Money doesn't Kill People, Bankers Kill People

Money doesn’t Kill People, Bankers Kill People

Sex is the essential dynamic of civilization. Disrupt the natural order of this and everything else will go haywire. This is the intent of those who ride upon the back of the beast

The Black Riders are Galloping on the Poisoned Wind

As the physical and metaphysical are both a part of the whole, we are going to be dealing with the mundane today, and the grotesque

Of Prepubescent Profanity Tarts, Warming up for the Alternate NAMBLA Games

We have entered the zone of ‘how the mighty are falling’. Expect more revelations of even greater, stripped naked profiles, coming up. Apocalypse; uncovering, revealing

Concerning a Recent Visit from a Dear Friend

I’ve learned so much from my mistakes that I am seriously considering making a few more (grin)

Sailing on the Prevailing Wind of the Temporary

Sure, it can get cold and lonely on The Lonesome Highway but there are unexpected perks that go down when one gets past the probationary period

The Sesame Street Cookie Monster and the Architects of Evil

The sense of imminence concerning some large and terrible event, a government sponsored act of terrorism is making itself known to some number of us

The Shuffling Dream Zombies in the Dance of the Marionettes

Every theatre of being is like watching a sitcom rerun. Although it is ridiculous and possesses all the elements of gallows humor, it’s not funny. It’s not funny at all

Bypassing the Land of Curmudgeon and Chronic Compulsion

If you were seeking an ‘authentic’ spiritual haven, it’s been slim pickings, especially since most of the spiritual communities in these times are also filled with plotting and intrigues

Soros, the Khmer Rouge and the Harmonica Virgins

Maybe I’m not very nice bringing some of these things up but… by comparison with them I am as sweet as honey

Consciously Hosting the Presence of the Already Resident

Consciously Hosting the Presence of the Already Resident

I want to share one of my finer secrets with you today.

The Hideous Bacchanals of the Twisted Freaks in Power

The Hideous Bacchanals of the Twisted Freaks in Power

When law enforcement becomes worse, far worse, than the criminals they were once entrusted to monitor and apprehend, the nation is in deep bat guano.

Sticky Web Syndrome and the Dimensions of Dream

Observation pays proof to the phrase, “youth is wasted on the young”. The good news is, if you are walking the alternative dreamway mentioned, your youth could well return to you. Everyone else gets senility

9/11, ISIS, ISIL and the Black Art of the Reversed Kabala

A lot of dark entities have been brought on to the playing fields of the manifest plane through the medium of massive blood spills

Ebola Suicide Bombers and Ebola Bombers of Conscience

Don’t be a mindless pinball, doing no more than repeating the same mistakes, bouncing one way or the other off of fixed bumpers. The game is rigged. The table is inclined

Dancing with the Bride of Dracula at the Ebola Debutante’s Ball

Take heart in the fact that everything going on these days is all part of an extended demonstration of the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful

Not your Usual New Age Bad ET Advice

People constantly get tripped us by their presumptions on the meaning and makeup of what lies beyond their ken. It’s much better to say, “I don’t know” and let that be an end to it

Send them to Plum Island with Hannibal Lector

Nietzsche hit on the essence of it when he said one should not, “look overlong into the abyss”. The same as one should be mindful when pursuing monsters, not to become one

North Northwest of the Grind Factor

North Northwest of the Grind Factor

Look at some of the political flunky’s presently disporting upon the world’s stage. They are inextricably woven into the fabric of evil and damned activities

The Tweedle Dees and Tweedle Dums of the Dark Side

Kali Yuga is The Clean Up Zone. It’s where the population expands to a ridiculous number because everyone wants to be here for reasons they forgot as soon as they arrived

In the Garden, Quiet Morning, Alone with the Speaking Heart

Even in the quietest moments