Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Free Writing Session


4:29 

The numinous grey cloud choked the sky out of existence and lay a film of speckled ash upon the face of never never land. At least, that seemed the idea behind waking up with a hangover and reaching for the marijuana cigarette at what deigned to look like a morning but could have really been the endless grey winter that threatened but never actually made good on its promise to give birth to spring - or, alternately, to find Spring's sweet rosette pussy and plough it like a fallow field ripe with possibilities for, among other things, heat and the incomparable scent of daffodils that can, it must be said, charm even the coldest heart. 

4:31 

Never in my life had I ever abused myself with such violence. 

It was like all my former assignations had returned to tease from my body the hoped for satisfaction, the elusive bodily fluids that had heretofore escaped their palette. And I was their willing vessel, their sex god. Mine were only to unleash the unrequited frustration of some many years upon their waiting feminine flesh. If only they were here to enjoy it. 

4:33 

Crisp as morning air upon the lungs. Clear as the break of day from a still night in a remote countryside, the soft neighing of horses, the bark of a dog (one to another) and then the cry of the rooster sounding its own prayer from its own minaret, calling man to that impulse with which all life unfolds - sex. 

4:34 

Terrible as it may sound, I have never had a moment's thought for people who sleep under bridges or, for that matter, people who live lives of tireless devotion to wealth and society. Even movies fail to garner that much consideration for either, as though either were of a constellation of tastes, needs and hopes that utterly escaped even my imagination, one that had suffice to sate every thirst for travel and adventure that most everyone else had ever had, and so much so that it was rare to find anyone who could quite understand (or even wished to) my uncanny penchant for remaining quite unmoved by the advent of international flight, the passport or the perennial fetid charm of the hostel.

4:37

Last but not least was the tandem team of memories present and past competing for my affection. Memories were all dead, if you really thought about. They were ghosts that walked the earth by the ineffable light of one's own unrequited longings, things that might have been called romantic by some, I suppose, but which really constituted an entire faculty of perception and experience that bled like every fountain of the ingress of time into and beyond every bound of senses five, invigorating, sobering, inspiring, sorrowful, drawing out vision and sadness in equal measure and these of the predawn hour of some genesis only yet in its infancy, waiting like a fair maiden to be ravaged by the rooster and the crow, the hungry jowls of sleepless mouths at night opening and closing upon the faint premonition or portent of the very substance of life, a vanilla scented skin that parted for every deep thrust of malice, kindness and, ultimately, preternatural communion that one could summon (and must) though a payer from the Stygian volcanic lair of Satan himself.

4:41

I lied.








Tuesday, 21 March 2017

The Book of Life - A Living School


Sex was in the beginning with the Great Mother and the Spirit of God. In the beginning were they and their entangled union with one another, like sun and moon, earth and cloud, day and night, continuity and transformation of memory and story, life and being.

The last universal holy scripture were the seasons of the year. And they spoke every organ unto itself and each to all with a truth and beauty set among all the stars at night or in the twinkle of dew on a summer morning, or in the frost on a winter's eve.

And dark and grey was that organic story. And light and gay.

Brooding was that crucible of life, immaculate and triumphal as Spring.

All the gods uttered forth words of this nature - or tried to, battling it seemed every day with the night and every night with the day, the screams of a child to the vast unknown that loomed over them like all their future life, stark and unbidden as too much reality and not enough imagination, or fancy's prancing ponies run roughshod over a scriptural ecosystem as delicate as a river though a mountain valley and quite as indomitable as one can be when one walks not only across a human lifetime but across thousands of turnings of the wheel of the year a chariot of some considerable girth, purpose and gleam that could only be seen with the purest of minds, the most courageous of hearts or the hungriest of appetites for the lusty folds of song and knowledge in which were bound the memories of the world like the letters of a living dream and so one as easily fled from sight upon the light of common day.

So did the first Mother and the Spirit of God dwell in the darkness of their sex and in the sex of the darkness of one another, a darkness that would encroach upon every mind in its time and threaten to put you out or give you the longed for birth of a heart or of a star that could sound the very depths and reaches of the very body in whom it sat, everlasting impulse, never ending story, womb and tomb, body and soul, limbs clung together and flung apart, sports of stories and voices which rehearsed the lives of mortal Man just as Man gave voice to his Mother and Father divine (together in every limb unto every distance engulfed them, every league from whence they alternately chased, mourned and found one another in the pages of their lives and in the faces of their very minds and in the warmth of their most ineffable congress, in the heat of their most fleeting if unceasing love heaving unto the birth of all the stars in the sky and taken up by the song and knowledge of all the seasons of the world).

For all that is born together will continue forever together in one form or another. The very screams of hell were the sounds of that Body who would accommodate the growing passions of its blood and indeed every element of nature in whom it took its mother tongue, its rest and its nourishment, its respiration and elimination, its creation and will before all that lay within its commanding radiance, respiration and desires winds over tall grasses scattering like the laughter or the play of young children into the twinkle of a smile that passed across the face of eternity emerging, forming and dissolving like the clouds of an amniotic ether the face or faces of our Great Mother and the Spirit of God.

Time, mind, desire, pain, sorrow, crippling betrayal, disappointment, lovelessness, hope and peace. These are the bones of the world. And their tears are the blood of the ages. And every river of every cloud and mountain runs with these tears or stands before the sounding organs of that love and that life from whence they spring, everlasting to everlasting, gasping, laughing, murmurs of sleepless mouths at night and the trembling hand of the poet's ink that like the entire expanse of night feels the curve of the Earth (of our birth together in the arms of all that is good and true, eyes gleaming like stars for the beating of those hearts with ours) and whets Her titanic bellows and His with the purest nectar of inspiration that communion so dearly to be wished even as one's very life and heart speeds beneath its almost merciless reign dawn to dusk and life to life anon, life leaving us and greeting us with a language so simple and so pure that it escapes the words of the the wisest astronomers, the doom of the most fell sword or the bristling loom of the most evil plot against the fortunes of humankind, twisting the very organs of the living Church in Whom all children are conceived and from Whom all children are born this world and the next a soul (which is a body) set among the stars and elements, the bellows and the organs of the limpid dreams and the shrieking great torrents of both the Heavens and the Earth.

