Friday, February 19, 2010
Quantum Je-bus: Where It's At
You've got to burn to shine, bro. Burn.
I want to make an argument. This is complicated so stay with me here... the details are important. Hold on before you decide what it is I really think about things, cuz I might surprise you.
There are now and have always been two forces that appear at war with each other, although in fact they work in a tense and gleeful partnership. They are... MOM and DAD. Depending upon the natural tendencies of the person, the perspective is usually greatly slanted to one or the other.
The Mother lovers: the new age, the green movement, moralists, liberals, spiritual fascists and indigo children. It is all over the news. The Nazi movement was built on the principle of moral spirituality and the harmony of man and nature. Where it starts is always where it ends. In case you don't know it, the Nazis won my friend. We, west of Jerusalem, are now and have for almost 100 years, lived in a state of perfectly functional global fascism. The first phase of the 1000 year Reich, which is the unification of all nations into a corporate body, is nigh on to completed.
With deliberate irony and panache, this period of human social history was seeded into common knowledge during the French Revolution, purported as the herald of the end of human bondage, which crowning symbol was Diana. Diana, who is the supreme symbol of Lunar Agriculture and the pagan worship of nature. If you think about it, you will realize that a successful enterprise of global agriculture by its definition must be that of a fascist state - a slave state - where the individual is totally bound by responsibility to the perpetuation of 'society' into the endless future.
The programmers of this Brave New World Order have, over the 6000 years since the inception of their plan, modulated the technique used to shanghai the individual person into the patterns of a bewildered thrall. The latest of these techniques, which was a big reason for the Second World War (the clever hidden message of Inglourious Basterds), is 'media propaganda' and it is fucking sophisticated.
The new world promised by the likes of Eckhart Tolle, The Greens, The Wiccans, and all the granola munching puritans in Seattle, theirs is a world of agricultural fascism. I single out Tolle: not in the least bit a spiritual teacher, but an apparatchik and a racketeer. His work is designed, packaged, marketed and delivered rush overnight to middle and upper middle class people the world over. Not to enlightlen them, but to prepare in the subconscious zeitgeist the complex argument that will be used to mitigate the complete enslavement of humanity to corporate concern - not to mention the murder of the individual.
Thing is, The Powers That Be know that this plan will in all likelihood collapse under the inherent stress it will cause. This is where DAD comes in.
The Daddy doers: fiscal conservatives, capitalists, political communists, military strategists, religious dogmatics, traditionalists of every kind. Alex Jones and Alan Watt are two famous examples of the philisopical wing. David Icke, ironically, is another. These people are either paid stooges or seriously dense. I suspect the latter. Regarding communism, most people don't understand it because they mistake that the political aspect is an end when it is only a means. The end goal of communism is a corporate capitalist state. China is not a country, it's a business. The best business on earth and getting better.
Anyway, as the bloody truth of the agricultural cult of redrum becomes accessible to the common man and woman, DAD applies a counter measure to ensure stability. 1400 years ago, Islam is born, just a simple seed. But make no mistake about it my pasty little friends. Green is the color of Islam and the future is Green. A global psycho-fascist agri-state where every aspect of tradition, knowledge and social behavior is rigidly and ritually educated and enforced by a state religion. It's gonna happen and nothing can stop it. Global Islam. Bring it baby! Allah be praised!
Right about now you might be thinking I'm a bit of a conspiracy junky and a 'freeman type'. You would be very wrong my friend. In fact, I think the conspiracy, which I call reality, is perfect in every way. Perfect and getting perfecter. As such I am a strict fatalist. What will be will be. I simply take delight in exploring the details of this impossibly marvelous plan - a pastime, you might say. Nero fiddling while Rome burns, that sort of thing. It's a state of grace, and not indifference.
We are all 'in the game'.
At last can get to the point of this 'argument', which is to reveal the discreet nature of what I try to communicate in my blog as art, in my communications with honesty, bribery, theft, as simply as I can, and in my life as a person of optimism and patience.
'... changes aren't permanent, but change is...'
- Neal Peart
Before anything at all can be understood, and I mean anything at all, one must first discover that reality is in every way impossible. I can not be writing this, and yet I am. You can not be, are not reading this...
