I know it’s not easy to curb subtly planted thoughts from emerging into your conscious, and they may even override your conscious activity as in the case of brainwashed persons. All this could happen. But not everyone is mentally manipulated to become a suicide bomber. Even the perps would not go that far, they wouldn’t want their own asses blown away in the process; you may still have some little time in your hand.
So stall for time, nothing is going to happen to your world all of a sudden. Well if it would have to, it has happened already. So what are you afraid of? The feared shit has already happened; otherwise you would not be in the place that you are now. So take it slow. When you draw back from doing what they suggest they might come out into the open and try to make you do it by overt promptings. That not a very bad thing. It is as if you are forcing their hands.
As I mentioned before too the only two areas you need be careful is the fear of death and the manipulations on your sex instinct. To nullify their effect on yourself you can call those incidents back into your conscious mind. If you are struck mute by the mere suggestion of death (Most people are, despite what they maintain outside.) break out of the habit.
Think on death, all philosophy begins with death. It would soon cure you of the fear of it. Even the greatest fear it, it is congenital. But fear of death at the moment of its actual occurrence and fear of it instilled in you artificially by external agencies are two different things. The later you can combat. You haven’t actually died; you are only being threatened with it.
So you are going to die, what the hell, everybody has to die; your fear is not going to make you less a candidate for death. Say hello to death, let’s be chums with him, you can even converse with him.
He is mortal. Shiva had once killed him too. This shiva is nothing but you true consciousness. It can raise or kill death if it wants to. Nachiketas, a young Indian boy once approached death for guidance. It was given freely to him. There is a whole treatise on the subject. Death is approachable and companionable. He is near us every minute. He is the most nearest of all our kins. So why fear him.
The best example of the conquest of this fear can be seen in Socrates. He was sentenced to die, Plato and others could have easily saved him, but he chose not to escape.
He was a true philosopher. He had conquered his fear by dispassionately thinking on it. I assure you, you need not be a Socrates to do it. Anyone can do it, provided they are ready to do the work.
If you can’t, alas, then there is no way I or anyone can help you in this regard. This fear of death that they make you feel, comes from the submerged regions of the mind. You would not know if it is that you are afraid of, but as I explained there are only these two methods to get at your subconscious and modify it- Fears related to Sex and death. You get rid of the fear of death first. Then no amount of subtle promptings can make you do what you don’t have to do.
Then there are people traumatized by sexual experiences. This may even have happened in the early childhood. If it is too terrible for the mind to handle the mind would try to blank it for life to preserve the individual. But the fear would remain and would show itself by several things that people do and say. The false morality that they teach you throughout your life might also cause conflicts even if you are not otherwise affected by sexual fears.
It’s a bit tricky to get out of the mental muddle if you were molested in any manner in childhood. There could be a method to deal with it too. But it is too extreme to suggest it here.
Instead I shall tell you a parable. If you were a lion cub and was mauled by bigger lions and somehow escaped, the fear will stay within you till you become like them, a lion. I know being a lion is not fun; it’s being brutal and merciless, it’s being predator instead of prey. You may never want to hunt and kill but unless you believe that you can do it, others would still hunt you down.
It’s all in the mind.
My ideas might be a little hazy for your liking, I know. I don’t have any readymade solutions for the problem. I am trying to find some. I think that is what matters at this juncture. Even if I am the only person thinking on the subject in the universe (I know I am not), it might just generate some responses in the human conscious environment. Thoughts are not fruitless, if I know anything about anything that is this. Thoughts tend to coalesce and produce like thoughts.
Some of you might be able to better my suggestions. Let the thoughts on freedom flourish.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Nothing personal
I must admit that every time I go though the words on that Russian site I feel a twinge of conscience. They seem a bunch of decent people and even wanting to help others. I have attacked them severely, but that was not out malice. To me any tool which can covertly enter the human mind and alter it is demonic. There is nothing personal in it. May be this world is not the same anymore, may be everything is changing. May be it is as they said, I have not fully understood what they are about. They are marketing a technology which has been in the making for more than two decades. May be as they claim sweat and blood was spilt to make it happen. I certainly would not want to put a spanner in their wheels. They have as much a right to market their product as anyone marketing guns and RDX have.
But that being said weapons like that maim and kill only a few (Not that killing is good, though there are duds enough in this world I want to dispose off). They don’t create Zombies in their wake. But psycho-semantic tools do. They infringe upon everything that we hold decent and sacrosanct. We have enough of control already; we are being led like lambs to the altar of our own destruction as human beings. The market and their lords do not view us as individuals; they view us as prospective idiots who are there to offer them more money and control.
You believe that I am talking rot do you? The other day I was in Emile Zapata’s site (Of the Mindguard fame). He has a test by which you can know how controlled you really are. The program shows you a certain number of logo’s and checks how many you can recognize. Now I do not live in the west, I don’t often watch the TV now even, but I could recognize most of the logo’s in the test. If I scored very high like that just imagine what the guys in the west are made to take in. Every image and word you see and hear comes loaded with the suggestions that they are more near to you than your loved one.
