It was observed that the plant system was not perpetuated by either spore or seed, not with free-spirited birds disseminating the seedwork along the vastness of the areas, having taken to the wing, but rather with the rootbed acting instead like a broadcasting, as of the old farmer tossing a handful of seeds over an area.
that instead keeping the cycle of life going.
much like azaleas or the noble fig, with the fig having been attached as sort of a national symbol for so many, as of the national health or prosperity in general.
a fecund stripling berry/fruit of pink and green, a schizoid marble two-tone, with a blood tone being hinted at, or even the healthy green of pre-ripening tomato, but those are just hints instead of what actually comes:
the bi-chromatic fruit of the shade-loving fig tree.
Myself: Sipp, on reconnoiter amonst the extra-dimensional plane, having observed these things, with fingers breaching the top soil, looking in the cool earth for the story of the cycle of life.
Zeta's Pendulum: Morlock Poetics.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Sunday, July 14, 2019
the doubly dubious/pollen fingerprint enlightening as to go away: a verse/poem/lyric
shiny things will rend
and the doubly dubious
does confound
but what of the
low breathy whisper
that gets around
pollen fingerprint
on the petals,
a puff come near
makes it almost disappear
on such as what is,
if you came by,
a moment later,
it would have been
but a memory,
and by then,
the next dream
elapsing,
the next conundrum,
elapsing,
and the pretext
that we call reality,
entirely collapsing
such is ends
as of what ends
are as such
of what I put to them,
I ask
did they think it ever,
ever truly enough,
and after the emptying
I never got back much.
and the doubly dubious
does confound
but what of the
low breathy whisper
that gets around
pollen fingerprint
on the petals,
a puff come near
makes it almost disappear
on such as what is,
if you came by,
a moment later,
it would have been
but a memory,
and by then,
the next dream
elapsing,
the next conundrum,
elapsing,
and the pretext
that we call reality,
entirely collapsing
such is ends
as of what ends
are as such
of what I put to them,
I ask
did they think it ever,
ever truly enough,
and after the emptying
I never got back much.
Friday, July 12, 2019
in hopes to unf11ck the delta timeline
They took
the roadmap to peace
watchmen on the walls
and all that
the kind of jazz
that we nod at
and broke it down
into a countdown
as of
a deathclock.
I relate this statement
not to alarm you
but to remind
because
of course
there is
still
time.
the roadmap to peace
watchmen on the walls
and all that
the kind of jazz
that we nod at
and broke it down
into a countdown
as of
a deathclock.
I relate this statement
not to alarm you
but to remind
because
of course
there is
still
time.
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Designer Dungarees/The House of Seven Gables: The Gorgon and the Googleplex, a poem.
Revolted lovers
who have jilted others
hide their mean-ness
under the covers.
On top of the sheet:
La Madame Bovary,
and the gray, gray sloth
trying to read.
lifts in her shoes,
while she takes a dismal view
of the lukewarm noodles
from which she must choose.
from her brow
static bolts
and she circles
a smoking hole.
who have jilted others
hide their mean-ness
under the covers.
On top of the sheet:
La Madame Bovary,
and the gray, gray sloth
trying to read.
lifts in her shoes,
while she takes a dismal view
of the lukewarm noodles
from which she must choose.
from her brow
static bolts
and she circles
a smoking hole.
the bondage afficianado's liberation pipe-dream.
so it was all married people, swinging, doing S&M, and under this paradigm, every stray comment was scheduling, so you really couldn't say anything much without needing a decoder ring.
all this, and literally, paper champions, circling yon Mulberry bush.
The media, launching satire of Putin, riding shirtless on a horse, and all the while, Pelosi wanting to be that horse, to sweat against his thighs.
Freedom is, for them, just an empty buzzword, like a homeland their parents told them about, that they themselves even dream about, but they've never seen it, and maybe their even starting to doubt its real, that maybe its just a dream.
all this, and literally, paper champions, circling yon Mulberry bush.
The media, launching satire of Putin, riding shirtless on a horse, and all the while, Pelosi wanting to be that horse, to sweat against his thighs.
Freedom is, for them, just an empty buzzword, like a homeland their parents told them about, that they themselves even dream about, but they've never seen it, and maybe their even starting to doubt its real, that maybe its just a dream.
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
"More please" and the Annunaki terraforming operations.
I note that elsewhere I have referred to the Archon Invasion in 1996 as the "Archon Imposition", and now I'm using this as a deciphering point to scan through mass-media, sort of an Alamo for which to stand against an imposing army.
