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About me                                                             Prologue

    √   So, like, it all started when I got called in to the principal’s office in ’eighty-one or -two. (Turned out he only wanted me to solve his Rubik’s Cube, but it’s been downhill ever since anyway.)
    √   I like programming subroutines and custom functions in VBA code just for kicks, but have never been particularly proficient at it. (Never having fully accepted wysiwyg as reality, never having fully adjusted to humans interfacing with pointing/shooting/clicking at little cartoon representations of increasingly abstract unreality on a screen—intangibility behind the screen, actually—I never could quite bring myself to accept this field as viable or valid in terms of preparing for a “career” in it.)
    √   Shakespeare is for old farts. It’s twue; it’s twue! The masterwork of the Bard—who was, at times, a lot bawdier than most folks realize—should be back in your life if you’re no longer a young’ǝn and you’ve got some maturity miles on you. So if you do, get reacquainted with him, ’cause you’ll be amazed! But you have to finish reading not just a second or a third play, you have to read lots of ǝm, and more than once; then you’ll start to see an “otherworldly overview” that he “stamped”/“imprinted” on the stuff, and it’s a mindboggler. And don’t cheat with the so-called translations, because the four-hundred-year-old lingo does sink in after a while, but only if you persevere with the footnotes. Bizarre stuff, at least at first, this early Modern English—and frankly, how strangely similar it is to most dialects of Spanish even today, but that’s another story—with its overuse of the subjunctive mood; its more narrowly-structured, more literal lexicon in terms of denotations and connotations of words; and its ridiculously over-the-top, antiquated caste system of second-person pronouns and obsequious forms of address; but after you get used to it, it clicks—easy peasy lemon squeezy; and then, finally, reading and studying his work is more fun than doing Sudoku or going bowling. (Who knew?)
    √   Of course you didn’t understand William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury; or Go Down, Moses; or Absalom, Absalom! the first time you tried to read it! Nobody did! You’re not supposed to. That’s the whole point. So you’re grasping at straws, taking notes as you read, asking your teacher to explain interior monologue and polyphonic narrative again, sketching the characters’ family tree, or racing to the back of the book to frantically flip through the chronology and the genealogy. What a pain! And you’re thinking why is this crazy author making me go to so much work? isn’t he supposed to have done all that? and then it sinks in: no! he did much more—and brilliant—work to have made everything come out this way. So you man up, hit it again, rethink your strategy, and finally—maybe on the second or third try—you turn the corner on it. But wait! Now it’s exciting, ’cause you get it! Then you’re ready to tackle other literature with ergodic text; so you decipher and conquer, and maybe even appreciate, oh, say, Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. But you’re probably not in a hurry to go back and reread this recondite bear with everything in it from retrograde narrative to Poisson distributions, because the required effort is too Herculean. With Faulkner though, you do. You do want to reread his work, again and again. The “feel” and the “mood” you get from it are such that you just do. It’s that enjoyable. That is, at least partly, why this Southern author—whose work I love—is so important. (And there’s always this: his short stories are a million times better than F. Scott Fitzgerald’s.)

                                                         The Quick Scoop

       Done moved on from Reading Lite. The Tastes Great part can be cool, even refreshing now and then; but the Less Filling part just doesn’t work if you wannǝ keep on learning, arriving at your next level of understanding, and sorting out what the Big Picture/the Implex is really all about. And I do. Isn’t that the point?
       For those of us who are what Jack London—in his one-of-a-kind novel Martin Eden—called the “individualist” and what Flannery O’Connor called the “rebel-artist-mystic”—the concept of which she explained in her amazing Complete Stories better than anyone else ever could—living and working in the U.C.N.A. (United Corporations of New Atlantis) has become an almost unbearably miserable ordeal. Citizens are unwittingly falsely polarized to a debilitating impasse, government at almost every level is committed to engineering and perpetrating abusive schemes, employers are bent on instigating inquisitions and on sustaining rigged systems of impoverishment for most, employees are too unprincipled/too spineless/too immobilized by the copout of “that’s-how-it-is” groupthink to compel a paradigm shift toward equitability, and way too few of us are spiritually awake enough to stop the madness. What’s more, everybody is so addicted to/occupied with busyness and noise, and so perplexed and incensed when a freethinker/nonconformist dares to sit out the insane game that all the “team players”—(be they willing, grudging, or faking)—just keep on playǝn, that I’ve simply become disgusted and fed up with it all. So, these days, I find positive ways to channel my energy, help others, and spend my time growing spiritually and intellectually.
       I am a convert to vegetarianism. (The novels of Hermann Hesse can be credited for part of it.) It was a sudden transformation, and it probably happens that way to lots of people who’re interested in nonreligious spirituality/mysticism. (Hey, don’t knock it: you get the godawful meat with the godawful growth hormones out of your system and those pesky, unwanted forty-four kilograms/ninety-seven pounds might fall offǝ you, too.)
       Viví en México por mucho tiempo y puedo hablar español bastante bien. De hecho, pasé años en el Estado de Chiapas —y meses en Sonora y en Veracruz también— y lo extraño.

                                                          Favorite Songs

    √   [I Did It] “My Way” (as performed by Frank Sinatra);
    √   “Take This Jobb and Shove It” ([the word jobb being a four-letter word and all] as performed by Johnny Paycheck); and
    √   “I’m a Ramblin’ Man” (as performed by Waylon Jennings).

(Gee, it’d sure be swell if you’d pretend along with me that here marks the end of the “About me” section and the start of the “About my library” section. Thanks.)

