September 22, 2023

Tesla, Mad Scientist or Gifted Idealist? You Choose.

On September 22nd, 1940, the New York Times ran an article on Nikola Tesla stating that he "stands ready to divulge to the United States Government the secrets of his 'teleforce' invention which would melt an airplane from 250 miles away." The article goes on to say that Tesla had a way of creating a beam of energy that could destroy a mountain, and this death machine could be up and running in three months.

Tesla had this idea during WWII, when he wanted to fight fascism. If it would have worked, maybe no need for the nuclear bombs of today(?)

I've written about Tesla before, and the guy was a genius who wanted to do good for the world, but because of his idealistic ways, was silenced by the system.  You see, before Tesla was working on a plan for fighting the Nazis, he had had a dream to provide 'free electricity' to the world; however, the plan wasn't liked by the Corporate Profiteers of the day who saw it as a threat to their existence, and so they pulled the plug on his finances, and when that wasn't enough, they assassinated his character.  

As a young man Tesla created an alternating current electrical-power producing system which was far superior to the direct current system being pushed by Thomas Edison, and when Tesla proved this to Edison, Edison fired Tesla and put him on the streets digging ditches until George Westinghouse came along and developed Tesla's alternating current system and eventually proved Edison was a wrong.  Eventually, Tesla connected with the big banker, JP Morgan, who saw profits from Tesla's proven success, and so backed Tesla until he saw Tesla was a threat to capitalism, and so, did what people with money do, cut off all Tesla's financing, and then, ran ads in the News Papers claiming that Tesla was a Mad Scientist out to rule the world; a definition that would stick with Tesla until the end.

And the end of this story is that Tesla lived in a hotel room in New York city for the rest of his life from money left to him by Westinghouse, the only banker who felt any remorse for the deeds done to Tesla, which of course, showing remorse never works for a capitalist, and so Westinghouse went bankrupt and his popular brand name entered the public domain. 

The character assassination done to Tesla was brutal.  His image was mocked in cartoons, as he was the prototype for the "mad scientist." 

Mad Scientist from the 40's
Mad Scientist from the 40's
Mad Scientist from the 50's


Mad Scientist of the 80's
Yes, Tesla was publicly assassinated by the greedy-profiteers with enough money to control the dialog. This is just the way it is, they control the message, control history, and control our pop-culture perception.  Tesla is an example of what happens to a scientist who gets in the way of profits.  The same things we saw with the tobacco companies in the 50's and 60's when science said smoking causes cancer, and the same thing we are seeing today with climate change.

This is the only conspiracy there ever was. 

Elon Musk Victory Cigar
And to add insult to injury, the ghost of Edison and Morgan live on today in Elon Musk, today's Corporate Raider who has taken over the free public information App, Twitter, and renamed it X, and not only allows hate talk which had been banned, but is no longer free for users. Sound familiar?  It should, Elon Musk is continuing the greed, and has even gone as far as to use Tesla's name to brand his electric car.  To the victor goes the spoils.

"We of today can only sit and wonder when a scientist has his say."

~~ Nikola Tesla

Also interesting, the FBI opened a file up on Tesla in 1940 after Tesla's article was published.  They kept watch on him up until the end.  In the FBI memo below, it is funny that after a bunch of airplane crashes, an FBI agent mentions an article he read about Tesla a few years earlier, and suggest they investigate him.  That's how it works.  Step out of line and they put a government spy on you.


~~ Dr TV Boogie

September 20, 2023

How To Survive Today's Technology, by EsoTerry

Life Before the Smart Phone.

The ancient philosopher Heracleitus said: "We live their death, and we die their life." 

He was talking about our souls.  

Philolaus said: "The soul is united with the body as if for the sake of punishment."

These ancient philosophers believed life was not something we asked for and fought like hell to avoid.  

Most Near Death survivors who have passed over to the other side, often tell of how they didn't want to return to this life, that the bright light, loving greeters, etc.., was a better place and they now can't wait to get back there.

