Sunday, 20 August 2017

Axiom 1053 - Electrochemical Celestial Heritage



"We do not come from apes or aliens, though we have effectively been rendered as much by our own families. We come from a mother's womb of truly celestial proportions and organs."

 





Farley Mowat may well be the most accessible and intelligent stenographer, storyteller and historian of the last (twentieth) century, as evidenced by the great abhorrence his work has always managed to provoke from those trained or educated (or, more accurately, forced) to believe that the liberty of fiction were not integral and natural to the most valuable kinds of history if one were to preserve the most human wells of all of its ink (or blood), people whose sense of history (or anything) were rarely worthy of being even called fiction.

Xianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Global Warming, Evolution or the veritably ecclesiastical iconography of the "Space Satellite" nee angels for the communication that aspires to that of all strictly biological and psychological antecedents they would, tellingly, ape in order to save us from ourselves. What do they all have in common?

None of them are worthy of being called fictional.

I just saw the opening of an episode of David Suzuki's "The Nature of Things" in which Dr. Suzuki (a Canadian biologist and naturalist) regales the viewer with the prolific intricacy of plant life while the viewer is almost immediate treated to visual references to satellites, as though one were to equate the celestial dimensions of terrestrial intelligence of so prodigious orders and proportions to these, forgive, religious symbols that preside over, forgive me, a modern era that could not rightly call itself Medieval.

Since the early twentieth century, alone, dominant oil interests (Standard Oil and the Rockefeller family) have been extracting chemicals (from oil) for use in and on human food and for all medications prescribed by similar monopoly financial interests in all medicine and medical schooling (which is not allowed to cure any degenerative illness by law), all to satisfy a business plan modeled after the Machiavellian religious martial command of all human faculties. For instance, Canadian engineer Charles Nelson Pogue invented a vaporizing carburetor that would get a vehicle 200 miles per US gallon of gasoline. While Wikipedia relegates such a fact to myth, this carburetor was actually used in British Tanks in the World War II theater of northern Africa in order to dominate the German tanks (which had previously been "gassing out" the British tanks and easily eliminating them). Its effective was baffled by the addition of lead to gasoline and, when that was eliminated, ethanol. I have personally come across to apochryphal or unconfirmed stories from family of friends who report purchasing vehicles from that precise era that would run for hundreds of miles on one tank of gas, only to have the dealer swap out the engine or the entire car while in for servicing. One great uncle has accidentally been sold the showcase model.

Consider all the poisons used upon human beings. The U.S. government tested syphilis, among other hazards, upon certain Black populations of the U.S. in order to research the extent of effect (so that it would be neither too great nor too small). By an act of Congress, the U.S. military is allowed to conduct operations psychological and biological upon its own population. This was first reported to me by American journalist Naomi Wolf.

The naturally occurring chemical, BT, is bred into genetically modified foods. Bugs that eat plants with BT soon die. In humans it corrodes the lining of the intestines, precipitating a host of "modern diseases" of "unknown origin", including celiac disease. The almost immediately detrimental effects of vaccines has been known for two hundred years, always causing more illness than they solve, sold under coercion (and religion), and yet still without any citation of any controlled independent study of their safety or effectiveness, even though their own post-market research shows abysmal results. *They are patented a novel sterilization-specific compounds first used by the USGS to control horse populations and other "pests," a definition that includes human beings - or "monsters," according to Black's Law, people who cannot own or inherit property, except under some Biblical delusion.

And yet people continue to accept that such people give two pip shits about "the environment" even as their passive human inventory are all too anxious to accept, as fact, that the most critical aspect of their relationship with their whole environment is their carbon dioxide emissions, one of an endless litany of pretext to extract even more labour, captial, and brain function from endless numbers of people, a sufficient number of whom are always sufficiently convinced by the religion du jour to be able to leverage the rest, catalysts of an exothermic social reaction of predictably incendiary result. 

To bring this full circle, Farley Mowat writes in one of his autobiographical books (Prologue of "My Father's Son," 1992, Key Porter Books Ltd.) that his own father (who was a Major in the Canadian army of WWI and then a librarian) could purchase a home (by whole or by part) in two years of working back in the 1940s. Consider that a modest one-floor home of only a century ago would have cost about twenty thousand dollars at most and might have cost as little as 1000 work-hours to purchase (in whole or in part). That same house today would be (and is where I live) over three hundred thousand dollars and would cost, adjusting for inflation (another quaint financial and religious instrument that helps pave the way for all successive ecclesiastical martial instruments of a "free and civil" society, a contrived form of "perfectly natural" social, mental, and emotional erosion that makes certain that every hour that goes by every single human work-hour is worth less and everything else costs more), around thirty thousand work-hours. You do the math. And this is in a society whose goods and services are all more toxic and less substantial, more rife with detrimental effects for a society even less equipped to notice or even less interested in noticing, much less doing anything about it, for it is today and it will be tomorrow, as with any cult, even less socially advantageous or rewarding to see what you see or listen to what you hear. Brain damage.

Some people think that to breed distrust of the media or any industry or intelligence service (or school) were to take us on the road to fascism. News flash. We are not "on the road" to fascism. Fascism is all anyone has ever known. Sure. There is still a lot of factual and truthful claims made by science, media and religion. There has to be. For wherever there is still life there will always be truth. But how much and to what effect when everything and everyone has been bred to accommodate beyond all surviving brain function such an wholly barbaric corruption of every organ for communicating life for so many generations?