                         My Interests/Concerns and How They Relate to Literature

       One—Student of postmodern literature in particular, but of other movements/periods—especially modernism and postpostmodernism—as well. I do not lump genre fiction together with so-called popular fiction: while serious, literary fiction is not a subset of genre fiction, the converse is sometimes true, which is to say that some of genre fiction is serious and has literary merit; but Reading Lite will never be “meritorious,” which is to say that being a passive entertainee may be fun, but indulgence therein cannot and will not contribute to an adult’s spiritual or intellectual growth. (I get it that most readers don’t agree with this outlook, but I calls ǝm as I sees ǝm.) In nonfiction, I’m interested in:
          √   comparative mythology/comparative religion (You know you can smell a rat somewhere when, etymologically, the word religion boils down to “a system that binds, holds people back.”);
          √   the occult/the esoteric (These terms do not mean “evil,” they mean “hidden,” and I’m interested in unhiding them, so to speak, because that’s a big piece of how we get our power back!);
          √   linguistics (You’re ahead of the pack when it dawns on you why linguistics is the science of language, why literature is the art of language, in what ways they’re complementary, and in what ways they’re discrete.);
          √   “cultural” theory (Unfortunately, so-called cultures are virtual realities of sorts, where people are imprisoned inside linguistic- and value-based structures [the consequences of which could be alleviated significantly if people would only stop accepting and consenting to all the constraints of the game!]);
          √   gnosis/gnosticism (The term gnosis means the knowledge born of direct experience, as in you don’t naïvely believe in some dogmatic system that was set up to mislead the masses, you acquire your own awareness of the falsities of this and other systems for having experienced them for yourself. More broadly, gnosticism refers to the teachings related to this knowledge of transcendence arrived at by way of interior, intuitive means. Gnosis and gnosticism are the big guns for anyone who is not stuck in some low-level “belief system,” and I look at the investigation into these studies like the advanced-postreligion and advanced-postnew-age parts of a spiritual, even shamanic, journey [and this journey, or rather, battle, surprisingly, is debatably better allegorized/epitomized by a movie than it is by any one book. Actually, it’s represented best by a trilogy of flicks that are essentially about one.) What is the control system we’re in? two.) Why are we in it? and three.) How do we get out of it?]);
          √   metaphysics (I’ll leave you to ponder whether metaphysics is to physics as metafiction is to fiction—or, you can just think of it like metaphysical is that which is above and beyond the physical, which is kind of like saying that which lies outside the scope of “science,” which, it turns out, ironically, here in this world of inversions, is mostly fiction—a farce—because it’s part of the control system, part of keeping people believing the opposite of what really is. And not only that, so-called science fiction has a lot of truth in it! Wait, it gets even more sinister: scientism—which we are almost all, unknowingly, adherents of—is actually a religion! Look it up. Study up on it. Then throw it out, ’cause it’s limiting us all.);
          √   theosophy (While I’m not a proponent of this branch of esotericism, the study of it is fascinating and useful in terms of gaining a better understanding of so-called ancient, hidden wisdom, and historically, how remnants of it show up in other movements—from new thought to pentecostalism/“prosperity theology”/televangelism to new age.);
          √   mysticism (We can fret over the nomenclature while attempting to define this term or we can look at it like “What is it that successfully transcends this corrupt demiurge/false duality we’re stuck in so that we can get the heck out of here?”);
          √   the paranormal/the transnormal (The more “spiritually evolved” among us have pieced together that what is currently deemed para- and transnormal in “conventional wisdom” [which is rarely wise] is actually normal for threeD reality! The problem, though, is that we’re not in threeD reality—we’re in threeD unreality, because of the deception, the physiological and etheric tampering, and the suppression of more advanced spiritual concepts that are being carried out on us in order to keep us locked in to the matrix.);
          √   multidimensional/transdimensional reality and how the various levels interconnect with multidimensional/transdimensional anatomy (The notion that we each have one body is dangerously limited thinking, not to mention wrong. For starters, we have a physical body, an etheric body, an astral body, a mental body, and a causal body.);
          √   quantum physics and fractal holographics (I ain’t no rocket scientist. If you aren’t either, let’s cut to the chase: “science” has been pseudoscience all along and reality isn’t what we thought it was.); and
          √   astrotheology (Etymologically, “the ‘spoken word’ [which is actually the telepathic thought] of the ‘god[s]’ in the stars.” Because, unfortunately, the vast majority of folks have no concept of the difference between the exoteric and the esoteric, they stay stuck in some “outer belief system” which prevents them from becoming an initiate of—[that is, simply put, a beginner of, or one who has at least started the process of]—the unhiding of the esoteric/occulted/hidden inner level of the “know-thyself” process, which, in turn, is all about studying and taking action, so that individual consciousness, and, aggregately, the consciousness of humanity, can evolve. Regrettably, this en-masse ignorance accounts for not only why most people never even get close to the process of learning that we are individually holographically similar to the structure of larger “systems”—[as in, “as above, so below,” which is partly what a hologram is]—but also why so many people end up “believing in” some outer-level, symbolic, allegorical nonsense/deception. Like, for instance, the worship of the sun/son—[the wordplays everywhere you look never cease to amaze me, and I’m a linguist!]—for “salvation,” otherwise known as the copout of looking externally for someone/something else to “save” or “rescue” you as opposed to you doing your own internal work.).
              One a.)—On and off for a few years, I’ve enjoyed some of the postFaulknerian work of Cormac McCarthy (whose novels, by period, are obviously postmodern, but their style—since they have literary characteristics more akin to modernism—is more like what I’d call retromodern), especially the ones he wrote in the western genre. Despite the fact that I get annoyed by his use of invalid eye dialect (as in following modal verbs [like could, would, and their compañeros] with the preposition of, which is a written or typographic grammatical error [not to mention meaningless gibberish], not a spoken or dialogue error, because no one ever says such a thing: a character may “think” he does, but if so, he’s actually confusing the word of with the contracted ’ve, the two utterances of which sound identical in rapid speech; and since this error is written, not spoken, it simply does not merit an orthographic representation in attempting to represent dialogue; and therefore occurrences of it on the page end up being eyesores rather than constituting valid eye dialect); anyway, even though his frequent use of invalid eye dialect gets on my nerves, I like the fact that, in his westerns—(think the novels of the Border Trilogy, not Blood Meridian, because the latter is horrifically violent and superdifficult, but not in a fun, engaging way)—when the dudes are traipsing around Mexico, el diálogo en español no es traducido. (Of course, when most authors write dialogue en inglés y en español, they turn right around and spoonfeed you the “answer,” and that’s just, well, demasiado fácil.)
              One b.)—Turns out there’s not just a generation gap, but a country gap, and other gaps, and they make people think—and therefore behave—differently, sometimes radically so, from one group to the next. (Culture, schmulture. Live in a different country for significant time and you see clearly that the people there don’t have a different culture, but a different mind. Each group with a gap, so to speak, is wired differently, and linguistic relativity seemingly does not account for the entire disparity.) Why? Who or what is driving that? How is it being used against humanity as a whole? And what about how the “mainstream media”/the trancebox/the boobtube manipulate human thinking in an en-masse sortǝ way with subliminal messages and incredible propaganda and godknows what all else? Por ejemplo: why do most folks buy that it is “terrorism” when “they” do it but not when “we” do it? Simple hypocrisy, or is there far more to it than that? I love studying this stuff—the “gaps” and what Noam Chomsky calls “the spectacular achievements of propaganda,” that is—and figuring out how it all ties to the hidden knowledge/the matrix/the insane game we’re stuck in. (And, of course, figuring out which books actually pertain to these topics. Interestingly enough, among the relevant ones is The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious by C. G. Jung. Synchronicity has also pointed out to me that the literary theorist/philosopher Michel Foucault [who is not to be confused with the physicist Léon Foucault that Umberto Eco referred to in the novel Foucault’s Pendulum] may have provided another exciting lead! But don’t bother, though, with Myth and Meaning: Cracking the Code of Culture by the anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss, because it turned out to be a dud of a little pamphlet in which the author didn’t even define any terms or codes, much less let alone crack ǝm.)
              One c.)—I’m excited about having started in on the short stories of H. P. Lovecraft! However, while his gothic/horror/fantasy is outstanding, there is more going on here than meets the eye: when reading some of his stories (notably “The Other Gods” and “The Call of Cthulhu”), the red flags of the gnostic apocryphal texts’—especially the Book of Enoch’s—warnings against the watchers/the nephilim/the so-called archons can’t help but stand up and wave at you (at least if you’ve done your homework); and the so-called Cthulhu Mythos (not Lovecraft’s term) and the grimoire that he used (known as the “Necronomicon”) seem almost to be a metaphor and a playbook for the summoning in of the [reptilian/illuminati] “new world order.” Yikes. And if that don’t beat all, the artwork that spawned offǝ this mythos (initiated by none other than the author himself) also happens to be the schema/thematic/visual framework for lots of kids’ gaming domains. (Well I’ll be dipped, whipped, and flipped: I had no idea about that. Wonder if these young’ǝns/gamers have any idea what they’re messǝn with.) Hmm, I wonder if his short stories also connect with the fall of Atlantis and what all else they might allude to or shed some light on, albeit from an unnerving perspective. Wow, this dude really did give new meaning to the word creepy! But the most amazing thing is that Lovecraft—who was somewhere between Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King in terms of the timeline—knew about virtual reality sixty or seventy years before William Gibson birthed the cyberpunk subgenre—(or is it a period? in fact, the postNew Wave period?)—of science fiction with Neuromancer! Holy crap on a cracker. (Whoops! Apparently I’m partly wrong in re. the subgenre/period: a few years before Gibson’s novel was published, a Minnesotan, Bruce Bethke, coined the term cyberpunk for a short story of the same name; yet the novel Neuromancer was probably responsible for the term’s and the concept’s becoming more widespread.)
              One d.)—At a faster rate than was the case before the Harmonic Convergence of ’eighty-seven, lots of us are waking up—and some of us are evolving enough to avoid being duped into reincarnating back into the frequency prison/matrix of the demiurge’s material realm. (Because the more awake we are—especially to multidimensionality/transdimensionality as everything interrelates in terms of dream worlds/real worlds—the less likely we are to wind up back on this [bleeped] up prison planet that most of y’all are blindly/sleepily just gamǝn in.) We who are more “evolved”—we who are awake enough, that is—we now see reality for what it is: unreality. Which is to say that what passes for “normal life” can now be seen by some as simulated (programmed) reality, mass deception, illusion, and, well, bullshit. And just like humans herd/abuse/consume some lower life forms for their physical/carnal energy—(when the moral wrongness of this really sinks in is when you become a vegetarian, of course)—there are sentient beings in a higher dimension who are parasitically feeding off of our spiritual energy and using us for our labor. (Not to mention that some of them are trying to run a takeover plan [which may or may not include a “fake alien invasion”; and, of course, I say fake because they’re already here—and have been for millennia—and if you don’t know that yet then you haven’t been paying attention!].) Moreover, while they’re deceiving us, big time—especially with fairytale religions!—they’re laughing at us all the way to the bank, which is what David Foster Wallace called the “infinite jest” and what Goethe called the “laughter of the gods.” And this mocking, it turns out, is greatly exacerbated when they let us know partly how they’re going about it all—which is also known as the “revelation of the method”—and which one must be pretty much blind not to be able to see, because references to it are legion, all over the place in literature, the trancebox, cyberspace, and flicks, so piece it together. (“It’s only a novel—”/“It’s just a movie—” my assets! Nope, it’s not that simple, folks: fiction is chocked full of nonfictional allusions to the occult/the esoteric. That is how it’s done.) The bottom line in my world is the following: if all of this lunacy does not demand a ton of reading and studying and transcending religion through gnosis and transcending the new age movement through gnosis and transforming personally and reaching out to others and sitting out the system and sitting out the mainstream, I don’t know what does.