"I discovered the Americas without a Smart Phone, no I really did. "

The list goes on:

“I think our lives are surely but the dreams
Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,
Who as we die, do one by one awake.”
Edgar Saltus, Poppies and Mandragora 

 “Life is fundamentally a mental state. We live in a dream world that we create. Whose life is truer, the rational man of action pursuing practical goals of personal happiness and wealth or the philosophic man who lives in a world of theoretical and metaphysical ideas? We ascribe the value quotient to our lives by making decisions that we score as either valid or invalid based upon our personal ethics and how we think and behave.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

 “ had probably been a long enough life. Yet suddenly it all seemed like an illusion, a dream that had happened to someone else. What an odd thing existence was.”
Kate Atkinson, Transcription

“Learn this, as we pass through the portico:
Fear nothing; there is nothing you can know!
And by these terraces and steps that gleam
Wintry, although the summer night is hot,
This—what we seek is never what we find!
Life is a dream, like love; and from the dream
If we may wake, we never find it what
We would; for the wisdom of a mightier mind
Leads us in its own ways
To a perfected praise.”
Aleister Crowley, Household Gods

And finally, Plato's allegory of the cave described life as a matrix where we are all trapped in a cave with images of reality before us, the trick is to turn around, breakaway, and run out of the cave to see what is really happening. Some believe drugs can break us free  ( warning: You only need to 'trip' once, and with a Shaman, not the weed-dealer down the street), others think religion can break us away from the cave, and still more, Football, but I personally doubt it.  The problem is, when we return to the others after leaving the cave, they have us committed for psychological review, they don't believe us for they are still chained to the wall being fed a false reality.  

What to do?  What to do? 

"I evolved into Man without a Smart Phone, no, I really did!"

Me thinks, a hot bath with soft music from a radio in the other room is a start.  Far away from our electronic devices.  For, these electronic devices are the tools Plato warned us about, they keep us strapped to a phony reality, and to escape the cave is to go a day without any of our electronic devices.  

When I was a six-year old kid in school back in 1967, I remember a teacher telling our class how lucky we were "for with all the new electronic devices being created," we would have more leisure time than anyone in history.  Today, I realize that lie of "more leisure time" she promised,never happened, and in reality, we have less time today than we ever have. You see, with each new electric device, be it a hand-held calculator, remote-control television, electronic doorbell, automatic answering machine, microwave oven, VHS home movies, home computer, faster home computer, faster, more portable home computer, a laptop, a cell phone, a cell phone computer, a cellphone computer in your ear....

What the f*&k! 

Before Smart Phone
After Smart Phone

We have more devices now than ever, and yet, less time. 

What's the answer, I don't know, but me thinks, we need to revisit Henry David Thoreau's Walden

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. (Walden, 3)

I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. (Walden, 323- 324)

~~ Eso Terry

September 18, 2023

The People's Superstitious Emperor, Domitian

Domitian Bust in Naples
It is September 18, and what I find most esoterically significant about this day is that it is the death of the Roman emperor Domitian, who died on this day in the year 96 CE.  First, he was from that time when the Roman emperors thought themselves a god, which as we know ended when the powers to be got tired of changing the temple statues with each knew emperor, and so created a capital G "God" to be worshiped under the cloak of "love" with each new bloody regime change, genocide, war, etc...  Yes, all those wonderful things the monolithic god has giving us in the name of love.

Like Julius Caesar, Domitian was another leader liked by the people, for as Caesar had done before him, Domitian improved the public bathrooms and lowered taxes by putting the burden of taxation where it belonged: on the rich.  And like Caesar, Domitian would be killed by the wealthy politicians (Senators) of the day who were pissed about being taxed to pay for social programs they weren't benefiting from, i.e., today's 1%ers.