For in those days people ate from the bounty of the kingdom of life and counted not their blessings in coins or in prayers offered like coins to the moon or to the sun or to an heavenly body even brighter and stronger than they, an heavenly body called The Church of Rome.

For the touch of our lips and that of these lands was a kiss that spread like an holy or even royal stain through time and space and unto the ends of all the world. Herein lay the union, the touch, the accelerating pulse of the bleeding of which we speak and of the bleeding with which we dissemble these words one letter and memory at a time the sports of our first mothers and fathers beneath the expanse of day or night, lay beneath the boughs of green trees or nestled before a blazing fire to keep out the damp and the cold that would race even from the hot breath that ran through the veins of our ancestors, a heathen people who did not lay anxious in their beds at night, nor shrank from the war of their being born with every bellow of the world that had passed into the grip of its own servility and weakness of mind, of will and desire.

Dark were the days when the passions of mortal men were fed like coal to the engines of their very doom that of a night that never ended and a day that never quite began but in the feverish visions of they whose wild spirits were caged so long, their poets singing no longer of brave battles but of strange new diseases that weakened our resolve and placed one man against another and even the peace of the world against the very bodies of our infant children, they whose nourishment spoke in ways like that of which they must only dream as they walked into the face of the kingdom of love and of blood and of the peace that comes to they who sound their very birth to all the corners of the Earth - and how.

Weak men and women had always sustained an injury that became a taste for the strength and for the will of our children. And when that taste looked over the world like a new kind of Sun and Moon, havoc must reign with those gods who are most voracious for the very Mind of the Earth and for the very blood of our words, their own words speaking with a cool charm and a luxurious warmth as they lay us down in a shallow pool of blood our own joining that swelling tide of death and decay in no great hurry to pass like a widening canal into the waiting coffers of Rome and one who looked over and from out of the pages of the Holy Bible and of all the holy books and laws of the world, hungry as a timber wolf, beautiful as a succubus and charming as the devil himself

Nobody said a word.

Men whose only sex was with little boys told legions how to lay with their wives and husbands. They loomed over the rites of marriage and sped away with the loins of those over whom they towered with the specter of eternal doom and perpetual social isolation pressed into the very folds of brains it said it would save from itself, folds of the truthful who are not truthful, of the godly who are not godly and of the wise who are not wise.

And it was in those days that people lost the voice of their desires, the courage of their birth and the beauty of their ancestors.

Their minds became scattered in disarray, and mother and father contended with son and daughter, each their Sun and Moon fallen from the sky of their mind, of their blood (of their Church) and locked in chains of molten iron that turned to glue in their veins, the better to numb their pain and stifle their screams of incoherent rage.

Here see how the Kingdom of Life (Man's Life) was tortured and transformed into that incoherent rage and austere narcotic impotence.

And we shall there find it.












Monday, 20 March 2017

Axiom 922 - Ultimate Political Obfuscation


Politics is about impotence.

And impotence is the product of incoherent rage.

Therefore, all politics is primarily about incoherent rage flattered with a ready means of seemingly vital obfuscation.

This makes poor use of incoherent rage - inflaming the very "social" instruments who most stand to benefit from it at one's own expense.

If nothing else, we should be the primary beneficiaries of our own emotional heritage, that of a vital fund of every kind of living intelligence most necessary to restore a level of brain function whose loss (from all past violence body and mind, person and family) creates all persistent violence on Earth in the first place.








Sunday, 19 March 2017

Axiom 921 - Cybernetic Religious Perversion Rosetta Stone


Curious that a certain even preeminent religious icon is every year "born in a manger" - a place reserved for animals used for food and an icon that demonstrates the ultimate human, godly, moral and creative act by sacrificing Himself (by birth and because He is so pure a child and because all other children so unacceptable to the most extensive intelligence in existence, a God inordinately obsessed with where you put your sex organs like the anti-christ superstar of the kama sutra) for an equivocation of freedom and food-grade slavery that is truly astronomical in proportion in order to give Jews leverage in the usury game that now substantiates as much as any god all economic and political systems on Earth, all of which farm customs (or morals, in the truly Latin/Greek origins of that word) that literally eat our children alive and foment a developmental taste for little else in the "years of our lords."

Fast forward to the modern USGS, whose own extant literature (laws) - a world standard - equate all human beings (our children) with "animals and pests."

Reference: Lethal Injection by Clint Richardson
https://youtu.be/7hITYIT02rA

On a very much related note, most if not all profession even remotely dealing with human health (all human industry) and heritage is populated by the number one export, by degrees, of a martial-order cybernetic-industrial or Roman Catholic society - soldiers of information management (information bureaucrats aka doctors, teachers, priests, politicians, entrepreneurs, mothers, fathers, healers, leaders et al) bound by military-grade regulations, the developmental phalanx of which guarantees the export of wholly symbiotic surviving brain function (or lack thereof) - another ironic equivocation that one would be mindful of as much as one would be mindful of any jungle cat predator that mates like rabbits.

This is why the number one cause of human death in the developed world is "properly taken prescription medication" (Dr. Rima Laibow) or, one might well add, strictly and even not so strictly observed religion, education and spirituality.

Martial aka cultural orders (orthodox or informal aka culturally codified) have shown to produce increasingly narcotic effects upon the brain that help to magnify the range of effected brains which, in turn, magnify by number, range, severity and benefits the narcotic effects of all of the above, so much so that the symbiosis becomes wholly indistinguishable.


A fish might as well be blind to the ocean in which it swims.

As Canadian military mafia subcontractor Marshall McLuhan famously said, "The medium is the message," meaning the most influential message is the medium in which we live, a kind of synthetic brain and amniotic fluid that the body is forced, by saturation, to treat as wholly natural, with the consequent effect of highly elevated suggestibility and propensity for collusion in acts and offices that, whatever the benefits, generally serve to degrade human communication as per the primary mandate of any even barely competent military mandate to the point that the exchange (of credulity for servility a and thus liberty or liberation, autonomous critical cognition for mob psychology*) is subsequently deemed as indispensable as the office of respiration itself.

The result is that people of any and every distinction, profession, intelligence, education or stature can be seen to need if not mean to collude in the customary (or moral) injury of one another. 

*In 2017 Newly elected President Donal Trump is so demonized that anyone he or the media snubs is automatically given a pass, with little to no recourse to anything that person is actually about.