Well coming back to what Naomi C. Pattirane said in her comment, my friend could be a prey to the methods she suggested. But they have to be more sophisticated than the tools mentioned in the Russian site. Alan Yiu had hinted that there were methods by which a person’s mental activity could be monitored from outside with help of computers. This was in the late 70’s I think. You can’t dismiss all that as paranoia. Anyway if there was any effort to discover the trigger words inside him it was never done by placing him in front of a computer like the Smirnov technique does. The perps may have found them using the hit and miss method of watching him, asking his near and dear about it and testing the efficacy of the words/images in real situations.
If the Smirnov’s tool is used on anyone, it effectively lessens the force of the talk-back strategy that I suggested in my earlier post. You can’t talk out a CD player. But the matter is not as hopeless as all that. The internal dialog still keeps you alert. It questions every promptings from within you. Every inner suggestion has to come out into the conscious to get enacted.
Let us talk about this in more detail in the next post
But that being said weapons like that maim and kill only a few (Not that killing is good, though there are duds enough in this world I want to dispose off). They don’t create Zombies in their wake. But psycho-semantic tools do. They infringe upon everything that we hold decent and sacrosanct. We have enough of control already; we are being led like lambs to the altar of our own destruction as human beings. The market and their lords do not view us as individuals; they view us as prospective idiots who are there to offer them more money and control.
You believe that I am talking rot do you? The other day I was in Emile Zapata’s site (Of the Mindguard fame). He has a test by which you can know how controlled you really are. The program shows you a certain number of logo’s and checks how many you can recognize. Now I do not live in the west, I don’t often watch the TV now even, but I could recognize most of the logo’s in the test. If I scored very high like that just imagine what the guys in the west are made to take in. Every image and word you see and hear comes loaded with the suggestions that they are more near to you than your loved one.
Well coming back to what Naomi C. Pattirane said in her comment, my friend could be a prey to the methods she suggested. But they have to be more sophisticated than the tools mentioned in the Russian site. Alan Yiu had hinted that there were methods by which a person’s mental activity could be monitored from outside with help of computers. This was in the late 70’s I think. You can’t dismiss all that as paranoia. Anyway if there was any effort to discover the trigger words inside him it was never done by placing him in front of a computer like the Smirnov technique does. The perps may have found them using the hit and miss method of watching him, asking his near and dear about it and testing the efficacy of the words/images in real situations.
If the Smirnov’s tool is used on anyone, it effectively lessens the force of the talk-back strategy that I suggested in my earlier post. You can’t talk out a CD player. But the matter is not as hopeless as all that. The internal dialog still keeps you alert. It questions every promptings from within you. Every inner suggestion has to come out into the conscious to get enacted.
Let us talk about this in more detail in the next post
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sounding your core
Well it’s about Igor Smirnov again (Do I hear a snigger somewhere? May be I am becoming two noid’s at the same time!) All the same isn’t it wonderful how the name crops up every now and then on the net out of the blue? The strange thing is, the guy seems to be haunting us even after he has left the human haunts and has gone elsewhere with his mind control expertise.
-The question could be should we wish him bon voyage?
Harsh words these- as some would say.
Well may be I am not in the business of being nice anymore or maybe there is nothing to be gained by being nice. And again there is a chance that these words are being put there by someone else other than myself. Pretty scary I know, but who can tell? Are we thinking our own thoughts any more, are we feeling our own emotions (even motions) anymore?
Frankly I have nil idea. I might have been turned into a remote controlled biological machine for all I know.
Is this the Zombie land? Who can tell………..
Things are getting scarier by the second, the one consolation is, you are not anymore responsible for what you do. There is always ‘them’……….
Thank god for small graces.
Honestly I have nothing against Smirnov other than that he meddled with something sacred and inviolable- our right to be free (laugh your head off and continue. Who wants to be free, we are seeking the masochist heaven, we expect whip lashes and bestiality. See how our flesh develops goose bumps all over with the mere thought of such delicacies).
Every particular ‘movement’ has its own messiah. Well the psychotronics has Igor Smirnov. He may have been just moving with the current, the argument being-if he did not do it someone else with an even wicked intent could have.
Of course the current was getting stronger even in his time and was becoming a flood by the second.
Incidentally the in-thing now seems to be the calcite crystals in the pineal gland; they are similar to those seen in the human cochlea which captures sound waves. The mobile phone companies are pumping big money into the research to learn if a technique could be developed to send messages directly to the brain by way of pineal gland.
As you know they are the current moguls’ of the EMF technology, need anything more be said? We are in for a lush time it seems! The lords and masters are always considerate; they know what we need and what we seek. Look how they are spending their hard earned pittances to better our poor lives! May be the Rothschild’s and the Illuminati are behind all this. Some say they even funded Karl Marx to write Das Kapital.
May be they are funding me too, though I would like to see the color of money sometimes! You can’t live with hope alone, even Jesus seemed to have said so. “Man doesn’t live by dread alone” (No fear, I said dread and not bread, there was no ‘mishtake’ as I sometimes make, in this case)
But yet who can tell. Nothing is certain anymore. Are we our own friends? Am I my own friend? Some call this sort of writing convoluted metaphysics. Some also calls it the metaphysical bulshit.
Actually its convoluted bulshit. As an aside, shit may be the only substance that we now process on our own. Everything else is packaged and presented to us for ‘convenience’.
