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While You Were Sleeping

This poignant story from a young eastern writer written in the form of a letter just struck me. A child, a young girl is abused by her violent, drunken father with her mother maybe even aware of the goings on but is left on her own to deal with her fear, pain and helplessness in her long recurring nightmare until she resolves it the only way she could. This story may be fiction, or it may be her personal experience, but we know, how well we know, it is the experience of millions of children, girls, women on this world. A story of lightning force expressed in a child’s meek and self-effacing voice; a child who, despite her horrible mistreatment and abandonment, still sees the good in those who could have helped her but didn’t.

The Grateful Dead - The Voice of the Mortals

(**Sha’Tara – the burning woman, I owed you one. Unfortunately, it’s not just a fiction – for someone out there, it could very well be the reality.)

Dear Mummy,

You might be surprised to find this letter waiting by your bedside, but I couldn’t think of any other place where it might catch your attention. I am also sorry that you would waste the next few minutes reading this while you could have finished so many chores around the house before leaving for work. Trust me, if I had any other means to tell you what I have to, I would have. But there are none.

From my childhood I have seen you always in the same state – rushed, agitated and sweaty. No matter how early you woke up or late you slept, the mountain of work you had to accomplish never diminished. You accepted whatever life…

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How to get more people to read my Blog

I saw a question on a blog this morning from someone called “Kate”

It asked: “I was wondering if you’d give me some advice on how to get more people to read my blog.” 

The question wasn’t addressed to me, and I did not comment on it but I think I have something to say to that query.  So, here goes, for those wondering souls out there who are concerned about not being read or followed.  

How much work are you willing to put into blogging?

How many emails are you willing to sort through per day: 100? 200?

How many comments are you willing to sincerely and thoughtfully engage and respond to?

Blogging works on an exponential scale. You start a blog, post something, then begin the real work: following, reading and commenting on others’ works.

I shouldn’t call it work, it’s more like school, or study sessions.  It isn’t work, it’s fascination, with endlessly fresh, mind-boggling information and insight into the lives of REAL people.  There is so much “out there” that people express.  There are wonderful writers, authors, and those who are just eager to share their life’s experiences.  

Can’t afford vacations, or flying?  Try blogging, all you need is time and sincerity.  

The “Process” then:  as you follow others, they follow you, then their followers read your posts and they too follow, just as you do when on their blogs.

See something you like? Don’t just read it and “like” it, click on “follow.” If it’s really not up your alley, you can always “unsubscribe” later without hurting any feelings. Others will take your place, no worry about that.  As I said already, it’s exponential, but you have to put into the equation.  You give to get.  Blogging isn’t “the Universe” just so eager to grant your every wish for nothing (I’m being sarcastic of course).  

Blogging: I think this is a great system of global communication. Another way to increase traffic is to “reblog” other posts, but some overdo that part. I was recently subscribed to 4 blogs that essentially all reblogged the same material… so I pared it down to one of them.  I can’t have my daily email load exceed 200.

For me the point of having my own blog (as opposed to just running across Word Press looking for interesting tidbits) is to say what I want to say while keeping those who follow my blog interested and perhaps at times, entertained as well.  And most importantly, to receive feed-back, love the “Like” but I enjoy the comments too. 

The key to blogging: it’s all give and take with more “give” than “take.”  Oh, and on Word Press we are “civilized” bloggers.  No insults, no shaming.  If I have one criticism of Word Press writers, including myself,  it would be that we are too well behaved to even think of critiquing another’s work.  I think we need more of that.  But that’s for another topic, if I get a “round-to-it” and get around to it.   

Don’t Feel Bad for The American People Because They Deserve This Election

Sometimes it needs to be said with real verve, and demonstrated with the swing of a baseball bat. Dr. Bones isn’t actually saying a lot more than I’ve said, but for some reason I like the way he says it. It’s apocalyptic without being depressive: ya gotta love it!