The brain, sex, conception (genesis), and body, Earth and Celestial Cosmos of a man are a quaternary [see Eric Dollard] intradimensional neurovascular electrochemical (alchemical) reflector (resistor), transformer, and translator of the Word (or substance and soul of living creative intelligence and its biological and psychological epics and dimensions of conception and growth across wholly symbiotic planes of here and hereafter, the inexhaustible congress and consummation of whom were reflected by every season and language of sun and moon and star) into flesh and flesh into Word at the root of the voices, stories, organs, proportions and importance of critical exchanges of all life, blood and knowledge.

Governments are Xian crosses that torture and rob our blood (every political and religious leader and plebe are forced into isomorphic and compatible simulacra of highly suggestible or "governable" pathological legerdemain or cos play in order to protect the brain from overwhelmingly informative and restorative contradictions between our native and "social" psychology and biology (between our most cherished emotional and social coordinates and their detrimental effects subsequently beyond all notice or comprehension - like children) by religious orders of warfare immortalized by every page and branch of religion and knowledge, metaphysics and history) and feign their "bleeding out" services they cannot pay for (even though they are pillaging all human wealth and psychological and biological industry and brain function to the tune of trillions of dollars a year, all capitalized by inventory - that can never "run the business" - valued at twelve billion dollars per registered birth or marriage), their Banks and financial instruments of ecclesiastical proportions "lending" some of (a pittance of) the very money (blood Heritage and electrochemical currency) they are entirely predicated upon robbing from their human livestock (a poor appellation, since we are pronounced legally dead "working stiffs" upon birth by Roman fascist military recruitment bases we laughingly call hospitals and schools) back on the provision that we pay it back at ever inflated costs in order to help them rob us (or profit) more effectively, all the while demanding our inscrutable compliance and sympathy while we quibble over false dichotomies (fascism versus anti-fascism) as bifurcated from reality as the brain stem of every three year old burgeoning adrenal junkie and duly fashionable super soldier of the salvation army under the neurochemical orders (of truly Biblical proportion, which is, strictly speaking, the only true thing about them) of invariably amniotic effective fascism that has insinuated itself into and claimed equivalence with and dwarfed every native organ importance and family of the most critical exchanges of life and knowledge.

Only look at a population that is better equipped and inclined to fantasize about "life on other planets," "a world totally destroyed and healed by internet sex, a pole shift, or the return of Jesus"(all things which I have been forced to endure listening to from the understandably if inexcusably troubled minds of highly intelligent professional people, all of them confirmed hyper- or hypo-sexual narcissistic sociopaths) than a currency system adequately courteous to or representative of the actual value of native human industry and living communication, all exported by multiplicative orders, effects, and delusions which we have subsequently lost the capacity to notice or comprehend, begging the question, "What else have we lost the ability and will to actually hear, see, and consider, even when it is imperative that we do so and almost especially because it is so imperative that we do so?"



















Sainted orders voices bordered on the promised land
Robbed the Algonquin and the Tuck* their blood to animate
The living corpse and cross of Christ the churches and the flags
Incorporated all the people worshiped Church and State
These bloodied banks and pages cranked the mints (*the measures genesis conception of the heavens and the earth) of gold and silver coins
That bled with debt and death and blame the veins of man and child
Represented by the State that tortured (*a need if not a want shared by the God of every Faith and Theory) every voice
And organ of a Family Tree to lend them back, with all the pain of Christ,
The living riches that they robbed at costs that must be borne
A labour greater than the labour of thy first estate the birth
A child for the wild fiscal seasons all the wars
That would repulse the native language Heaven and the Earth
So vascular dimensions crossed the sabres of the hosts
Of working stiffs for queen or prince the quince forbidden fruit
As dislocated from the roots of mind and body homes
That laboured under the delusions fell or speak or think, alone, the truth
That clavier the Mother-Man reduced the force and faith of ye
Who hath been smote and smitten with the tortured voice of Adam and of Eve.




*Tuckahoe (a combination of Algonquian or any number of Native American tribes), "Song of Myself," Walt Whitman, verse 6, 1892


from Psalms of Love II









The sun straddles, transforms, reflects and translates two different but wholly symbiotic dimensions, and so do we. This is why ours were the light and flesh of heaven and earth. So called "outer space" were actually another dimension - the celestial luminaries taking all their genesis (and so that of all matter on Earth) from their nearby and entirely atmospheric neurochemistry. The substance and living impulse of "the sky" were the identical substance and living impulse of every organ and proportion of our very own minds. This knowledge and its symbiosis with our family heritage (and whole brain function) has literally been shattered as much as the fabled Biblical firmament which the Bible (and all of its financial and ecclesiastical systems of cultural genocide) replaced, using inflation, among other things (including all modern cosmology and space travel religion, an awesome embellishment building upon centuries of Roman Catholicism - Ptolemy and Aristotle saw the Earth as stationary and suffused with a quintessence or ether that bore light and matter when it encounter the atmosphere of the Earth), to continually anticipate any surviving instinct to stabilize our daily routines enough to restore brain function, something I chose to quit "working" for in order to do since I was sixteen, a time when most young brains are at their most vulnerable and yet at their most alert to the lingering and impending perversions of their brain by the "education system" that is owned and operated by the Rockefeller Foundation et al. To wit, this means that the very people who ran the business (Coke vs. Pepsi) of both world wars "for our freedom" write all the text books that we send our children off to school to "learn for their own good" so that they can "earn a good living" from the most successful professional serial killers in human history.