Well if the Rothschild’s are involved there could even be a class struggle in the future between mobile-made- Zombies and other Zombies. Perhaps the government of the ‘mobiles’ would wither away in the end.
Who can tell…….
Anyway coming back to Smirnov, an internet site is offering his mind control tools for commercial use. They call it psycho correction tools. (Well why does it bring on thoughts of correctional facilities all over the world? And again where do these thoughts come from? I seem to have no idea of anything of late!).
Well let that be. These tools of Smirnov are intended for screening candidates who are seeking jobs.
Smirnov was always evasive about how the technology works in what he had said before. This new site is a little more explicit on the subject.
The technique seems to be one which has been in use all along- Find trigger words to bye-pass the conscious and modify human behavior by influencing the subconscious.
Smirnov persistently calls it the unconscious. May be to him all the portions of mind beneath the conscious are the unconscious. Anyway for simplicity’s sake I am sticking with the divisions introduced by Freud -of the conscious, the sub conscious and the unconscious. (The Rothschild’s seems to have funded Freud too. If you think I am in jest, read “The Synagogue of Satan”)
The long and short of it is that I don’t know what Smirnov is talking about. But Freud’s technique seems helpful. It’s more explicable in the context of Hypnosis that is at the back of this all.
Well once you get inside the mind you try to create conflicts within the consciousness by introducing thoughts and emotions incompatible with the individual’s basic belief systems. (This is the normal human behavior, I learn) As the hidden parts of the consciousness are the more primary and are related to his/her personality these inner promptings would be taken as the action of their real selves. This would create commotion inside the mind (any sniggers? Come on, you can’t be terrorized by a guy named “Chasing my shadow”).
The person thus emotionally intimidated would naturally yearn for a solution for this dangerous situation inside. Then cunningly a solution is offered somewhat in line with the persons existing value system but of course subtly different in many ways.
All these of course are effected through covert mental manipulations.
The poor dumb ass embraces it and follows it through to the end acting it out and thus resolving the temporary hiatus (Hiatus?) he was facing. He would naturally be greatly relieved too. This is the case with even the finest of human beings or I hope so. When attack comes from within there is nothing one can do about it. He would not know that his character is being altered without his consent. (That’s how we create Zombies for our recreation)
Smirnov says a lot of fancy things about being careful while using the tools and to ensure that the basic character of the individual is not altered in the process. But its mere hogwash as you would learn by going through the explanations provided in the site. He was too well aware of the dangers involved in marketing these tools (That’s the novelty of the whole thing, isn’t it?).
But I must say that there is nothing new in the technique, there is only a change in the actual methods employed to alter an individual. You can’t call Hypnotism a new technique or hypnosis a new phenomenon, can you? Hardly. All old magic was concerned with it, the white, black and the indifferent. They had their own technique to fashion Zombies but as it doesn’t come within the scope of this post let us skip it. (Skipping is good, it keeps the legs strong)
It is true that to bye-pass the conscious is not as easy as some believe (Or so the site says). Both the conscious and the sub conscious have strong defensive mechanisms to guard against such attacks. The subconscious also works in the form of images rather than words (This seems to be my own contribution; I have no idea where it came from). You can’t just override the conscious and get into the subconscious by brute force.
That’s why trigger words are needed. They can be only of two kinds - those related to the instinct of survival (fear of death) and those related to the sex drive. (I find both of these are my contribution too, where does all these interesting thoughts come from I wonder? I certainly was not born with them I am afraid, as some inherently intelligent people are, they don’t need any education, they only require edification.)
Anyway I would like to emphasis it that these are the only kinds of trigger words which would do the trick. Though the site does not say it in so many words, this has to be the method employed to get at the subconscious by them. They only tell us that the first stage is to locate the trigger words of a particular individual. This is done by placing the person in front of a computer screen which plays a stream of random numbers asking them to punch a key when they feel like it.
These are not random numbers at all. Every number has a word imprinted on it (So says the site but more likely it’s an image, as my coming thoughts suggests) which could only be seen by the subconscious of the individual who is being tested. The tested individual involuntarily punches the space bar when the numbers with the words relating to his basic instincts appears on the screen. Without knowing to him or her examiners would have a complete profile of the person ready to be used when situation demands it later on.
(Hell, it’s going to be long post. I find that the thoughts have started thinning out of my head by now. May be their makers are taking a nap. I should wait till new ones come and continue later)
-The question could be should we wish him bon voyage?
Harsh words these- as some would say.
Well may be I am not in the business of being nice anymore or maybe there is nothing to be gained by being nice. And again there is a chance that these words are being put there by someone else other than myself. Pretty scary I know, but who can tell? Are we thinking our own thoughts any more, are we feeling our own emotions (even motions) anymore?
Frankly I have nil idea. I might have been turned into a remote controlled biological machine for all I know.
Is this the Zombie land? Who can tell………..
Things are getting scarier by the second, the one consolation is, you are not anymore responsible for what you do. There is always ‘them’……….
Thank god for small graces.
Honestly I have nothing against Smirnov other than that he meddled with something sacred and inviolable- our right to be free (laugh your head off and continue. Who wants to be free, we are seeking the masochist heaven, we expect whip lashes and bestiality. See how our flesh develops goose bumps all over with the mere thought of such delicacies).
