Random

~My tum has been wobbly since yesterday morning, ouchy-gassy and vaguely nauseous. Not debilitating, just 'eh'. It sorta comes and goes. I'm thinking it's likely stress related. I've been pushing myself with these two new Addenda since last week after a particularly stressful month.

Then there was the lovely triple-month phone bill from AT&T Le-Le shared with me on Monday. [the result of 'consolidating accounts to save money'..they nail you up front first, the fuckers] That has fucked a whole set of plans for this month.

And Saturday it'll be eight years since shit blew up at Hotel Hell, an old wound that still 'aches when the weather changes'. I suspect I'm gonna take that one with me to my grave.

*sigh* Feel like I'm just whining, though I know I need to let this shit out or it will take me to said grave sooner rather than later...yadda yadda yadda...

Her Prophet Speaks

"Perhaps the most common theme in Human history is that what is first thought of as ridiculous almost always become ubiquitous, a Lesson which we shall in due course Teach The World about our New Matriarchy."

Random

...hand written at around four o'clock yesterday afternoon...

~Slept long and hard. Weird dreams of course. A miniseries mash-up of “Escape From New York”, "Schindler’s List” and “Gattica” as directed by Albert Brooks. Went on forever. Wild boars down in the subways, red eyes glowing and reindeer antler tusks. Very Christmasy. Hitler asking a room full of Jewish grandmothers to forgive him and then getting crushed in a group hug. An uber shiny West L.A. Atomic Style future where children were referred to as 'bio-plushies'...

That's all I wrote. Got distracted by other things. I have other hand written pages that need typing as well. They're gonna wait, too.

A Decade [from LJ]

~I don't feel like saying much about this day. The tsunami of Tragedy Porn vomiting endlessly across every media platform disgusts me and the idea of adding to it I find repulsive.

I do however have a few things to share. The events of ten years ago unleashed a tremendous amount of psychic energy. It was palpable and I found myself feeding upon it, not to wallow in grief and rage like everyone else seemed to, but to channel my energy into opening doors.

Exactly two weeks later, Nebris was born when I created this journal. Roughly another two weeks after that E revealed The Pentavalent to me. Both were results of all that newly released energy.

I feel some days like I'm now more Nebs than that Daly fella. And The Pentavalent and all that has grown from it is what my entire present life is about. Indeed most of what and whom I have in my life these days comes through them.

There is more, but I'm going to leave this at that and take a nap....

Her Prophet Writes

~As I mentioned a few days back, I am doing a major edit on The Explanation. I'm pulling the old Addendum C [Her Prophet Sez It 'Brooklyn Style']. It's kinda cute, but over time it hasn't sat well with me. I'm replacing it with the new Addendum C [The Individual and The Hive], which is about as far away from 'cute' as I can get. You'll note it's stuck all the way over in my DW 'The Temple' account. It's gonna marinade there for a few days.

The thing does make me twitchy. It's a real serious Mosaic barn burner of a piece, one of those that flow out of me when 'The Fire Is Upon My Spirit' but frankly embarrasses me later when I read it in a 'normal head-space', whatever the fuck that is. But I Know that there is Truth there, so I just go with it.

I'm also shifting the present Addendum D [The Temple's Flag] back to becoming Addendum E to make way for Addendum D [The Matriarchal Calendar], which is still being written. In fact, once I post this, I'm going back to work upon that. Of course this will mean I'll have to repost the entire Explanation in it's Blogspot, but such are the burdens of being Her Prophet. They should all be so 'tough'.

And so it is....

Nebs Sez [9/11 Trutherism]

"No radio controlled aircraft. No secret demolitions. That's all Hollywood fantasy bullshit. Too expensive, too manpower intensive and far too complicated. Too many moving parts that could fuck up and too many mouths to shut afterward. That's not how real Intel-Ops work.

We have plenty of people who hate our fucking guts and often for good reason. All that was really required was to 'leave the door open'. Shift resources and manpower away from Anti-Terrorist Ops. Ignore all the warning signs. And then just wait.

Bu$hCo was probably expecting something at best on the scale of Oklahoma City. That would have been sufficient for their purposes, the full implementation of The Corporate State. What they got was beyond their wildest dreams and I suspect actually overwhelmed them. It certainly fueled their hubris.

But anyway...I suspect that when the various 9/11 Truther rumblings began, Langley simply sent some of its people to feed to them and muddy the waters with more Hollywood fantasy. It provides a great cover for the simple truth of the original Op and discredits an entire sector of the govt's critics.

There is also a racist subtext to this concept. That there's no way a dozen or so 'sand niggers' could hurt America this badly. A secret US Govt cabal with High Tech goodies is far more comforting. 'They' could never ever do this to us; we're far too strong and special. So we must have done it to ourselves."

Quote of The Day

"There is no such thing as Democracy, never was, never has been, except in temporary fleeting moments. If you and three friends discuss where to eat lunch, then, come to agreement and go there, democracy existed for the few brief seconds when you all decided. Democracy is just another smokescreen tool for fooling the masses into thinking "someone else" is not in control." ~Vincent Tabacco