Begin Blue Superposition

  BEGIN BLUE Superposition

This is the place you go after the escape is made. All effort was to get out of the city, or the country, get someplace among multitudes falling beside trucks, in the roads, the privileged pacing by in armored cars. Why they let any peasants in at all? The master plan, peace and happiness for every man. No need press face against windows, flat nose on panes. All is your own reflection in the glass as much as the other faces that you pass, faces, hearts, carrying as much as they can, so no point describing the scene, some old hotel or warehouse or station of the mind, bestial turnings round which 14th century conclusions are the norm. He actually carries John Gower's Voice of One Crying, wants to know the name of the writer, gives nods. We want to know the details of his imbuement in the dark, covering the light with the details, to the point of entrainment as if it were fiction, as if description  warms the difference between this, the smells and sounds and the crowds shuffling. Is he alone as the eye or the ear that hears what none can say, no passengers or refugees yet,  before the fact, before the fall if you like to call it in the bananaery.

That's the adagio.  Freedom makes harbor for such thoughts: "this man and woman were the most profoundly beautiful human." That if you live toward knowing, laugh rivers with people who don't want electricity, those doubts against the Unknown remains of Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and the Great Basin will wash away. Ohio long since gone. What seeds do, gone, sown, fallen in a harvest against wilderness scab-shriveled mold and armyworm. Winter pupa in soil, physical hardened  topographies reinhabit internal species. Civilized boots back Good up to the edge of the hill. The road winds and then the truck, up and in, piles bodies in mind, fox, bear, seal, hawk, coyote, horse. They start to come apart from the unmade glued back skins, beaded ridges marred as if none, nameless, to look at the faces below, plateau, mountain and cave, a topography one can see. The face, the nose, the cheek, the brow that shades the eyes, one knee stuck out, arm down among hunchbacks, joined at the shoulder. One's a girl. The guy’s got an arm around her, looking down, praying something. Shoulders, heads, one, two, three long coats, hats on top, left on the rocks. Herringbone moving. Somebody hasn’t been born. People that play with clouds. An eye hidden in a cliff,  toddlers in the rocks. The other arm sticking out, you know what that is? A bird on a roost or a fat monk.  Don’t have names for them all, like samurai behind the back, an elbow sits down in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right, entities of Collective Mind. All is One Forbidden. After enlightenment don't worry, opinion like weather forecasts, Ophelia silent in the roar.

Call it Universal Resonance as they march. Synchronous lateral excitation. The natural sway causes small oscillations increasing the amplitude as the colonists step. Oh the wisdom of crowds with the waves in vibrational modes. Two objects touch, vibrate to increase. An object at temperature above absolute zero oscillates its innate therm. This conditioning, fires in the ground a hundred feet above the hill, fought by boys and men, standing waves of focus induced quakes crossed to create synthesis, polarizing the sun’s hyperspace to a field of force. Where the oil well gushed against the window pane they read the Psalms. Long wavelengths round the curvature of Earth. There was a path to a cave with white scorpions, Gwen towers to ground waves, ELFs for long distance propagation, wire antennas a mile across, linked with a network of cable umbrellas, symbols friendly to those in the dark on the red dirt floor of the firehouse at the school.

 Entrainment occurs 3 Hz to 30 and VLF to 300 kHz, which explains every bit among  crank engines and hoses, and under the stage of illumination where pitch and musty events cover stairs lined with boots and cigars. Broadcast vibrations engineer this reality change brainwaves in octaves. Flares of imagination and torpedoes beside the trains, jimmied from metal shacks, strapped to the rock, dropped twenty feet to explode, a bridge Human brainwaves synchronized,  phase-locked multiple coherent frequencies of entrained, up hills slag holes from mines' fresh pits green swelled a hundred feet below. Physical reality changed with the frequency.  A belief system reached critical mass. Sides too slippery to climb for fear of not surviving fire and slag.

 BrainSpeak, subliminal programming, Silent Sound Spread Spectrum -SSSS -  Present ‘reality’ at 435 MHz, redesigned. A new reality of thought forms transmitted from 400-450 Mhz. Trains boiled black over all.  Ultra-High Frequency broadcast inaudible messages directly in the subconscious. Mob Excess Deterrent Used Silent Audio (MEDUSA), short microwave pulses rapid heat shockwave inside skull. Touch or stand in the battlefield of elves, like being inside a microwave. That's how the bugs out.  32 Metronomes  you play in social order. Coded, subjugated, prioritized alters layered in personalities. This proviso serves. None should be believed. All should be believed.

Causes of quantum superposition each night spray the transfer. Many riders feet are nauseous.  Sleeplessness, discoloration, dizziness, symptoms of heavy metal poisoning. Sleepers in trance, relations only identical when their converses are. Not too much to say they turned up the drones. After the elections, up the waves. Every relation of converse changed. Agenda a distant binary. Unsure what records were kept, written notes, tape recordings, hidden cameras, insisting on none but memory,  two sources, our own, forced by persons we should call crimes against children, none which adults believe into silence then disbelieve, the city-nation at large absorbed in air, part of houses and world fortune empire anestheticide long before Rome puzzled how sins attach the child, forced acts enveloping, nature each case exaggerates nemesis, truth an octave later with the globe replacing Nazi, a name change processed for no reason other than to serve the robots in a terrible dream where some catastrophe takes place in front of the eyes they are unable to prevent.  NO SHOUT AWOKE THE WORLD FROM lebensraum. Mental biological frontiers bewitched with search for spiritual damnation, the Possessed and nightmares, Wagner made real... art prophesied Weimar, a Going Out of Business sign hung.

Not that the Russians knew anything. They wanted the patent for  world gridlines. Black science being configurations that affect gravity and time tunnels in hyperspace, Moscow built a time portal in Afghanistan not so different from Washington’s dig of Gilgamesh from the Euphrates in order to mutate him on the beltway. UK planetary intelligence agents all the time said they could mutate fifteen dimensions. Proponents hid these mad intentions under a show of balance, order and strength more easily believed. We colonists were of different minds 1) to not acknowledge the collective, 2) to think we are autonomous, unique, 3) that our minds are our own, which you can see for what it is, cave psychologies filling in the entrance, a thin layer of hard earth on top with loose soil further down. Stone letters written below shale in creeks, under factories further down, held on by wax:  "You have seen many things, but pay no attention; your ears are open, but you hear nothing." Reverse timpani. Reverse bark edges, needle grass. Comfort ye annihilation. Colonists would seek to convert  darkness, the good was evil, the evil was good. The boy in the hood. The cow in the could. Dead meat of food, diverse poetry, corona light birth. Every effort of control to domesticate freedom, the more we have, the less we understand. To have a thing but not  know it, do a thing but not do it. Guten noir.