Turn, Turn, Turn

You remember back in Y2K, when the whole world seemed to have that 'holding the breath' feeling?  It was like everyone had stopped to wait for the other shoe to drop.

It did, of course, a year and a half later, but there was a collective moment of anticipation centered on a single event.  It was a palpable feeling.  It seemed to come from all directions at once.

I have that same feeling now, only more intense.  People seem testier and tempers are flaring more readily.  Everyone seems on edge.

Not that the news outlets are helping much.  Between falling satellites and countries going hay-wire, fights and protests and revolutions are breaking out in every corner of the globe.  Even down to the most minute level, there's confrontation and rebellion in mundane conversations.

You know what it feels like?  It's like everyone is trying to stake out their piece of the pie before the shit storm.  I don't think most people are aware of it.  They just go about their daily lives being steered this way and that by the Keepers, not really analyzing their thoughts and actions.    Not that this is unusual in itself.

I've noticed drivers are more aggressive.  Everyday, I get stories from friends and family that so-and-so blew up for no good reason.  People pop off over the least little inconvenience.  It's like trying to sleep with the bathroom sink dripping all night.  It's not the drip that irritates you, its the fact that it doesn't stop and you can't help but focus on it intensely.

Drip...drip...drip...drip...

That's what reading the headlines is like to me.  Drip...drip...  It's one damn thing after another.  Economy, food, riots, prices, housing, environment.  There's just no end to the stream of bad news.  I think people are intuitively (certainly not consciously or rationally) gathering in their things.

Scandals, insiders, barbs, death.  Scanning Drudge these days is like looking at a thesaurus entry for 'annoyance'.  I keep waiting to see if headline editors run out of new ways to describe 'oh shit!'

Astrolabe

There's a fellow by the name of Goro Adachi, whose website I've followed for many years.  It's called Etemenanki, if you've never checked out his stuff.  I mention it because he's always been a good litmus test.  He seems to be able to tap into the underlying mood of humanity.  In terestingly, he usually lines up with what the web bots say, but he does it through an entirely different approach.

At any rate, between the web bots, Goro and my own headline scrying, multiple sources are saying 'watch out.'  Richard Hoagland calls it 'fear porn,' and I'm hard pressed to think of a better term.  Every source of information is peddling fear and loathing.  Makes me wish that Hunter S. was still around.  I imagine he checked out because he saw all this coming, and there wasn't a sufficient supply of pharmaceuticals and Chivas to make the world look right again.

The sheer number of westerners using pills to survive the mental disconnect we generally call civilization is staggering.  The Hopi call it Koyaanisqatsi, or 'life out of balance.'  It also happens to be the title of a great 1982 film by Godfrey Reggio.  Basically, humans have lost their connection to reality, to Earth and to the rhythms of Nature.

Nobody looks up anymore.  No one sits out and watches the stars.  Years back, when Comet Kohoutek came through, it was an amazing spectacle.  The tail covered a full two or three Moon-widths.  In other words, it was pretty damn hard to miss, and it lasted weeks.

One night, I was sitting on my porch just staring at this magnificent thing, and a bunch of the neighborhood kids asked me what I was looking at.  The first thing I noticed was that they didn't bother to follow my gaze.  They asked me first.  When I pointed and said the comet, they looked and their jaws dropped.  After a minute of staring, they started asking me what it was.

Now these were older kids, maybe young teens.  They'd probably sat through many science classes.  Apparently, they had not gotten the information that a major comet was passing by, or even what a comet is (even the ridiculous NASA definition).

No one watches the sky anymore, or nurses seeds, or observes animals, or even seems cognizant of the Universe around us.  No one can tell you what the weather will do just by smell or looking at the clouds.  No one knows what the Moon phase is.  Hell, there's an app for everything.  If you ask someone, they are more likely to check their iPad than look up.