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Source: Don’t Feel Bad for The American People Because They Deserve This Election


Source: Dr. Bones

Published: October 20, 2016

“My rent gets paid with no hassle and I have a lot of time to hunt, get drunk, and raise as much hell as I want to. But I couldn’t do any of this if all I did was boom around on a bike and get in arguments with cops. It’s amazing how much you can get away with if you don’t go out of your way to cause trouble…”- Hunter S. Thompson

I didn’t bother watching the debate tonight because it doesn’t fucking matter.

But it’s better than that, because I have watched the media hacks literally fall over themselves to keep the illusion up that we have “free and fair” elections in this country. We live in an age where the Daily Show attempts(terribly might I…

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Awakening to the Greater Reality

[thoughts from    ~burning woman~   by Sha’Tara]

          Over the years which this world has claimed from me, the one I refer to as “me” has awakened from the induced mind-sleep of the Matrix environment that holds this world, and this universe, in its bondage to the space-time impression of reality.  No longer the zombie, I awakened to a strange reality that when shared with others who appear as like to me, did not understand it.  They feared it, mocked it, or avoided it. 

          Early in this incarnation I became aware of the greatest loneliness: having no one else to share this awakening and disturbing “me” with.  Then came acceptance of the fact that even in the most intimate of relationships, or groups of like-minded action people, I remained completely alone.  Then came a new longing: for being truly alone.  Never do I feel more lost than among people interacting on their various social levels whose emotion-laden stories, however poignant, however brutal, or however marvellous, bear no similarity to my stories.  I hear them, as in a movie, a novel, a dream, or the thundering of a stormy sea against the rock-strewn shore in the darkness.  The only connection I feel is through my choice of compassion as my life’s companion.

          I awakened to my own reality of past lives and gradually future lives manifested also in my hungry mind.  I learned early on that I come from infinity, from spirit, formless, existing beyond time and space.  I learned that I am a mind, that which encompasses infinity without and within space-time, and I learned that I am also of this place, a place called Earth.  I learned bits and pieces of my history, and discovering my many names, which as they were added to each other, allowed my mind to expand to n-th degrees beyond the limitations of Matrix-controlled *ISSA lives. 

          It took a lifetime to realize the necessity of rejecting the Matrix programming I was born with; of overthrowing the labels my parents, and society in general, chained me to; of rejecting, one by one, every aspect of mankind’s civilization as having any worth in my quest for self-awareness and self-knowledge. 

          I know why I did it, but how I did it could be of some interest to others in a similar quandary, i.e., being in this world but not of this world.  I did it by plunging myself wholeheartedly in everything the Matrix offered me for success: my religion; my schools (education); my family; my politics and finally, my profession and the things I owned and accumulated to “prove” my worth.  I left no stone unturned to make sure I knew what each one offered, and this is what I discovered: each one was a dead-end street.  Each attempt at proving my Earthian worth to myself fell flat.  I could have succeeded in any endeavour.  I had the brain skills, certainly, with determination and focus.  I possessed charisma (and note that I write that in the past tense.) 

          Here’s the funny part: I offered myself in service of the Matrix’ three major powers: religion, politics and money.  But because I explored all of them and not just one or two, I literally broke out of the labyrinth.  I discovered their utter emptiness; the smoke and mirrors; the three wizards desperately trying to keep their illusions going.  But such illusions only work on zombies.  Break out and you can never again be captured by the siren song of their artificial life. 

          Break out and you can begin to sense the greater reality.  You feel that inner freedom that makes things of earth indeed seem like the paltry items a prisoner is allowed to keep in his cell.  You realize how much of a prison earth has become for man, and how with each passing day as man’s limits to growth are exceeded in rising numbers and dwindling resources, the prison tightens its security and adds to its bars and razor wire; to its walls’ height.  How those who manage the prison increase the pressure upon the prisoners to distrust, fear and hate each other so they will rely upon the guards and wardens for their safety; so they will never realize that their only value to the prison system is how much they sweat, shed tears, bleed and die to serve, feed and entertain their oppressors.

          I learned to look beyond the prison walls at a different world which I call the cosmos.  I looked at life in infinite freedom and discovered the  means to escape the prison and travel across space and time.  I no longer needed a body to do this and realized the limitations of the Matrix programming.  It could not follow me, in fact it was unaware of my “escapes.”  All it saw was a body, either asleep or dutifully performing its slave’s work.