(We do not come from apes or aliens, though we have effectively been rendered as much by our own families. We come from a mother's womb of truly celestial proportions and organs.)

My purpose in and concept of life is by turns enthralling and disgusting, awesome and incomprehensible to whomever I should find myself inclined or forced to describe it to. Hence, the combined and as often interchangeable advantage and danger of doing so

I come from a Satanic (Goat) heritage of incredible strength demonized by every occult and formal church on Earth.

And so do you.

All it takes is the courage to observe your whole environment and find its only socially-redeeming quality (whatever its presumed utility) to be how detrimental it would be to your whole life and that of your whole family.

Note:

Only in a death, debt or sex cult does utility necessarily equate with legitimacy. 

Gods, like stars and planets, are actually organs of the brain's intracranial and vascular fluid and atmosphere sharing, in an oroboros fashion, the quaternary electrical poles of our throne (pelvis) and crown of stars, of the seasons of the year and every sphere of the atmosphere.






Food like that perfumed the very memories that dwell
Exotic beasts unbidden and forbidden dreams aroused by clouds unknown
The winds perchance to touch the lips exhumed like Spring the realm
That wintered since that constellation of our blood and soul
Composed out of the throws of life and time the balms that surge
Out of the roiling boughs and organs of the flesh and blood
Concentric and electric spheres of Heaven and the Word
Come every flesh and breath and letter life and death and Moon and Sun
Their reaches lay beyond the grave the impulse tides and stars
Unfolding parchment (supernal nerves and fascia) of the seasons organs of the brain
Crossed like the gods the threshold bonds of life and death the far
Horizon of the intersection Heaven and the Earth
The birth of Sun and Moon and Star the leagues of endless space
Informing like the darkest loam the roots and seeds the Word
The genesis the peerless fruit the substance of the rays
That fell like Satan to the earth to warm these fields of light
And food that grew these boughs perfumed these virgin bodies rose from throws and globes of boundless night.




F.O.O.C.I.

Family Of Our Creative Intelligence.

U.T.E.R.U.S.

Ultra-Terrestrial Electro-Reflective Umbilical pSyche



Axiom 1050 - The Body, Mind, Mother, God















Saturday, 19 August 2017

Axiom 1052 - Catastrophic Poetry (My version of the Epic)




This work takes its place in the genre of the epic or monumental romantic style that of a long narrative story (or epic) of, as the name suggests, an epic comprehension of the wholly reciprocal symbiosis of Man and Cosmos (subject and object, biology and psychology, progenitor and speaker, of organs and proportions of all living creative intelligence) and, in this, advanced by turning the entire career of oral history (or any epic history) upon the regeneration or restoration of the roots and the articulation of the family tree (the human body and its whole conception, epics of growth alternately nourished or repulsed, stimulated or overwhelmed to the point of forcing the organs of mind to resort to a biochemical dictatorship in league with the surviving "mind" it alternately protects and dictates from out of the underworld of the repressed voice and voices of the organs, joints, and epics of all human experience of all members of every generation of our families, leaving a mind beset by the uncontrollable and largely unconscious impulse - shared by the society of its genesis or repression - to predicate its every claim upon forward motion or salvation upon maintaining this trauma-based division or "that sleep of death" for the sake of every surviving syntax and parameter of a biological and social survival (love and hate) made or rendered effectively equivalent in favour of the latter beyond all subsequent and commensurate notice or comprehension, an as though "corporate" reflex nourished by ever widening lapses if advances in the divergence of body and mind, reason and coherence, impulse and comprehension, normal and dislocated brain function) and its symbiosis with as the fundamental lodestone of all credible measures of wealth, health, song, and knowledge, the relationship of a family to their whole history and environment to each their own satisfaction.



See

Psalms of Love II

Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell





Crescent the unbounded blue that helm's enchanted and embowered ship
Slips through the charnel gardens of the sea and stars the fruit
We cannot eat without their leagues infernal, cannot pick
Their prescient and celestial song and knowledge (god and goddess) sans consulting with the womb
Our mother nature were sustained and taken up by each
Successive epic (letter) the conception, sleep, and transformation of
These organs and proportions growing knowing letters, branches, memories
Heave every mantle of the mind the tines of body, mind and blood
That draw the stars out of the sky the Spring out of the corpse
Of Winter glistens with the whisper of electric and celestial flesh
The genesis the word and body Heaven and the Earth that forms
Upon the nadir and the zenith all their confidence
This Kingdom Come this Will be done the Genius that dotes
Upon the Body of a Child even as the liens
Upon their Body shall contrive and thus indict the whole
Dictation of those wars sustained aborting all their needs
These seeds were planted even in the barren places and
Sprout forth a voice the wilderness the wilderness the bane
Or boon the cradle of the womb corruptions of the Mother and the Man
Divided from the restoration of the human family the brain
Sat on the throne the blood and bone of earth and sea and tree and sky
The stones and stories voices loosed from their cocoon their Mother Nature's fertile crescent, even as they cry.