[There is a new disturbing trend that would see a lot of protest funded and organized by the very business interests being objected to. E.g. George Soros created both the Occupy Movement and BLM or Black Lives Matter, a domestic terrorism cult loosely billing itself as a Black liberation movement.]

Nepotism indeed. Trump, Obama, Hitler, Thatcher, Busche, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and likely Angela Merkel and all the rest are most likely bloodline European (and even Egyptian) royalty who are raised into a cultural "masque" where they play roles that will be interpreted by the general population (the animals in the elaborate zoo or Shakespearean "stage" we fuel and suffer at once) as integral to their liberation (or enslavement) by Jesus or General, Demagogue or President, a celestial casino of decidedly terrestrial corporate fiction matriculated through every system of so-called knowledge on Earth, spiritual or empirical, all of which is regulated with medical and military precision, all of which is greatly enhanced by our progression collusion in as yet unheard of scales of information mining and analysis by Google and Darpa. In such a system every expression of good or evil, man or woman, mother and father, voice and story suffer astronomical transformations, tortured if you will out of all ancient proportion, nature or reason. 

Not knowing that all world leaders and candidates for any significant leadership at the national scale of church or state are blood related is like not knowing about the sun. And one could as soon make any sense of the world that preserves your cognitive agency by birth without knowing of this blood system as one could understand the opening of flowers with absolutely no knowledge of the morning, the spring or the largest star in our sky - in the case of our blood torture that of our Holy Roman God, one wholly symbiotic with the very brain function (or lack thereof) we are most adamant about giving our children "for their own good."


Rayn said, "If Angela Merkel does not scare you as much as Trump, that scares me even more."

Sheena Reid: "Elaborate"

https://notallowedto.com/trump-family-tree-linked-obama-hitler/

http://macedoniaonline.eu/content/view/26363/53/


- See Axiom 920 - Social Psychosis At A Glance



In such a world cult psychology, military psychology, social psychology, prison psychology and family psychology are the same or isomorphic with each other. 

To the precise extent that we are not sufficiently loved by our mother and father (or they by theirs, or they by theirs) our brains (and theirs) learn to hate themselves. This global neglect (which has a direct pathological and developmental impact or impression upon vascular and neurological aspects of body, brain, mind and soul and the whole human locus of ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and celestial development, coordination, growth, transformation and continuity) of person and family (a sword or guillotine would have no less impact and likely did at some point) is formalized or smuggled into and must be into all religion, spirituality, politics, science, medicine, entertainment and culture (or family) with and without a coordinated overt or inadvertent effort on the part of military social anthropologists and engineers.

Religion and Spirituality are about helping humanity or serving a God, but they are also about self-hatred as a family tradition and often the last and most powerful surviving link to our blood. *See Dr. Deikman at bottom

This is, of course, a most grievous sorrow that invariably and unpredictably retards reason, accountability and comprehension while increasing the propensity (impression = propensity) or biological taste for the equation of glorified dominance (with impunity) with all confidence relationships.

It makes people suggestible, addicted to tribal orthodox and unable to reason independent of money or mass psychology (meted out by degrees of specialized knowledge of whatever utility), both constituting an astronomical involuntary tribute system, starting with the neglect or sacrifice of our children in order to save them from ourselves and themselves but justified in the name of their safety, salvation, education, success, health and social acceptance.

History (Hystory) has two different but not mutually exclusive definitions:

One is a story (canon of orthodox stories) about the development by degrees of largely self-inflicted if expertly exploited human collusion in ever more sophisticated ways to pass slavery (or dictatorship) off as liberty beset by predators themselves confusing mixtures of fiction and fact (predator and prey) with liberal doses of torturous transformations (holy corruptions) of native human heritage and living creative intelligence.

The other definition is our own spoken and unspoken (cellular and celestial) organs, voices and stories about how we have to accommodate, endure, survive and largely perpetuate  orthodox invasions of the literal and figurative space and nature of human communication (blood and voice).

I will quote an expert on cult psychology:

An excerpt from an article by Ivan Tyrrell, first published in 1993, that explores Dr. Arthur Deikman’s enlightening work on cult behaviour.

Why people join cults:

“Cults form and thrive,” says Deikman, “not because people are crazy, but because they have two kinds of wishes. They want a meaningful life, to serve God or humanity; and they want to be taken care of, to feel protected and secure, to find a home. The first motives may be laudable and constructive, but the latter exert a corrupting effect, enabling cult leaders to elicit behaviour directly opposite to the idealistic vision with which members entered the group.”

31:30

Problem Professors
YouTube, Sargon of Akkad
https://youtu.be/TCneKDp95Yc





Rayn Gryphon

"I wonder if T man (Prime Minister Justin Trudeau met with German Chancellor Angela Merkel) will lay any pipe while he is there. His dad used to go through young girls like Queen Elizabeth through native children in the residential school program. Good Xian folks (or owners)."




Zach Nadeau: If people where paying attention to what is going on they would know Nato is on of the most corrupt organization in the world. This is notagood thing wake up people!




Rayn Gryphon
Yes. An international military force that tasks national forces. So much history. So little awareness or interest - as no small indication of the military interruption of human communication in the so-called Information Age.

Inflation helps. But you have to keep ahead of native human biological and psychological industry and agency by extracting more capital (taxation) the primary mandate of all churches, mosques, courts, schools and armies. People do this on impulse - because pathological propensity follows pathological impression or injury. This is what money is for, the ultimate religious control or currency for tapping the electric impulse of all human life.



See Axiom 920 - Social Psychosis At A Glance


The social, psychological and biological benefits, glories and even perfect divinity or liberty of any religion, spirituality, or political or environmental movement (of one's bowels or vowels) is as eminently inexorable as the subsequently as narcotic loss of the cognitive ability to calculate the actual costs involved with complying with what amounts to a merely more formal (or more voluntary) extraction of not only one's native psychological and biological capital (one's native whole human locus of ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and celestial development, growth, transformation and coordination) but also, with one's integral compliance, that of arguably the rest of the human race, starting with one's own children and at the exhortation (indistinguishable from the voice of God or Conscience) of what amounts to a glorified if wholly understandable psychosis whose needs fast become equal to if not more important than every other organ of human respiration, reason or agency if anyone is to ever be free, healthy, successful or socially accepted. 