And this time WE are the imposing army, doing injury to ourselves, daring to re-arrange and jigger the truth, making it "your truth" or "my truth". Meanwhile, I've seen some of "my truth" on television, and wondering how it got there. But that point is neither here nor there, but simply an illustration of how elements of the truth remain even when heat is applied and nuisance elements are burned away.
The Annunaki corresponding to some kind of "post-druidic" "Masonic" construct, interacting in the shadows with the self-styled "enlightened" among us. But under the perfect light of truth, with beams shining all over, what are the imperfect to do but scurry away? Why, they would surely tell you they were protecting their own cover, securing their own interests against whatever rainfall that may come in the future.
But we would say a certain "self-preservation action" in reference to the common reputation, even when reputations are so fluid now, indicate a level of guilt, but then contradictory, we are born guilty, such that I truly wonder how many toddlers speak their first word as "no".
So in the borrowing of the original documentations of the Delta Timeline, we could say agendas of various stripes have been "projected onto" or "superimposed over" the original roadmap to peace. And we note that original documentation, which lurked so long just under the surface of the ongoing popular conversation, was conceived by an Advance Scout. And by virtue of that foreign culture, foreign incompatible archetypal language finding its way into global dissemination, imagine the surprise of the explorers when they step out of their craft to observe Terran culture, only to find the pink-skin Earth people talking together about the Scout Crews own status reports.
I can only reinforce here that the objectives between the two cultures are incompatible, and not a "duality" in the same sense of Gamma/Delta or Light/Annihilation, not a duality at all when compared to Terran machinations.
But that was years prior, still after the Archon Imposition, however, and still under a cloud of Annunaki radio rank gibberish, as of an old debtor's prison, with the Annunaki impetus to shepherding man seen as some kind of sustenance, as of a bowl of gruel, and meanwhile the Prime Movers eating away then coming back to the head of the line and saying meekly, "more please".
And in the end, the only duality visible is in the Resistance itself, with some kind of construct created which nourishes a whimsical notion of extraterrestrial origin, while the rest are simply clamoring for planetary freedom, as of a buzzword, a code phrase, something to printed on a button or yard sign, while they meanwhile are truly singularly focused on their own petty ends.
Their individual appetites. Little bits of guile, little intrigues that comprise the diurnal cycle, and God himself forbid and shun those among us who are actually paid to speak before an audience on a regular basis, because then does "your truth" or "my truth" become ever the more murky, and even while it personifies and dances naked for the enjoyment of the masses?
The truth masquerading in plain sight, under a soup of the ongoing malaise: there's your real duality, the real heart of the collective which never stops pumping even for a microsecond, superceeding even the duality of Light/Annihilation.
And this time WE are the imposing army, doing injury to ourselves, daring to re-arrange and jigger the truth, making it "your truth" or "my truth". Meanwhile, I've seen some of "my truth" on television, and wondering how it got there. But that point is neither here nor there, but simply an illustration of how elements of the truth remain even when heat is applied and nuisance elements are burned away.
The Annunaki corresponding to some kind of "post-druidic" "Masonic" construct, interacting in the shadows with the self-styled "enlightened" among us. But under the perfect light of truth, with beams shining all over, what are the imperfect to do but scurry away? Why, they would surely tell you they were protecting their own cover, securing their own interests against whatever rainfall that may come in the future.
But we would say a certain "self-preservation action" in reference to the common reputation, even when reputations are so fluid now, indicate a level of guilt, but then contradictory, we are born guilty, such that I truly wonder how many toddlers speak their first word as "no".
So in the borrowing of the original documentations of the Delta Timeline, we could say agendas of various stripes have been "projected onto" or "superimposed over" the original roadmap to peace. And we note that original documentation, which lurked so long just under the surface of the ongoing popular conversation, was conceived by an Advance Scout. And by virtue of that foreign culture, foreign incompatible archetypal language finding its way into global dissemination, imagine the surprise of the explorers when they step out of their craft to observe Terran culture, only to find the pink-skin Earth people talking together about the Scout Crews own status reports.
I can only reinforce here that the objectives between the two cultures are incompatible, and not a "duality" in the same sense of Gamma/Delta or Light/Annihilation, not a duality at all when compared to Terran machinations.
But that was years prior, still after the Archon Imposition, however, and still under a cloud of Annunaki radio rank gibberish, as of an old debtor's prison, with the Annunaki impetus to shepherding man seen as some kind of sustenance, as of a bowl of gruel, and meanwhile the Prime Movers eating away then coming back to the head of the line and saying meekly, "more please".