Life is the Book that you have to keep reading and writing (spelling and dissembling, eating and shitting) whether you want to do so or not.




Gold - and not the golden brick that pricks the human heart
But gild as builds the temple as ephemeral as crowned
By strength of bonds of Man and gods celestial who start
The flesh and bone of home and body raucous every bound
That would inter and resurrect the crest that lets its shield
Sustain like races of the Sun and Moon embraces every war
Upon the voices of the Tree of Knowledge that concealed
From every set of eyes but those whose Paradise was born
When they were born a mother, father, child of the throne
The roiling ocean all we know and doubt ourselves the crucible the forge
That Lords over the wars upon the voice of Man and Family the Home
A chalice spills the blood that runs through every drop that poured
Through every cloud and mountain, dusk and dawn that yawned the grave or breast
The countenance that in the cloud and mountain first resolved
The face the incarnation of the living Word the Flesh
A Mother, Man's or Mountain's beauty learned of that assault
Dimensions, measures, golden treasures set upon by weak
And hungry hearts who lost the stars the candles of the face
Who would dissemble, breathe, and spell the lips of every league
The genesis that temple sunk into the human brain's
First confluence the rivers Once upon a time as set upon
By dogs and gods of war or peace the Tree of Life and Death
Sustained the strength and living riches still converts the wan
And sanguine scriptures all religions sickened unto ends
That opened like unbroken gates that would reveal themselves
A sovereign country of the soul, emotion as instinct
The confluence of every nerve of human birth a wealth
Of restitution held as fast as peoples used to think
With all their mind and body symbiotic with the Tree
The mutual conception all the bonds of life and knowledge - family.













Friday, 18 August 2017

Axiom 1051 - Body as Tree of Life and Death (and Knowledge: voice and story)



Life is the Book that you have to keep reading and writing (spelling and dissembling, eating and shitting) whether you want to do so or not.






The main function of life is the communication of life. 

All our life begins where all our body and mind begins, sustaining the force and story of every epic and organ of body and mind going back through the voices of all our joints, organs, mothers, fathers and indeed the entire genesis and extent of all their conception, life and death a wealth known today mostly by the sheer amount and sophistication of effort expended in order to relieve us of it by our own surviving psychological and biological industry and liberty, such as it is. 

Our body is the first estate of the Tree of Life, Death, Knowledge, Voice and Story.

And our body is primarily concerned with the communication of life through our families and all of their organs of  mind and body and, by extent, that of all life.

Note that the organs and nerves of our body supply us (or would) with as much living creative intelligence (life) as would the epics of prenatal and infant development (across all the generations) that are sustained by the whole function of all the organs and voices of our Body and Family, our whole family and so our whole mind that of the growth, substance and soul of the currents of all matter and energy in what amounts to an amniotic system of living blood that finds its intersection, genesis and consummation (or apotheosis) in that of the entire emotional, physical and mental history and experience of any given individual and that of their entire family (or Mother) heritage.

Regardless of the difficulty of the logistics of civilization the fact (backed up by clinical psychology) is that any neglect of a child's consistent safety and moderate daily stimulation of their physical, emotional and mental organs will precipitate biomechanical changes that will exert (as with any cult or addiction that attends the results of any society or family that would for any reason permit this however narcotic and narcoleptic brain damage to happen) a corrupting if imperative influence over the entire remaining sense of self and self-determination, over all faculties of thought, feeling, locomotion and perception. This is tantamount to the voice (that of a whole child or whole mind) of any consequent disillusionment, sadness, or tribal isolation being aborted to a kind of limbo that will be attended by chemical systems of pain management (pain being any overwhelming torrent of living information, much as an arterial spray or the screams of torture) that must come to dictate the surviving sense of self in ways that happen to be wholly symbiotic with the logistical challenges and instruments of civilization or society as a whole that of the "working stiff" whose dislocated brain function (Dr. Arthur Janov) and so coordination with one's entire Tree of Life and Knowledge (endocrine system of the whole family heritage and mother tongue of celestial proportions, of every way that life would talk to a child and a child to life) that must exact from everyone drawn into that personality's proximity (be that the personality of an individual, a family, a cult or society as a whole) a kind of tax or sacrifice on the order of a tribute of one's every story and epic of native prospect of whole brain development or of sexual, ethical, mental and emotional coordination, development, communication and transformation, of one's very mind as reflected by lurid stories of brain-eating armies of the living dead.



Also See

Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell

Axiom 1049 - Pass On Your Mind







Joy of colours near and far chimera of so vast
A wild as the whole supernal ocean of our lives
By turns enthralling and beguiling something of a mask
Revealing and concealing epics of the fabled Paradise
A tree of life and death and knowledge organs, epics, and proportions voices all our birth
And transformation that would draw us altogether lays
Of days gone by and pain as orphaned as rewarded hurts
Compounded robbed like treasure from the treasures temples of our brains
The intersection the conception body, mind, and soul
First laboured all that we would labour leagues of life and limb
These trunks as rooted in the blood as veins that made our homes
As nourishing or not as gods and all their seraphim
Condemned to heaven or to hell the body and the tree
Of life and knowledge rivers nerves and verses all that can
Inform (Restore) our whole communication with our family
The Body and the Language of a Mother if of Man
A marriage quite as epic as our churches will impute
To every branch of voice and story that commands the voice
And story as subordinated to incorporated by the roots
A tree of knowledge, life, and death both suffers and enjoys
A sleep perchance to dream in death that hath escaped the force
The epics, organs, and proportions voices children given up by birth or breath or church or schooling to their wars.