...here or hereafter....

Which, sadly enough, is entirely true.


 






Hanged if I will sit right here beyond a certain point
Away to better places, better people and the more
A bellow's heaven in the very Temple of my voice
Where flowers in some charnel garden scent the winds now being born
A prison unlike any other underneath the throng
Of people shake the ancient rafters made of human bones
Press in the weights and measures of salvation mail draped upon
The gods of knowledge wrought out of the torture human bones
Embarked upon an ancient journey sleep and waking walked
An human host by ghosts of dawn the cradle and the grave
The nave of schools and churches fools who labored under aught
A land inherited by Man were riven every vein
Of love and thunder lips a taste for rivers to the sea
The blood of inspiration to the body of a child
Cradled as the grave the nature of eternity
These voices touched by every love and thunder of the wild
Palette of the language all our congress with the beasts
And leaves of so celestial creation with our own
Apotheosis forging flanked by strands of wild harmonies
Of song and knowledge god and goddess reaches of the soul's
Imprisonment and liberation organs, voices, stories hath survived
A catacomb of senses dwarf and dwarfed by all they spring
A longing for the faces of our ancient place a living Paradise
As real as peels of thunder flutes an ancient twinkling
Absorbed a child were absorbed a man and woman who
Had altogether known (or spoke) the song and knowledge god and goddess, good and evil, Sun and Moon.










Saturday, 18 March 2017

Axiom 920 - Social Psychosis At A Glance


The social, psychological and biological benefits, glories and even perfect divinity or liberty of any religion, spirituality, or political or environmental movement (of one's bowels or vowels) is as eminently inexorable as the subsequently as narcotic loss of the cognitive ability to calculate the actual costs involved with complying with what amounts to a merely more formal (or more voluntary) extraction of not only one's native psychological and biological capital (one's native whole human locus of ethical, sexual, emotional, mental and celestial development, growth, transformation and coordination) but also, with one's integral compliance, that of arguably the rest of the human race, starting with one's own children and at the exhortation (indistinguishable from the voice of God or Conscience) of what amounts to a glorified if wholly understandable psychosis whose needs fast become equal to if not more important than every other organ of human respiration, reason or agency if anyone is to ever be free, healthy, successful or socially accepted. 

...here or hereafter....

Which, sadly enough, is entirely true.


Continued with

Axiom 921 - Cybernetic Religious Perversion Rosetta Stone












Thursday, 16 March 2017

Axiom 919 - What We Want



We know best what we are by what we want. We cannot always say or satisfy what we want. But we deserve to know and say and seek and find. 






"The sharing of power is the ultimate sexual experience." 

- Robbie Van 



"Your gods reveal you." - Robbie Van






This is for you....

The night is cold
The moon is bright
Your eyes, your eyes are pure delight

Of all hath passed
and kept of thee
The dearest kind of memory.




There is no greater pleasure for a wanting
Than to see its reflection in the body, in the soul
To see, truly see
The face (the god and goddess) if the sun and moon looking back at you
With though the inimitable celestial intelligence, beauty and seeming ambivalence of every bound and beast of heaven and earth
Full of contentment, understanding and peace
But do not try to touch it
Do not make the celestial water distort
That which looks (with more organs than we can say), finally, so clear
Even as we allow it to touch our lips or move the pen across the astronomically holy pages of life and time, of mind and body (nature)
A shimmer of a whisper through a spider's web
Spun and spelled with a determination
Triumphal as the spring














 




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Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Axiom 918 - Your Own Growth Language


Comments from

2017 Personality 16: Biology/Traits: Incentive Reward/Neuroticism
Jorday B Peterson





Rayn Gryphon commented on a video on YouTube.

"Seriously. Why do people still listen to this guy? Please esplain."



nicoepsilon0
some people are interested in free psychology courses
 


Rayn Gryphon
No one can tell you how to grow. That is a life all your own.



nexus939
that has nothing to do with what he said though



shugo104
Others absolutely tell you how to grow. Quite directly, actually. How do you know how to read, write, or, to a lesser extent, use a computer? You were taught. You wouldn't, naturally, learn to do any of those things without exposure to others. We use these tools to help further our ability to critically think and juggle complex ideas so that after enough scrutiny, people can decide how they wish to orient themselves in life.

A common problem I see with today's Internet youth is disparate critical thought. Even if you disagree with someone, there's almost certainly things to be agreed upon. The idea is to take pieces you can manage and incorporate them in to yourself, even if just temporarily to test the merits of your own ideas. That's how you develop true conviction - you fight against what you believe so vehemently that when you're done, only what you truly believe with stay with you.



Rayn Gryphon
shugo104 Growth = A Decision



Index of Related Writing in A Living School:

Axiom 95 - Personal Growth
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2015/01/axiom-95-personal-growth.html

Axiom 349 - The Law of Growth (in terms of our own body and soul)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2015/08/axiom-349-law-of-growth-in-terms-of-our.html

Life is All About Growth (Your Own and all Those Whom You Love) - A Living School
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/01/life-is-all-about-growth-your-own-and.html

Axiom 614 - Life Is Growth
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/03/axiom-614-life-is-growth.html

Axiom 651 - Life, Growth: Mass Control vs Native Willpower
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/05/axiom-651-life-growth-mass-control-vs.html

Axiom 684 - Free Form Living (Spirituality as Anti-Growth Collectivism)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/06/axiom-684-free-form-living-creative.html

Axiom 712 - Source of All Growth (in life and family)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/08/axiom-712-source-of-all-growth-in-life.html





Rayn Gryphon
shugo104 History (Hystory) has two different but not mutually exclusive definitions:

One is a story (canon of orthodox stories) about the development by degrees of largely self-inflicted if expertly exploited human collusion in ever more sophisticated ways to pass slavery (or dictatorship) off as liberty beset by predators themselves confusing mixtures of fiction and fact (predator and prey) with liberal doses of torturous transformations (holy corruptions) of native human heritage and living creative intelligence.

The other definition is our own spoken and unspoken (cellular and celestial) organs, voices and stories about how we have to accommodate, endure, survive and largely perpetuate  orthodox invasions of the literal and figurative space and nature of human communication (blood and voice).


- See Axiom 917 - Hystory (two defs.)


Nobody can or need know how you should grow. I am a growth atheist.