          No longer a slave to divinities, politicians or bosses… or of emerging revolutionary forces which I knew if successful in their bid for power would only replace the existing oppressive structures with more of same old, same old.  No longer lining up to the trunk of the snake oil salesman and his alcohol and cocaine-laced cure-alls.  I taught myself the freedom to spend days alone in nature, observing changing seasons, the rise and ebb of waters, the movement and calls of birds, growing plants and the various fauna that inhabited them and lived from them.  I saw earth as I was meant to see it without Matrix blinders of fear or need of conquest and destruction. 

          I’ve just past the seventieth year marker in an Earthian body.  Seems like a long time in earth times, but a blink of an eye in cosmic terms.  Quite a dichotomy, living between worlds, having a physical presence tied to a tiny world and a mind presence ever seeking new knowledge, adventure and experiences in endless, nameless places and non-places. 

          Now I observe this tiny world seething with discord, it’s self-styled ruling intelligence without a clue how to proceed into its near and threatening future.  I observe this intelligence plunging itself deeper into oblivious mindlessness, into planetary denial of its own reality.  Unwilling to take responsibility for itself as a species it can only turn upon itself and its world, a mad dog chasing and eating its own tail and hating the tail for causing it pain as it is being chewed. 

          What can I say more: that I’m glad I’m no longer a prisoner of the programming?  Certainly I am glad, for myself.  How do I feel about the rest of this world; about its growing insanity and its denial of the doom it has created for itself?  I’m a compassionate being and I experience the deepest of sorrow for this world.  It’s not feelings I have, it’s awareness. 

          In a no-time and no-place, in the Nexus, is a world I call Altaria.  My Teachers studied and taught there and I’ve got a “date” for my own entry into that world.  When I am there I will be asked this very important question: what did you do, within your limited sphere of influence, to try and motivate your people to realize their peril and change their ways?  And I will have an answer, and it will suffice.  “I offered them the gift of compassion, but they turned it down.  Ineffective, pie-in-the-sky they replied.  So I offered them sorrow instead.  They didn’t understand that either.  They could not understand how experiencing sorrow leads to joy and creates empathy. I thought it was because these ideas are too simple.  Then I realized they are much too complex and involved for the average Earthian mind, enslaved to Matrix programming, to grasp how a certain kind of powerlessness gives rise to the greatest of all power.  Though they are inveterate gamblers they dared not gamble at this table.  So I played alone and won.”   

          And by the way, for those who wonder at these thoughts, this is not fiction.  This is my life.  I’ll let you all know when I write fiction.

*ISSA: acronym for Intelligent, Sentient, Self Aware


“The coming years will prove increasingly cynical and cruel. People will definitely not slip into oblivion while hugging each other. The final stages in the life of humanity will be marked by the monstrous war of all against all: the amount of suffering will be maximal.” Pentti LinkolaCan Life Prevail?   http://journal-neo.org/2016/09/12/the-empire-of-mediocrity-and-the-end-of-the-world/

“Bring back normal, get our cable TV back no matter the cost, nuke whoever you have to, just give us our lives back!”  You have to see the end of all this taking shape, I know you do. […]  Mediocrity cannot rule, but in the 21st century it can obliterate us all.  I leave you with the root of our collective demise, the reason Obama or Clinton or Trump types enthrall the masses so:

“Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity.” (Robert Louis Stevenson)  (Phil Butler, is a policy investigator and analyst, a political scientist and expert on Eastern Europe, exclusively for the online magazine “New Eastern Outlook”. http://journal-neo.org/2016/09/12/the-empire-of-mediocrity-and-the-end-of-the-world/ )

There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity.  In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite. (Paul Gauguin)

The soul is the weariest part of the body. ―Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky


The Mexican Town That Threw Out Criminals, Politicians and Police

As I’ve been saying for years, it’s individuals that cause change. In this case, individuals became a community in solidarity and change happened. Can they “hold the fort” while other communities fail to follow suit and continue to wallow in crime, degradation and poverty with nary a glance from their federal government… and doesn’t that sound familiar, America?

