"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.
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.
Sainted orders voices bordered on the promised land
*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.
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.
Family Of Our Creative Intelligence.
Ultra-Terrestrial Electro-Reflective Umbilical pSyche
Axiom 1050 - The Body, Mind, Mother, God