A Word of Soulful Encouragement

Is all this latent tension of cheap sibling rivalry feeding  

factionalism in activism movements' undercurrents...through  

the intransigence of lacking perceiveable actionable 

demand...the spoils of what happens when you have a whip-

around for the mob, rather, than a nuclear war? And, this 

with the money paid -to shut the other course of action, 

up or down? God, himself, surely has had no opinion made 

felt to us. And, sure would any of it surprise anyone who 

has been paying constant attention this last decade? 

Thank God above we can pay for the peace requiring of a  

trillion dollar economy to keep a lid on its protectionist  

secrecy. 

But, that said, plugging an economy in, and getting it on- 

line need no longer be regarded as any revelation worth  

keeping secret. Rather, it ought be a plan worth enacting  

(as is, already, more than decades late, needless to stress)  

as is not understateable, in importance, delivering. And,  

this, to the least surprise, rather than least inefficiency  

-the principle- surely, governing...but that'll tell you 

why tis late...if it is at all... 

But, a plan, nonetheless, it is, as might yet bring that  

much feared-against peace -aforementioned requiring-  

through its natural course, evolving. And, more happily,  

and, in faith, so, than wishing against the fear, and,  

without any other option – but than to fear for lack of  

affirmable faith in His plan's evolving, we might avoid  

that unworthy mood a mistake, already made, in what lead  

to World War II...when, with futility, we caught 

ourselves interfering in His most peaceful design for us...

And, so, avoiding the virtual realm, absolutely, and,  

completely, then, rule, represents to us, wordedly, and,  

in our existential being, competitively, to standards of  

facebook-status-updates (no less, of all concerns!) - our  

governable rights, from each thoughtful, revolt-provoking,  

moment to the next, throughout. 

Why, then, we have, the subconscious spill-out, on-line,  

to show us as much its veritable worth (of "I said, you  

said..." / 'this state, that state...' etc., us-and-them 

representative-experiential-nonsense-dribe)? Only, that, 

with virtual dreams of images of mushroom clouds, should  

its absorption be felt, and, this, alongside  

'media-slave-minister's-diary-cart-before-the-horse-democracy'  

making telly look fashionably defunct before democracy,  

likewise, intellectually, so!

But what hell might speak to awaken those asleep in law's  

worded slumber's minding, as which traditions made them,  

when, without technological bias to inspire their newness 

affronting that such tradition, they might then have had  

been, as 'too surprising' and therefore 'heretical',  

thrown out, normally, to begin? If only confused were their  

reader or mislead, or conspiring to thwart empires,  

unjustly, the accusation, all too often, then, more often  

than not, raising also what other crap laws were made 'back  

then', when Gods' minds swayed, verily, to what was  

comparably all but speculation! 

If we had possibly managed to txt quicker than we might  

behave to act besides - but that word might sooner become  

flesh, if only light ever had spoken but half-quicker,  

than that sacred but retrograde foreign tongues, otherwise,  

might have had governed evil, lest light had failed to  

leave the starting blocks at all...we might not have had  

driven ourselves half-crazy trying just to ignore the  

meaninglessness of our century's and millenium's turning 

decade's final years...as have lead onto this prophetic  

2012...!

And, this, as represented beings, in an art of self- 

expression, so governable - values having had been decided,  

centuries and decades before our time - to be born and grow  

up - whatever your numbers game for wake up calls...but  

that now is our generation for deciding we are ready for  

opportunities and equalities to resolve their game in number,  

as this generation is strong enough to lead the call that  

we are so ready for such things. See how prime takes a  

fill handle and all of a sudden becomes predictable in the 

21st Century, and it never was before! Security, as ever it  

was, the forefront of mathematics, and God's Mind's  

inventiveness, if all can be understood - and secret  

right-up until it needed not be, to man's mere mortal,  

verbose mind!

We ought to be living and growing up together, in the present,  

with our evolving technology, and alongside it, not lagging  

behind it, wishing a luddite revolt were less senseless;  

zenless, to our self-evidenced protest, the art of being -  

to God and the universe, welcome to tell us any different -  

than that we ought rightly to believe it is the case of  

what is actually going on in our value systems, and worth  

raising to consciousness level, or whatever is the virtual 

equivalent...Going through the motions, something ought  

to give...

Where's that party-hat or mask-thing they take to those  

orgies in the pentagon's basement

...WAKE UP SOME PEOPLE UNDER THOSE WORDED WITCHES LAWS SPELLS...

"Gree---tings...from...A-non---ymous...we are 99%" 

Information Junkies

Firstly, according to most doctors and social workers, not to mention some research I’ve done myself, one of the first and major signs of being an addict is that the user doesn’t even realise that they’re addicted. They may not even know what it is that they’re addicted to.

It’s true…for eight years the skin on my hands and face was addicted to moisturiser. I started off with a dry patch on my nose, from smoking or something, for which I was taking 10 to 12 millilitres of alcohol-free moisturiser a day. As we all know from popular media reports, this can quickly become a slippery slope…Before I knew it I had moved on to 20 millilitres of glycerine-enriched Neutrogena. And that was just to satisfy the fingers that I was applying the shit with…I tried to wean myself off it, but eventually I couldn’t even leave the house in the mornings without my fix. It was embarrassing at first, but then I found out there’s more of us sufferers out there. We really should do something about it, like form a support group, Moisturisers Anonymous, or take to the streets and demand our politicians fight a global war against these corporate cosmetics pushers.

Modern medicine is something else, isn’t it? Like, as soon as we discover why it is we sweat and our hormones and our glands produce all this liquidy stuff (steady now), I mean, in our hair, and our skin and everything – we think, nah for god’s sake, we could have done this better. Who needs glands when you’ve got Neutrogena? Who needs pheromones, and natural oils -which may stink now, but they’re FREE– when you can have us going back year after year, for bottle after bottle of glycerine-enriched-denatured-alcoholic-cosmetic-fruit-drinks. They put formaldehyde in shampoo, for god’s sake – that’s taking the piss. If you didn’t think your hair was dead already…

The human race is unique among animals; not because the most of our glandularity is located outside of our bodies; not because of our intelligence, either (I say dolphins are smarter - for the sole reason that they live in the water instead of having it rain on them); not because we utilise technology, either(some monkeys use hammers to crack their nuts, you know…and, some birds drop snails on rocks to break their shells, too…I’ve seen evidence); no, we’re unique because we’re addicted to information.

Whether it’s good news, bad news, idle gossip, magazines, TV all day, computers everywhere, laptops, handhelds, 0898-petty-advertising, intravenous-direct-lines, for god’s sake – we’re all, insatiably, hooked - on information! Now, as every good junkie knows, where we get our supply from might dictate how good a hit we’re gonna get from our fix. Where do you get yours?

Somebody once told me that when Americans come to Europe, they don’t dislike the food, they don’t even hate the people that much – they just miss the billboard advertising on the roadsides back home. They don’t like the BBC, not because they’re a state run government mouthpiece, no, but because they can’t concentrate on any show that’s not interrupted by almost time-lapse virtual shopping at least once every five minutes.

Having done the shopping, the marketing come down leaves us temporarily satisfied, but wondering if we really had a good time or not - or whether it was all just a ploy for the product pushers to get at our money. Deep down, we all know that there are better drugs out there than corporate marketing.