Splendid exploration in soapy (As the Urn Turns) imagery neatly woven, (as one manages to follow the fascinating bouncing ball) into the 'infinite digressions' which ultimately serve to awaken ones to the sad and horrific productions local and global, endlessly inserted into our mad mad world reality. Still brought to you by the ghouls and demons for whose steady diet we are currently but appetizers, wending our way to soon become regular fare. Unless!?-Now comes the curious part which seems always and forever to lurk in the unattainable realm of mystery, or not.
Well said indeed. Thank you for reading. In one of the commentaries on the Yoga Sutras, there is a line about ignorance having no beginning, but it has an end.
Bushmen of Australia would kill a twin baby if food was scarce. It’s a survival strategy for the clan. Millions of abortions happen every year because the parents have no cultural or food security. The psychological consequences last a lifetime. Hard choices are made every day.
Thanks John for the comment and for taking the time to read to post. Indeed, but we are not talking about clan survival. And of course the Romans I believe made a certain abortive strain of Syrian rue extinct from overuse. We are talking about the ritual rape and murder of toddlers by those running this show. And they serve a particular deity, real or not. We (Logosophia Books) have published two books (Our Life Beyond MKUltra and Walking with Aletheia) by two women who have recovered from, as best as possible, this abuse. There are thousands, probably hundreds of thousands out there ignored. We try to give them a voice because no one: law enforcement, their gov't, media, their family, friends, will acknowledge them. Though I will say the number of those clued into the reality of these horrific programs has greatly increased, especially through people like Cathy O'Brien.
Agreed, choices are difficult, nearly impossible, like a friend who took the shot to keep a pension, feed his family, and got nerve damage. As the opening line of Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow goes: "A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now."
Splendid exploration in soapy (As the Urn Turns) imagery neatly woven, (as one manages to follow the fascinating bouncing ball) into the 'infinite digressions' which ultimately serve to awaken ones to the sad and horrific productions local and global, endlessly inserted into our mad mad world reality. Still brought to you by the ghouls and demons for whose steady diet we are currently but appetizers, wending our way to soon become regular fare. Unless!?-Now comes the curious part which seems always and forever to lurk in the unattainable realm of mystery, or not.
Well said indeed. Thank you for reading. In one of the commentaries on the Yoga Sutras, there is a line about ignorance having no beginning, but it has an end.
Well that's a comforting something to thread into my rainbow dreams. XO
Bushmen of Australia would kill a twin baby if food was scarce. It’s a survival strategy for the clan. Millions of abortions happen every year because the parents have no cultural or food security. The psychological consequences last a lifetime. Hard choices are made every day.
Thanks John for the comment and for taking the time to read to post. Indeed, but we are not talking about clan survival. And of course the Romans I believe made a certain abortive strain of Syrian rue extinct from overuse. We are talking about the ritual rape and murder of toddlers by those running this show. And they serve a particular deity, real or not. We (Logosophia Books) have published two books (Our Life Beyond MKUltra and Walking with Aletheia) by two women who have recovered from, as best as possible, this abuse. There are thousands, probably hundreds of thousands out there ignored. We try to give them a voice because no one: law enforcement, their gov't, media, their family, friends, will acknowledge them. Though I will say the number of those clued into the reality of these horrific programs has greatly increased, especially through people like Cathy O'Brien.
Agreed, choices are difficult, nearly impossible, like a friend who took the shot to keep a pension, feed his family, and got nerve damage. As the opening line of Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow goes: "A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now."