Thoughts on eve of New Year 2020.
We've seen in the year that passed that more taboos (read conventions or for the English speaker, rules) have been broken. Diplomacy, separation of powers, powers in the state invented by Montesquieu) were being sacrificed simply for creating noise for combating new ideas. More people are raised without even the knowledge of past social structure, if it ever existed, other than in the imagination of some.
Practicing religions like Christanism has gone long time ago, maybe after Bush II and 911.
Politically correctness have become a slogan of the lost. Heads of state are used to prove we actually live in an delusional anarchy. Can't even say that since i recon, anarchy means more a chaotic manifestation of raw power which to me at least it has proven non-existent. Large masses are without power, without direction, lost in hedonism and adoration of magicians.
I've been browsing recently the TV series Babylon 5. A Sci-Fi series riddled with politics. There are many lessons in there to be learned but again the young are raised without even being thought the basics of what we knew as sociology, politics.
However many of those lessons are naive as our social live has been since better documented in modern times. In a way, we live in a sort of reality that surpasses the scenery of that show. Most important, this year we only saw the tip of the iceberg.
Honestely, i don't know what forces are manifesting, but to me they seem out of this world, by all the concepts mentioned above.
But it may be only the nothingness described in Buddha's hRdaya sUtra that's manifesting. As this Universe was born from a grain of nothingness and came to this impossible to perceive complexity, so may be the philosophy behind the scenes, seeded millennia ago by this most important Buddhist mantra.
One more thought about diabetes and cancer that is linked to the above.
Don't know where it starts but i think it starts with the adoration of idols, things that personifies our deepest desires. Since we cannot reproduce the high given by the complicity of reflection of our sins we get addicted to those and then start either imitating them or deluding ourselves thinking we find those traits in people surrounding us. Nobody can do what those magicians are doing. They are wired this way. They have a society of their own. In the scientific/technological way, they are like the Minbari in the movie, most advanced in the Alliance. But they might have accumulated all that knowledge from others. In the social way, we don't know how they interact among selves. But it is most likely most of the traits are inherited and kept within and thought since early age. To them, hypnotizing the rest of us may be a skill rooted in their collective subconscious. Maybe they are those who were called in Mahabharata "the snakes". But they also may be just a tool of others. Others like Buddha, the extreme bully, who reduced all to nothing in order to re-create a better world. It is the most extreme form of the death/re-creation myth in from all religions.
After you've been touched by your sin accepted by their mirror, you can never reproduce that high. And that's when you start using pain to get it back. Because pain mixed with pleasure is what you feel when you are bullied by beauty by the priests and priestess of Ishtar. You are being crushed with glamour. You loose all your self respect and senses and become, like "Linda Ronstadt" said, a desperado searching for more, something your body cannot obtain anymore. You start turning your face to strange. (There is one country on Earth that has the capital named Buda and God, Ishten.)
Then, to get that, you start to tolerate and ignore pain that may come from pollutants from environment. Your body starting with parts, like lower part, lowers metabolism as a response to inflammation caused by those. Most enzymes and myriad of bio-chemical mechanisms in your body function optimally in a certain range of temperature.
It may be you are lowering metabolism by holding breath. Lowering oxygen triggers high stress that is usually involved with attaining high levels of pleasure.
Lack of oxygen in tissues, lowering of temperature and metabolism, ignoring or killing pain is the key in both diabetes and cancer. In a way, it is the high given by this mix pain/pleasure sought for that's killing you in the end. "These things that are pleasing you can hurt you somehow". Or like the Bible says. Wage of sin is death.
Too prove that the song is part of the conspiracy, like many or maybe all others. At the end, there's a rainbow, which is only a reflection, refraction and dispersion of light. Twisted if you like.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Friday, December 27, 2019
A Trip to Canyonville
I knew this was going to happen. I forgot to look at the sign at the door two days ago.
Last night when we came back from Canyonville (200 miles south of Portland) at about 5 AM i heard a large dog walking upstairs. No car in the spot. Then i slept until 4 PM.
I've been reading stuff on the internet for the last hours. Now it's seven. At one time i heard knocking upstairs like hitting a nail in the wall.
Then i went to do some cooking in the kitchen and i started to feel the pain in the area with the vocal chords. Some coarsening on low register. I knew. There was a new hole behind the fridge.
(For the last few days i've been sleeping in the bedroom and after being gone for one more night i finally started to have the "diabetes thirst). But today after i got exposed to that dust the thirst sensation is gone. Because that dust contains dog feces bacteria, it will kill your appetite for water)
Pulled the fridge and found the holes, at the joint between cabinet and wall. Where i already put some foam (years ago) and a new line of silicon caulking (a week ago). Found two holes, one major, and covered it again with silicon.
