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Reflections in a Petri Dish — April 26, 2014

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Ummmm… why hello there. I’d like to announce a shift in policy that I hope the general reader will take the opportunity to ignore, as they do most every other announcement, regardless of how precise or comprehensive it may be. This means that next time there is a shift in the blog locations and some amount of time is involved to achieve transitions, I won’t be announcing it. Subsequently, when emails pour in with some permutation of, “I know you said the sites might be down or unreachable for a short time but I can’t find them now, where are they?” Yes, that is very close to what was being asked on me in a good portion of the dozens of emails I received concerning our temporary hiatus in into nicht gefunden land. “Do I detect a touch of sarcasm in this portion of your posting, visible?” Hmmmm, you know what? Now that I think about it there is every possibility that that is the case. I wouldn’t swear to it but I get this sense, I get this sense that maybe… just maybe, that might be the case. It will pass though. It’s sort of like when women in the Victorian Age would get ‘the vapors’ because their corsets were pulled a little too tight on the back end. I don’t know if that’s similar to what happens to ballerinas with their pony tails. It might explain why Natalie Portman got a Oscar for that piece of execrable dreck; “The Black Swan”. I’m thinking the Academy Awards committee might have had their pony tails pulled a little too tight, especially The Bryan Singer Pederasty Society of the Protesting Virgins.
Did we call it here or did we call it? I believe we mentioned the sophomoric Photoshopping efforts by mass media in placing Russian spetznaters all over the Ukrainian landscape. This time it took all of a day for it to be debunked. This fantasy was brought to us courtesy of the same rag that the loathsome Judith Miller worked for when she ran the Iraq WMD scam on the public.
The most worthy Mr. Apocalypse is working the crowd in all the best of ways. Whether it’s exposing the head of the Injustice Department or blocking the First Lady of Botox from using an Oklahoma High School for a public relations stunt. He’s floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee.
We had a powerful sunspot go off yesterday but as has been usual, things like the just passed Cardinal Cross, amounted to less than zero in the scheme of things; or so it might appear at first sight. We’ve mentioned before that when cosmic forces align in a certain manner, indicating the arrival of conditions for massive change that it is not to be expected that events have to go down in that specific time period. What it means is that, like the sunspot, a certain energy configuration vibrated outward and then inserted itself into the precipitation machinery as an indice of things to come. No doubt I have used ‘indice’ improperly but that is the nature of things around here when it comes to bending words to fit a projected image of something that you are not going to find in the places where the word is properly used but doesn’t really amount to much. I hope that’s clear, or at least as clear as our having mentioned that the visible sites might be down for a period of time, as we did recently (grin).
Well, aside from the New York Times attempting to insert the Duck Dynasty patriarch into the Russian special forces operating on the Hollywood set version of the Ukrainian Zio- hijack problem, reaction, solution thing, we don’t have a lot to talk about, unless it’s the mysterious appearance of motor vehicles crashing into crowds, stores and people’s bedrooms, which has happened a lot recently, or sinking ferries or remotely hijacked planes sucked away on a cellphone tractor beam, operating out of some guys colon in Diego Garcia. Like they say, “It’s quiet… too quiet”.
Pedophile coverup artiste John- Paul- Ringo- George- the Second got all glittered up in a sequinned saint jumpsuit and in perfect symmetry, a gigantic crucifix dedicated to him, jumped off of its pedestal and crushed some guy who got too close to the action. This is to indicate that lies can hurt you if you believe in them and we’re going to see more and more inexplicable events of this nature and the number of those victimized en masse is going to get greater and greater because if you refuse to wake up you are going to get woke up by any means necessary.
I read a well written commentary of Joe Biden by a fellow writing an op ed piece in Pravda. As clear as it all must be to an uncompromising mind, it’s incredible, at this point that people are still being taken in. I suspect that giant, metaphorical cruci-fictions are falling on all kind of people at the moment; shattering both the statuary and the denial of the ones they are falling on. A wave of mass awakening can happen with amazing speed, watch for it. I tried to post a comment there and the result was there was no button that allowed me to post it and as often as I tried to refresh the page… the comments never came back either. Interesting.
In the tradition of Mr. Visible’s Nostrildamus projections, you will remember that we predicted that the hunger strike by the Mossad spy and agent provocateur in Cuba wasn’t going to go on for very long and a few days later we were proven to be correct. It’s an interesting article if you are the sort to read between the lines as we like to do around here. Maybe Netanyahoo can set up a prisoner swap of Pollard for Gross?
Here’s a fascinating phrenological profile of yet one more upper class sort engaged in ostensible charity philanderings. He looks like a real sweetheart, yeah? And… if you appreciate some Marks and Spenser cheesecake, you won’t want to miss this. Look closely at the medallion around his neck.
Yes… this is one of those all over the map postings; sort of incoherent and lacking in the sort of depth one comes here hoping for but I’m a little out of my depth at the moment and reduced to snatching a moment here and there to cobble together some kind of a communique before people begin to yell at me (grin). I’ve having to do a lot of juggling at the moment; trying to budget for all the things I need to acquire, besides what I can get for free by being sagacious and inquisitive; which can take a lot of time and, meanwhile, working through the day and being probably ten days away from having my own internet so… please bear with the paucity of articulation and insight that might be the case here for ‘ a short time’, which I’m not going to announce but I’ve already dealt with that… sort of.
Sometimes it can be a labor when you’re not a government operative and/or in tight with Bryan Singer (pun intended). You have to get very creative about the way you go about things because most doors are closed to you and so you have to troubleshoot your needs and dreaming operationals in an arcane manner. Still, you know? It doesn’t really matter, any of it. We take it as it comes and we go about in the mind set that it is all being taken care of, or will be when it needs to be and day by day it all comes into being and one day you look back on it all and it’s on to the next thing and that’s life, basically, doing whatever it is you do until you get called before the higher court to answer for it all. Most people don’t go through their days with this understanding uppermost in their minds but… I do; mostly because it is inescapably and unavoidably so, like it or not. That’s the thing about existence… you can like it or not like it. That doesn’t make any difference except in the way you feel about the inevitable; whether you actually consider it in that regard or prefer to ignore it because thinking about something in that way can very often compromise your ability to carry it out. This is because the writing on the wall begins to glow in flaming neon colors and you more or less have to pay attention.
Look for more and more weird stuff. You ain’t seen nothing yet AND… look for the Ukraine situation to explode any day now.
I saw a photo yesterday of the California farmlands. There was this vast stretch of symmetrical dirt rows and no sign of green anywhere. Food prices are rising daily into ever greater levels of public discomfort and this is going to get much, much worse. Once again, the general public is tra la la ing it down the garden path singing, “row.. row… row your boat etc” Just imagine all of the conditions converging on future moments and once again, ‘perfect storm’ comes to mind. The Ring of Fire is agitated and I’m not talking about Henry Kissinger’s haemorrhoids. I’m talking about inevitables that may not be on the clock, so as you could notice but are most definitely on the clock regardless.
Be alert and… if there is any one thing I could share with you that I think is important, it’s to make the effort to tune into the intuitive side of your nature and act accordingly.
End Transmission…….
We will try to get a radio broadcast up tomorrow evening.


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