Now, Domitian was no angel, he killed a lot of people he didn't trust and took advantage of the system, but the people didn't care because he taxed the rich to feed the poor, and built them a badass sports area called the Stadium of Domitian with daily gladiator violence.  He also improved roads and public showers, as well as protected the people with a large military buildup, which, he paid the men handsomely on their return from battle.  He also restored the Temple of Jupiter, one of the peoples gods of the days, as well as allowed all forms of worship including the Hebrews and the vegetarian Pythagoreans and Neoplatonist. What a guy! 

Over the last two-thousand years a lot has been written about Domitian, mostly how he was a superstitious, paranoid, Emperor who got what he deserved, which is bullshit, and the best summation I've read is from an old Look and Learn magazines from the 70's

One day in A.D. 95 the Emperor woke up in a state of fear and trembling. He had had a terrible dream, he told his attendants, in which a golden hump had sprouted from his back. Like all Romans, Domitian was very credulous, believing in any kind of portent or omen. This dream, he deduced, meant that the Roman Empire would be a far richer and happier place when he was gone, and that certainly turned out to be the truth.

Then, a little while later, a raven perched on the roof of the Capitol, the building where the statue of Jove (Jupiter) was kept.  Someone said that it croaked out the words “All will be well” before flying off.  That, decided the Roman populace, must be a portent – and it was left to a wag to explain it thus:

“There was a raven, strange to tell,
Perched upon Jove’s own gable, whence
He came to tell us ‘All is well’ –
But used, of course, the future tense.”

Superstitious Domitian added up all these things in his mind and was convinced that some day soon he would be assassinated. Roman soothsayers were even able to indicate the date when influences would be particularly bad, when someone, the Emperor deduced, would kill him.  A long time ago, he remembered, his own father, Vespasian, had teased him openly at dinner for refusing a dish of mushrooms.  “It would be more in keeping with your destiny to be afraid of swords,” his father jibed.

Daily, the Emperor became more jittery. The gallery where he was accustomed to pace up and down in the mornings was now lined with plaques of highly-polished moonstone, which reflected everything that happened behind his back. To remind his staff that even the best intentions could never justify an official’s complicity in his master’s murder, he executed his secretary, who had reputedly helped the former Emperor Nero to commit suicide after everyone else had deserted him.

Suddenly Rome was engulfed by continuous storms. Domitian cried out: “Let the Almighty strike wherever he pleases!” He was convinced that all the bad weather portended his own death. The Almighty, or at least his lightning, did strike everywhere, too, including the palace and Domitian’s own bedroom. A hurricane wrenched the inscription plate from the base of one of the Emperor’s triumphal statues and what some people might describe as faulty workmanship was at once attributed to the growing nearness of Domitian’s death.

And the Romans, who knew how to get rid of evil Emperors, were as convinced as was Domitian that he must soon die.  The only questions were as to who would do the killing and on what final pretext.  Both were speedily answered.  On a whim the Emperor suddenly ordered the death of his half-witted cousin, the consul Flavius.  That was enough for the Romans.

The Triumph of Titus

A group of conspirators got together and debated whether it would be better to murder Domitian in his bath or at dinner.  Before the question was resolved they were approached by Stephanus, a steward at the palace, who offered his services.  Stephanus had been accused of embezzlement and therefore was particularly anxious for the Emperor’s death.  He was chosen to do the murder.

For several days Stephanus feigned an arm injury and went around with a dagger concealed in the woollen bandages. Then, when he knew that Domitian was about to take a bath, he went to Parthenius, the Emperor’s valet, and told him that he had discovered a plot against Domitian’s life and must speak to the Emperor at once about it.

Parthenius hurried to tell Domitian, who dismissed his attendants and told the valet he would see Stephanus in the Imperial bedroom.  There Stephanus produced a list of names and while the Emperor was reading it Stephanus suddenly produced the dagger hidden in his bandages and stabbed Domitian in the groin.

In an alcove in the bedroom a slave boy was attending to the household-gods, which was his usual evening duty, and it was he who later described the assassination, which he witnessed, in great detail.

As soon as the first blow was struck, the Emperor grappled with Stephanus and screamed at the boy to hand him the dagger which was kept under his pillow, and then run for help.  The boy did as he was told, but the dagger proved to have no blade and the door to the servants’ quarters was locked.