Every particular ‘movement’ has its own messiah. Well the psychotronics has Igor Smirnov. He may have been just moving with the current, the argument being-if he did not do it someone else with an even wicked intent could have.
Of course the current was getting stronger even in his time and was becoming a flood by the second.
Incidentally the in-thing now seems to be the calcite crystals in the pineal gland; they are similar to those seen in the human cochlea which captures sound waves. The mobile phone companies are pumping big money into the research to learn if a technique could be developed to send messages directly to the brain by way of pineal gland.
As you know they are the current moguls’ of the EMF technology, need anything more be said? We are in for a lush time it seems! The lords and masters are always considerate; they know what we need and what we seek. Look how they are spending their hard earned pittances to better our poor lives! May be the Rothschild’s and the Illuminati are behind all this. Some say they even funded Karl Marx to write Das Kapital.
May be they are funding me too, though I would like to see the color of money sometimes! You can’t live with hope alone, even Jesus seemed to have said so. “Man doesn’t live by dread alone” (No fear, I said dread and not bread, there was no ‘mishtake’ as I sometimes make, in this case)
But yet who can tell. Nothing is certain anymore. Are we our own friends? Am I my own friend? Some call this sort of writing convoluted metaphysics. Some also calls it the metaphysical bulshit.
Actually its convoluted bulshit. As an aside, shit may be the only substance that we now process on our own. Everything else is packaged and presented to us for ‘convenience’.
Well if the Rothschild’s are involved there could even be a class struggle in the future between mobile-made- Zombies and other Zombies. Perhaps the government of the ‘mobiles’ would wither away in the end.
Who can tell…….
Anyway coming back to Smirnov, an internet site is offering his mind control tools for commercial use. They call it psycho correction tools. (Well why does it bring on thoughts of correctional facilities all over the world? And again where do these thoughts come from? I seem to have no idea of anything of late!).
Well let that be. These tools of Smirnov are intended for screening candidates who are seeking jobs.
Smirnov was always evasive about how the technology works in what he had said before. This new site is a little more explicit on the subject.
The technique seems to be one which has been in use all along- Find trigger words to bye-pass the conscious and modify human behavior by influencing the subconscious.
Smirnov persistently calls it the unconscious. May be to him all the portions of mind beneath the conscious are the unconscious. Anyway for simplicity’s sake I am sticking with the divisions introduced by Freud -of the conscious, the sub conscious and the unconscious. (The Rothschild’s seems to have funded Freud too. If you think I am in jest, read “The Synagogue of Satan”)
The long and short of it is that I don’t know what Smirnov is talking about. But Freud’s technique seems helpful. It’s more explicable in the context of Hypnosis that is at the back of this all.
Well once you get inside the mind you try to create conflicts within the consciousness by introducing thoughts and emotions incompatible with the individual’s basic belief systems. (This is the normal human behavior, I learn) As the hidden parts of the consciousness are the more primary and are related to his/her personality these inner promptings would be taken as the action of their real selves. This would create commotion inside the mind (any sniggers? Come on, you can’t be terrorized by a guy named “Chasing my shadow”).
The person thus emotionally intimidated would naturally yearn for a solution for this dangerous situation inside. Then cunningly a solution is offered somewhat in line with the persons existing value system but of course subtly different in many ways.
All these of course are effected through covert mental manipulations.
The poor dumb ass embraces it and follows it through to the end acting it out and thus resolving the temporary hiatus (Hiatus?) he was facing. He would naturally be greatly relieved too. This is the case with even the finest of human beings or I hope so. When attack comes from within there is nothing one can do about it. He would not know that his character is being altered without his consent. (That’s how we create Zombies for our recreation)
Smirnov says a lot of fancy things about being careful while using the tools and to ensure that the basic character of the individual is not altered in the process. But its mere hogwash as you would learn by going through the explanations provided in the site. He was too well aware of the dangers involved in marketing these tools (That’s the novelty of the whole thing, isn’t it?).
But I must say that there is nothing new in the technique, there is only a change in the actual methods employed to alter an individual. You can’t call Hypnotism a new technique or hypnosis a new phenomenon, can you? Hardly. All old magic was concerned with it, the white, black and the indifferent. They had their own technique to fashion Zombies but as it doesn’t come within the scope of this post let us skip it. (Skipping is good, it keeps the legs strong)
It is true that to bye-pass the conscious is not as easy as some believe (Or so the site says). Both the conscious and the sub conscious have strong defensive mechanisms to guard against such attacks. The subconscious also works in the form of images rather than words (This seems to be my own contribution; I have no idea where it came from). You can’t just override the conscious and get into the subconscious by brute force.
That’s why trigger words are needed. They can be only of two kinds - those related to the instinct of survival (fear of death) and those related to the sex drive. (I find both of these are my contribution too, where does all these interesting thoughts come from I wonder? I certainly was not born with them I am afraid, as some inherently intelligent people are, they don’t need any education, they only require edification.)
Anyway I would like to emphasis it that these are the only kinds of trigger words which would do the trick. Though the site does not say it in so many words, this has to be the method employed to get at the subconscious by them. They only tell us that the first stage is to locate the trigger words of a particular individual. This is done by placing the person in front of a computer screen which plays a stream of random numbers asking them to punch a key when they feel like it.