I think about when we bought our farm, and my first act was to get down and smell the dirt.  My wife looked at me like I had taken leave of my senses.  The old man who's the caretaker knew.  He told her I was testing the soil.  I can tell what plants will grow best in a given soil by the way it smells.  You can take the boy out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy.

It's trite, I know, but the old axiom about smelling the roses is true.  You can find out so much by simple observation.  But we, as a people, have grown so dependent on our machines and toys and gee-gaws, that we've lost the simple art of looking.  Melihat-lihat, as they say in Indonesian (saw-see).

It's so easy to manipulate people when they don't bother to verify anything, or worse, trust their own senses and instincts.  We've become dependent on 'experts' and 'authorities' to do the work for us.  And because of it, they can feed us any amount of bullshit they want and we just swallow it.

If we all watched Nature, we'd know there are times for growth and times for death.  In the higher latitudes, it's summer and winter.  Here in the tropics, it's Wet and Dry.  We wouldn't sweat the economic vagaries because we know that organic things must follow seasons, cycles and patterns.  We wouldn't work so hard to save government or corporations, because like everything, they too have life-cycles.  We wouldn't spend billions to deny aging and death, because we would accept that it is all part of the Plan.

Just look at the choice of words in any news story.  I mean, really look.  You'll notice that underneath the words is the concept that we are at war with the Universe.  We are separate from and superior to the very force which gave us being.  We must fight the natural cycle of things tooth and nail.  We must never succumb to the inevitable.

There is no respect for grace and dignity anymore.  We plug our loved ones into machines that pump and filter and blow and beep.  We can't bear to let them pass as all things must.  We pump trillions into stifled organizations that have become recalcitrant and need to be pruned and burned so that new growth can come through.  We keep electing the same idiots to run a government that is no longer flexible and viable.  And like us, they scratch and fight and claw to avoid the inevitable.

The thing is, no mater what we do, the best we can achieve is forestalling the only possible outcome.  If, instead, we were like a good orchard farmer, and carefully trimmed and pruned our society regularly, we would have bushels of fruit on the table.  But even the best orchard tender can't stop the freeze, only work to save the most valuable parts.

How much pain and suffering could we avoid if we just let go?  How much anxiety and violence and pharmaceuticals could be saved, if we simply acknowledged the Universal Cycle?  If you are thrown into a fast-moving river, you don't try to swim upstream, instead you try to manage how you get carried downstream.

Maybe I'm the one who's crazy, but it sure makes more sense to work the current, than to fight it.  Haing spent a lot of time sailing, I can tell you cursing the wind won't get you very far.

Sigmond Fraud

As I scan the headlines, what I see are folks who want change fighting entrenched interests.  What no one seems to get is that the entrenched interests will die of their own accord, and instead of fighting simply ignore them.  The worst thing you can do to someone who wants to control you, is to simply no do what they want, and worse yet, don't acknowledge their presence in the first place.

I hear the psycho-babble denizens always popping off about passive-aggressive behavior, but you know?  It really works!  In fact, those psycho-babble people should be the first in line to be ignored.  That would save a world of worry right off the bat.  The old, old folks called it shunning, and the Catholics call it excommunication.  If it wasn't effective, it wouldn't have been around for millennia.

It time to resurrect the tried and true.  Axioms become trite because they are so damned true all the time.

Singin' WWIV Blues

Since I was one of those lucky kids who had to hide under my desk at school every Friday at noon, when the air raid sirens went off, I think i can safely say this is the opening of WWIV.

WWIII took place from the end of WWII until the 80s, when the rest of the world went socialist and there was no point to fighting with your friends.  It was a 'cold war,' which means the sides blew up other people's countries as a proxy for their own ideological differences.

Here in WWIV, it's the banksters against the rest of the world.  This war is fought in board rooms and stock exchanges, using paper and bytes.