Tales from the Conspiratum

The Mexican town of Cherán got rid of its corrupt police and politicians and started governing itself. Today, it is a beacon of home and an example for Mexican communities.

Source: The Mexican Town That Threw Out Criminals, Politicians and Police | Oddity Central – Collecting Oddities


Five years ago, the people of Cherán, a small town in Mexico’s Michoacan state, made international headlines for taking up up arms against the powerful drug gangs threatening their livelihood, driving off local politicians and police in the process. Today, the self-governed settlement is a beacon of hope for many other Mexican communities.

The inspiring story of new Cherán began in 2011. For three years, the locals had watched helplessly how loggers supported by drug cartels like the Familia Michoacana ravaged their ancient forests, carrying away the big tree trunks and burning the rest, to prepare the land for…

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The Gathering

                    [thoughts from   ~burning woman~   by Sha’Tara]

The Ancient surveyed the group with his mind.  “I see we are all gathered – let us proceed.  Agenda, please, Orija.” 
Orija closes her eyes and intones: “This Great Gathering, ninth of a series of ten, is called to decide the fate of Earth as it is called — or that part of it that lies within our jurisdiction.  It is the only item on the agenda.”
“Very well.  Begin.  I recognize Volarian Mosl as the first delegate.”
“The Volarians are, hm, have been, quite uncomfortable with the energies emanating from the Sol planet.  We are proposing a terminal solution before the discomfort spreads further.  It is known to us that some Belgelian great houses have offered limited space folding capabilities to a segment of Earthian humans who claim descendance from those known as the Nibiruans.  We know the Belgelians are ready to establish space stations in the vicinity of earth to entice Earthians to train as crew for their trading vessels.  As a result of this technically illegal move, we of Volar have been forced to strengthen our shields against the possibility of a sudden eruption of Earth humans — whom we consider to be corrupted beyond redemption — within our space. 
The situation among my people is volatile as we have not had to deal with outer world aggression in long ages.  Even our oldest mages cannot remember the days of war.  We are asking, once again, and for the last time, that this august Gathering do something definitive to resolve the issue of Earthian aggression.  We will not wait for another Gathering.  If nothing is done now, our space guild will take action as it sees fit to protect both our space and our trade routes.  Since our worlds are closest to this potential source of galactic war, our solution may be the final and complete eradication of the Earthian cancer.  Our scientists have developed a fast-acting virus that will wipe out the Earthian pseudo-humans completely but leave the rest of that world essentially intact to heal itself in time.
“Thank you Volarian Mosl.  Your position has been made abundantly clear to us.  Who else wishes to express thoughts on the Earthian problem?”
“I, Jessik, ambassador for the autarch of Narssis wish to express our thoughts on the matter?”
“Yes, ambassador Jessik, you may speak freely.”
“Thank you.  I have a question to pose to the gathering.  Regarding the Earthian pseudo-humans, as a species evolved on only one world, with limited intervention from outer world peoples, can it be said here, before this august gathering, that over the time we have watched and studied them they have been freely given all the necessary information needed to move in a direction,  or should I say, to develop in a way consistent with that of the rest of the Galactic family?  My point is this: can any Earthian claim that we, in some way, failed to give them all the necessary support to develop their minds and their hearts in accord with the Galactic aim of cooperation and mutual support for the sake of all life as we know it?
This is of paramount importance to us Narssisians as adjudicators of the Galactic Code.  Once Earthians discover the workings within the Galaxy after leaving their planet, they may be legally instructed by their galactic sponsors to put in a planetary claim that critical information was withheld from them and  further claim that whatever crime they could to be charged with, such as genocide or planeticide, would not apply since they were ignorant of the basic requirements of the Galactic code?”
“The question has been heard and entered.  Would the Guardian Angels respond to ambassador Jessik’s question?”
“We are the Angels of Aglamar, guides and guardians of all newly-evolved intelligent, sentient and self-aware species within the galaxy,” responds in perfect unison a chorus of voices from unseen entities scattered throughout the Gathering, “We fully understand the question and our response will be truthful and final.  