If learning how to read or how to repeat what Peterson says (and never says) meant growth the world would be a very different place.

Nobody can show you how to grow.

That is the mistaken conceit of all cults, one bred by a largely cybernetic (Marxist) education system.

Growth is the opposite of standard parameters for knowledge or success.

What is Peterson's family heritage?

What is yours?

Maybe you should teach Jordan how to grow.

Quid pro quo.

Life is growth.

Nobody will be the same person they are today.

In your growth lives your whole freedom.

Choose well.

And dare to grow by your own terms.

Because permitting anyone to "help" you grow is not only the biggest decision you will ever make, it is also impossible except under the however popular narcotic influence of a mass delusional psychosis farmed and exploited as a rule questioned on pain of degrading aspersions as to your intelligence, health, motives and fate.

Nobody in a Cybernetic-industrial society wants to make that decision.

But make it you will.

Growing your own mind is scary - from going to hell to being excluded from orthodox tribalism (Peterson is now the head of his own cult that is not a cult).

Jordan has allowed himself to become an unassailable solution to an intractable problem (stupidity).

But stupidity is not unique to his political or philosophical subordinates or adversaries.

And turning adversaries into prospective subordinates (students awed by his apparent psychological advantage or "authority") is not legitimate, conveying a deep distrust of any but the most institutional human intelligence.

Academic psychology is a language. As with the exploits of Zelda or Jesus, learning the language does not necessarily equal growth in life. Rather the opposite.

Because growth (individual and family growth and sovereignty) is terrifying and is meant to be in a Cybernetic-industrial society as religiously as scientifically kept poised upon a bloody brink of perpetual near collapse veritably at war with every natural instinct with which a child is born and to which we force our most vulnerable citizenry to conform under only the most Herculean duress, duress that could not possibly fail to stymie the courage and whole brain development of the most battle-hardened combat soldier, let alone that of a wee child.

[In response to a man claiming that growth is a function of social conditioning e.g. through popular academic tenured conservative cult leader Jordan B. Peterson.]

My goal in life?

To make fucking certain that my elders regret to their death ever teaching me how to read and write.

More?

Check out any of my over forty books on an inter-disciplinary study and practice of living creative intelligence and human heritage or "How to burn all churches and priests to the ground in the name of Satan." All written in seven years (most of which are over 500 pages in length and none of which require you or anyone to read or even learn to read them in order to "Grow." Fuck off.)

All my work is free.

And I only work for my children.



The firmament of Heaven that was shattered was our mind
The living vision of a power delicate as folds
A family the sons and daughters, mothers fathers signed
Their blood upon the ventricles and rivers of the Mother and the Father of our Souls
A crack of thunder slipped the spasms pleasures of the Church
Of man and nature consummated blood its every flute
And orbit unto orbit every story Heaven and the Earth
Closing veils of each other's bale Pentateuch
Spread o'er stories of the Stars (of Earth and Heaven) were dismembered as our limbs
And voices currents song and knowledge god and goddess deeps
Ephemeral as seeds as monumental, ripe and rich
An living language elements that every human organ breathes
This Earth and Fire, Air and Water, Man and Woman, lore
That skirts the Heavens and the Earth the First Estate a child
Darkness of the womb a God and Goddess people form
Upon the heavens of the heavens something of the wild
Story of a world gone by alive the seasons turn and change
Sustaining even unto ages leagues of space the crown
Adorned a child being born an holy spirit who remains
A body of that body splayed through every leaf and cloud
As beautiful as thee the end in the beginning of
Our leaving Heaven the conception Heaven's heathens first and last
The firmament a song and knowledge living every blood
A congress every living organ as celestial as Man's
Own Temple love by love were forged adorned the sky the mind
At the horizon of the death and resurrection heathen kind,
A crack upon the skull ran through the sword emblazoned with
The scriptures heaped on voices holy stories growing seasons leaves and winds.



Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry


- Also See Axiom 916 - Life as Double Star System





Rayn Gryphon
That we landed on the moon were as preposterous a claim as the idea that the moon is made of Camembert cheese. On the same note, the Earth is stationary. Heliocentrism is the mother of all modern military-grade invasions of native human heritage (and of indeed the whole coordination and development of human ethical, sexual, mental, emotional and celestial faculties.)


They have never even left the Earth's atmosphere. NASA is the Vatican of the 20th century.

All science fiction and space-related non-fiction serves as a corporate fiction of Biblical proportions used to ape and invade native celestial biology.


The Vatican (the most sophisticated military cult for extracting human capital under the power of human capital) owns all large-scale telescopic arrays. And after thousands of years of tortured truth and humanity of truly Biblical proportions, one expects me to believe that even though nobody has an actual eyeball on most "deep space" corporate fiction that it is tantamount to an unequivocal fact on the order of 1) the rising sun or 2) Jesus Christ? If so, then we have herein the most credible evidence of the success of all barbaric war torn social engineering we should like to have in our possession.


Sail Ho! Strike the irons of Promethean contempt
A court of forces that converged upon the birth of Man's
Inordinately well coordinated life and death
These verses had been learned from first a people bade these lands
Sustain the holy body of the body all the world
The whole estate of every fate incorporated by
These legacies the heraldry in banners queens and kings unfurled
Ripe constellations voices stories made of earth and sky
Their crowns a treasure letters bound in bloody transformations of
The wealth and vigor of our kith and kin the princes wooed
Fair daughters of celestial dimensions of the blood
Under the force of life and growth that like the Sun and Moon
Prevailed o'er the aching heart the stature of a child's
God and Goddess in themselves the animals a medicine and wealth
Incomparable as its bliss upon the lips that spoke
And touched by every chalice of the hystory that spelled
The doom of so inhuman tastes as made a people's yoke
Exhort the court and church and school and fools of knowledge to extract
By every charm of mind and heart that fell under the sword
Inscribed "By thine own heritage" disparaging a Man's
Determination burn the wisest of the land in that infernal forge
Of lust and blood primeval screams of heathen queens the voice
The mother tongues of moons and suns the blood that truly human love and industry enjoys.













BVale
+Rayn Gryphon:  I have to thank you for taking the trouble to reply so voluminously, but are we really supposed to understand it?  Shorter sentences would be a good start.



Rayn Gryphon
BVale Are you kidding? What I just wrote was a good start.