From Psalms of Love II - A Living Poetry





This work takes its place in the genre of the epic or monumental romantic style that of a long narrative story (or epic) of, as the name suggests, an epic comprehension of the wholly reciprocal symbiosis of Man and Cosmos (subject and object, biology and psychology, progenitor and speaker, of organs and proportions of all living creative intelligence) and, in this, advanced by turning the entire career of oral history (or any epic history) upon the regeneration or restoration of the roots and the articulation of the family tree (the human body and its whole conception, epics of growth alternately nourished or repulsed, stimulated or overwhelmed to the point of forcing the organs of mind to resort to a biochemical dictatorship in league with the surviving "mind" it alternately protects and dictates from out of the underworld of the repressed voice and voices of the organs, joints, and epics of all human experience of all members of every generation of our families, leaving a mind beset by the uncontrollable and largely unconscious impulse - shared by the society of its genesis or repression - to predicate its every claim upon forward motion or salvation upon maintaining this trauma-based division or "that sleep of death" for the sake of every surviving syntax and parameter of a biological and social survival (love and hate) made or rendered effectively equivalent in favour of the latter beyond all subsequent and commensurate notice or comprehension, an as though "corporate" reflex nourished by ever widening lapses if advances in the divergence of body and mind, reason and coherence, impulse and comprehension, normal and dislocated brain function) and its symbiosis with as the fundamental lodestone of all credible measures of wealth, health, song, and knowledge, the relationship of a family to their whole history and environment to each their own satisfaction.





Crescent the unbounded blue that helm's enchanted and embowered ship
Slips through the charnel gardens of the sea and stars the fruit
We cannot eat without their leagues infernal, cannot pick
Their prescient and celestial song and knowledge (god and goddess) sans consulting with the womb
Our mother nature were sustained and taken up by each
Successive epic (letter) the conception, sleep, and transformation of
These organs and proportions growing knowing letters, branches, memories
Heave every mantle of the mind the tines of body, mind and blood
That draw the stars out of the sky the Spring out of the corpse
Of Winter glistens with the whisper of electric and celestial flesh
The genesis the word and body Heaven and the Earth that forms
Upon the nadir and the zenith all their confidence
This Kingdom Come this Will be done the Genius that dotes
Upon the Body of a Child even as the liens
Upon their Body shall contrive and thus indict the whole
Dictation of those wars sustained aborting all their needs
These seeds were planted even in the barren places and
Sprout forth a voice the wilderness the wilderness the bane
Or boon the cradle of the womb corruptions of the Mother and the Man
Divided from the restoration of the human family the brain
Sat on the throne the blood and bone of earth and sea and tree and sky
The stones and stories voices loosed from their cocoon their Mother Nature's fertile crescent, even as they cry.

 









Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Axiom 1050 - The Body, Mind, Mother, God



Taken from


- From Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell






Somewhere in the great hot amniotic and celestial fusion plasma of it all lay the most perfectly fertile thought right now - if a mere thought bore the whole weight (or substance) of the greatest possible temple of Man's most holy Family in life, memory, heaven, hell and forever, wherever or whatever or what combination of living thoughts (organs and currents of one's whole growth, substance and soul, or soul of our soul) that is, or was, or would be though a mother and father to Man, Man's whole family retreating or invading from and throughout its leagues of war and peace for something less insane if more courageous than that even.

Cease, brother!

Cease, sister!

The king and queen who command such things with their most fitful cries is safer and wiser than that. Even your most honestly come by injuries to whole brain function are wiser than that, for they lay at the very fountainhead of all disease, distress and so every receptor site for its inscrutable capacity to restore or exalt the very lapses in and dislocations of whole brain function it suffers from at your leisure, Majesty, Animal of the great wonder and wonders of the world, from a shimmer in an alpine stream to a twinkle in the eyes of our mothers from before this world, itself, was born from more war and destruction than, dare we say, was ever all that good for we who shall never recover from it if by recover we mean to accommodate its most virulent insults to human intelligence, however socially expedient they may be.





Do you want to read my mind?

I want to read yours all day long, especially if I am related to you. I may never succeed. I hope I cannot. But it is well worth making the attempt without condemning any of us to misery.

How many people cast lots of far greater faith at far greater costs than this in the "modern world?"

"Hey. My sun rose; my moon is half empty and a deer was just eaten by a grizzly bear. I really don't know why or if I created that. Just seems to be my nature.

"Where do I really come from? And why has that question not occurred to me before? Does it occur to my children?"

F.O.O.C.I.

Family Of Our Creative Intelligence.

U.T.E.R.U.S.

Ultra-Terrestrial Electro-Reflective Umbilical pSyche



- Also See

Axiom 1053 - Electrochemical Celestial Heritage








My Sacred Life is like a Stone.....