And in the end, the only duality visible is in the Resistance itself, with some kind of construct created which nourishes a whimsical notion of extraterrestrial origin, while the rest are simply clamoring for planetary freedom, as of a buzzword, a code phrase, something to printed on a button or yard sign, while they meanwhile are truly singularly focused on their own petty ends.
Their individual appetites. Little bits of guile, little intrigues that comprise the diurnal cycle, and God himself forbid and shun those among us who are actually paid to speak before an audience on a regular basis, because then does "your truth" or "my truth" become ever the more murky, and even while it personifies and dances naked for the enjoyment of the masses?
The truth masquerading in plain sight, under a soup of the ongoing malaise: there's your real duality, the real heart of the collective which never stops pumping even for a microsecond, superceeding even the duality of Light/Annihilation.
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Gamma and Delta and Peripheral Figures.
Here I speak of Gamma Timeline VS Delta Timeline, observing a few points that run contrary to the official narrative.
First, Delta Timeline is highjacked construction, a perversion of what was once a set of hopeful objectives, but these were taken over and basically painted by popular culture, until what we have is a circulating set of invective, caustic statements used by people who communicate professionally.
The end game there is said to be Planetary Destruction, however, this is more of the "something borrowed" where an objective was changed. Would it entirely flatten you to know that the Delta Timeline was once a roadmap to peace?
At first it was buried in a myriad of laughter, then people fought to carve out their own interpretations, as if they were "corporate shareholders" of that particular theory, and somewhere in the process of all that mass replication, came the end game that was always there but looking for its own excuse: Planetary Annihilation.
It was like a car insurance company looking for a good ad campaign, those people, searching out something they could use, as if in some sort of diabolical sports contest, team pitted against team, adversaries by the style of shirt, and in the end, they all agreed that they had their excuse, sort of a poster child that they could look to.
In my own section, the above applies, but then also, Gamma Timeline is a fabrication that caught on for seemingly no ecumenical or providential reason of its own conniving, but simply out of a sense of fashion, running sort of the opposite stripe of the Delta process.
Make no mistake, there are concealed intentions behind Gamma Timeline, as if from the red mist of the last decade, that clouded everything, obscuring so much, rounding the rough edges.
The key to the whole misunderstanding, or the rectification of the misunderstanding, which would bring about a new widespread illumination, indeed, that key may be the true facts of the Archon debacle of 1996. And as we know, the victor is always the one that writes the histories, but here a free pen has been taken to ALREADY PUBLISHED reports, as if editing the true account to be cast under some new cloud, dictated largely by some other agenda by peripheral figures.
Such as, editors at Tileo's Granary, not knowing the story, making some kind of laughable joke premise of the whole thing, essentially making the ruined lives of those who suffered in the whole thing MERE JOKES. But those were the sources that were enlisted after initial accounts, as "any port in a storm", fonts of information, for certain, but nothing pertinent to the published account. Nevertheless that material was grafted onto the official account, and for what purpose one cannot know, but a nefarious aspect is assumed, with the most nefarious aspect of all in the matter being a prevailing thirst for any kind of information, whether the data points were properly vetted or not.
First, Delta Timeline is highjacked construction, a perversion of what was once a set of hopeful objectives, but these were taken over and basically painted by popular culture, until what we have is a circulating set of invective, caustic statements used by people who communicate professionally.
The end game there is said to be Planetary Destruction, however, this is more of the "something borrowed" where an objective was changed. Would it entirely flatten you to know that the Delta Timeline was once a roadmap to peace?
At first it was buried in a myriad of laughter, then people fought to carve out their own interpretations, as if they were "corporate shareholders" of that particular theory, and somewhere in the process of all that mass replication, came the end game that was always there but looking for its own excuse: Planetary Annihilation.
It was like a car insurance company looking for a good ad campaign, those people, searching out something they could use, as if in some sort of diabolical sports contest, team pitted against team, adversaries by the style of shirt, and in the end, they all agreed that they had their excuse, sort of a poster child that they could look to.
In my own section, the above applies, but then also, Gamma Timeline is a fabrication that caught on for seemingly no ecumenical or providential reason of its own conniving, but simply out of a sense of fashion, running sort of the opposite stripe of the Delta process.
Make no mistake, there are concealed intentions behind Gamma Timeline, as if from the red mist of the last decade, that clouded everything, obscuring so much, rounding the rough edges.