              One e.)—Understanding what revelation of the method is is more than just grasping one key part of the Big Picture/the Implex. First, it’s crucial to see that “they”—(the previously-mentioned “sentient beings in a higher dimension” and their puppets, the “human elite,” who are really just actors: “All the world’s a stage and [they] are players, performers, and portrayers”)—“they,” that is, are parasites. Next, we need to know that they’re “required by law” from a realm beyond what we’re ordinarily used to dealing with that unless we agree to “being played,” they can’t play us. As such, they’re looking to hoodwink us into “giving our consent”—based on subterfuge, of course—to continuing to go along with this protracted nightmare trip on the holodeck, metaphorically speaking. This is partly why they “reveal their methods.” They have to. And a portion of this “disclosure” is related to serious literature and to not-so-serious entertainment/infotainment—(which is actually more propaganda than anything else)—in the following way: because they are sneaky bastards, they render versions of what is actually happening as fictional stories and they mock us with the direction in which things are really going as fiction—be it by way of a speculative novel, a thriller movie, or what have you. Therefore, it is not the case that, say, a science fiction novel is “just fiction.” Nothing could be further from the truth! And the really devious thing is that this nefarious, in-your-face technique is how they go about stripping the hidden-in-plain-sight truth of its believability, because it’s a way of getting all the numnuts who can’t wrap their brains around irony to angrily bark something like, “But it’s only a movie!” and then miss the forest for the trees. (Ask John Q. Public to define and differentiate the terms fiction and nonfiction and discuss beyond a junior-high level how attributes of one may be synthesized with or incorporated into the other, and he cannot do it; so the view of a whole herd of Publics doesn’t exactly garner credibility or any persuasiveness at all in my way of lookǝn at it.) Studying fiction—(fiction that is not Reading Lite and that is not ostensibly the stuff for novice or intermediate-level readers who can’t see beyond whether or not the author “fleshes out characters” that they “can relate to”)—studying serious, literary fiction (which, again, includes some of genre fiction) is every bit as much part of the deal of studying and comprehending the occult/the esoteric and thereby advancing one’s spiritual journey as studying nonfiction is, folks; and those who contend otherwise betray that they don’t know shit from apple butter vis-à-vis the Big Picture/the Implex, or how literature really works, or both. And here’s even more irony for yǝ: the truth is that it’s not the case that someone who points out this correlation of how stories—(F or NF or a complex mix of both)—are actually partial disclosures of reality “is a little off his rocker” or “has been watchǝn too many movies” or “must not be too bright.” No! It’s the other way around: the confident-but-wrong and the simpleminded/anti-intellectual folk are not so much a quart low as just plain noodleheaded for not having seen the basic pattern, because the same tactics/deceptions are being utilized and referred to over and over and they’re everywhere you look—(in both fiction and nonfiction and, well, pretty much all versions of “reality” out there)—and how can one not realize that?! The fact that there “must be something there” is the only valid conclusion that may be reached. There is partial truth in movies/novels and fullblown lies and hoaxes in the “news,” and this is not a recent development, folks; what is more, it’s not about “believing” it or “not believing” it, it’s about becoming aware of it and then changing. Consider also that this whole mess connects with the concept that literature scholar Thomas C. Foster, in How to Read Literature Like a Professor, and novelist Cormac McCarthy, in The Crossing, have referred to as “all stories are one story.”
              One f.)—You’re stranded on some plateau(x) somewhere if you have not surpassed religion or new age (or both) by transcending this false-duality matrix/world through gnosis, which essentially means “knowledge”; and, more specifically, “the awareness of who you really are.” Moreover, many people will not escape a bǝzillion reincarnations (as in the sense of “recyclings” right back to prison planet) because they don’t even know they’re asleep or because they think they’re safe on some (too-low) level. Unfortunately there are plenty of fairytales to go around that people fall for, be it by way of religion or the new age movement. The biggest for-instance around these parts is christianity as a whole: one component of the tripartite-yet-there-is-only-one god incarnated into human flesh to take part in a blood sacrifice (read: pagan rite) to appease another component of the tripartite-yet-there-is-only-one god? And “believing in” this ritualistic nonsense—despite the fact that there is absolutely no credible evidence in the historically coterminous “secular” literature substantiating the existence of any such person—gives mere humans a shot at a “get-out-of-fire-and-brimstone-free card” due to the eternal consequences of “sin”? So-called sin, as it’s concomitantly defined in the partly selfcontradictory “sacred” literature that conveniently accompanies the religion? Seriously? And all we mere humans must do is “accept” a hedonistic megalomaniac who wants to be “worshipped”? How many friends/supplicants does this god need? Not to mention that widespread “belief” in this ridiculous fable has accounted for the murder of how many millions of innocents by followers of this “loving” god who’s allegedly “omnipotent,” “omniscient,” and “omnipresent.” And colossally bad with “money” management for a sentient being who is omni-everything: “He needs your money! Send in your money, folks! Can I get an ‘Amen’?” Thought it through that this myth/religion is the greatest story ever told and sold yet, have you? If not, do you think I’m full of shiitake mushrooms because you’re a bornagainer and you had some type of amazing spiritual experience/awakening and I just must not have “seen the light” yet (so, like, somebody should pray for me and stuff!)? Do you know that “the light” is trickery, and why this is the case? Have you considered that what actually did happen to you may have been false, or invalid, or based on deception in some way? Are you in tune with the idea that fourD entities use dumbed-down, fairytale religions and what are—to most humans in this contrived matrix—paranormal/transnormal phenomena to mess with threeD beings, even if your version of please-save-me-Jesus “is not religion because it’s the truth” according to your understanding of dogma? Do you know that religions are one of the major divide-and-conquer tools that are being used against us? Yep, all the way from islam (what a totalitarian nightmare!) to buddhism (which is the most sensible of the lot but still it’s a bow-to-statues, leave-your-money-on-the-counter-for-dispensed-“wisdom”-before-you-go religion!), religions keep us fighting and killing each other over who has the best imaginary friend, yet somehow we’re not smart enough to see this and stop. Unfortunately, most new agers lack sufficient discernment and knowledge at the level of the bird’s-eye view every bit as much as churchianity-ists and other religionists do, so they end up falling for many deceptions as well. Furthermore, the new age movement is full of lingo, buzzwords, and catchphrases that are almost as cornball/cheesy as the crappola that can be heard in the nightmare world of jobbs, especially those of the corporatist variety, so it can be sensed that something is rotten in the State of Denmark, right? And new agers fall for doctrines like the way-too-simplistic-to-be-true “You Create Your Own Reality” (YCYOR), so that their so-called reality creation somehow never materializes because it doesn’t line up with everyone else’s unreality uncreation, ’cause they’re in violation of the principles of metaphysics, quantum physics, paranormal/transnormal phenomena, and multidimensionality/transdimensionality, for starters. Even more consequential, followers of new age, well-intentioned though they may be, are running around invoking “arch(on) angel Michael” for “protection” and studying and “believing in” literature that was allegedly “channeled” from “ascended masters” and from “beings of the light” (as opposed to “beings of the dark,” of course); but the problem is that, here again, we have the same trickery going on that “the light” itself and its “beings” are false—(which is to say that they’re not “of the light”; rather, they’re “of the dark” but disguised as being of the light)—and anyone with an iota of discernment can figure this out simply by doing a comparative analysis of the material, because it always has the same blueprint, the same Newspeak, and the same you-can-write-the-script-yourself-complete-with-buzzwords, ’cause the “communications” always have virtually the same cornball/cheesy message. And they’re buying this message, these apparently easy-to-fool, guileless new agers, that is, because they have absolutely no gnostic understanding whatsoever that both “sides”—the (false) light and the dark—are wrong because this entire realm is a false duality. We live in a falsely polarized, wrongly bifurcated, deceptively fabricated domain, so we tend to think that one “side of the coin” must be “good” or “right” or “of the light,” but it just ain’t so: the entire coin is [bleeped]. The only viable solution, therefore, is to select “none of the above” and learn how to transcend both “sides” of said coin. Can you visualize this? Gnosis is the key. Moreover, folks, can you see how lower-leveled religionists and new age gullibles are gettǝn screwed? Staying stuck in some comfy/cozy “belief system” instead of continually developing expanding awareness will cost yǝ big time, so get uncomfy and get on with it!
              One g.)—Although I’m not usually too much of a whodunit aficionado (nor a fan of anything that is too “cozy,” be it a “belief system” or a mystery subgenre), lately I’ve been fired up about tackling Dashiell Hammett’s hardboiled/noir short stories and novels, ’cause even if his work seems dated, it not only utilizes the fascinating methodology of starting with a situation that is already fabricated to begin with and subsequently taking apart and eliminating all the versions of false reality by degrees until what’s left is the “real” reality—(which may “solve” the case but which isn’t really real anyway ’cause life itself is only a fiction, at least in Hammett’s world [and in mine as well])—but it also happens to represent the approach I try to employ as a sorterouter: that is, I’m someone who at least attempts to plow through and figure out as much of the aforementioned simulated (programmed) reality/mass deception/illusion/bullshit that constitutes life by peeling away as many of the false layers as I can. What a cool connection! And while this methodology is not unique—other detective fiction writers, such as Raymond Chandler and Ross Macdonald, for example, employed it—Hammett’s writing exemplifies what some of the French postmodern literary theorists—notably Jacques Derrida—would have called deconstructionism: the author’s breaking down of the fabrications is analogous to the reader’s making sense of what runs against the supposed “structural unity” of the text. Furthermore, Hammett was an extremely capable grammarian: if you’re the type who insists on your writers knowing how to use em dashes skillfully, and who gets peeved when semicolons are not employed in order to avoid comma splices, and who has a conniption when required commas are missing around nonrestrictive relative clauses, you will be quite charmed with Hammett’s competent, correct use of punctuation! He, along with few others—like, say, Truman Capote—was refreshingly expert in this area, having excelled in the mechanics of grammar to a level that very few living authors do. (One example of an exception, of course, being John Irving.)
              One h.)—Many moons ago, having completed Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (an excellent book) and H. G. WellsThe Time Machine (a pretty good book)—and, of course, the bare-minimum-everyone-must-read dystopian novels, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and Nineteen Eighty-four by George Orwell, which are both awesome and prophetic—I thought I’d sufficiently delved into science fiction. My tune has changed as I’ve come to realize that with scifi, “they” tend, as a general rule, to reveal/divulge more of the previously referred-to method and overview/details of the Big Picture/the Implex in this genre than they do in any other, because scifi is, in part, a projection of the future. That is, with science fiction, we’re able to perceive the present better when we’re able to see where things are heading. And so, you have, for instance, a metaphorical and, at times, an even almost literal overview of the alien invasion (the real one, not the fake one) and a snapshot of paranormal/transnormal manipulation in the [ubiquitous] matrix, in Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke and Ubik by Philip K. Dick, respectively. And if you’re looking for something that has the occult/the esoteric/the theosophical all over the joint, you can hardly do better than Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land, which is a marvelous read even without all of those particular bells and whistles. What’s more, having gone back to Bradbury—whose work (which I learned is called soft science fiction) is debatably more about human nature and human struggle than it is about so-called futuristic technology (and thus the flipflop would be hard science fiction)—I was simply amazed with The Martian Chronicles and how successfully he pulled off so many (but not too many) themes in one neatly-tied-together composite novel. Love it! So you see, this old dog can learn new tricks; and now, I’m a definite convert to scifi, especially the stuff from the Golden Age and New Wave periods, and especially since some of it dovetails with postmodernism and vice versa. So, get what is synchronistically the right scifi book in front of you and it practically shouts the unfolding of evermore info relevant to your own search! Can you grok it?