All the time i've been thinking about what happened yesterday. People bullying me on the road (basically everybody, mostly driving very close behind me than passing on the right exactly when i was thinking to pull out of their way, blinding me with high beams on the mirror, other maneuvers). I looked at their faces several times before dark fell and i saw mostly Japanese guys. Even one with a dark American style goatee. Some whites putting a face show. I saw a guy looking at the sky as he wasn't driving. Perfect coordination between multiple vehicles making me thing they are guided by AI, some maybe self driving.
When we left Portland a traffic slowdown and we ended behind a yellow bus CT (i believe China Tour) while the traffic was slowdown from the other direction so they can take a look.
(I don't know what is happening, it did happen several time in the past, while writing here on fb at about this length of the post there is so much lag, it type three new words before one shows so i'm moving on the blog).
Several miles before Rice Hills exit a guy in a huge black Cadillac (i assume by the shape of the tail lights figuring two parenthesis or horns) came at 10 ft behind me blinding me with his high beams on the mirrors. Then he continued doing the same thing to others as i slowed down and remained behind the group.
About 2 miles before Rice Hills i was doing 80 in a 65 area (130 kmh, like everybody else) with low beam, no car in front of me for a quarter mile, an obelisk of hay (square bale) resting layed several feet on the left side of my lane. A reflex made me pull right as it showed in my low beam and if there was any delay in my maneuver i would have hit it. Several miles after i met with a on old small red pickup with a trailer with more of those bales with an yellow LPN starting with 53).
Finally made it to Canyonville. I pulled at the gas station. A show in there two. The next logic pump had a receipt left in it. 260 miles, 8.1 gallons, freeway only. (about a week ago i fixed a vacuum leak, a loose screw by the catch can). Going to Canyonville is going a bit uphill. When trying to leave, a Japanese woman blocked me and trying to stay here as long as i could to insinuate i was buying gas twice.
Nice decoration and sinister exhaust noises in the parking lot at 7 Feathers. At every intersection people bullying. There was lots of smoke in the parking lot.
I played mostly poker for several hours (learned the rules for Jacks and Better, it's the easiest). According to the card, i cycled about 500 dollars and spent only 50. At 50 cents a hand, that is about 1000 hands. I lost constantly, with only 2 or 3 high hands (four of a kind).
But the show in there. Whites only, country music on the speakers. Tall, no, giants, walking as they didn't see me (had to avoid getting in everybody's path). Moving fast, energetic, as they should being from the country side. At one time i thought i saw a woman who remembered me of Carrie Underwood. She looked upset, no, sad, than she sat at the machine where i though Angela was. So when i ran out of money and went to Angela, she was there in here place. She did that several times.
Just about when we left, there he was. Alex da Kid, with a whole team, smiling at me. He then got in my line of sight as i was near Angela trying to convince her to leave. Then he walked in front of us as we were searching for a restroom before we left (the single ones in non-smoking areas where both closed, there was a security guy watching them).
Then i left. Last night i learned a very important lesson. With instant average fuel consumption display on, i realized that on rain, the consumption between 70 and 80 raises by almost 15%. So it's best to drive at up to 70 on rain. It must be the energy used you raise the cloud of water behind with your tires. On dry condition, with that car which has a drag coefficient of .31, there is no difference in consumption between 40 and 90.
But i didn't know that, i was getting under 32, so i pulled to the next rest area to check tire pressure. However, they were the other way around. 36-38 in front, 34-32 in rear at 35 F. I let them last time at 34 front, 32 rear at same temperature. Over inflation in rain condition (they were places with 32 degrees outside, so black ice could have developed) may lead to skidding so i put them back to where they were. I know tires can deflate by themselves, but how in the world can they inflate?
In the rest area, a huge engine idling, masking the hissing sound of me deflating a bit. Then i had a deja vu. I think i did that again last time when i came from there.
More stuff on the road. At the hill next to Mercedes dealership in Wilsonville a guy in an older car, maybe a square Volvo, with taillights dimmed by dirt slowed down going uphill and i saw it in the last moment and avoided it, etc..
Last night when we came back from Canyonville (200 miles south of Portland) at about 5 AM i heard a large dog walking upstairs. No car in the spot. Then i slept until 4 PM.
I've been reading stuff on the internet for the last hours. Now it's seven. At one time i heard knocking upstairs like hitting a nail in the wall.
Then i went to do some cooking in the kitchen and i started to feel the pain in the area with the vocal chords. Some coarsening on low register. I knew. There was a new hole behind the fridge.
(For the last few days i've been sleeping in the bedroom and after being gone for one more night i finally started to have the "diabetes thirst). But today after i got exposed to that dust the thirst sensation is gone. Because that dust contains dog feces bacteria, it will kill your appetite for water)
Pulled the fridge and found the holes, at the joint between cabinet and wall. Where i already put some foam (years ago) and a new line of silicon caulking (a week ago). Found two holes, one major, and covered it again with silicon.