The key to the whole misunderstanding, or the rectification of the misunderstanding, which would bring about a new widespread illumination, indeed, that key may be the true facts of the Archon debacle of 1996. And as we know, the victor is always the one that writes the histories, but here a free pen has been taken to ALREADY PUBLISHED reports, as if editing the true account to be cast under some new cloud, dictated largely by some other agenda by peripheral figures.
Such as, editors at Tileo's Granary, not knowing the story, making some kind of laughable joke premise of the whole thing, essentially making the ruined lives of those who suffered in the whole thing MERE JOKES. But those were the sources that were enlisted after initial accounts, as "any port in a storm", fonts of information, for certain, but nothing pertinent to the published account. Nevertheless that material was grafted onto the official account, and for what purpose one cannot know, but a nefarious aspect is assumed, with the most nefarious aspect of all in the matter being a prevailing thirst for any kind of information, whether the data points were properly vetted or not.
Gamma/Delta, the duality of Alpha and Omega, and apart form all that: Zeta, me.
I was honestly trying to be helpful, saying that I kind of resented some of their terminology regarding some of the mortifying stuff going on, the vitriol and vile spewing.
So, in order to not put myself on the wrong side, I begin to self-identify as Zeta. And who is this Zeta, you might ask? Claiming to be "above the fray"?
Not "above the fray", but honestly and contendedly "apart from the fray".
We see how in the popular diatribes there is an "ass end" and a head that sometimes plays the role, and at times there is a bit of a tug of war between the two, but usually its all smiles isn't it? Even during a Nazi rally on Pennsylvania Avenue, worthy of the grand militaristic visions of the North Korean dictator.
Maybe they'll all fly into a bug zapper, and then fry, with that little second-long glow being kind of like a eulogy.
Honestly, I've been deep in the system, and encouraged to do so by my superiors and familiars, for reasons of their own. What becomes apparent is that everyone wants to blame someone, but rarely do they blame the actual guy that lit the fuse?
Anyway, of the duality between Alpha and Omega, we have all been there, but these other folks were throwing around Gamma and Delta terminology, which unfortunately, just by virtue of the accompanying acronyms(and a lot of industries survive on the strength of their acronyms), I'm seemingly put on the opposite end of the tape measure.
Which I find a bit worrisome.
And there are always worrisome acronyms that must be serviced.
Back to being apart from the fray: my own little island, with Emerson screaming at me in my head, "NO MAN IS AN ISLAND!" And I'm thinking, nobody else is really me, either, so maybe I can carve out some new territory.
Like "Zeta Island Bird Sanctuary and Communicable Disease Research Station", with a focus more on diseases than bird watching or animal husbandry.
Use a pellet gun to pelt them with RFID chips from a distance, then let the little skippers cavort around the island while we sit at our microscopes watching things dance about on little glass slides.
So, in order to not put myself on the wrong side, I begin to self-identify as Zeta. And who is this Zeta, you might ask? Claiming to be "above the fray"?
Not "above the fray", but honestly and contendedly "apart from the fray".
We see how in the popular diatribes there is an "ass end" and a head that sometimes plays the role, and at times there is a bit of a tug of war between the two, but usually its all smiles isn't it? Even during a Nazi rally on Pennsylvania Avenue, worthy of the grand militaristic visions of the North Korean dictator.
Maybe they'll all fly into a bug zapper, and then fry, with that little second-long glow being kind of like a eulogy.
Honestly, I've been deep in the system, and encouraged to do so by my superiors and familiars, for reasons of their own. What becomes apparent is that everyone wants to blame someone, but rarely do they blame the actual guy that lit the fuse?
Anyway, of the duality between Alpha and Omega, we have all been there, but these other folks were throwing around Gamma and Delta terminology, which unfortunately, just by virtue of the accompanying acronyms(and a lot of industries survive on the strength of their acronyms), I'm seemingly put on the opposite end of the tape measure.
Which I find a bit worrisome.
And there are always worrisome acronyms that must be serviced.
Back to being apart from the fray: my own little island, with Emerson screaming at me in my head, "NO MAN IS AN ISLAND!" And I'm thinking, nobody else is really me, either, so maybe I can carve out some new territory.
Like "Zeta Island Bird Sanctuary and Communicable Disease Research Station", with a focus more on diseases than bird watching or animal husbandry.
Use a pellet gun to pelt them with RFID chips from a distance, then let the little skippers cavort around the island while we sit at our microscopes watching things dance about on little glass slides.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)