Domitian fell on top of Stephanus and they both rolled on the floor.   But another door to the bedroom was unlocked and suddenly opened, bringing more conspirators to the aid of Stephanus.  There were four of them: Clodianus, an officer; Maximus, who was a servant of the valet Parthenius; Satur, a palace official, and one of the Imperial gladiators.  With their daggers they stabbed Domitian to death.

The Emperor’s body was taken away on a litter by the public undertakers, who buried the common people, and cremated by his old nurse in her garden on the Latin Way.  She was one of the few who mourned Domitian; the rest of Rome went wild with joy.

Or did they?  I mean, who wrote the history?

~~ Dr TV Boogie

Domitian Bust in Esoteria



September 13, 2023

Copernicus, the Flat Earth, and You.

Today, let's talk about Nicolas Copernicus. He was born in Prussia on January 19th, 1472.  Some stories say he was born a fortunate son from a wealthy family, other stories say he was a regular guy like you and me.  Whatever the case, this guy studied philosophy and medicine at Cracow University, but as history has proven, his heart wasn't in his studies there and so after receiving a doctorate in medicine, he moved to Italy to meet the most famous astronomer of the day, Regiomontanus, who was the guy who figured out how to use the moon for navigating a ship, which was probably common knowledge in the day, but Regiomontanus was the first guy to get a hold of newly invented Gutenberg printer, and so printed his works before the others knew what hit them -- kind of like what Steve Jobs and Bill Gates did to IBM in the early days of Computing, but I digress.  

After spending some deep conversations with Regiomontanus, Copernicus moved back to Prussia and devoted himself to the study of astronomy where he observed, compared, and capitulated, until finally, creating his Copernican system, which was written in six volumes and would become known as “On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres,” which explained how the Earth and other planets rotated around the Sun. 

Yes, the Earth wasn’t flat like the political/religious flakes of the day were saying.  No, and Copernicus had the math to prove it, or well,  some very cool drawings.  Now, Copernicus' mom didn't raise too many fools in the family, and so Copernicus, Coper-spiciously, went underground with his book, that is to say, kept it esoteric and only showed it to like-minded progressives for fear he would be, well, castrated, and then beheaded by the religious leaders of the day.  That's for real, look it up, those bastards didn't mess around when it came to blasphemous freethinkers not toting the line, kind of like not kneeling down, or wait, kneeling down today at an American Football game at the wrong time, if you know what I mean; you see Copernicus was the Kaepernick of his day, and so walked around showing his book in secret, until finally, after nine years, he was convinced to publish it by a good friend -- probably over a few too many drinks I'm guessing -- and so he did, and to cover his ass, he dedicate it to Pope Paul III, which was a smooth move because the guys running the printing presses thought they were printing a book approved by Pope Paul III, which in the end didn't matter because Copernicus was struck down with a bad case of dysentery, yes, diarrhea, which was no laughing matter in 1543 because it led to a stroke, and so as they showed Copernicus his freshly printed book, all he could do was smile, and die.  That was May 24th, 1543.  And if you read that date esoterically, you have 5-4-3-2-1 blastoff, the modern world is here.

Now, the Copernican model which predicted the planetary positions as they really are today, would be verified in the future by braniacs such as Galileo Galilei, who, after reading Copernican's book and looking at the stars in the sky with a telescope, had had enough of the pretending shit and so said out loud what everyone knew in their minds, which of course, landed Galileo in a jail for the rest of his life, and so now when you visit a friend in jail, you can say, "Historically, you are keeping good company."

Finally, what Copenicus had theorized, wasn't original, in early Hindu text, according to Markanday and Srivatsava, the earth was of a spherical shape. Then there was Aristarchus of Samos, the ancient Greek astronomer who in 220 BCE presented the first know heliocentric model that placed the Sun at the center of the known universe, who it is believed got his idea from Anaxagoras who in 428 BCE, thought the same thing out loud and was charged with impiety and forced into exile to spend the rest of his life alone in a gave, without a TV.  Conversely, Aristotle and Pythagoras had suggested the earth was round in a few of their lectures, and still, to say it out loud, got you in trouble with the god police. 

