I was virtually leafing through a news gathering site this morning. I didn\u2019t sleep last night. I had one of those riveting periods of integration with the one. It came as a result of relentless driving inwards and crying out. I was giving no quarter (grin) and I got what I was after, which is not always or even often the case but… I was intense. It paid off. I saw something that was very present but had been elusive to my inner eye. The power of the experience held me all through the night and it seemed only a short time before it was light out. Time was not playing by the usual rules. I had this happen on a drive from Italy. Hours went by like nothing and I was suddenly at my destination, with a speed that defied science and logic. I was impressed. My state of mind was severely altered at the time, not by any comestible but as a result of a series of supernatural experiences that preceded the journey; boy what a digression!<\/span><\/p>\n Anyway, I was virtually leafing through this site and, probably because of my state of mind, the experience was surreal; Texas (you don\u2019t mess with Texas), backed off from the porno-bot pedophiles at TSA (tits slits and asses). NATO (nasty, arrogant, totalitarian, oligarchs) are bombing Libya because Gadhafi wants a transnational African currency. Various AIPAC psychos are frothing at the mouth, there\u2019s another disinfo report on Iran about nuclear triggers and Egypt is opening the Rafah crossing this weekend. There was more. There is always more and it\u2019s all massive change rumbling at all levels. What do you do?<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m one individual. I\u2019m part of a group conscious awareness of these apocalyptic times. We are, mostly, unarmed witnesses of, not only, global but galactic change. It is as if the whole system that we have known has turned into a lurching drunk, who is reeling across the landscape, acting out from the lowest common denominator of rage and acquisition fueled, intoxication. It\u2019s a small house with a big drunk, people are looking to put some distance between themselves and this half conscious, mean drunk, bent on rapine and all those ill concealed lusts from the dark larder of the subconscious.<\/span><\/p>\n The drunk was more or less okay a few hours ago. He was charming, if a bit overbearing and he had an unpleasant way of brushing up against you, touching you, raising his eyebrows as if you might get the message. He\u2019s got an IMF rape card so there is a lot of latitude. The bouncers can\u2019t really throw him out because he is the system that employs them to bounce. Ordinarily he\u2019s just a moderately offensive dickhead but now he\u2019s got a load on. He\u2019s got a load on because everything he was up to for so long will no longer support his weight. That\u2019s why he\u2019s lurching, besides being drunk on all kinds of unpleasant things.<\/span><\/p>\n He might have been okay once, stable and composed of ideals that most everyone would agree were in the best interests of the majority but some kind of personality change happened because he wouldn\u2019t stop drinking. He morphed into an overblown caricature. He shit himself, lost his glasses and now he thinks if he just amps it up a bit he can move into a new dimension and the mental and emotional climate will adapt. He really should go to the bathroom and clean himself up but he\u2019s drunk. He\u2019s as pickled as The Queen Mother. You head off to the cemetery where the queen mother lies and you will find a collection of alkies with long metal straws inserted into the grave dirt looking for that truly dry martini.<\/span><\/p>\n You can\u2019t get stabilized if you keep drinking. You have to dry out but that can be an extraordinarily painful affair. Visible traversed those swamps once. There\u2019s nothing good going on down there. People who no longer care, hang out there with people who care far too much for all the wrong reasons and they\u2019re all drunk. Somebody threw a party under pretense, which turned out to be about something else and it\u2019s not a party anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n