These are not random numbers at all. Every number has a word imprinted on it (So says the site but more likely it’s an image, as my coming thoughts suggests) which could only be seen by the subconscious of the individual who is being tested. The tested individual involuntarily punches the space bar when the numbers with the words relating to his basic instincts appears on the screen. Without knowing to him or her examiners would have a complete profile of the person ready to be used when situation demands it later on.
(Hell, it’s going to be long post. I find that the thoughts have started thinning out of my head by now. May be their makers are taking a nap. I should wait till new ones come and continue later)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Searching for liberty
Honestly I have very little taste for realistic paintings and I like the impressionist sort far far better. There is something in me which rebels at the whole concept of realism. May be I can’t stand the sight of order in a chaotic world.
Also to me the real is subjective and is personal (in art), and there is no point in recreating the world with a paint brush when you can capture any number of versions of it on a camera. If you are skill full enough you can breathe life into them too. Anyway I would prefer Guernica every time to any of its realist versions.
Yet here are some realistic paintings that my brother forwarded to me. I haven’t seen the work of Iman Maleki before and do not know anything about him. He is an Iranian and maybe that’s the reason why he does only realistic paintings.
His figures seem to be in search of something. Who knows may be its freedom that they are searching for!
Also to me the real is subjective and is personal (in art), and there is no point in recreating the world with a paint brush when you can capture any number of versions of it on a camera. If you are skill full enough you can breathe life into them too. Anyway I would prefer Guernica every time to any of its realist versions.
Yet here are some realistic paintings that my brother forwarded to me. I haven’t seen the work of Iman Maleki before and do not know anything about him. He is an Iranian and maybe that’s the reason why he does only realistic paintings.
His figures seem to be in search of something. Who knows may be its freedom that they are searching for!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Bummer story
I am bad. I have hurt my perps in a bad way. Their eyes are not currently draining.Their tears have created a big river by itself. I call it the river of sorrows.
There is no bridge across this river- may be there is one across the river Kwai but this one is un-bridgable.
( Not unabridgable, well may be that too is true , sorrows can’t be abridged. They lie like a whale swept ashore by a naughty gale.
-Gigantic, infinitely portruberent, excruciatingly prominent.
Hence like James Joyce I will let it stand-
Dear word, don’t sit, stand, stand, stand)
What a bummer!( Anyway what does bummer mean?)
Well talking of rivers,
We used to have 44 rivers in the Gods own Country, we now have 45.The last one that of my perps.
It has enough water to drown the grand canyon. I don’t know where it is situated though, the canyon. Let me know if sombody has the full dope on it.
Would ya?
My guess is that Sitchin Zacharia would probably say it is in Nubiru and is being held by EN KI currently. I would only be worried if it is occupied by Ishtar, I like the babe.
She is defenitely sexy.
Sex is savvy even in a goddesses.
Well wherever it is situated, it would be filled, flooded and swept away by this river that we have. The Grand canyon that is.
I Am not content and composed ( though I have composed the above) to let the matters lie like this. Who would want to only hurt their enemies , that’s bad form man, bad form, you should eliminate them instead. Exterminate, massacre, decimate.
And that’s how its done mate. Its like mating, the agony and ecstacy of it.
Off with their fooking ( As the irish would intone)heads.
Indulge in a terrible carnage, (wasn’t even carthage pulverized). Be horrifying cannibals , create a deluge of blood. Completely destroy not partially maime, painstakingly anihilate and not simply punish.
I am not the author of these Maxims. Chanakya ( Koutilya) is. Now there was a man if there was any. He could teach wickedness to the Devil and the dark lord would be thankful too.
I can imagine their bitter faces as I am writing this. They used not to believe in god, but recently they are never out of the temples and Kuttichathan Madoms. It is not Madams ( I only know of one madam, it is kunju madam and she is a man, the fore most pious perp I have ever met in this land) but ‘Madom’ ( House, lodge , staying place or whatever)
Their Kuttichathans are good, for they seem to report every thing I do to these uprights.
They tell me openly that the times have changed, meaning of course that it is the proleteriate which is in power ( they prowl the secretariat that is).
I am not irritated. I never am.
Good game shrimps. Lets move further on.
There is no bridge across this river- may be there is one across the river Kwai but this one is un-bridgable.
( Not unabridgable, well may be that too is true , sorrows can’t be abridged. They lie like a whale swept ashore by a naughty gale.
-Gigantic, infinitely portruberent, excruciatingly prominent.
Hence like James Joyce I will let it stand-
Dear word, don’t sit, stand, stand, stand)
What a bummer!( Anyway what does bummer mean?)
Well talking of rivers,
We used to have 44 rivers in the Gods own Country, we now have 45.The last one that of my perps.
It has enough water to drown the grand canyon. I don’t know where it is situated though, the canyon. Let me know if sombody has the full dope on it.
Would ya?
My guess is that Sitchin Zacharia would probably say it is in Nubiru and is being held by EN KI currently. I would only be worried if it is occupied by Ishtar, I like the babe.
She is defenitely sexy.
Sex is savvy even in a goddesses.