Finally, in closing, let's not forget that as Copernicus was walking around town in Italy around 1490, you can bet that another Italian, sir Christopher Columbus, was listening, they may even have had a few conversations over a few beers, I can hear their conversation now:

Copernicus:  "You see Christopher, you can sail your ship out west as far as you like and you will not fall of the Earth, because the Earth isn't flat."

Columbus: "No shit, every sailor can see the Earth is not flat, you see the house and mountain rises from top to bottom as you approach a city.  If the Earth flat, you would see it all at once.  Please don't tell the Queen, I'm working a deal with her." 

So, Copernicus, Galileo, and Christopher Columbus, each knew the Earth was round, and you should too. 

~~ Dr TV Boogie



September 11, 2023

Tom Brady and Gesele the Witch.

The opening week of football, hurray, autumn is coming and soon, as our ancient ancestor knew, the veil between the heavens and earth will be thin and spirits from the other-side will be close at hand.  Yes, the witching season, and speaking of witch -- pun intended, did you see that Tom Brady has retired from football after twenty-three seasons and seven Super Bowl wins; yes, the greatest quarterback to ever play the game of American Football, which is why he is called the G.O.A.T (Greatest Of All Time) -- not to be confused with Baphomat, the Sabbatic Goat worshiped by the Knights Templar, or is he?... Seems some think so. 

That's right, conservative radio host Rick Wiles -- and many other Christian talk guys and girls -- are saying the former wife of Brady, Gisele Bundchen, is a witch, and after reading today's blogpost, don't be surprised to find out you are too. 

The conservative talk guy, Rick Wiles, says:

“It’s obvious Tom Brady has no spiritual discernment at all. It’s obvious that he’s spiritually lost. He’s being led through life by a witch. He thinks it’s cute. He thinks it’s — pardon the pun — charming. And he thinks it works, because he keeps winning.”

Wiles goes on to say the country as a whole is embracing Satan and “crazy juice,” instead of God and the Bible.  

Okay, so let's see why Wiles calls Gesele, the former Super Model, a witch.  

The Married to a Witch accusation seems to have begun when Brady the GOAT said in an interview:

"I've learned a lot from my wife over the years. She's so about the power of intention, and believing things that are really going to happen and she always makes a little altar for me at the game, because she just wills it so much. So she put together a little altar for me that I could bring with pictures of my kids."

Okay, the "altar" thing is the catch phrase I am assuming caused Conservative Talk Guy to say, "Brady is being led through life by a witch."

And, well, he might be right, and if he is, so what? What's wrong with being a witch?  Since when is that a bad thing?  

The witch in question, Gisele Bündchen, met Tom Brady the GOAT in December 2006—a year after breaking up with Leonardo DiCaprio— Gisele and the GOAT were set up on a “blind date” by their mutual friend Ed Razek, the former CMO of Victoria’s Secret’s parent company and much-criticized mastermind of its Angels. The minute Bündchen laid eyes on Brady at West Village wine bar Turks & Frogs, “I knew right away,” she told this magazine in 2009

At this time Brady the GOAT had only won three Super Bowls and could have retired with the same accolades as other Hall of Fame quarterbacks such as Troy Aikman, Terry Bradshall, and Joe Montana.  Three Super Bowls wins as a quarterback gets you in every time.  But after hooking up with Gisele, Brady was just getting started, in the year they married he threw an unprecedented 50 touchdown passes and led New England to the first 16–0 regular season in history.  Then he went on to be in seven more Super Bowls, and win four more.

In a 2019 Vanity Fair interview article, Gisele gives her side of the story. She tells us how she energizes her home with solar power, grows her own food, does yoga, meditates, has rescue dogs, believes in guardian angels, has tarot cards, and most damning of all, burns incense on an altar.  