I must refer to the experience of two others that are reported very similar to my own.. that of RAW and PKD. Dick's story in particular, is remarkably like that of my own. Now sure, lots of folks out there are feeling the vibe and observing the profoundly weird things that are going around. What's different here is that like me, these men came to an legitimate understanding of the event they lived through. RAW, a clever and talented man, found a highly intellectual grasp of inevitable reality and reported it with childish glee. Dick, like me, was essentially destroyed by the process. Not because he was less able to process, but because he was exceptionally and in particular emotionally sensitive to literary motif.
By decoding his personal synchs, he came to the same conclusion I will now explain as my direct experience. The words could be Dick's, although he was a pretty smokin' writer, to which I make no serious threat. You can take it or leave it as you will, but what follows is a fact. If you read it and understand it, you will have the answer to every question of politics and science at your finger tips.
Jesus Christ, who is the real and One god of All, walked the earth as a man, and he was put on the cross, in a horrible act of serial violence. As he 'died' he uttered the words 'it is accomplished', but less known is the secretly taught rumor bespoke by him to one of the thieves crucified with him.
'If you believe in me NOW, then although you suffer upon the cross, you are immortal and with me in heaven'.
Christ proclaimed, predicted with pinpoint accuracy, the destruction of Solomon's Temple. This moment was 'the beginning of the end of time'. Time, which is the cause of all death and suffering. Christ promises to return at the end of of Two Thousand years, when time runs out completely, to establish his ABSOLUTE and eternal kingdom. Beyond Time and therefore beyond death. When the temple is destroyed, the Kaballistic Scientists know they have to Act fast to maintain alchemical dominance over life and death. These guys are fucking powerful and in control - fah rizz, and as time winds down, they know Christ must not intervene (for reasons I will explain if I am asked). To STOP the naturally stable and spherical perpetuation of divinity, of quantum time, they will force it into a cubical response to human events. The Kaballists call this the Cube of Space... but what they don't advertise is that to create The Cube, a time-loop had to be created. The effort to do so was a complete and fabulous success. Time, reality itself was looped around 80 A.D, about the time of the Book of Acts. No one knows for sure, not in the mainstream anyway, just how far back in time the loop goes, but it doesn't matter to the Scientist, because the return of Christ is perpetually stalled. The truth of our so-called 'reality' is that we have traveled this loop for an ocean of time and don't rightly know. The variety of history and advance of the human species is an illusion, a feedback loop of created by two lines of tape as they pass each other in space. It's all done with magnets. And there is no way out.
For Dick, this was an awful reckoning, and he reverted into a febrile religious fervor. A madness of the kind one does not really enjoy. For me, it was a little different, not clever or talented, but ballsy and kinda ignorant. Ignorant and bottomless-ly curious. I won't go into the results of my experiment but suffice it to say it was a little rough, and this is where being a punk really came in handy. Punks have no shame. They eat their own guts and ask for seconds. They recover, clean up the puke and party on. Sure, it's all shit, but it's not bad. Not bad at all.
I recovered from a horrible fate by embracing my punk, and thus I was able to uncover a further truth, missed by the probing Dick. By trapping us in a perpetual time loop, the Scientist has made humanity immortal!!!
All of us live forever, we just forget it from time to time. Moreover, this time trap elucidates an uplifting viewpoint of the cosmos, and also a startling irony. Because we have cycled, like I said, through an ocean of time since the Crucifixion of Christ, he could rightfully step in and bring his coming at any moment. I like to call this the Hangman's Loophole. Here's the irony, and it's a kicker. Exactly because the Satanic Scientists have succeed in their plan to trap reality in a loop of time that they can not dismantle, making us all technically immortal, Je-bus doesn't have to step in. Doesn't have to and probably couldn't be bothered, having the best seat in the madhouse, up there on his cross, bleeding forever, Looking down on it all - the madness - and laughing his fucking head head off.
It is accomplished, indeed. The sonofabitch may not have had the power to do a damn thing. Could have been the worlds greatest con. Just enough bluff and political savvy to turn over the wrong carts at the right time and fool the God of Genesis into saving us all forever. Forever in a dream of letters and flesh.
So I, Artislav Mel, am revealed at last, for those who haven't figgered it yet. A Je-bus Phreak. What can I say, I have a thing about beauty.
Jebus H. Christ is my super quantum fucking superhero. Always has been. And without a doubt the greatest, the only genius of all time.
Here's to you, master. Your chill be done.