Our outpost was invisible. Rebellion was a small event among the anonymous compounds.
This penury was multilayered in a *Stockholm-Munchhausen mosaic of tribes squeezed between the coasts of the present-day fabulous and its history. People dug tracks in their temples to convince themselves that it was a perfect world. These tracks could be seen when taken apart. This they did not do. Every effort was made to conceal one cell in an organism known to The Secret as Mammon-Oranus, a huge digestive system of money that they passed into and out of. The media governed The Secret with this primitive nervous system, for as you know the gut also has a brain, stimulating the tribes with “wow impulses.” Each cell would digest money, excrete money, displacing and inhibiting other psychological processes of inner being. After exposure The Secret mind produced these impulses on its own without stimulation. The possession of products renamed them the way psychiatric patients rename themselves with their disease. There were Ford families, Sony people. Genuine interiority was exchanged for these so-called commercial identity.
*love of captivity-sickness
No wonder they feared. Deserters from the other side knew all the stratagems. Supposed opposites ISIL alongside EU. More the disinformed. A military seems to suit us, an invisible Pict Wall, or a colony, but nothing so dramatic as Hadrian for our fortification of mind.
In the race to cut doubt down those at war with the wild worlds of badger, tortoise and yarrow, and the ways of angels, a whole crowd prophesied when world government theologues ordered the extinction. You would not believe what visible-invisible supernatural intercourse emerged to replace the natural. Bare topped flat rock provoked the thought of the age. Recruited from the marines, disloyal at best, rebellion at worst, many recaptured had been treated with drugs and reintegrated back into the Forces. The Münchows, as they like to be called, take their doubts of this as if there were Waking Trees and cut them down, not as the prophet who overturns the once believed, but as in the world what is done. These are known by their
"capability to disrupt electrical appliances"
spoofer sprays
entrained plasma orbs
plasma-cloaked craft mistaken for UFOs
fungi, bacteria, viruses, dessicated red blood cells, crystalline substances, carbon, metal cations, lithium, other chemicals, heavy metals and smart dust.
We are sidetracked in the staging of this news. Behind the events broadcast by the Secret Media blatant beast every single opinion in the world was wrong. The entire purpose was to absorb the attention of the single celled audience. Government, science, networks actors on play to the audience of History, philosophy seated in mutual relation to each other as onions, none more primary than another, except of course in the fantasy/reality the stages project. There the drones rule by the channels. There have been drones all our lives. The worker bee fulfills the dictates of a "higher" power, the queen and the hive. Bestiaries have always done this to the natural, to demean bees if we take them as symbolic of ourselves. We had seen drones among the neighbors spouting the shibboleths of culture, people who got exercised about sports, politics, news, fashion. From behind or above and it is all a series of staged levels inclusive of just one thing: the stage. Behind the scenes puppet masters pull the string. Behind the puppet masters lies another unreal thing, which is why I saying, "oh do not ask what is it, let us go and make our visit."
They doubled the amount of sleeping gas let loose upon the world. Instead of writing what we did we wrote what they thought. Whether either matters is a thing to decide.The first and middle stages of unknowing are not conscious, but consciousness can work after many reps. When time brings recognition there's a continual Rapture In Progress. Having no purpose, no goal, the thing has its finish, a romance to reach another world. That naive fact does so without wondering, but does not explain a current or a bird. I prefer the river. Go to sleep, wake up in the data base naive, which would be lost if it must first be known. If only you could teach it they say. Those practical seizings of the moment would intuit a method. Nothing about the universe has changed, unless it's the way we think.
The face, the nose, the brow among hunchbacks, then came a vision of stone cuts joined like faery heads to illustrate the speech of the rose preparing future. No need consider, even if they say it is upon us, fueled by undermined coal, black and white topographies, tunnels and roads, and by oil where we lived along two tracks. Those who know the future stay out of the mines. Whose name is this, this name and this, pretty uncircumcised cartoons.
European, African, Latin American, Indian and Asian were seduced into this perfect world by advertising. Later centuries thought they would do equally well immigrating to and from other planets, even as they had to this “new world.” I say they thought they might convince us, meaning we were led by the tracks to think they could. The entire affair was an invention even if a dozen generations thought not. You see this is what they were led to believe.
I dropped heavy stones from the small bridge to explode them, fastening torpedoes to the undersides of little metal sheds that housed the polluted creek. Among overturned bales of metal never taken out from wrecks, and slag piles that breathed iron rails, oil stains from the pumping fires and unscrubbed smoke later white, now black as soot. Jack pulpits hid in the springs. Creosote ties, spikes, rail rock made the beds.The dirt floor of the firehouse nation, call it fire axes and mats, was Alexander-Nebuchadnezzar of the north. Alejandro-Nabucodonosor! Ophelia was still silent in her crying. Apocalypse sat in its chair glum, with a lump of a beating heart, a right rock its hand.
The axiom denies all its shortcomings while practicing them. One imagines they should say give it time and believe. It is a flat earth of no border. Consciousness is a scene of huge depth, atmosphere, ionosphere, magnetosphere, 1000 feet above and below the surface, and then below the surface, continents, plates and lava streams. The human is like a submersible between. All documents on this site are meant to explore the staging of the worlds.
accepted protocols professionally known, consumed and filled with mere prejudice, left and right, no matter, about the rest.
Auto de fe: It looks like it's going to be an Altered Sky today with more Weather Wars, unwritten as yet, with local outbursts of tomography, topography and atmospherics under the assumption that modern consciousness, for all its boasting and self assurance, is linear and two dimensional practically speaking, so literature and furniture are not so different, and thought is one piece of two, although it will be denied. This has still not happened.
Dwarfs and Giants,
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