Well wherever it is situated, it would be filled, flooded and swept away by this river that we have. The Grand canyon that is.
I Am not content and composed ( though I have composed the above) to let the matters lie like this. Who would want to only hurt their enemies , that’s bad form man, bad form, you should eliminate them instead. Exterminate, massacre, decimate.
And that’s how its done mate. Its like mating, the agony and ecstacy of it.
Off with their fooking ( As the irish would intone)heads.
Indulge in a terrible carnage, (wasn’t even carthage pulverized). Be horrifying cannibals , create a deluge of blood. Completely destroy not partially maime, painstakingly anihilate and not simply punish.
I am not the author of these Maxims. Chanakya ( Koutilya) is. Now there was a man if there was any. He could teach wickedness to the Devil and the dark lord would be thankful too.
I can imagine their bitter faces as I am writing this. They used not to believe in god, but recently they are never out of the temples and Kuttichathan Madoms. It is not Madams ( I only know of one madam, it is kunju madam and she is a man, the fore most pious perp I have ever met in this land) but ‘Madom’ ( House, lodge , staying place or whatever)
Their Kuttichathans are good, for they seem to report every thing I do to these uprights.
They tell me openly that the times have changed, meaning of course that it is the proleteriate which is in power ( they prowl the secretariat that is).
I am not irritated. I never am.
Good game shrimps. Lets move further on.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
When the limbs go crazy
Well I do share your remonstrations.
It is preposterous that I should be back and pitching my tent again. Pretty bad taste on my part. Yet the matter is, the moment I see a key board my fingers jump to it and start typing on their own accord.
What can one do? If there is one disease that I fear in the world that is this. I can cure it no way. I have tried everything from tying the hands behind my back to taping the fingers together with duct tape. But to no avail, type they must and suffer I must.
It is as if the fingers have a life of their own. I mean, what could anyone do if their limbs rebel against them and goes their own sweet ways?
There is this story by one of our better authors in the land. I haven’t seen him in person but have always liked his treason (Serves in the French Embassy of all places)
Interesting bloke.
But the good thing is, he didn’t merely pinch the francs, but caused occasional fracas in our literary circles by what he wrote.
Well, he doesn’t write anymore, served as the president of the writer’s academy for a while. That really took the keg out of him.
He may not write again.
Anyway back to what he wrote when he was still functioning as a human being…..
Well, in the story the protagonist is a young man, a nice, god fearing, upright young fellow. But on one fine morning he starts calling his parents by their pet names. Now it may surprise those in the west a bit, but in this land of Manu (the law maker), to call ones parents by the name is sacrilege.
The guy did not finish there. He had definite ideas on everyone around and was intend on broadcasting them all over the place.
According to him the congressmen (not the American kind, the Indian kind who belong to Mrs Gandhi’s party) were weirdoes and the stalwarts of the left were total shit heads, or something of the sort.
He was especially eloquent about it when the local party leaders were around.
Well the long and short of it is the normally taciturn boy had started saying things which would make a steel statue sweat like the weeping willows. (The weeping willows don’t cry you say. Well I told it to cry and that is that)
Anyway the boy became a bloody embarrassment to all, though most of them did not know what they were being embarrassed about.
The enlightened and decent populace could not take it anymore. There is a limit to everything.
So he was taken to a Pan Opticon (maybe it’s a porcupine or provision store or psychiatric ward, I don’t know which) and was subjected to all kinds of treatment including the electro convulsive therapy (Some say the Spanish Inquisition would have been proud of this instrument of torture, had they found it in time). But the boy remained unreformed.
The shrinks may also have become a little worried about the free discussion of their physiognomic features. Suddenly they did not want to do anything with him anymore.
Thus he was returned home quite uncured and still very much in possession of all his beans. He clanked them every now and then.
People normally had good exercise after that in the locality. They learned to sprint at a moment’s notice and scale obstacles if necessary. They also formed vigilante groups to check out whether the boy was coming anywhere near them.
As they say in the fables, prestige is not a loose thing to do without.
Well once while he was sitting on the compound wall of his home facing the alley way in front, his former teacher (A handsome, chaste and cultured lady) came that way. He jumped down directly in front of her. She saw him alight and pleaded with to him with palms coupled.
Don’t say anything horrid, my child.
Our boy looked at her keenly for a moment and asked:
Are you wearing loops now?
The lady fainted there and then and had to be medically revived.
Other than this strange trick with his tongue the boy was completely harmless in all respects. He never attacked any one physically or created any other nuisances.
After some time the local people began to say.
“If it’s the head that is sick, we could do something about it, but what could one do where the tongue has gone crazy?”
Well I don't know, perhaps the same is the matter with my fingers. They go crazy when they see a keyboard. It’s a bummer, to me as well as others. But what could I do.
I am helpless.
May be there is a finger god somewhere and I could pray to him/her/ it (Not to exclude any gender) for relief.
If anybody finds this particular himherit let me know.
It is preposterous that I should be back and pitching my tent again. Pretty bad taste on my part. Yet the matter is, the moment I see a key board my fingers jump to it and start typing on their own accord.
What can one do? If there is one disease that I fear in the world that is this. I can cure it no way. I have tried everything from tying the hands behind my back to taping the fingers together with duct tape. But to no avail, type they must and suffer I must.