 








j

Monday, 13 March 2017

Axiom 917 - Hystory (two defs.)


History (Hystory) has two different but not mutually exclusive definitions:

One is a story (canon of orthodox stories) about the development by degrees of largely self-inflicted if expertly exploited human collusion in ever more sophisticated ways to pass slavery (or dictatorship) off as liberty beset by predators themselves confusing mixtures of fiction and fact (predator and prey) with liberal doses of torturous transformations (holy corruptions) of native human heritage and living creative intelligence.

The other definition is our own spoken and unspoken (cellular and celestial) organs, voices and stories about how we have to accommodate, endure, survive and largely perpetuate  orthodox invasions of the literal and figurative space and nature of human communication (blood and voice).




The other day I asked a woman (self-proclaimed expert in metaphysics who had not heard of the Tarot and for whom it was news that all ancient religions were religions of sex) why the Earth was so commonly strictly referred to as "her" and she objected that it was "already a man's world" and so that the Earth was a woman (two-Man like A-Dam and Eve) because it related to birth (as though men had no part in sexual conception of a child and a family celestial temple worthy of them so that they did not grow up believing that only women were involved in the sexual impulse of arguably all life, song and knowledge worthy of the name). Even the word, Earth, makes the word Heart but also Her and He. Denying psychology and biology 101 (My kingdom of Heaven) does not make a bad world (or a "man's world") any better, but impugning one's own faculties in order to "save the world" is quite in keeping with the most prominent conventions of  the cybernetic society with which our own most exceptional (or expert) pathology is wholly symbiotic. 

See Cybernetic Algorithm.




BVal

+Ali Hamandi: >"I don't think he believes that Christ is the son of God because he doesn't even believe in a God in the literal sense."

How do you know?  I think that he is merely taking a bottom-up approach to the issue-- rather similarly perhaps to Rene Girard, another scholar of myth and folklore, and another one-time atheist, who noticed that in some ways the gospel resembled other myths but in other ways added a unique and valuable twist to them.  Girard eventually became a practicing Roman Catholic.  It seems to me that Peterson finds truth, or at least a strong element or probability of truth, in religious stories and practices that have enabled societies to flourish, and apparently most of all in those that have underpinned the West, namely Christianity.  However, they could not have done so had not people really believed in them, in some cases even dying for their beliefs.  The obvious conclusion is that a genuine admiration of a religion involves at least an extended respectful consideration of its doctrines, a hope of understanding them so that one will believe.  I would also take issue with those who suggest that this approach is abstract.  Not at all. It is concrete, beginning with what we can see all around us and asking, how did things come to be this way?  

  



Rayn Gryphon
BVale Xian. Your lack of awareness of your world is exhilarating. 

You seem to give a passing nod to facts and logic, impressive for a spiritual person. Take away mass executions of people as innocent as your own mother and father, brother or sister, son or daughter by the MILLIONS and both of Xianity and FuckSlam would be piddly grease stains on the cultural super highway.

fact.



"I don't think he believes that Christ is the son of God because he doesn't even believe in a God in the literal sense." 

If Christ was or was not "the son of God" the term "son of God" could only have any meaning if we are all sons and daughters of this God. 

And since we are definitely the sons and daughters of mothers and fathers, God is a mother and father or the most comprehensive proportions symbiotic with the celestial family psychology of Man's First Estate, one aped and corrupted to no end by all corporate fictions, most notably that of Xianity and the Roman Catholic Church that brandishes any and every advantage it has managed to wrest (along with its every cult of a cybernetic-industrial society) from Man's strictly sovereign prospects of whole ethical, sexual, mental, emotional and celestial development and coordination in a society as religiously as scientifically kept poised upon a perpetual brink of bloody if profitable near collapse veritably at war with every natural instinct with which a child is born and to which we force our most vulnerable citizenry to conform under only the most Herculean duress, duress that could not possibly fail to stymie the courage and whole brain development of the most battle-hardened combat soldier, let alone that of a wee child.







wild grasses spring
trees grow deep celestial roots
poor are the blind

More Haiku



Wild grasses, trees with deep celestial roots and poor
The blind to so divine cathedrals deal the hands of fates
Who hide behind the face of nature's death in being born
A pleasure measures on the lips illimitable rays
Conceiving every body bleeding organs on the far
Horizon peered into the dearest people of the Sun
Exhilarated as the host of men and women from the Star
A god and goddess peer from out the boundless dark of one
Another petals of the rose, the winter and the spring
A chorus of this transformation organs of the mind
Of man and nature voices wild stories start to sing
After protracted and ignoble labours just to find
The words as latent as the birds a music old as leaves
Interred the Heavens and the Earth rejoined those voices trailed
The horizon mind and body resurrected deeps
Of inspiration sprang eternal unto all the lips availed
Hips and winds the living scriptures visions to which we were heir
By every strain of blood and brain across these fields abloom
The pain and pleasure of creation portents everywhere
The gold and silver blood a love that spoke the Sun and Moon
An apple and an apple blossom lay upon the bed
As nuptial as comfortable to they who felt the pulse
A pleasure measures of itself the living and the dead
A crown of wildflowers, stars and wreathes of every gulf
And consummation of the substance of our blood the throne
Adorned the bodies of a god and goddess speaking blood and bone.



Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry


- Also See Axiom 916 - Life as Double Star System









A love invited by her face set into all this Earth
Both transformation and creation life anon the ends
Of minds and voices, lives and choices stories scribbled in the words
That grow even our lives must know our memories in death
That love that limbs must love to give to love must come and pass
As even stars above must pass interminable night
From whence love's letters were rejoined a Sun for every land's
Inhabitants find life in death and death in love's delight
Her nature made a crown of nature lips of all her blood
A poetry as merciful and merciless a frieze
The Woman formed out of the whispers every kind of love
From Once upon a time spelled in the Woman of my dreams
A castle or cathedral she would grace quite unperturbed
Her every manner of address so grand a palace dwarfs
The proudest titles prance about their human universe
That bears so small and yet so great relation to these forms
Who pass the warm and lithesome candles likened to the stars
By only the most lonely state that purifies the mind
Before the altar of the sway of hips and lips which part
Determined as the blood that churns inside infernal maidenhood to bind
Desires snarled in the trees and rock-strewn paths the grace
So mild warmth as storms the temple of the heart and grows
The arms and voices of the leaves the stars and charms that in the dark escape
The whimper of so pleasing portents love their wild notes
A fruit that ripens on the thickest bramble this the taste
From Once upon the birth and death that lingers on the bough
A living language all the riches we would hold as much
As one another intimate as words escape our mouths
As powerful or so we hope the consummation of our blood
And love by love alone were held the bosom of the Earth
Her memories with His illimitable as the Universe.