All the time i've been thinking about what happened yesterday. People bullying me on the road (basically everybody, mostly driving very close behind me than passing on the right exactly when i was thinking to pull out of their way, blinding me with high beams on the mirror, other maneuvers). I looked at their faces several times before dark fell and i saw mostly Japanese guys. Even one with a dark American style goatee. Some whites putting a face show. I saw a guy looking at the sky as he wasn't driving. Perfect coordination between multiple vehicles making me thing they are guided by AI, some maybe self driving.
When we left Portland a traffic slowdown and we ended behind a yellow bus CT (i believe China Tour) while the traffic was slowdown from the other direction so they can take a look.
(I don't know what is happening, it did happen several time in the past, while writing here on fb at about this length of the post there is so much lag, it type three new words before one shows so i'm moving on the blog).
Several miles before Rice Hills exit a guy in a huge black Cadillac (i assume by the shape of the tail lights figuring two parenthesis or horns) came at 10 ft behind me blinding me with his high beams on the mirrors. Then he continued doing the same thing to others as i slowed down and remained behind the group.
About 2 miles before Rice Hills i was doing 80 in a 65 area (130 kmh, like everybody else) with low beam, no car in front of me for a quarter mile, an obelisk of hay (square bale) resting layed several feet on the left side of my lane. A reflex made me pull right as it showed in my low beam and if there was any delay in my maneuver i would have hit it. Several miles after i met with a on old small red pickup with a trailer with more of those bales with an yellow LPN starting with 53).
Finally made it to Canyonville. I pulled at the gas station. A show in there two. The next logic pump had a receipt left in it. 260 miles, 8.1 gallons, freeway only. (about a week ago i fixed a vacuum leak, a loose screw by the catch can). Going to Canyonville is going a bit uphill. When trying to leave, a Japanese woman blocked me and trying to stay here as long as i could to insinuate i was buying gas twice.
Nice decoration and sinister exhaust noises in the parking lot at 7 Feathers. At every intersection people bullying. There was lots of smoke in the parking lot.
I played mostly poker for several hours (learned the rules for Jacks and Better, it's the easiest). According to the card, i cycled about 500 dollars and spent only 50. At 50 cents a hand, that is about 1000 hands. I lost constantly, with only 2 or 3 high hands (four of a kind).
But the show in there. Whites only, country music on the speakers. Tall, no, giants, walking as they didn't see me (had to avoid getting in everybody's path). Moving fast, energetic, as they should being from the country side. At one time i thought i saw a woman who remembered me of Carrie Underwood. She looked upset, no, sad, than she sat at the machine where i though Angela was. So when i ran out of money and went to Angela, she was there in here place. She did that several times.
Just about when we left, there he was. Alex da Kid, with a whole team, smiling at me. He then got in my line of sight as i was near Angela trying to convince her to leave. Then he walked in front of us as we were searching for a restroom before we left (the single ones in non-smoking areas where both closed, there was a security guy watching them).
Then i left. Last night i learned a very important lesson. With instant average fuel consumption display on, i realized that on rain, the consumption between 70 and 80 raises by almost 15%. So it's best to drive at up to 70 on rain. It must be the energy used you raise the cloud of water behind with your tires. On dry condition, with that car which has a drag coefficient of .31, there is no difference in consumption between 40 and 90.
But i didn't know that, i was getting under 32, so i pulled to the next rest area to check tire pressure. However, they were the other way around. 36-38 in front, 34-32 in rear at 35 F. I let them last time at 34 front, 32 rear at same temperature. Over inflation in rain condition (they were places with 32 degrees outside, so black ice could have developed) may lead to skidding so i put them back to where they were. I know tires can deflate by themselves, but how in the world can they inflate?
In the rest area, a huge engine idling, masking the hissing sound of me deflating a bit. Then i had a deja vu. I think i did that again last time when i came from there.
More stuff on the road. At the hill next to Mercedes dealership in Wilsonville a guy in an older car, maybe a square Volvo, with taillights dimmed by dirt slowed down going uphill and i saw it in the last moment and avoided it, etc..
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
One Eyed Wanderer
Quite sexy. The woman on the right.
I have never known this expression, "One eyed wanderer", until i listened to Elton John's song. Can you feel the love. Today i started to reason. Isis is the goddess of love, sex and war. What interests me now is her son, Horus. There are Egyptian amulets and papyri that represent Wadjet in the form of the eye of Horus.
We all know the importance of Norse gods in our lives. After all, in English they gave us the names of some of the days of the week. Odin for Wednesday, Thor for Thursday, Freya for Friday. The others, Sunday (day of Sun), Monday (day of Moon), Saturday (from Saturn) i guess come from the Romans. In French the name for Friday is venerdi. Freya and Venere are both godesses of love. Venus is Romanized Isis (note here the Roman name Lucifer for the sometimes horny godess Isis, horned Vikings). Wednesday is mercredi, mercoledi in Italian, obviously from wandering Mercury, Thursday is jeudi or jovedi from Jupiter of course (also a thunderous god) and mardi, martedi is for Mars. Wondering where samedi came from, cause i know about sabbato).
What else do we got. Pyramids. There are pyramids in Sweden or so they say.