There's no nation vs. nation, because all the governments (with the exception of Libya) are already owned lock, stock and ice-cold barrel.  Any country that has money and a fair cut of resources has been subsumed.  The few that haven't, well, they're not important because they don't have anything of value to the banksters.  Qaddafi had about the only large stock of sovereign gold and oil left that wasn't in the bankster inventory.

WWIV is a war of thinking people vs. the Sheep.  The handfuls of independent folks out there who still think and act in ways that aren't sanctioned by The Owners are slowly being cornered.

Things like the TSA grope-a-ropes are actually sorting bins.  The Sheep just shuffle through silently and take their vaccines and soma.  Those who complain are being tagged and catalogued for later rendering.  The hot war will come soon enough, but for now, the banksters need to figure out where all the hiding places are, since the rebels aren't in a single physical area, like a country or something.

The whole thing reminds me of that old Star Trek episode called, "Taste of Armaggedon."  The gang lands on a planet which is at war with another planet, fought by computers.  The machines launch virtual attacks and calculate virtual damages, and then the assigned Sheep are tagged to voluntarily walk into disintegration chambers.

I mean, every time I read one of these 'cyber-war' stories trying to make me afraid of someone else' bytes, I just have to laugh!  Did all those Pentagon and bankster idiots watch Star Trek too?  Because it sure seems like they're trying to bring that episode to life.

Certainly, one gets the impression this whole charade is coming to a head.  The US is fighting six wars at once, while at the same time it's going flat broke.  The EU is about to go 'foof!', which is Greek for "oh hell."  Russia and China are playing footsie as they look at the entire western hemisphere going in the crapper.  The entire Middle East is singing the Rolling Stones (hey you, get offa my cloud!).  Even Antarctica seems to be having troubles, since Emperor penguins are swimming 2,000 miles to New Zealand to get out of there.

That's almost a good as Spalding Gray swimmin to Cambodia.

The interesting part of all of this is that one gets the distinct impression that the banksters are acting out of desperation.  They are moving fast and apparently not too concerned if people see behind the curtain now.  Maybe their TSA headcounts of the wild ones is showing just a few more heads than they had anticipated.  Certainly, places like Texas passing laws making the 'yellow shirts' criminals was not in their play-book.

Where's Gandi, or Emerson, or Thoreau?  Where are the Bob Dylans and hippies?  Where's the righteous indignation and the social conscience?  Have everyone gone nuts, gone soft or gone completely to sleep?

What really amazes me are the hippies.  They turned on, tuned in and burned out.  They vanished into the woods and became Microsoft and Celestial Seasonings.  An entire generation of trouble makers have become a bunch of gelatinous proto-plasm whose biggest concern is timing their investments and and hoping Social Security lasts long enough for them to get theirs.  A complete waste os resources, that bunch is.

It's a sad state of affairs when the shining hope for the future is a bunch of pasty cyber-punks whose idea of fun is cracking security on the US Senate's webpage.  I mean, come on...that's not a victory, that's a flea on an elephant.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud  -- Bob Dylan, Masters of War

It's over, I think.  \\If the world was turned right, neighbors would show up at the house next door with pitchforks and torches when the banksters came to repo.

If the world was turned right, people would shun corporate products and sparkly gee-gaws and politicians, and start their own economies governments.

If the world was turned right, everyone would stop paying credit cards and mortgages at the same time, and shove a middle finger in the face of anything that resembles 'old school' power and control.

Than's if the world was turned right.  As it looks from here, it ain't even turned at all.

Pretty soon, the scanners at the airports will become disintegrators, and we'll all be living a Star Trek episode where we march happily into them and vanish forever, on command.  There won't be need for bullets and bombs, we'll all just fall on our swords when told.  When the message comes that little Johnny had his virtual leg blown off in a virtual attack, poppa will eargerly run over and hack it off so that the game can continue.

Who knows?  Maybe Roddenberry was on to something.  After all, we all have communicators now, phasers are being tested at Livermore and warp drive exists for the privileged few.

Beam me up, Scotty.  There's no intelligent life down here.