It is as if the fingers have a life of their own. I mean, what could anyone do if their limbs rebel against them and goes their own sweet ways?
There is this story by one of our better authors in the land. I haven’t seen him in person but have always liked his treason (Serves in the French Embassy of all places)
Interesting bloke.
But the good thing is, he didn’t merely pinch the francs, but caused occasional fracas in our literary circles by what he wrote.
Well, he doesn’t write anymore, served as the president of the writer’s academy for a while. That really took the keg out of him.
He may not write again.
Anyway back to what he wrote when he was still functioning as a human being…..
Well, in the story the protagonist is a young man, a nice, god fearing, upright young fellow. But on one fine morning he starts calling his parents by their pet names. Now it may surprise those in the west a bit, but in this land of Manu (the law maker), to call ones parents by the name is sacrilege.
The guy did not finish there. He had definite ideas on everyone around and was intend on broadcasting them all over the place.
According to him the congressmen (not the American kind, the Indian kind who belong to Mrs Gandhi’s party) were weirdoes and the stalwarts of the left were total shit heads, or something of the sort.
He was especially eloquent about it when the local party leaders were around.
Well the long and short of it is the normally taciturn boy had started saying things which would make a steel statue sweat like the weeping willows. (The weeping willows don’t cry you say. Well I told it to cry and that is that)
Anyway the boy became a bloody embarrassment to all, though most of them did not know what they were being embarrassed about.
The enlightened and decent populace could not take it anymore. There is a limit to everything.
So he was taken to a Pan Opticon (maybe it’s a porcupine or provision store or psychiatric ward, I don’t know which) and was subjected to all kinds of treatment including the electro convulsive therapy (Some say the Spanish Inquisition would have been proud of this instrument of torture, had they found it in time). But the boy remained unreformed.
The shrinks may also have become a little worried about the free discussion of their physiognomic features. Suddenly they did not want to do anything with him anymore.
Thus he was returned home quite uncured and still very much in possession of all his beans. He clanked them every now and then.
People normally had good exercise after that in the locality. They learned to sprint at a moment’s notice and scale obstacles if necessary. They also formed vigilante groups to check out whether the boy was coming anywhere near them.
As they say in the fables, prestige is not a loose thing to do without.
Well once while he was sitting on the compound wall of his home facing the alley way in front, his former teacher (A handsome, chaste and cultured lady) came that way. He jumped down directly in front of her. She saw him alight and pleaded with to him with palms coupled.
Don’t say anything horrid, my child.
Our boy looked at her keenly for a moment and asked:
Are you wearing loops now?
The lady fainted there and then and had to be medically revived.
Other than this strange trick with his tongue the boy was completely harmless in all respects. He never attacked any one physically or created any other nuisances.
After some time the local people began to say.
“If it’s the head that is sick, we could do something about it, but what could one do where the tongue has gone crazy?”
Well I don't know, perhaps the same is the matter with my fingers. They go crazy when they see a keyboard. It’s a bummer, to me as well as others. But what could I do.
I am helpless.
May be there is a finger god somewhere and I could pray to him/her/ it (Not to exclude any gender) for relief.
If anybody finds this particular himherit let me know.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Pushing The Envelop
Did anyone miss me? No? Well no matter, who misses whom these days? Do we really care that much for each other?
Don’t think I am complaining. It’s a statement of fact. We don’t really have the time for that sort of shit, do we?
No of course not. None has. We have things to do, place to go, sights to see, people to meet. None of them is unimportant.
That keep the wolves away from the door. And that is vital.
The shrewd Indians of old knew of this. They advised:
Yaya kaya kavidha bahuannam prapnuyat.
That is “Obtain lots of grub by whatever means and methods you can.”
This grub that they speak of, it envelopes every normal activity.
Those ancient were quirky; they did not leave the matter there. They took it much, much further.
They were emphatic in stating: “ Annam Wy Brahma” (Grub is truth, God and everything)
So we can’t set the effort simply aside can we? No, not really. Not because they said it, but for it’s the truth.
Grub does matter.
But what if one has enough of grub for the time being (It never happens you say? Okay, consider it for the sake of argument then)?
We don't have anything on our hands. We are sitting with an easy conscience.
Well thats when we do ‘nothing’, and that takes up time too.
I am being very serious here. It’s no child’s play, doing nothing. It takes some practice, it takes some effort.
To me it’s a serious business. It’s the hardest of occupations. I sometimes despair of sticking to it.
Try it for a couple of hours. Just try it, you will soon find how difficult it is.
Habitually we opt for the other thing, that is, do. It’s easier than sitting still and unoccupied. The funny part is, it’s less dangerous too.
You watch the Chinese man sitting by the side of the road as if he has nothing else to do. There is a stupid and beatific smile hovering on his face.
He seems completely self satisfied.
You are disgusted. You think: There sits the “White man’s burden. He wouldn’t even shit unless told to”
All the while the man might be enveloping the whole world with his being and was even becoming the world in the process.
That takes some doing.
I say if anything is really tough this is it. May be this is why people prefer doing something else instead all the time.
In a way that’s nice too, having something to do all the time. Having something to occupy the mind, to structure time.