The firmament of Heaven that was shattered was our mind
The living vision of a power delicate as folds
A family the sons and daughters, mothers fathers signed
Their blood upon the ventricles and rivers of the Mother and the Father of our Souls
A crack of thunder slipped the spasms pleasures of the Church
Of man and nature consummated blood its every flute
And orbit unto orbit every story Heaven and the Earth
Closing veils of each other's bale Pentateuch
Spread o'er stories of the Stars (of Earth and Heaven) were dismembered as our limbs
And voices currents song and knowledge god and goddess deeps
Ephemeral as seeds as monumental, ripe and rich
An living language elements that every human organ breathes
This Earth and Fire, Air and Water, Man and Woman, lore
That skirts the Heavens and the Earth the First Estate a child
Darkness of the womb a God and Goddess people form
Upon the heavens of the heavens something of the wild
Story of a world gone by alive the seasons turn and change
Sustaining even unto ages leagues of space the crown
Adorned a child being born an holy spirit who remains
A body of that body splayed through every leaf and cloud
As beautiful as thee the end in the beginning of
Our leaving Heaven the conception Heaven's heathens first and last
The firmament a song and knowledge living every blood
A congress every living organ as celestial as Man's
Own Temple love by love were forged adorned the sky the mind
At the horizon of the death and resurrection heathen kind,
A crack upon the skull ran through the sword emblazoned with
The scriptures heaped on voices holy stories growing seasons leaves and winds.










Where hath all the summer gone or winter in its prime
These seasons that doth carry Man as surely as the waves
An ocean made of distant darkness closing on the mind
As sensible these very words an ocean running through our veins
These helms inveigled spells of doom and fortune hardly clear
For all the maps of all the lands of fortune hath been cast
Asunder on the rocks of gods and tempests stars appear
Stirred up the turgid fetters unrelenting sorrow Man's,
For tunnel as ye may by winds Elysium or Hell
As certain fate as ages past awaiteth he who, born
A child pure as summer rain or driven snow himself,
Will struggle like an ancient general just to wield the horn
Of Ragnarök before whom lay the prayers of every church
Had only just escaped the mouths of multitudes of we
Who, born if nothing else a mother Heaven and the Earth,
Must count ourselves a maid or knave upon some odyssey
Unknown may be the tides of life or whence their spring consults
The turbid feelings in the body of a soul embarked
Upon a journey that a home injurious as most so catapults
Beyond the common astronomical proportions of our roiling in the stars
A dory in the gale force some evil barely named
Allusions of whose doom and fortune seemed to thus impugn
The very will with which a Man would lift the winds that tamed
The most deliberate kind of torture the proportions of the Moon;
Say Holy! Holy! Holy! Here that walks the lonely prince
Some herald orders sealed into the blood and bone the voice
Alone can stir the vapors of contagious angels winds
Like mighty rivers fed the very whisper that destroyed
By changing from within the brain of thee thou prayed for thus
With every breath that made so fell a spell of human lust.











Comments from

2017 Personality 16: Biology/Traits: Incentive Reward/Neuroticism
Jorday B Peterson





Rayn Gryphon commented on a video on YouTube.

"Seriously. Why do people still listen to this guy? Please esplain."



nicoepsilon0
some people are interested in free psychology courses
 


Rayn Gryphon
No one can tell you how to grow. That is a life all your own.



nexus939
that has nothing to do with what he said though



shugo104
Others absolutely tell you how to grow. Quite directly, actually. How do you know how to read, write, or, to a lesser extent, use a computer? You were taught. You wouldn't, naturally, learn to do any of those things without exposure to others. We use these tools to help further our ability to critically think and juggle complex ideas so that after enough scrutiny, people can decide how they wish to orient themselves in life.

A common problem I see with today's Internet youth is disparate critical thought. Even if you disagree with someone, there's almost certainly things to be agreed upon. The idea is to take pieces you can manage and incorporate them in to yourself, even if just temporarily to test the merits of your own ideas. That's how you develop true conviction - you fight against what you believe so vehemently that when you're done, only what you truly believe with stay with you.



Rayn Gryphon
shugo104 Growth = A Decision




Index of Related Writing in A Living School:

Axiom 95 - Personal Growth
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2015/01/axiom-95-personal-growth.html

Axiom 349 - The Law of Growth (in terms of our own body and soul)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2015/08/axiom-349-law-of-growth-in-terms-of-our.html

Life is All About Growth (Your Own and all Those Whom You Love) - A Living School
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/01/life-is-all-about-growth-your-own-and.html

Axiom 614 - Life Is Growth
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/03/axiom-614-life-is-growth.html

Axiom 651 - Life, Growth: Mass Control vs Native Willpower
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/05/axiom-651-life-growth-mass-control-vs.html

Axiom 684 - Free Form Living (Spirituality as Anti-Growth Collectivism)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/06/axiom-684-free-form-living-creative.html

Axiom 712 - Source of All Growth (in life and family)
http://cosmicheaven.blogspot.ca/2016/08/axiom-712-source-of-all-growth-in-life.html




Rayn Gryphon
shugo104 History (Hystory) has two different but not mutually exclusive definitions:

One is a story (canon of orthodox stories) about the development by degrees of largely self-inflicted if expertly exploited human collusion in ever more sophisticated ways to pass slavery (or dictatorship) off as liberty beset by predators themselves confusing mixtures of fiction and fact (predator and prey) with liberal doses of torturous transformations (holy corruptions) of native human heritage and living creative intelligence.

The other definition is our own spoken and unspoken (cellular and celestial) organs, voices and stories about how we have to accommodate, endure, survive and largely perpetuate  orthodox invasions of the literal and figurative space and nature of human communication (blood and voice).

Nobody can or need know how you should grow. I am a growth atheist.

If learning how to read or how to repeat what Peterson says (and never says) meant growth the world would be a very different place.