I missed my family.

I will always miss them.

I lived two lives at once.

One with a family even though I did not have them (or they me).

And one without a family, even though I had one.

And over many years they bled more and more into one another to the effect of resurrecting or being resurrected (like the dawn or the spring or the night and stars of autumn) by the celestial biology of my Mother Heritage, my Blood and particularly the organs as much of my body as the entire genesis of my body through various critical stages in the formation of my mind, that of every genesis and every factor attending or precipitating the genesis of my body and thus of my ability to retain sufficient living intelligence from its symbiotic equivalence with and separation from that of my Mother (or God), the intersection or equation of the two (that of Mother and God, Body and Mind) fundamental to the restoration of whole (family) brain function.


Video: Body and Mind: https://youtu.be/QcQ7mobwfiI


Appendix to

Maybe it's Maybelline
https://youtu.be/G6xHwnigIhg




Taken from


- From Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell





The Dark Tower



Seen it holds thee in its body towers to the stars
That seem to glimmer in its shadow were envisioned They
Who had like nature hast to grow to make a home for hearts
That will be tried like ne'er before if even just to say
"We are the heirs of everywhere the Sun doth shine, the Moon
Who looks with adoration on the face of Man that bleeds
Like night into the day the way that flesh and memory so soon
Attract this ship the whole eclipse the language all our needs
Survived the early darkness and the songs of griefs and joys
That live upon a fleeting moment only touched the lips
The winds would fill the sails and the wales of the voice
That knows as soon as it is spoken all that grows and lives..."
Our friends hath fall'n away into the far horizon we
Hath whet the sabres of our natures tortured as the cleft
And cradle of the ladle in the sky the Ocean and the Family
Of song and knowledge bought and sold by slaves to hopelessness
So leans the Tower into rough and bloodied minds who hear
What will protect them from the stories (the "Revelation of the Method") everybody tells
To keep themselves from all they feel and all they truly fear
About the scales of that loss that robbed as it were robbed and lost from God Himself
Their brain, their labour, and their birth some unrequited blood
Imagined by its strongest trees and spoken by their fruits
To no one in particular the smiling, confident, and dumb
Descendants of the transformation of the cradle and the wombs
From whence these branches, leaves, and pages written earth and sky
Which was the firmament that trailed (the Placenta) from the birth of Man
The Body and the Min of gods deprived of lands, of bodies, minds, and mouths
Who would travail over the corpse, or so it seems, of thee and thine
By every nerve of Earth and Heaven everything that sounds
The song and knowledge god and goddess wrecked but ne'er destroyed
That Tower yawned out of its bones and stones and blood the very substance it enjoys.











The Philosopher's Stone



Part 1:




A sword were buried in its mother tongues of wood and stone
A child's claim upon the throne of nature and the Tree
Of life the pages and the ages of its Book and Bone
That groans under the weight first named and graced with all the rays of spring and winter its First Family
That cradled like our blood and bone the whole of all we held
As sacred as important as a mother to a child
Or a child to a mother whom a god themselves
Appreciated much as his own blood so good, so beautiful, so wonderful and wylde
Lived and spoken with the Soul and Substance (EA) all the Earth
And sky we pointed with the mind that shared with they their blood
If any measure were a measure of importance, prominence, or words
That wound their way into our brains the rains our mothers, fathers, life, and lust
As pregnant with the morning of the day as of the slight
A wisp of wind upon the lips of leagues of creatures day and night.









Part 2:



A science certain as the substance nature and the mind
That lives as much upon the lips of churches as the sex
Related as a flower to the sun to thee and thine,
So pick ye rosebuds where ye may and give thy children rest
Under the temples of the stars the darkest clouds or boughs of trees
Which speak as well as we would speak to bonds of all we know
This living book the song and science of inviolate bodies, minds, and families
Who serve in heaven or in hell for all they sell or spell their home
So changeable as were the wealth of gods or demons dreamed
Of helping good and evil bend into the perfect cross
To ornament the very language of its genesis that means
To take the heritage and mind and give its wild bombs
Intoxicate the brain with knowledge sates one's hunger with
The blunting of its very sword that crowned and found a mother's lips.












Axiom 1049 - Pass On Your Mind


A forest can tell us that our family mind was robbed from us in war-like circumstances, which is why it is so hard for families to really talk to and care for one another (which is the same thing, truth be told).

A forest has much (because a family does) of what we really need right now - each other.

The only question is How.

And the answer to that is simple:

Honour Thy Family Tree. Honour Thyself.

This is one of the oldest truths of Man.





Pass on your whole mind to your sons and daughters,

For They are passing their whole mind on to you, for they are the closest things we have to the very first Mother and Father (Son and Daughter) or even echoes of our own Mind and Theirs through all the spheres and bellows of Heaven and Earth, Mother, Father, Child. 



- From Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell




And, if you needed any other reason, you are going to pass on Everything to them (and they to you) in any case.


We (all the Ancestors of Father and Mother Goddess and God - a reference to the celestial biology of native human brain and hormonal function) want to pass on our whole Mind.

And this has been made more difficult than it should be.

But we can still do it.

Pray you have the time to do so, what with all our "Honest Work," to build the only Church our whole family (or Mind) should ever need. 