              One i.)—Quite fascinating, indeed! How scifi and postmodernism dovetail with each other, that is: I have discovered that cyberpunk—(which I do now know to be both a subgenre of and the postNew Wave period of science fiction)—is even more vital and integral to everything that is postmodern than the works of the Golden Age and the New Wave eras, because cyberpunk (don’t let the hipness of this term fool you) and its derivatives are definitively and quintessentially—in a Baudrillardian sense of what they characterize and represent—postmodern, or postpostmodern/metamodern/neomodern/New Sincerity, as the case may be (depending on whether a work is pre- or postDanielewski’s bringing postmodernism to the end of itself with House of Leaves, or pre- or postWallace’s bringing postpost- into being with Infinite Jest [which phenomena do overlap]); more importantly, and frankly, much to my astonishment upon making this discovery, cyberpunk and, in turn, its subgenres/derivatives—postcyberpunk, biopunk, nanopunk, and ribofunk (inter alia, but excluding retroderivatives)—are posthuman and transhuman. You know, we’re talkǝn ’bout the singularity (also called the technological singularity), a term coined in the time travel murder mystery (say what?) Marooned in Realtime, by one Vernor Vinge, none other than a cyberpunk author. (Well, color me so surprised.) For those of you who are “not into” this topic, I encourage you to reconsider and get into it, on the basis of the following fact: science fiction books by Gibson, Stephenson, Di Filippo, Sterling, Stross, and Bear—(oh my goodness, some of Bear’s short stories are so challenging→interactive→epiphanous→fun! that you don’t so much read them as study them; and his short stories are every bit as jaw-droppingly stupendous as are those of Flannery O’Connor and good old H. P. L.!); anyway, books by these authors (among others) are not only literary and philosophical offshoots of the work of Wells, Lovecraft, Stapledon, Huxley, Borges, and Clarke, they are also a metaphor for, and a picture of, posthumanism and transhumanism; in other words, even though the comefrom angle of these books is usually one of technology as being intrinsically neutral, merely part of the lay of the land, and not evil based on the intent behind the, oh, shall we say, developers, this flavor of scifi provides an allegorical map of the drive toward humanity’s being merged with machines, which is apparently the endgame gameplan, other concomitantly potential, eschatologically apocalyptic subplots notwithstanding. Too farfetched, too “out there” for yǝ, merging with machines, that is? Guess again. It has already started: people are, even now, in the initial stages of merging with their smartphones. (In Naked Lunch—[talk about the fusion of science fiction and postmodernism!]—William S. Burroughs saw the initial stage of this transformation clearly more than half a century ago, when he wrote that “[M]an is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets,” which is to say that if you get too outside of yourself with unnatural and unreal übertechnogadgetry, then you end up internalizing that unnaturalness and unrealness; and this is, unfortunately, exactly what’s happening apace with most folks right now.) And even though I’ve been awake since ’ninety-seven, I’m ashamed to admit that I had no idea, even in twenty fourteen and ’fifteen, of this hugely significant facet of our fabricated “reality”—this post- and transhuman component, that is—nor of the true purpose behind the counterculture and so-called political correctness, and how all of this madness fits in with the overall agenda—I had no idea whatsoever. Now, though, it is crystal clear in my mind what is really “going on” and where we are being taken, and a big part of my improved bigpicture understanding comes from having examined all of this stuff from, what has been for me, a new and radically (reactionarily?) different point of view and of changing the way I look at the more recent literature of science fiction.
              One j.)—If you’re a big postmodern fan like I am, you can’t miss the little-known but essential pomo read Wittgenstein’s Mistress by David Markson! The entire novel scrunched into one chapter, it rides the crest of a crescendo like Ravel’s Boléro with solipsistic narrative gone insane like stream of consciousness on steroids and a whackjob of a woman who tries to make meaning—linguistic and philosophical and whatever else she can grab at—out of her fallen little world. A veritable fusion of the Lovecraftian/Hammettesque/PKDian “What Is Real?” and “Who Is Real?” queries it is indeed; now we’re cookǝn with gas!
              One k.)—Trainspotting, by Irvine Welsh, contains an epiphanous roman à clef: those who cannot stomach or who choose not to put up with the bollocks of “society”—and who also happen to end up stuck in some compulsion (like, say, heroin addiction) outside of what the “mainstream” deems “acceptable”—these folks transfer their dependency on drugs (or whatever else they might be hooked on) to dependency on “counseling” and perpetual “therapy” the minute that they accept that the “state” has the “right” to “fix” ǝm: as soon as this trap has been fallen for and this illogical leap is made, the addict and/or the called-out one struggles in the realm of convoluted, twisted logic to attempt to make him- or herself “re-enter” what the blind gameplayers in-and-of the matrix deem “worthwhile” in order to be “successful,” but which, of course, has always been and still is banality/emptiness/nonsense/bullshit to the addict and/or to the called-out one in the first place! (True called-out ones are gnostic sorterouter-searchers, not bornagainers!) Do yǝ see the contrived futility, the endlessly circling-, corkscrewing-around-to-nowhere ruse here? This novel—clearly among the very best of five-star reads—is hyperrealism’s and late postmodernism’s most articulate portrayal of what drug addiction is and of what it does to addicts and everyone else around them. But it’s more than that: it is the ultimate in nonlinear narrative, organized fragmentation, and multiperspectivity: piece together the short chapters and the inner-monologue vignettes, make sense out of the rollercoaster-ride flashbacks and flashforwards, let the metastory sink in on yǝ ’cause the structure of the parts lines up with the cycle of addiction itself, sort out who’s who and do it by variations in individual lexicon or by wordplays built into their slightly-altered nicknames if yǝ have to, empathize with the characters’ party-and-play fun-and-adventures and observe it all and feel it as it transmogrifies into senseless violence and evadǝn the “labdicks” and the requisite ohmygod-what-did-I-do-last-night? terrors—those inexorable prices which must be paid for gettǝn high or for gettǝn blitzed; and it is the marathon of the postmodern literary device known as linguistic play, with initially tough-to-figure-out bi-dialectal speech: look it up and investigate the Scottish linguistic and literary connections about whether it’s different dialects or different languages or some of both and about how the unique orthography depicts what’s beǝn sed: — Ah huvnae reid anythin this excitin in yonks. Likesay ah couldnae [bleeped]in believe it masel, ken?
       Two—Experienced ESL teacher, with two “undergrad” degrees even. (If you’re a resident of the New Atlantis and you don’t know what ESL means—
              Two a.)—that’s partly why it doesn’t pay worth shit; and
              Two b.)—find out, ’cause what was the good ol’ U.S.A. ain’t no Mayberry anymore. [Yeah, I know, it never really was “good,” although it used to be not so outrageous; now it’s a “country” {read: corporation} with a fascist Big Brother of a government which is propped up and supported by a police state and its deceived citizens who have no inkling what Natural Law is; it’s a government which engineers and orchestrates abusive schemes against its own people, most of whom are sheeple who do not know and who don’t even want to know; it’s a government which administers psychopathic military operations and insane psyops which integrate with the so-called archontic agenda; it’s a government through which we have virtually perpetual warfare brought to you by the banksters. {And the plebs/philistines look to this wicked government to “protect” them, it never having crossed their minds, not even once, that this behemoth itself is the thing which they need protection from; and the uninformed don’t know that it’s a counterfeit republic, or, as some “alternative” researchers/truthers are saying, a mockup; and the even more uninformed, despite all the evidence to the contrary, still think that it’s a “democracy”; and the most ignorant of all—you know, the most easily manipulable and impressionable, the ones who have no clue they’re being played by crowd psychology and that they’re being tricked into giving their consent—they’re the ones who yell, “You! Ess! Aay!” at “political” and “sporting” events.}])
              Two c.)—Let’s go. Set the bar high and negotiate it a skōsh lower later only if necessary: a few middle-of-the-roaders and slackers will not see the course through regardless of what gets done or does not get done and no matter who steers the boat, so crank up the prepackaged, partially unintegrated, fall-short syllabus wherever it craps out and teach to the high and the motivated and advance ǝm as far as possible without discouraging them, ’cause if you set the bar medium or low, that’s exactly what you get: medium or low.
              Two d.)—Some native speakers with a B.A. or more advanced degree in English, or who have some type of adjunct K-12 “certification in English”—(the not-necessarily-too-obvious implication of the prior scare quotes being that only a linguistic and “cultural” naïf would presume that some alleged, sanctioned ability to teach language to students who have the same native language as the teacher necessarily translates into an equivalent ability to teach language to students who have a different native language)—but who don’t know diddly squat about phonology or second language acquisition theory or advanced descriptivist grammar or the incorporation of the mechanics of grammar into teaching essay writing, and who also have not the slightest idea of how beastly difficult it is to try to learn another language—let alone actually acquire it—these folks (and it’s amazing how many of ǝm there are out there) think that they’d make adequate or even great ESL teachers; and I haftǝ wonder what they’re smokǝn.
              Two e.)—Speaking of language acquisition or lack thereof, perhaps the “Elohim” (read: the “Anunnaki”?) or the “gods”—and that’s plural—did not “confound our languages” (Genesis 11:7 [Don’t worry, I’m not a Jesus-saved-me type who’s tryǝn to work in lots of verses; but the bible—an astrotheological literary hybrid if there ever was one—can be, at times, a quite useful research tool, {despite its frequent contradictoriness}.]); perhaps, anyway, “they” didn’t confound our languages by creating more languages or through some other linguistic means (which is what everyone assumes); but rather, perhaps they did so by coding each already-existing dialect of a language (the “one people with the same language” thing from the previous verse being metaphorical?) to a unique “wavelength” or frequency (Jakob Böhme called it a “signature”), and subsequently preventing us (by utilizing encumbering frequencies?) from being able to zero in on the wavelength/frequency/signature intrinsic to the dialect of any language that is not our own. It’s like it’s right there, but we don’t know that yet; it’s like the signature is a door or portal that is locked, but we don’t have the key yet. We humans, though, should easily be able to tap into the right “vibration.” That is to say, we should—if operating with our telepathic abilities that occur naturally when we’re not under the confines of this planet’s frequency prison, that is—be able, e.g., to step off a plane in Helsinki, reset our “native frequency” that we’re operating under and thinking in, and, within minutes, understand and be fluently conversant in Finnish. Remarkably, the famous and sometimes dreaded “Ineluctable Modality” Episode of James Joyce’s Ulysses (which is a bit of a bear to plow through, by the way) hints at this concept, albeit in a rather roundabout way. (Well, um, yeah, that’s part of what I got out of it; your takeaways may vary.)
              Two f.)—Wow! It seems that Neal Stephenson’s apparently logic-defying novel that is simultaneously both cyberpunk and postcyberpunk, Snow Crash, is, at least partly, about this very topic of the wavelengths/frequencies/signatures. I haven’t even read the book yet, but a little investigative prereading reveals that it evidently dovetails with the idea that our seeming linguistic disconnect from readily available fluency in any language not only goes all the way back to Ishtar/Anu/Enki—(the heck with the old testament; these references tie the stuff back much further, all the way to The Epic of Gilgamesh and Mesopotamian mythology)—but that “they” pulled this one off, this disconnect, that is, by neurolinguistic hacking: i.e., that it was accomplished by computer programming! Dick was right and our “reality” has been “simulated”/“virtual”/tampered with all along? How, if at all (but, yeah right, there’s a tie-in here all right!) does this story connect with transhumanism and the fact that we’re obviously being step-by-step “re-engineered” in the direction of merging with machines/gadgets? (So, like, if you’re awake and you’re heads up and you know at least the basics of gnosis/gnosticism and you’ve been studyǝn your assets off, the “archons” [scare quotes on this one ’cause they’re “rulers” only if we let ǝm be]—who are jealous of our true, unencumbered threeD-STO-oriented abilities—want us to be AI-based-fourD-STS oriented just like they are [or some of them are anyway], and that’s what explains why they and their human proxies [a.k.a. the elite] are orchestrating all of the insanity that we’re contending with?) Well praize the lord and dropkick me Jesus; I can’t wait to get this book!

