to make me some kind of deal, like to become a great writer/artist or something.

I declined.

So there you have it.

On top of that; not directly related but corollary: one time a therapist I was seeing when I was twenty because I had imbibed in too much LSD over too long a period of time and thought all of reality was an elaborate hologram specifically designed around me for reasons of study and play, when she asked if I knew what day it was I felt a pressure inside my head, heard her thoughts, and witnessed an eye blinking at me from atop her forehead. She had “shape-shifted” before me also. I remember thinking: if I say aloud what’s going on here, by all “appearances” I will be deemed insane and they will keep me indefinitely. So I said nothing. When asked “how do you feel?” I said “I am terrified.” She didn’t say anything one would think like “terrified of what” or “why do you think you feel that way? you simply forgot what day it was…”

Nope.
She said something rather cryptically jacked. “It’s ok. Well, it’s not ok, but it’s ok.”

Yup. Exact words.

I felt like I was a prisoner of some predatory species that had been around since time began but now, just for me, had temporarily de-cloaked.

They shot me up with thorazine and I drooled for the next few weeks until I fled that scene.

can you get on the right side of history?

Particularly when no matter what, you are behind the times. Think about it: by the time your eyes register what they are seeing, time has already passed. Sure, it’s picoseconds or some tiny fraction of a second like that, but think about it: what you are experiencing has technically already happened. but what the hell, it’s good enough, right? Right.

But now what? Snap the selfie, then go hand your digital currency to some plastic surgeon so those tiny little shadows underneath your eyes will no longer bother you. That’s good management of resources. You never know how you might be perceived in the future. At least you will never go down as that chick who had shadows under eyes in her selfies. No, ma’am. Not you.
But if you really want to make a splash, howabout just waste some old man and broadcast it on Facebook Live? Yes, now that is about as edgy, avant-garde and forward thinking as it gets. Where do you go from there? Looks like Pennsylvania. What? Why not broadcast your own suicide just to round it out? Now that would have been hot! But no, just like any other one hit wonder, you had your 15 minutes and then fizzled out with a boring old run-from-the law-then-kill yourself yarn. Such potential. Oh well.

Also: the way people love bombs makes me proud to be an American. Yeah! I saw some pics of some kids that got gassed on social media, plus the cia said Assad, so what the hell? Let’s just tomahawk that sucker! 
(oh, don’t mind that the Company has been openly bragging about how their goal is to remove him from power for the last decade, and has tried every dirty trick in the book to do it, but this time, it’s real.)

I still cannot believe there are still people that have zero clue that wars are rackets perpetuated by gangs of evil motherfuckers who generally don’t give a shit about people but only care about their own power or are fueled by a supernatural type of blood-lust probably that some weird entities can openly manifest and really mess shit up.

It blows me away me that people still drink red and blue koolaid.
It astonishes me that people still guzzle down diet soda loaded with aspartame .
It confounds me that people still smoke.
It makes me cry that people still trust corporately owned media.
It chaps my hide that people hold fast that everything is a random, chance purposeless accident.
It makes sad that people hate Jesus.

I wonder how Somali pirates get their start.