Since the beginning, the Earthian pseudo-human species has been observed, guided, taught and shepherded by the very best of our specially trained Guardians.  Nothing was held back from them.  Many of our agents went and lived on Sol planet Earth as teachers.  It was not unexpected that the earlier Guardians would be treated unfairly and unkindly by the fearful, hate-filled creatures.  It was however quite unheard of that this treatment would continue and intensify.  After waves of persecution of those who heard and obeyed the teachings of the Guardians, it was decided not to send any more.  We chose instead to contact Earthians through the use of thought forms, or visions if you prefer, awakening empathy in some of them.  It was our thought that Earthians would be more likely to listen to their own.  But again experience gained on other worlds failed us here.  They did not listen.  No, let us rephrase that: they emphatically refused to listen to the wisdom expressed by their own teachers.   
They used the knowledge brought to them to develop an inhuman form of technology that made them insensitive and brutish.  What limited knowledge of the good we sowed among them over the millennia was apparently and for all practical purposes, lost.  Few there are of Earth who today understand even a little of what life is about.  We have made plans with the Galactic Space Guild to attempt a rescue of this remnant. 
As Angel Guardians, it is our intent at this juncture to withdraw ourselves from any further involvement with that species of pseudo-humanity.  Sadly we conclude they are lost.  There is nothing more we can do to awaken their lost sense of empathy.  We regret to so inform the Gathering.”
“Ah, thank you Angel Guardians of Aglamar.  The darkness of deep sorrow clouds our thoughts.  Do we wish to continue this Gathering?”
“Representative Weill-Straat from Qobel.”
“Yes, representative.  Qobel is recognized.
“Qobel resents the implication that Earth is of no value.  We have put much energy to develop a plan for adding Earth to our inter-planetary trade franchises.  Qobellian trade ships are orbiting the planet, out of the range of their scanners and shielded, of course, and await the results of several delegations sent surreptitiously to many of the greater Earthian trading houses which they call Capitals, Banks and Corporations.  As always we are advocates of free trade.  We believe that the Earthians are uniquely adapted to the concept of trade and understand its function better even than some Qobellians, to our shame.  There is a native trait in the Earthians that renders them immune to any suffering their trading may bring to life, including the life of members of their own species.  They understand the value and necessity of trade.  In fact, one of their most admirable traits is their willingness to sacrifice any number of lives for the benefit of trade and to go to war to protect and enhance trade on their world.  To us, the Earthians demonstrate the only hope for further advancement of civilization. The wish of Qobel is that we be given a free hand to fully interact with Earthian trading houses.  We wish, in fact, to enter them as trading partners.
“Thank you, representative Qobel.  Your request is entered, though you may realize, causes a great strain on this Gathering.  Please re-think your position in regards to the Earthians and present it at our final Gathering on this issue.  Is there anyone else here who wishes to address this issue?”
“Yes, I would please.  My name is Luenia Echabak.  I am, huh, was, from Earth.”
“Luenia Echabak from Earth.  You are recognized and may freely address the Gathering.”
“Thank you.  I wish to say something profound on behalf of my world but after listening to the delegates, I am afraid my voice will seem rather small, frail and distant.  Perhaps even confused.  Yes, I am confused.  I wish to speak for Earth but everything said here about the people is, sadly, quite correct.  They have been given all the knowledge needed to live up to the demands of the Galactic Code.  I know because my tribe lived according to the code and we were happy and healthy for long years.  It was because of our adherence to the Code that my tribe was enslaved and finally destroyed.  Earth was an abundant planet.  No one ever needed to go without either food or shelter.  It was known, even to the technos that peace was better than war – but never quite as profitable.  It was known to all that health was better than disease, but also not as profitable.  It was known that cooperation was superior to aggression, but again, not as profitable. 
I have a complaint to voice at this Gathering and that is, when the predator/prey concept was introduced to Earth, where were the Angel Guardians then?  Did you not know that such a concept would bring horror upon a world designed originally to be a simple paradise of loving interaction between all the species of life upon it?  Or did you know but choose to do nothing to prevent this deadly poison from being brought to us?  My people revered all of life.  We did not kill for we found abundance of food among the plants of the wilds.  We never experienced hunger or lacked for anything.