About my library                   My Interests/Concerns and How They Relate to Literature (Cont’d.)

       Three—I beg your pardon: [I Never Promised You a {Politically Correct}] “Rose Garden.” (Thanks for the inspiration, Lynn Anderson!) Making so-called cultural/social progress is not all that it appears to be to many who are enlightened/educated and not logjammed by religion; moreover, we’ve lost enough of our objectivity nowadays such that we’ve become too candyass to call a spade a spade anymore, and I refuse to play along with that. (Enough already with all of the euphemisms and bullshit buzzwords!)
              Three a.)—Let’s start to see “political correctness” for what it is: it is the fascism of ridiculous language being ever-increasingly imposed on what used to be an unafraid, tell-it-like-it-is, plainspeaking public; it is a type of neoGramscian “cultural” hegemony (which, of course, in turn, is a type of Marxism), and which is one of the strategies that is being used against us. (Of course, predatory crony capitalism—out of all the economicopolitical isms/schisms they done thought up yet, the fastest way to the “globalization of poverty” for the ninety-nine percent—and christianity—the most hypocritical of the patriarchal, god-is-outside-of-you fairytale religions—are major weapons used by the “elite overseers” of the matrix to make and keep humanity all [bleeped] up [at least in the “world’s policeman”/bully corner of the globe], but so are so-called cultural Marxism and its offshoots, one of which is the big P.C.; so don’t “choose” a “side”: transcend the “sides”!) Pretty neato-cool stuff “they” done thought up, this P.C. thing, huh? I mean, with this baloney, they don’t even haftǝ be the Thought Police, ’cause we are—if we’re gullible enough/dumbass enough to fall for it—doing the policing for ǝm. Talk about divide and conquer!
              Three b.)—So, are yǝ piecing it all together in terms of how and why “political correctness” is one of the strategies that’s being used against us? I realize that P.C. was not imposed upon the “mainstream” until about twenty-five years after the launching of the counterculture, which, it can easily be contended, did have some positive effects (the counterculture, that is): who but an Archie Bunker could begrudge progressive gains made in the fight for civil rights and the libertarian freeing up of what had previously been the too-rigid, virtual forcing of everyone into two molds, where—in a Wally-and-the-Beaver world—every male was the same, typecast; and every female was the counterpart to the male but otherwise the same, typecast. (It’s still that way in Mexico, más o menos, because they think it’s nineteen fifty, which drives me up the wall.) But when, where, and how did things go too far? How about the fact that children are not being raised right—(and have not been for decades now: the proof is legion, ubiquitous; look around you!)—no thanks to the obvious scarcity of proper discipline and a lack of sufficient nurturing that is seemingly Huxleyan? And why does the fiasco that is “society” tolerate and resign itself to ever-increasingly bizarre absurdities, like, for example, the nutjob politics of “transgender bathrooms” (what the [bleeped]?!), brought to you by The Puppet Masters, by way of a puppet gay prez (whose “wife” isn’t really a wife)? What’s that about? (Irony, people! Otro ejemplo: it’s no coincidence that Mādoff made off with the moola, albeit temporarily.) Unfortunately, because of neato-cool P.C., we take this whacko issue of transgender bathrooms (in which somebody gets targeted and demagogued rather than being left alone), or whatever other issue du jour there might be, we make some junior high determination of “correct” or “incorrect” about folks’ reactions to it on the basis of having run the latest litmus test on it, and we attach a newfangled label word to it as we scold them, or worse. But this tactic is not valid for the Big Picture that we’re dealing with—(or rather, that we’re not dealing with)—because the true Big Picture is one of vast deception/illusion/fabricated reality, including the contrived falseflag events and the orchestrated, falsely polarized issues that have been set up to divide and conquer us. Thus, victims end up fighting other victims instead of collaborating to stop the perpetrators. (Do you see how they have successfully deflected us if we fall for it?) We desperately need to get over the childishness and to start turning things around, but this will not happen unless we first realize what madness we’re up against and where things are heading, so what and where are that? Well, it’s the transhumanist/posthumanist agenda, and it’s accelerating toward the singularity, which means, among other things, a genderless society. Ponder the following for a moment, if you would: how can there be superhightech implants/abiogenically produced humans/genetically modified humans/sexless humanoid machines/androids/simulacra—how can it all come into fruition without the boundaries of gender categories and the parameters of decent childrearing methods being shaken up and broken down first? That is why, folks, all the lines have been and are continuing to be blurred, crossed, erased, and redrawn. Do you see that now? Over ninety-five percent of you have not the faintest idea of what we’re up against and how enormous and coordinated it really is, in part because we’ve been too busy tippytoeing around eggshells, speaking with euphemisms and buzzwords, trying to be “inclusive,” and worse yet, selfpolicing each other with our junior high, invalid P.C. pronouncements. Are you kidding me?! We gottǝ change this approach, peeps, or we’re screwed: if we don’t stop shooting each other in the foot with this nonsense, then we’ve already let “them” win. None of the normalization of the unnatural and the demoralization of the natural—(like making it “illegal,” for instance, for parents to spank their children, which is a used truckload of bullshit if there ever was one)—none of it that has taken place could have been gotten away with if P.C. had not been in play as a significant part of their overall strategy. Again, do you see this connection? Come on, you can do it: enough of the pieces are out there now, so put ǝm together, ’cause it’ll rock your worldview!
       Four—Not a fan of the new soma, the ubiquitous handheld gadgets/gizmos that are:
          √   obliterating our real interpersonal communications abilities;
          √   getting everyone addicted and even more dumbed down and focused on minutiae;
          √   increasing noise pollution;
          √   violating the personal space of others;
          √   producing radiation that causes brain cancer;
          √   encouraging geopolitical exploitation of thirdworld countries in order to control the “markets” of rare minerals used in constructing the circuitry;
          √   killing bees and thereby dangerously tampering with the ecosystem;
          √   supporting the enemies of humanity and their move toward transhumanism and merging humans with machines without most of y’all even realizing how cellphones/smartphones/ebooks/tablets are part of this plan;
          √   facilitating governmental agencies’ ability to spy on everyone; and
          √   causing our young folk to have the attention span of a gnat.