Nobody can show you how to grow.

That is the mistaken conceit of all cults, one bred by a largely cybernetic (Marxist) education system.

Growth is the opposite of standard parameters for knowledge or success.

What is Peterson's family heritage?

What is yours?

Maybe you should teach Jordan how to grow.

Quid pro quo.

Life is growth.

Nobody will be the same person they are today.

In your growth lives your whole freedom.

Choose well.

And dare to grow by your own terms.

Because permitting anyone to "help" you grow is not only the biggest decision you will ever make, it is also impossible except under the however popular narcotic influence of a mass delusional psychosis farmed and exploited as a rule questioned on pain of degrading aspersions as to your intelligence, health, motives and fate.

Nobody in a Cybernetic-industrial society wants to make that decision.

But make it you will.

Growing your own mind is scary - from going to hell to being excluded from orthodox tribalism (Peterson is now the head of his own cult that is not a cult).

Jordan has allowed himself to become an unassailable solution to an intractable problem (stupidity).

But stupidity is not unique to his political or philosophical subordinates or adversaries.

And turning adversaries into prospective subordinates (students awed by his apparent psychological advantage or "authority") is not legitimate, conveying a deep distrust of any but the most institutional human intelligence.

Academic psychology is a language. As with the exploits of Zelda or Jesus, learning the language does not necessarily equal growth in life. Rather the opposite.

Because growth (individual and family growth and sovereignty) is terrifying and is meant to be in a Cybernetic-industrial society as religiously as scientifically kept poised upon a bloody brink of perpetual near collapse veritably at war with every natural instinct with which a child is born and to which we force our most vulnerable citizenry to conform under only the most Herculean duress, duress that could not possibly fail to stymie the courage and whole brain development of the most battle-hardened combat soldier, let alone that of a wee child.

[In response to a man claiming that growth is a function of social conditioning e.g. through popular academic tenured conservative cult leader Jordan B. Peterson.]

My goal in life?

To make fucking certain that my elders regret to their death ever teaching me how to read and write.

More?

Check out any of my over forty books on an inter-disciplinary study and practice of living creative intelligence and human heritage or "How to burn all churches and priests to the ground in the name of Satan." All written in seven years (most of which are over 500 pages in length and none of which require you or anyone to read or even learn to read them in order to "Grow." Fuck off.)

All my work is free.

And I only work for my children.



The firmament of Heaven that was shattered was our mind
The living vision of a power delicate as folds
A family the sons and daughters, mothers fathers signed
Their blood upon the ventricles and rivers of the Mother and the Father of our Souls
A crack of thunder slipped the spasms pleasures of the Church
Of man and nature consummated blood its every flute
And orbit unto orbit every story Heaven and the Earth
Closing veils of each other's bale Pentateuch
Spread o'er stories of the Stars (of Earth and Heaven) were dismembered as our limbs
And voices currents song and knowledge god and goddess deeps
Ephemeral as seeds as monumental, ripe and rich
An living language elements that every human organ breathes
This Earth and Fire, Air and Water, Man and Woman, lore
That skirts the Heavens and the Earth the First Estate a child
Darkness of the womb a God and Goddess people form
Upon the heavens of the heavens something of the wild
Story of a world gone by alive the seasons turn and change
Sustaining even unto ages leagues of space the crown
Adorned a child being born an holy spirit who remains
A body of that body splayed through every leaf and cloud
As beautiful as thee the end in the beginning of
Our leaving Heaven the conception Heaven's heathens first and last
The firmament a song and knowledge living every blood
A congress every living organ as celestial as Man's
Own Temple love by love were forged adorned the sky the mind
At the horizon of the death and resurrection heathen kind,
A crack upon the skull ran through the sword emblazoned with
The scriptures heaped on voices holy stories growing seasons leaves and winds.



Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry


- Also See Axiom 916 - Life as Double Star System





Rayn Gryphon
That we landed on the moon were as preposterous a claim as the idea that the moon is made of Camembert cheese. On the same note, the Earth is stationary. Heliocentrism is the mother of all modern military-grade invasions of native human heritage (and of indeed the whole coordination and development of human ethical, sexual, mental, emotional and celestial faculties.)


They have never even left the Earth's atmosphere. NASA is the Vatican of the 20th century.

All science fiction and space-related non-fiction serves as a corporate fiction of Biblical proportions used to ape and invade native celestial biology.


The Vatican (the most sophisticated military cult for extracting human capital under the power of human capital) owns all large-scale telescopic arrays. And after thousands of years of tortured truth and humanity of truly Biblical proportions, one expects me to believe that even though nobody has an actual eyeball on most "deep space" corporate fiction that it is tantamount to an unequivocal fact on the order of 1) the rising sun or 2) Jesus Christ? If so, then we have herein the most credible evidence of the success of all barbaric war torn social engineering we should like to have in our possession.




Sail Ho! Strike the irons of Promethean contempt
A court of forces that converged upon the birth of Man's
Inordinately well coordinated life and death
These verses had been learned from first a people bade these lands
Sustain the holy body of the body all the world
The whole estate of every fate incorporated by
These legacies the heraldry in banners queens and kings unfurled
Ripe constellations voices stories made of earth and sky
Their crowns a treasure letters bound in bloody transformations of
The wealth and vigor of our kith and kin the princes wooed
Fair daughters of celestial dimensions of the blood
Under the force of life and growth that like the Sun and Moon
Prevailed o'er the aching heart the stature of a child's
God and Goddess in themselves the animals a medicine and wealth
Incomparable as its bliss upon the lips that spoke
And touched by every chalice of the hystory that spelled
The doom of so inhuman tastes as made a people's yoke
Exhort the court and church and school and fools of knowledge to extract
By every charm of mind and heart that fell under the sword
Inscribed "By thine own heritage" disparaging a Man's
Determination burn the wisest of the land in that infernal forge
Of lust and blood primeval screams of heathen queens the voice
The mother tongues of moons and suns the blood that truly human love and industry enjoys.



Psalms of Love - A Living Poetry


- Also See Axiom 916 - Life as Double Star System







BVale
+Rayn Gryphon:  I have to thank you for taking the trouble to reply so voluminously, but are we really supposed to understand it?  Shorter sentences would be a good start.



Rayn Gryphon
BVale Are you kidding? What I just wrote was a good start.