That’s all we could do to keep away from ennui. Fill the blank stretches of time with activity. It doesn’t matter what they are as long as they keep us occupied. There is safety in occupation. It pushes adrenaline into the system. It banishes fear for some moments. It creates oblivion.
It creates what?
-Oblivion. Haven’t you heard- something obtuse, oblong and obfuscating?
That’s rot, how could activity create oblivion, it’s the direct antithesis of oblivion. Who you trying to kid man? Don’t we need to be alert to do something, anything?
Alert to what?
To the thing, the immediate environment, to a whole lot of things.
Well, that’s oblivion.
Well then I am Idi Amin.
You don’t know how true that statement is.
Anyway joking apart, doing something pushes other things into the distance. Activity acts as a magical shield, protecting you from inner demons. But the demons may have to be faced sooner or later.
Really we run away from ourselves all the time. You now know the reason why.
While at work we are only aware of the structure that we built its nuances, its vagaries, its occasional blessings, niceties. We proudly call it life.
Structure is lifeless. It’s an imposition; it’s what some call the play of names and forms. It’s the web woven by our own misunderstanding.
Don’t call all this the antediluvian mystical crap. (It may be so, but it’s all true too).
All the time we go missing from our own lives. Some of us would never have the luck to find that in this life time. To me nothing could be sadder than that.
But none would realize that. We would still be having the personal swimming pools, the choppers for emergencies, the 52 inch Plasma/LCD TV’s, the master cards, the universal remotes.
But what exactly could be missing from our lives?
Nothing, we say promptly.
Correct that’s what is missing.
Nothing.
We wonder, what in the hell is all this talk about?
Well what indeed!
O
Don’t think I am complaining. It’s a statement of fact. We don’t really have the time for that sort of shit, do we?
No of course not. None has. We have things to do, place to go, sights to see, people to meet. None of them is unimportant.
That keep the wolves away from the door. And that is vital.
The shrewd Indians of old knew of this. They advised:
Yaya kaya kavidha bahuannam prapnuyat.
That is “Obtain lots of grub by whatever means and methods you can.”
This grub that they speak of, it envelopes every normal activity.
Those ancient were quirky; they did not leave the matter there. They took it much, much further.
They were emphatic in stating: “ Annam Wy Brahma” (Grub is truth, God and everything)
So we can’t set the effort simply aside can we? No, not really. Not because they said it, but for it’s the truth.
Grub does matter.
But what if one has enough of grub for the time being (It never happens you say? Okay, consider it for the sake of argument then)?
We don't have anything on our hands. We are sitting with an easy conscience.
Well thats when we do ‘nothing’, and that takes up time too.
I am being very serious here. It’s no child’s play, doing nothing. It takes some practice, it takes some effort.
To me it’s a serious business. It’s the hardest of occupations. I sometimes despair of sticking to it.
Try it for a couple of hours. Just try it, you will soon find how difficult it is.
Habitually we opt for the other thing, that is, do. It’s easier than sitting still and unoccupied. The funny part is, it’s less dangerous too.
You watch the Chinese man sitting by the side of the road as if he has nothing else to do. There is a stupid and beatific smile hovering on his face.
He seems completely self satisfied.
You are disgusted. You think: There sits the “White man’s burden. He wouldn’t even shit unless told to”
All the while the man might be enveloping the whole world with his being and was even becoming the world in the process.
That takes some doing.
I say if anything is really tough this is it. May be this is why people prefer doing something else instead all the time.
In a way that’s nice too, having something to do all the time. Having something to occupy the mind, to structure time.
That’s all we could do to keep away from ennui. Fill the blank stretches of time with activity. It doesn’t matter what they are as long as they keep us occupied. There is safety in occupation. It pushes adrenaline into the system. It banishes fear for some moments. It creates oblivion.
It creates what?
-Oblivion. Haven’t you heard- something obtuse, oblong and obfuscating?
That’s rot, how could activity create oblivion, it’s the direct antithesis of oblivion. Who you trying to kid man? Don’t we need to be alert to do something, anything?
Alert to what?
To the thing, the immediate environment, to a whole lot of things.
Well, that’s oblivion.
Well then I am Idi Amin.
You don’t know how true that statement is.
Anyway joking apart, doing something pushes other things into the distance. Activity acts as a magical shield, protecting you from inner demons. But the demons may have to be faced sooner or later.
Really we run away from ourselves all the time. You now know the reason why.
While at work we are only aware of the structure that we built its nuances, its vagaries, its occasional blessings, niceties. We proudly call it life.
Structure is lifeless. It’s an imposition; it’s what some call the play of names and forms. It’s the web woven by our own misunderstanding.
Don’t call all this the antediluvian mystical crap. (It may be so, but it’s all true too).
All the time we go missing from our own lives. Some of us would never have the luck to find that in this life time. To me nothing could be sadder than that.
But none would realize that. We would still be having the personal swimming pools, the choppers for emergencies, the 52 inch Plasma/LCD TV’s, the master cards, the universal remotes.
But what exactly could be missing from our lives?
Nothing, we say promptly.
Correct that’s what is missing.
Nothing.
We wonder, what in the hell is all this talk about?
Well what indeed!
O
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