How in the world, folks, can we keep on doing this much damage to ourselves and to our planet?! Being oblivious/ignorant/idiotic as we merrily roll along just don’t cut it no more! It’s time to stop. I did. I mean, I admit that, in the past, I have used, moderately, the plainjane models of what physicist Eric P. Dollard (whom some folks refer to as Tesla two-point-oh) calls sillyphones. But now, though, like author William T. Vollmann, I’m out. Done. How about you? Would you go without all of your handheld gadgets/gizmos for three weeks just to find out how much freer and more real you can become? (Actual, desktop computers allowed: the Borgesian/Gibsonian cyberspace that we’re dealing with is a catch-22/double-edged sword: without having experienced cyberspace and without having accomplished part of one’s spiritual research in the realm of its environs, a normal human has little chance of breaking through to mastering the true Big Picture/the Implex [in terms of what we’re up against, not in terms of a personal, gnostic/shamanic journey]; and yet the thing itself has a bǝzillion drawbacks due to the malicious intent behind its creation and proliferation. But no matter which way yǝ slice it, this evil is obviously necessarily a huge part of the overall conspiracy of the Borgian drive toward the AI singularity, and “they” cannot achieve their endgame objective without our having interacted with the Internet and thereby having been able to learn certain things along the way at a much faster rate than was previously possible or that were, prior to its advent, impossible altogether.) So, would you chuck ǝm for good—all of your handheld gadgets/gizmos, that is—to do your part to save humanity?
       Five—“What’s the score?!” When I was a child, I learned good sportsmanship, got exercise and fresh air, and played along for a while; when I grew up, I put away childish/counterproductive/superfluous things and puerile competitiveness and noisy drivel/mindless foolishness and endless chatter about fake/simulated tribal combat. Sadly, alarmingly, we have allowed ourselves to be deceived by a motherlode of perpetual entertainment/infotainment that has been brought to us by those with ulterior motives. And we’ve let ourselves become so distracted by our worship of the ludicrously overpaid players/performers/portrayers and by our communal observance of their State festival rites that we’ve been deflected away from taking action on real issues that really matter, and that’s scary. (Yes, worship: it’s a thing of religion—and mindcontrolled religion, at that—not a hobby or a pastime, folks, ’cause y’all get downright ornery or possibly even physically threatening when someone refuses to accept your invitation to fellowship. Think about it.) Moreover, while it’s possibly a beneficial thing for adults to participate in noncombat sports for the purpose of getting exercise, sitting in front of the tube and watching others duking it out or chasing a ball around a field and getting all obsessed about it—as an observing nonparticipant, no less?—that’s nuts! Not to mention a colossal waste of time. (On second thought, time is only an illusion; so party on, dude, if you’re not ready to bring anything better to the table.)
       Six—Have you noticed that the vast majority of the ninety-nine percent are too clueless/spiritually asleep/spineless/lazy to do a damned thing about the one percent? If that’s not a superfrustrating big ol’ pissmeoff, I don’t know what is.
       Seven—In re. the jobb “market”/workworld (again, jobb being a four-letter word): my, but the ringleaders sure are mighty nasty/patronizing/presumptuous/insulting/snoopy/manipulative, what with the whole thing being a penal colony/ratrace stress factory/backstabbing witchhunt and you have an ohmygod-I-don’t-wannǝ-get-there-that-bad commute and you’re under the jurisdiction of the Keystone Kops and forty percent of your coworkers are so incompetent they couldn’t organize an orgy in a whorehouse and you’re tempted to get in on “office politics” but you do so at your own risk ’cause someone might “report” that you “don’t play well with others” and they lay it on thick at “mandatory meetings” as they try to reindoctrinate you by shoving “sensitivity awareness” or some other “Kumbayya” jazz down your throat and if you let ǝm know you’re not having any of their crap they instigate a bogus papertrail along with a read-you-the-riot-act rap session to see whether you’ll cave or stand on your principles because they’re too insecure to have their “authority” messed with and somebody almost always ends up trying to stifle your creativity and you have to “multitask” with seven projects on your desk eight of which were due yesterday ’cause you just got another one and the phones ring off the hook all the livelong day and in addition to being understaffed your department is also underfunded yet there somehow always seems to be enough moola for some greedy asshole “c.e.o.” who swindles everyone out of a bǝzillion a year until he pulls the ripcord on a “golden parachute” and there’s always plenty of dough to spread around for superoverpriced snake-oil-selling “consultants” who slither in with all the latest “vision”/“mission” mumbo jumbo including a veritable plethora of lingo/buzzwords/catchphrases/assorted bullshit but there never seems to be enough funds to decently remunerate the real people who do the real work and don’t forget that working a jobb is rarely worth your while unless you’re “midlevel management” or even “higher up the ladder” but this “hierarchy” is actually a false domain in which it’s impossible to advance anyway unless you’re a brownnoser who not only bought the lie but who also actually likes playǝn the game and this “management” just cannot fathom why it is not copacetic to try to make it their prerogative to put pressure on “labor” to make “charitable contributions” out of their paltry paychecks and at some workplaces they simply can’t decide whether they want quantity work at the expense of quality work or vice versa ’cause they obviously can’t have both at the current staffing levels yet they’re feebleminded enough to unrealistically expect both anyway so it’s always chaos for the entire crew and at most of these foolishly-run joints there are duplicitous “assistant managers” who refuse to hire even one more person or make alternative scheduling arrangements while claiming that the “budget” doesn’t allow for it even though the “manager” who’s hardly ever there rakes in a hundred gees and not to mention that jobbs are hazardous to your health more often than not and you might run up against a whole gaggle of have-no-shame shysters who’re running a racket known as “workers’ comp” in which they send you to “doctors” who actually sabotage your case by deliberately misdiagnosing your condition or by performing malpractice on you because they’re quacks who receive kickbacks from crooked “insurance companies” while the aforementioned shysters/racketeers carry out their legalistic papershuffling tricks as well as other dilatory tactics on you so that they can get richer off of your pain and if you ever wind up on “unemployment” for a spell you’ll see why it’s yet another system which was obviously designed to be abusive and you have some blind-as-a-bat-albeit-well-intentioned acquaintance try to tell you that jobbs in the United Corporations of New Atlantis are just marvelous but you know that’s a load of crap ’cause you have an honorary Ph.D. in Scarcity Economics/Bureaucratic Mismanagement Assessment from one of the U.C.N.A. branches of the School of Hard Knocks so off you go to toil in a’-whole-’nother country fǝr cryǝn out loud but it’s just a different batch of shit from the same ol’ pot because this entire planet is a slave colony and maybe you somehow got screwed out of “health insurance” or it turned out to be full of loopholes as well as a deliberately-designed use-up-all-your-time-and-chase-you-all-over-town paperwork fiasco brought to you by bureaucratic bastards plus a pushy jerk “boss” who lied to you about your “deductible” and when you finally let ǝm know “That’s it! Enough already!” they lash out yet again out of a false sense of having their “authority” messed with ’cause if truth be told it’s just their own insecurities getting ruffled since they were never really “in control” anyway and you naïvely think you’ll just work someplace else or that you’ll go “back to school” in order to do something more “professional” but it don’t make no nevermind because everyplace is this hosed and sometimes you might get backed into the corner of dealing with a “temp” agency but these middlemen companies should be made “illegal” because no one should be allowed to make a humongous forty-to-sixty percent kickback off of your sweat and of course some goobers try to get you to be cheerful or excited about the prospects of some godawful gig with a “wage” that is clearly not in line with the “cost of living” while they’re looking at you with straight faces ’cause they’re so ignorant of what the Big Picture is truly all about that they don’t even know enough to be ashamed of having made the suggestion and it doesn’t make any damned sense at all but everywhere you look there are knuckleheads who think that they have the right to negatively judge you if you are “on sabbatical” because apparently it’s anathema to these yutzes that you should take your own time back to do what is really useful for you in the spiritual journey that is your own life as opposed to spending all of your waking hours running around on the get-nowhere-fast treadmill of the workworld and these same knuckleheads/yutzes always take it for granted that you will play their version of twenty questions on their turf regarding their “What Do You Do?” groupthink assumptions so of course you have to learn how to nip that shit in the bud before they even saw it coming and there are more than a few wives along with many teenagers out there who are willing to work for peanuts since someone else is subsidizing them while their couldn’t-care-less attitude or naïveté about why they shouldn’t be working under these circumstances results in screwing up the “market” on how much you can “earn” not to mention it also results in their inability to figure out why the “gender gap” never closes and there’s no shortage of imbecilic interviewers out there who are downright dimwitted enough to ask if you’re a “team player” during your little tête-à-tête which is basically pretentiousness on steroids or at least a ton of forced phoniness and then you have to question why people aren’t doing squat about all this madness/stupidity much less let alone not rioting in the streets especially when you consider that even most small-potatoes noncorporatist outfits “protect” themselves by screwing the average Joe and whether you own up to it or not you are definitely a slave if you can’t not go to work and unless you can figure out some way to refuse to play this loco bullshit game. Wow! How can this be?! To paraphrase, loosely, Peruvian postmodern author Mario Vargas Llosa, “At what precise moment did this planet get so [bleeped] up?” What’s more, even if things are going well for a while, at some jobb that is, they always turn on you, these nasty/patronizing/presumptuous/insulting/snoopy/manipulative ringleaders. Sooner or later, the lid blows, because said ringleaders are never smart enough to comprehend that the world of jobbs is a crazily-designed, controlled-and-manipulated-from-above-threeD, injurious, expensive game. They’re not wired to conceive that your human dignity and your true identity are independent of occupation and that you’re here to do a spiritual journey that is immeasurably, incalculably more important than any nine-to-five, no matter how temporarily wonderful or eventually despicable it may be. And they don’t get that these spiritual, more advanced things don’t get done when you’re spending all of your time and energy placating the fools, squarejohns, suckers, stagers, operators, “entrepreneurs,” and even “legalized” criminals of the workworld; nor do these spiritual, more advanced things get done when you’re spending all of your time and energy catering to the “money” world, which is nothing but a big scam anyway. Failing to grasp that there is more, much more, than one groupthink approach to life, failing to understand anyone who is intrinsically a principled nongamer, they retaliate, as they mistakenly perceive that you are the one on the lower level. So, every time, every place, you leave, throwing your hands up in the air, shaking your head; and you haftǝ wonder who in the hell they think they are. And, sometimes, that was just the interview!
              Seven a.)—Yeah, I know that, on one ginormous level, everything is illusory, fake; but the pain and the anguish from jobbs—the consequences—are real enough. Worse yet, and in fact quite idiotically even, victims of the system (most of them unknowingly but that’s not my fault) keep trying to compel other victims to keep on getting back in and getting hurt in the game-gone-unhinged right along beside them. This is ludicrous, and it has to stop. And the stopping starts as soon as we become honest enough to admit that we’ve been had—we’ve been duped—and face up to it that we have been deceitful too, both to ourselves and to others. We have become actors and liars to such an extent—especially in this arena of jobbs/the workworld/the “money” chase: the most fake part of The Big Lie/the matrix, for sure!—that not only do most of us foolishly, naïvely endure the offensive, insulting parameters and limitations of this godawful game, but we also actually selfpolice each other into accepting these crock-of-shit parameters and limitations. And all of this insanity is called the work ethic. Of course, this is one of the ways that we are being “culturally” controlled and mindcontrolled. Do you see that? Then, when some fed-up, former gameplayer, nonsheeple person has the chutzpah to blow the whistle and call this spade a spade (“Hey! You don’t have the right to ‘investigate’ someone’s ‘credit’ and on top of that have the temerity to ask this person, who has already suffered more than enough, to pay the ‘fee’ for obtaining a ‘credit report,’ which is none of your damned business, for a jobb! It’s a freakǝn jobb—and an underpaid/underbenefited one at that—not a mortgage! This is outrageous!” [and them’s just for starters . . .]); anyway, when somebody calls them on their bluffs and tells it like it is, the ringleader gameplayers in the circus/unamusement park, and even the nonringleader gameplayers, get all in a big ol’ nasty snit: they actually get irate, even contemptuous, with the one who is trying to defend himself and mitigate the suffering. That doesn’t make any sense! Why do y’all insist on working against everyone like this? Market, schmarket. Have any of y’all dumbed-down, go-along-with-all-the-stupidity conformists ever considered that social engineering—which includes keeping you all entertained and infotained so that you’re pliable enough to accept usurious “money systems” and debt- and wage-slavery and get hoodwinked into working way too long for way too little dinero—have any of you ever considered that this entire scheme is theft of your invaluable time and other resources? Have you figured out yet that it’s theft of how much fake money you should’ve, but didn’t really, make? Huh? Or have you been too busy on the get-nowhere-fast treadmill of the workworld spending too much of your and indirectly my invaluable time to piece that together? How about looking at it like that for once, folks? Do you understand that They Live is a documentary, not a scifi-horror flick? I mean, you know, Conform, Submit, Consume, Obey, Watch Television, Money Is Your God, Stay Asleep, and No Independent Thought. You do realize that pretty much all of you engage in every single one of these behaviors, right? And you think that this dreamworld/matrix/land of deception/everything-is-illusion world is not mindcontrolled?! And you get all hostile at me and other nonconformists when this jobbs-are-insane-so-you-all-must-be-nuts topic happens to “come up”?! Are yǝ freakǝn kidding me?! Have you all been replaced by pods from The Body Snatchers, or what the [bleeped]? Folks, we are allowing this ugly scene, this world of jobbs and “careers,” to be this egregious—we’re actually consenting to it!—and we’re not doing anything about it. Why is that, folks? (At some point you haftǝ ask yourself, “Why in the hell should I keep participating in all of this?” And if you fail to do this and also fail to actually act on it in some way, then you are part of the problem, not part of the solution, so don’t be complicit.)
              Seven b.)—Given how consequential and injurious and even expensive working a jobb can be, why is it that everyone and his brother and his dog make it their concern and their business to wannǝ hurry up and assimilate all and sundry back into the Borg of getting yet another jobb the minute that someone escapes the nightmare/hell on Earth of the previous one? Doesn’t anyone out there realize how insane and selfdefeating (of humanity as a whole) and counterproductive this is? (A “friend,” in a snotty tone: “Well, it’s been almost four months! Isn’t there something you can do in a different field or in a different city?” What a jerk. A third party twice removed regarding a lousy “temp” jobb: “There is a two-month gap from four years ago on your résumé. Is that a typo?” What an idiot. An acquaintance or a stranger, almost incredulously, and making dumbass assumptions: “But you’ve certainly got something else ‘all lined up’ for right away, right?” What a “team player”; i.e., what another idiot.) Aarrgghh! None of these I-can-write-the-script-myself-complete-with-buzzwords comments/questions that almost always get said/asked make any sense, folks! Why get all pissy when a fellow prisoner—who maybe cannot afford not to be choosy about the particulars of his next position (read: his next cell)—breaks out, thereby shooting both him and yourself in the feet? Why insist on staying stuck in some groupthink way of operating that doesn’t work anyway? What’s the point of inflicting all of this annoying, illogical “cultural” pressure on each other (which is especially crazy if you happen to live in the New Atlantis, otherwise known as “the land of You Are What You Do,” a hit-the-nail-on-the-head quote from Lester D. Langley’s historical and comparative sociological study, Mexamerica: Two Countries, One Future)? Almost all of you groupthinkers operate in this manner, and I have learned The Hard Way that it stems from the so-called work ethic, which anyone on a postreligion, postnew-age, gnostic journey must struggle through and then unlearn.
              Seven c.)—One must not only unlearn the work ethic, but also the erroneous inclination that most of us have of aligning ourselves under fictitious hierarchies—(which are exactly what so-called money, itself a fictitious representation of energy, creates)—and “authority” in general: “authority” is fake, because it’s the result of having given one’s true human sovereign free will to some being/person/entity/organization/corporatist “country” whose “authorship” is rarely in an individual’s best interests. Staying stuck—be it by way of jobbs, a statist mindset, churchianity, the new age movement (read: just another new religion movement) or the copout of “this-is-how-it-is-so-just-accept-it” rationalization—will never bring one true success. Each individual must author his own script/write his own ticket, and, like Neo, must reject false authority in order to escape the matrix/the ratrace. So, work a job/task, or even godforbid a jobb, with integrity and an attitude of get-it-done-right, if and only if the timing and the situation are right?, yes; work as a shoot-ǝm-in-the-foot, let’s-all-police-each-other, get injured, get screwed, sheeple slave with a work ethic, all for the chase of the dollar/peso/whatever, which isn’t real ’cause it’s all an illusion concocted by the banksters?, hell no. I’m done.
       Eight—Donchyǝ just hate it when the local library can’t get the material you’re itchǝn to peruse/ponder next—even with an interlibrary loan setup, they can’t—’cause you’re surrounded by Steel/Grisham/Sparks fans who have never graduated from Reading Lite? (Steel and Grisham and Sparks don’t warrant links in my world.) Beam me up already, por favor.