Somewhere in the great hot amniotic and celestial fusion plasma of it all lay the most perfectly fertile thought right now - if a mere thought bore the whole weight (or substance) of the greatest possible temple of Man's most holy Family in life, memory, heaven, hell and forever, wherever or whatever or what combination of living thoughts (organs and currents of one's whole growth, substance and soul, or soul of our soul) that is, or was, or would be though a mother and father to Man, Man's whole family retreating or invading from and throughout its leagues of war and peace for something less insane if more courageous than that even.

Cease, brother!

Cease, sister!

The king and queen who command such things with their most fitful cries is safer and wiser than that. Even your most honestly come by injuries to whole brain function are wiser than that, for they lay at the very fountainhead of all disease, distress and so every receptor site for its inscrutable capacity to restore or exalt the very lapses in and dislocations of whole brain function it suffers from at your leisure, Majesty, Animal of the great wonder and wonders of the world, from a shimmer in an alpine stream to a twinkle in the eyes of our mothers from before this world, itself, was born from more war and destruction than, dare we say, was ever all that good for we who shall never recover from it if by recover we mean to accommodate its most virulent insults to human intelligence, however socially expedient they may be.





Do you want to read my mind?

I want to read yours all day long, especially if I am related to you. I may never succeed. I hope I cannot. But it is well worth making the attempt without condemning any of us to misery.

How many people cast lots of far greater faith at far greater costs than this in the "modern world?"

"Hey. My sun rose; my moon is half empty and a deer was just eaten by a grizzly bear. I really don't know why or if I created that. Just seems to be my nature.

"Where do I really come from? And why has that question not occurred to me before? Does it occur to my children?"

F.O.O.C.I.

Family Of Our Creative Intelligence.

U.T.E.R.U.S.

Ultra-Terrestrial Electro-Reflective Umbilical pSyche








My Sacred Life is like a Stone.....




I missed my family.

I will always miss them.

I lived two lives at once.

One with a family even though I did not have them (or they me).

And one without a family, even though I had one.

And over many years they bled more and more into one another to the effect of resurrecting or being resurrected (like the dawn or the spring or the night and stars of autumn) by the celestial biology of my Mother Heritage, my Blood and particularly the organs as much of my body as the entire genesis of my body through various critical stages in the formation of my mind, that of every genesis and every factor attending or precipitating the genesis of my body and thus of my ability to retain sufficient living intelligence from its symbiotic equivalence with and separation from that of my Mother (or God), the intersection or equation of the two (that of Mother and God, Body and Mind) fundamental to the restoration of whole (family) brain function.


Video: Body and Mind: https://youtu.be/QcQ7mobwfiI


Appendix to

Maybe it's Maybelline
https://youtu.be/G6xHwnigIhg













Axiom 1048 - Brain Damage - Beliefs Neither Necessarily Right Nor Wrong


Beliefs are neither necessarily right nor wrong. 

This is the most rudimentary principle of a mental and emotional social hygiene that is itself as rudimentary as bathing.

When people equate the fact of one's belief with a necessarily true fact (a belief can be used and often is to make call kinds of things support one's belief as though beyond all refutation) then they will lose the ability to treat or use informative or restorative things and facts as though informative or restorative in a mental and social landscape that no longer views the problematic genesis of one's beliefs (or its psychotic equations of fact and fiction or of that which is not necessarily true or false with that which is necessarily true or false) as all that problematic.

We will invariably and often encounter behaviour and thinking that is indicative of brain damage that makes discourtesy, dishonesty, malice and lapses in comprehension skills functionally and effectively equivalent, so much so that brain damage can be observed to lay at the root (and that at even deeper roots) of explicit scenes of human violence, most of whose kissing cousins are not thought of as violent insults to human intelligence if ever any other violence could exist or persist for long by most ostensibly well educated or spiritual people, which strongly suggests that terms like educated or spiritual double as euphemisms for stupid and cruel.

A lack of reason can feel or amount to an act of malice. If we trace the biological impression of malice to brain damage, then we have a basis besides mere logical expedience (it is never a good idea to argue with someone who has brain damage, which is the only reason people would do or believe such stupid things) to appreciate the value of restraint when confronted by any sign (as of malicious incompetence or forethought) of behaviour (or lapses in behaviour, courtesy or reason, environmental awareness or any proportional ethical imperatives) that are indicative of brain damage.




From

Axiom 1047 - Trees of Heaven and Hell:



There are two ways of looking at the world:

1. The world is exactly the way it should be, come all what may. Therefore, there is no necessary reason for any ethical circumspection as to the origin or extent of "unnecessary" violence, since all violence or suffering is deemed effectively necessary or inevitable. e.g. If the xian christ as "meant to die" and his public torture, humiliation, and execution is of such inestimable value to the fate and life of all human beings forever, then everyone who incited or exacted his punishment (or any of the "Fall of Man") is, likewise, holy and inestimable in value next to God Himself. Such is a mind (and life) that is so capable of accommodating or incorporating Everything into it that it is possible to abstain from subjecting or be so rendered unable and unwilling to subject any chain of cause and effect to proportional moral and critical scrutiny that commends one to any primary agency (be "free of the past" and so of any very considerable power over your future, in order to be "the creator of your life"(Bertrand Russell) - even though what you create cannot, logically speaking, be yourself, since it is necessarily separate from if not wholly divested of yourself), so that such "beatific" and often religious forbearance and magnanimity as often commits the most "religious" act of violence, the removal from or withholding of any strictly human agency, an agency which is necessary as our abstract faculties (baffled as they are by beliefs predicated upon absolving oneself of one's humanity and critical distinctions between what is necessarily true or false and what is not necessarily true or false) for performing even rudimentary ethical and social reasoning, the dearth of which as often owes itself to brain damage as to malicious intent, either of which can often be surfeited out by even minor lapses in common courtesy - lapses which, therefore, often result in violence where one is unable to tolerate the range and extent of human brain damage among every class and creed, profession and breeding, among every religion and science.