I will tell you what happened to my world and to my people.  Both were given free will and free choice much sooner than they were able to understand their implications and responsibilities. The freedom came before the knowledge was given.  So it turned to lust and degradation.  When the knowledge was finally introduced, it was too late.  The poison was burning in every heart and every mind.  Only those scattered in small tribes in deserts, mountains or small islands on the seas escaped for a time.  But it came to them also, and when it did, they died by the millions.  I myself was a victim of the earliest of earth’s techno civilizations. 
Perhaps it is not entirely the Earthians’ fault that they are as they are.  Perhaps they are not redeemable, and certainly this Gathering cannot pay heed to Belgelian and Qobel desires to take advantage of their inhuman traits, their lack of empathy and their innate greed.  Better to let them destroy themselves and cause their planet to simply go to sleep under them, holding back her seasonal bounties until all surface life is gone.  Perhaps that would be the most compassionate thing to do. 
To bring them out of their world at their current state of understanding would be to plunge the galaxy in endless wars.  They are a mindlessly competitive species. To allow them to proliferate more would be to increase the level of suffering the many must endure to support the luxuries of the few.  There is no balance on Earth.  What love there is, if it can be called that, is of a sexual or parochial nature – and predatory. 
Since those of us who were willing to demonstrate a better way; who would have made a difference, are not wanted on Earth and since the Angel Guardians have decided to abandon their efforts on behalf of those who were once my people – but are no longer – I don’t know what else to say.  I am not condemning; I am not accepting.  I am simply allowing.  Please understand I do not seek redress, vengeance or justice for myself in this.  I only wished to share my awareness and experience.  May this Gathering act wisely in this grave matter.”
“Thank you, Luenia Echabak, ambassador for Earth.  Your thoughts are felt and understood by the Gathering.  We weep and mourn with you.”
Earth humans are a pretty smug species.  That such as the above could actually be taking place, seems of no consequence here.  It’s business as usual.  That over 30,000 innocents die each day of preventable causes is acceptable collateral damage for the sake of free trade.  “The spice must flow” as is said in Dune (the reference is from the Dune books science fiction series by Frank Herbert).  Whatever the cost, resources must flow to the factories, and the goods must flow to the stores and from thence, to the homes to be turned into garbage.  That such garbage and effluent require the living sacrifice of 30,000 innocents – mostly babiesyoung children and their mothers – each and every day, is cool with most.  It is not shocking revelation, just more “so what”.  And once again this world stands on the brink of nuclear war, and what’s the general reaction to this real danger?  Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die…?
Do we possess the knowledge to make our world into a paradise but simply refuse to do so?  Are we without empathy for those who suffer and die because of the system we support for our selfish ends?  Are we doomed?  Are we an irredeemable species marked for eradicationIs there no longer any choice, or are we simply unwilling to pay the price necessary to make the required change? 
And what is that price?  What does life demand of us?  Of me in particular

CIA Drug Wars Could Explain Why Syrian ‘Rebels’, ISIS Violence Fuelled by Captagon Pills

Ah, and the things that are hidden; the tales we never hear; the stories that are never written of deeds done in the darkness by those who would rule the world for their own ends – whatever these may be.

Tales from the Conspiratum

Patrick Henningsen | In addition to fuelling the West’s insurgency, these drugs are being used to terrorize local populations and shock western media consumers.

Source: CIA Drug Wars Could Explain Why Syrian ‘Rebels’, ISIS Violence Fuelled by Captagon Pills

21st Century Wire

Patrick Henningsen

October 14, 2016

When commenting on the horrors of ISIS and all of their violent  videos promoted around the clock by CNN and other mainstream media outlets, I will often hear people say, “This is just pure evil. How could they do such horrible things?” Far from being some existential mystery, there are answers to these questions, but if you are waiting for your elected representatives or their highly paid media surrogates to provide any, you will be waiting in vain. 

This week, yet another clue surfaced when Lebanon’s Daily Star reported:

“The Internal Security Forces announced Tuesday that an operation to smuggle 3.5 million Captagon pills into Saudi Arabia has…

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