                                                          All-time Faves

Thanks for taking a quick look at these snippets of synopses—sans spoilers, of course—of some awesome reads that you won’t be able to live without! (That is, of course, if you haven’t read them already.)

       Why Americans Hate Politics by E. J. Dionne, Jr. (1991): a very sophisticated yet pragmatic book which will help almost anyone gain a better grasp of the “false polarization of false choices” that Americans are still struggling with today;
       The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (1939): a Great American Novel candidate, contrapuntally alternated with a skillful rendering of the loss of the American dream en masse is a supremely vivid depiction of one family of have-nots and their ever-worsening descent into penury and desperation;
       The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner (1929): another Great American Novel candidate—this one about the degeneration of one family of haves set against the backdrop of the cruel and complex postbellum South—the seeming incongruities resulting from the shifts in consciousness, chronology, and narrative voice can be resolved with persistence and patience, and getting the sorting out done is worthwhile because a reader who brings nothing to the table and wants only and always to be a passive entertainee is not a mature reader;
       Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth (1969): in this brilliant satire, the funniest laugh-out-loud book I ever read, a neurotic man can’t seem to escape his sex addiction or his hilarious but relentlessly nagging New York jewish mother (yeah, I know, it’s a stereotype, but who cares if the author, jewish himself, doesn’t?);
       Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich (1984, 1993): with multiperspectivity and disjointed yet interconnected fragmentation, this postmodern composite novel about life on the rez and the restoration of hope should be required reading, especially for those of us who are from the Dakotas or Minnesota;
       Independent People by Halldór Laxness (1935): in this mindboggling epic that most readers have never heard of, a simpleminded, grumpy shepherd subsists in dire living conditions yet sedulously toils to be debt free while being pitted against obstacles, manmade and supernatural, that he can never quite grasp—this morose, complexly plotted, intense, slowgoing rare gem of a book from Iceland is worth every minute it takes to trudge through it;
       Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (1996): another Great American Novel candidate, over-the-top, hysterically realistic, recherché madness with a myriad of funny-as-all-get-out narrative voices and finessed plotting and backstory (some of which occur in the endnotes, for cryǝn out loud), this weighty tome is the consummate hit-the-nail-on-the-head indictment of how pathetic postpostmodern American society has become as pretty much everyone is hooked on consumerism and escapism—(like mind-dumbing boobtube-watching or mind-numbing alcohol-and-other-drug using)—and deluded and stymied by ubiquitous “solutions,” like Alcoholics Anonymous, which is both bizarre and cultic, and which this novel—better than any other, ever—excoriates as being every bit as whackadoodle as the problems and their consequences;
       Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse (1922): the quintessential epiphany for anyone on a spiritual journey just might be found in this novella because the protagonist is the only journeyer smart enough to realize that since enlightenment comes from within, clinging to a teacher/guru/sponsor/mentor or to traditional religion (or converting to any new one of the above) will always be a stumbling block to true spiritual progress, because no one can ever hammer out his own answers to life’s seemingly impervious questions and thereby secure his own release from virtually interminable reincarnations by studying and following the answers of someone else;
       Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny (1967): call it scifi if you must, but it is not fantasy nor a syncretistic blend of scifi and fantasy because this superingenious tour de force is a big ol’ multitasking pomo allegory, a picture of extraterrestrials and their global establishment, right here on slavecolony planet Earth, of myth/religion—(does the research of James George Frazier, Godfrey Higgins, Zecharia Sitchin, and Alexander Hislop resonate, anyone?)—the “cast of characters” of which may be likened to the hindu pantheon of “gods” or to the cryptically-referred to “Anunnaki” in the old testament as well as in The Epic of Gilgamesh or take your pick from among the “gods” of any of the other “belief systems” which are the opiates of humans, because they’re all the same beings, albeit with different names—this masterpiece is complete with a wildride, structural metastory/metanarrative, in which the chapter sequencing is itself indicative of flashbacks of past lives, reincarnation, and eventual escape to Nirvana, and it plays out, no less, with the “gods” trying to make up their minds as to whether we humans should be granted the Life and the Knowledge so that we may be like unto them, plural: “Then the fit hit the Shan,” and, “It’s a long way to Tipperary,” indeed; and
       The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie (1988): the author, condemned to death by so-called fatwa by closeminded fundamentalist extremists merely because their part of the world has yet to go through some semblance of an Enlightenment, pulls out all the stops in this “multicultural,” anti-religion, flawless postmodern magnum opus—complete with hysterical realism, magical realism, intertextuality with the qur’an, and contrapuntally structured subplots—which is easily surmountable with the accompaniment of a good annotated guide (unnecessary though, if you’re an expert in the “cultures” of India and the popculture of Bollywood and fluent in Hindi, Farsi, Urdu, and Arabic), which turns the tables on both the Brit colonization mentality and on smallminded Brits (and, by extension, Yanks) who are not smart enough to channel their hatred/anger/frustration toward the elite—(who use immigration as a divide-and-conquer tool)—rather than direct it at poor immigrants—(who are only pawns in a rigged game)—and which, most delightfully, mocks the bejesus out of islam in particular and religion in general.


       Looking forward to adding more synopses in the near future, including one for the most amazing novel I ever read—House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski—and one for the most difficult book (fiction/nonfiction/you name it) I ever read—Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. Time permitting, I’d also like to add some stuff on why Bringers of the Dawn by Barbara Marciniak can easily be seen as bait-and-switch bullshit (intended as a trap for hopeful but naïve new agers who wannǝ come full circle before having done enough comparative analysis, so that for lack of discernment they fall for its “channeled-from-the-Pleiadians” gibberish and the ever-so-appealing idea of “rapturing” up and out of prison planet every bit as much as gullible bornagainers who haven’t done their research do, having fallen for the same ploy?) and on why sorterouters need to approach Castaneda, Icke, and Sitchin (among others) with caution, ’cause in this game, deception is part of the game. Which is precisely why—when investigating recondite information—I try to sift through it carefully, by keeping in mind that there is also a lot of mis- and disinformation out there.¹
       But the primary cause of disinformation, not to mention all the deception that we’re struggling with, is the “ankle biters.” Take away the ankle biters—(according to some who’ve transcended the new age movement, if you call ǝm “archons” [which means “rulers,” and we’re talkǝn negatively polarized, fourth-density-based,² parasitic reptilians and greys here], you’re givǝn ǝm way more power than they deserve, ’cause they’re actually more mind[bleeped]ers and manipulators than anything else)—take ǝm away, them and their creepy, illusory operation here on what is presently prison planet for a moment. Pretend they were never here. What do we have? What can we do? Well, now we’re very cool, empowered humans who are grounded in positively polarized third density—in physicality, that is—with flesh bodies as avatars of sorts. (The novel Ready Player One by Ernest Cline, in part, deals with the theme that we place great importance on our avatars, which are the “gaming” versions or “playing” versions of ourselves; and while we operate them from a “higher realm,” a higher version of “us,” so to speak, they’re not really the “real” version of us. Yet we can easily get lost in these avatars to the point that we start to think of them as the real us. Line this computer gaming metaphor up with the idea that we have become so into our threeD, physical bodies that we’ve lost track of the fourD and higher versions of us, and you just put a whole new spin on your understanding of reality by way of a convenient analogy.) And with these avatars, we are beings who are not limited to mere physicality and who can:
    √   maneuver and interrelate multidimensionally/transdimensionally (for starters, we would be able to project etherically and astrally—so say “Hello” to the end of disease and say “Adiós muy buenas” to this [unacceptable, dumbass] “manage your pain” and “take a pill” mentality that we can’t seem to let go of);
    √   experience Kundalini energy flows (each and every one of us, not just the very few who have done meditation for many years);
    √   interact safely with Sophia/Gaia and be empowered by her grid and leylines (the currently obstructionist objects, like the pyramids and Stonehenge, for instance, having been removed);
    √   live about as long as Methuselah—you know, nine hundred plus years—like humans once did (because the powergrid is functioning optimally without being suppressed by encumbering frequencies and holograms);
    √   open and close the third eye (with a fully-activated pineal gland that is not all [bleeped] up from the effects of a poison called fluoride), just as we were designed to do, and thus see any potentially threatening entity for what it is and kick it to the curb;
    √   perform telekinesis (and operate with other para- and transnormal phenomena as normal occurrences, sans prefixes); and
    √   communicate telepathically, incantationally, and transformatively (having been realigned to the singular, original human language that we’re all wired for).