2. Things happen in the world that should not happen.

Therefore, we are obliged to ask and answer, Why do things happen that should not happen?

The second note is more logical, especially since no. 1. is, logically speaking, not even nearly necessarily true.








Comments from


My Family Beliefs

https://youtu.be/TYb7GWPDy1o






Panth Mantheon
What advise would you give to a person like me? I am in the last year of highschool and I'm expected to go to university, find a job, grow miserable and die. How can I function, feed and persevere myself while breaking away from this neurotic and psychotic cult? I'm turning 18 in a few days and I already feel the burden of the world upon me, including the insults that my ancestors have endured. It's a cry out for help.




Rayn Gryphon
Hello good sir, Always nice to hear from you.


You always flatter my channel by being so intelligent and forthright (which might as well be the same thing).

This is a good place for me to say that any cult can convince us how bad the world is. In this regard or to this extent neither you nor I have accomplished anything terribly original or even necessarily useful. I respect Man's intelligence by assuming that it will be as useful as one determines it to be for oneself. Personally, I think anything that, right or wrong, gets us to be more aware of our environment is a good thing in any but the most delusional religion.

That is fair enough. It is a good thing to be as aware as possible of one's whole environment and so the whole provenance of one's mind, which is the only tool we have to learn from or converse with our entire environment - and that in itself sustains an odyssey of provenance of truly Biblical proportions organs more or less equal to the task that is foisted upon us before we have even learned to speak or feel anything in terms of inner words.

Some people are inclined (I would think subsequently) to believe that this is just how life is. As fair a statement or declaration as that may be, it suffers as much if not more vulnerabilities to everything we would protect ourselves from than the idea or assumption that not everything is as it should be, however and even especially because it is ubiquitous or usual or seemingly unassailable or because, in turn, our brains are so incredibly good at accommodating any and all insults to our intelligence in exchange for the propensity to do the same and equate all the negative results to how "life is meant to be, whether we like it or not." Hence my definition of psychotic.

I am personally uncomfortable with the first of the two assumptions I just listed, however useful or socially expedient it may prove for a brain that will as likely equate it with pure logic and ethics as polluting one's own air supply with the convenience of rapid transport.

Our ability to accommodate insults to our intelligence can as well commend our good fortune to be born in a modern era (or to quibble about its incomprehensible and so unaccountably harmful logistics, none of which is ever its fault or that of any of its Gods or confessors of Gods) as impugn any world that would force us to make so much that is abnormal (or can at least be surmised to be so for a human brain before it even learns to speak, much less exert any very significant force of body, mind or will over its own destiny and development) into something necessarily "the way life is" or even of the first order of normal.

Very little of human civilization is strictly or necessarily normal, not the least of which being any of the citadels of medicine, knowledge, or education, little of which is ever so much as even remotely related to its martial orders, arms and corporate mandates (rules of military engagement that we loosely call a religion, a science, a history, a cosmos, or a culture) and indeed their effective monopoly upon all their constituent human organs, voices, and stories of the communication of life through singularities or vortices relating to or losing relation to the epics of human brain conception and development enveloped by "the world" with a confidence that is distinctly threatening to one's confidence if by confidence we mean to suggest the most liberal communication of all of the parts of our minds, lives and family histories with themselves and their whole origin, function and environment.

Which is to say that if we scrutinize all the assumptions with which our brains are invariably enmeshed, few if any of them will hold up.

But this does not mean that they are Necessarily Wrong.

That would be fallacy by hypocrisy at least.

My only strictly logical refutation of society is that it is not necessarily right.

As for my own life, one in which I too keenly felt the pull of demands that defied my personal sense of autonomy and integrity (sense and reason), nothing I ever did or did not do or believe has ever made me terribly confident that I could recommend anything to anyone.

This may well seem to contradict the manner with which I typically address my audience (among whom includes my prospective children or other kindred spirits), and it does.

Caution is the byword of my work.

It is caution that has kept me in good stead when nothing and no one else would.

So I cannot caution you against one thing or commend you to another.

I dare say you have more wits about you than I ever did, and that is not false humility or frivolous exaggeration.

Please let's keep up this dialog.

Even today I added more thoughts in my daily vlog, which will not appear for some days still.

But you can bet I will be thinking about your plea very carefully.

Thank you and No this is not my final thought on the matter. 

P.S. Don't burn any bridges unless you yourself decide that it is in your best interest to do so or it is absolutely imperative that you do so. And the great thing about that, if anything at all, is that it is usually pretty clear by the time you would burn a bridge.