And what do we not have? What are we not held back by? Well, we don’t have:
    √   religions—(Let’s do that thing about what the word etymologically boils down to again: “systems that bind, hold people back.”)—and other belief systems contrived to limit us, compartmentalize us, make us feel guilty and thereby generate loosh for higher-realm manipulators;
    √   governing systems like theocracies, monarchies, fascist dictatorships, communist/socialist faux utopias, parliamentarian plutocracies, phony “republics” for the oppressed, counterfeit “democracies” for the deceived, or predatory crony capitalist/corporatist oligarchies for the screwed—anything, really, that is not based on the philosophy of anarchosyndicalism (which, etymologically, boils down to “let’s get together and stand systematically opposed to the ‘archons’/rulers” and), which is the only ism/schism that makes any damned sense at all; and
    √   virtually perpetual warfare brought to you by the banksters. What follows is a not-quite-verbatim quote from the previously-linked video: “The real agenda of the banksters is enslavement of the people by the creation of a false sense of obligation. This obligation is false because the private central banking system, by design, creates more debt than money with which to pay that debt. The game cannot be won if it’s played by their rules. This is not science. It’s a religion. It’s a set of arbitrary rules created to benefit the priesthood (i.e., the banksters), which is supported only because the people believe that this is the way it’s supposed to be.” Newsflash: it’s not supposed to be this way. We are free humans as soon as we choose to stop supporting this system. And this fake, floating-city “money” system—systems, really, until all “currencies” get merged into one global network of control by fake numbers on screens, unless we stop them—this system is all one giant, the-bubble-may-burst-any-day-now Ponzi scheme devised to keep most of us in debt and poverty.
       You know, so-called money is a much bigger part of our problem than most of us are willing to admit. (If you’re a “prosperity theology” believer or an ingenuous new ager, drop your worship/chase of mammon, which so many rationalize with “god or higher power would want me to have it” baloney—[and isn’t it interesting how the same get-you-off-course snare occurs in both camps which are allegedly so disparate!]—drop it, I say, like a freakǝn hot potato, ’cause you’ll never graduate from the low levels if you stay stuck in this crude mindset!) We are all so busy and stressed out with jobbs; simpleminded materialism; and futile, busybodying, inane concerns—(like, e.g., which candidate, the republicrat or the demopublican, is less evil [which is pointless because both “sides” are unilaterally controlled and financed by the “new world order” and the entire false dichotomy is an elaborate, evil show]; like what our “credit rating” is and what we can do to manicure it [sit out the games, don’t share culpability for them by participating in them!]; like, “Come on kids, let’s all watch the ‘superbowl’!” [and be sure not to miss the satanic/“god-of-this-world” halftime extravaganza]; and like what the latest apps are [so that we end up making things even more unnatural and surreal than they already are])—we are so busy and stressed out and concerned with nonsense that we can’t see the forest/matrix for the trees/red herrings, much less let alone have “time” to do anything really useful in life, such as taking our power back, getting rid of the elite’s phony “human-resource-energy-farming” system, and living a true life—not a fake reality—because it is our birthright. Moreover, when it comes to this godawful money system, we need to get more educated about what we’re really dealing with:
    √   The so-called Federal Reserve System is a colossal scam set up along the lines of the Hegelian dialectic of problemreactionsolution. (In this case, manipulate “bank scares” and perpetrate “runs on the banks”–convince the public that it consequently needs a “centralized bank” that everyone thinks is “federal”–establish an unconstitutional, privately-owned money system run by the banksters. Then—in conjunction with the so-called International Monetary Fund—eventually place a stranglehold on all the governments and on all the people of the world.);
    √   The U.C.N.A. (United Corporations of New Atlantis)—a counterfeit republic/“democracy” which thrives on deception and predatory crony capitalism—is fabianistically yet acceleratingly morphing into a corporatist oneworld State. (Are you doing all that you can do in terms of refusing to cooperate with globalization/corporatism and trying to prevent it as much as possible in your corner of the world?); and
    √   The it’s-real-if-we-all-believe-it’s-real “funny money fiat system” is solely based on lending and the creation and pedaling of debt. (Talk about predatory!) There aren’t quadrillions enough to back up what everybody cumulatively thinks they have, and the entire mess, by design, must and will crash. It must and will come to a screeching halt some very dangerous day. It’s been set up that way all along, folks, ’cause the endgame objective is not to possess all the fake cash, but to make a colossal grab for absolute power.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if we were able to free ourselves from all of this crap?! We could get there if only enough sheeple would stop following the herd of communal groupthink³ and wake up!
       The waking up, the spiritual path, the true journey: without reading and studying, it is all incomplete, based on insufficient knowledge. So I’m trying to augment my foundation of knowledge, and who can do that without books?! (Books, you know, actual items that you can physically pick up, and you can actually turn the pages. You remember them, right? Down with so-called ebooks! Are you aware that these gadgets/gizmos relay info to cellphone satellite towers, and that said towers are actually weapons [in more ways than one]? Why would you want Big Brother to know even that much more about what you’re reading, like when and whether you actually read the “book” that you bought, like what “page” you’re on, and like even how fast you’re reading? ¡Ándale, amigos! Don’t let ǝm take that too!) As such, I’m making my own canon, or what’s left of it, so to speak. In other words, because I ain’t no spring chicken, I probably won’t be able to finish everything I haven’t yet read off the Modern Library’s One Hundred Best Novels list or the One-Thousand-and-One list. (Don’t get me wrong: if it’s a goal of yours to do something like that, kudos to you and knock yourself out.) I’m just sayǝn that I know my own list—what I need to crank out before I disincarnate out of here, that is—and I appreciate LibraryThing and the fact that the “categorizing” that I’ve been able to accomplish in this environment have helped me toward that end. This website has also been beneficial to me in my own analysis of that insufferable, elusive Big Picture/Implex.
       There is a season for becoming an individualist on a spiritual journey, escaping groupthink, doing the information-gathering, and piecing together all of this insanity that is the Big Picture/the Implex. But barring a collective paradigm shift, there also comes a time to have finally developed sufficiently-expanded awareness so that you can stop being played like a fiddle and stop giving your consent to all the subterfuge and to all the bullshit. Transcending the matrix by refusing to participate is the only way to break free from becoming part of the next “evolution of humanity,” a.k.a. the “new world order.” Fail to take the necessary action, and you will get incarnated and trapped into an AI body and will virtually never be able to escape from being a slave to low-frequency malevolent fourD beings who have shut themselves off from Prime Creator and who are therefore using tampered-with, dumbed-down threeD humans for their etheric/astral energy source. The choice is yours.
       Still looking to compare notes with likeminded people who have similar interests and who actually still use desktops and (godforbid) laptops—(oh well, at least you can type on a laptop, kindǝ/sortǝ)—which is to say anyone who has not taken the plunge into the bizarre—and dangerous!—neverneverland of apps to the exclusion of actual computers.
       Wake up; fight on; peace out.


       One—Researchers’ presentations of occult/esoteric info often contain x percentage of clever little lies or sneaky little traps designed to get sloppy/careless sorterouters stranded on some plateau (they weren’t just whistlǝn dixie when they called it an Implex!); fortunately, though, such material is frequently “stamped” or “marked” in such a way that identifies it as of the darkness or of the (false) light: like, for example—
              One a.)—an author works the symbol of the pyramid or the allseeing eye into a book when it’s unnecessary to the context and/or when the symbol itself isn’t being explained; or like
              One b.)—a seminar presenter quickflashes a hook-ǝm-horns handsignal in some YouTube video while the camera is zoomed way out so that most viewers will miss who his allegiance is really with; or like
              One c.)—a scholar of ancient texts deliberately casuistically mistranslates words with subtle differences in shades of meaning to get readers off on an incorrect tangent, even though the base information itself is very helpful; so, heads up!
       Two—The term density corresponds somewhat—but not exactly synonymously—with the term dimension. The seven densities (which are sometimes considered to be comprised of a total of twelve or thirteen) are mapped in a geometrically complex way and can be thought of as lining up with the Kabbalah, the Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, or a myriad of other names, if you happen to be dealing with a “base” esotericism/religion/mythology. However, such alignment does not imply that other, (mostly lower-level) attributes and concepts of said esotericism/religion/mythology are necessarily correct. The Implex, obviously, was purposely set up to bottleneck us in any way that it can.
       Three—Because each individual emits unique fractals—yes, quantum physics and metaphysics do connect at some point—based on different needs/experiences/“karma” and because the labyrinth/the matrix is constructed with the anfractuosity necessary to adjust accordingly (the concept of which shows up in House of Leaves, by the way!), each individual’s exit out of the labyrinth/the matrix is necessarily a unique journey. (Each individual’s escape is probably through a separate, distinct door or portal, so to speak.) Although spiritually awake individuals can help each other, there is no communal/pantheistic/“we-are-all-one” way out of this particular density/dimension. (I’m not talkǝn about the bighouse of the jobb “market”/workworld here, but the whole enchilada, the entire realm itself: we have to cooperatively oust the ankle biters—which could be done by collectively invoking a paradigm shift and eradicating the prison that we’re living in, provided that enough people wake up—or individually figure out how to avoid coming back to the demiurge’s material world yet again.) Furthermore, there is to be found, oddly enough, in Jungian parapsychology, and specifically in The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, the key to understanding why the buddhist concept of striving for the “collective consciousness” is balderdash: there is no such thing! Here in the third density/dimension, because consciousness is individuated, there can therefore be no such thing as a “collective consciousness.” The only thing that is truly collective—at least until we get to a higher realm—is the unconscious. In other words, we cannot groupthink our way out of prison planet, folks. Moreover, “cultures,” “traditions,” and anything else that limits or inhibits individualism/individuality and/or that tries to get people to accept that which is inherently and ludicrously unacceptable with “that’s-the-way-it-is” rationalization are a huge part of what is keeping us stuck.

Updated July 15, 2017. Thanks a lot for reading!

Postscriptum: Skype connection requests are welcome if they’re accompanied by some sort of a.) brief “Howdy do” and b.) where you saw me from and c.) why you’d like to jibberjabber with me. Out-of-the-blue connection requests that are not accompanied by nada or that come without diddly squat on ǝm except some default blahbutty-blah will likely be ignored, because I don’t much care for that. (I’m just sayǝn.) Thanks.

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