The article goes on to state how Gisele used to believe in fairy tales, but not anymore. “No one is going to come save you,” Bündchen says. “Never give your power away to nobody. This is your life. This is your movie. You are the director on it. If you want to call me a witch because I love astrology, I love crystals, I pray, I believe in the power of nature, then go ahead.”

Yes friends, Gisele is a witch, and well, so are we.
Even Bozo says: "I'm a witch boys and girls!"
~~ Eso Terry 

September 9, 2023

Atlantis, Plato, Today.


In case you missed the news, the lost continent of Atlantis has been found.  

Plato wasn't bullshitting when he spoke of the land called Atlantis, where a mighty empire vanished beneath the waves after a series of “excessively violent earthquakes and floods.” 

Douwe van Hinsbergen, a geologist at Utrecht University in the Netherlands, has been exploring one of the most dramatic of these lost continents — known as Greater Adria. In a paper published in September 2019, in the journal Gondwana Research, he and his colleagues studied rocks around and beneath the Mediterranean Sea to reveal the full extent of Greater Adria for the first time. “It’s enormous! About the size and rough shape as Greenland,” he says.

If you don’t recall seeing Greater Adria on a map, there’s a reason for that. It is completely buried — not under the ocean, but beneath southern Europe. About 140 million years ago, the two continents began to collide. Greater Adria got bulldozed and buried in the process and mostly sank beneath what is now Italy, Greece and the Baltics.

 So pull out your crystals boys and girls, because from Plato to Edgar Casey to Isaac Asimov people have been telling us about the lost city of Atlantis, where everyone was rich and took care of each other.  Funny, how the finding of this continent comes at a time when "Climate Change," "Over Population," and "Greed" have given us a distressed world where people are killing people for fame and "hate-thy-neighbor" is on the tongue of most nations.

So, what am I saying here?  

Simple:  change is a coming, a good, happy, New Atlantis... which includes medical care for all and free education.  Okay, so you 1%ers will have to downsize your five-thousand square feet homes down to something more manageable like, say a forty-five-thousand square foot bungalow.  I mean, how many rooms does your kid's hamster need?

The Tale

According to the Egyptians, or rather what Plato described Critias reporting what his grandfather was told by Solon who heard it from the Egyptians, once upon a time, there was a mighty power based on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. This empire was called Atlantis, and it ruled over several other islands and parts of the continents of Africa and Europe.

Atlantis was arranged in concentric rings of alternating water and land. The soil was rich, said Critias, the engineers technically accomplished, the architecture extravagant with baths, harbor installations, and barracks. The central plain outside the city had canals and a magnificent irrigation system. Atlantis had kings and a civil administration, as well as an organized military. Their rituals matched Athens for bull-baiting, sacrifice, and prayer.

But then it waged an unprovoked imperialistic war on the remainder of Asia and Europe. When Atlantis attacked, Athens showed its excellence as the leader of the Greeks, the much smaller city-state the only power to stand against Atlantis. Alone, Athens triumphed over the invading Atlantean forces, defeating the enemy, preventing the free from being enslaved, and freeing those who had been enslaved.

After the battle, there were violent earthquakes and floods, and Atlantis sank into the sea, and all the Athenian warriors were swallowed up by the earth.
So there you have it boys and girls, sounds a little like the Russian/Ukraine war going on right now.  I guess Plato was right when he said, "Only the dead have seen the end of war." 
~~ Dr TV Boogie

September 6, 2023

An 1882 Look At The 21st Century's Short Attention Span

I am going to ask you to put down your 21st Century Attention Span -- which research says is now less than that of a "goldfish" -- and read the following article written in 1883 by Annie Besant in her "Our Corner" publication.  I'll give you the esoteric significance afterwards. 

Peeps through a Microscope

It is startling to think how the universe has increased in size for us during the last 200 years. When Galileo roamed, a boy, through Florentine streets, his “large eyes full of speculation” gazed questioning at sky and earth, at stars that were mere far-off lamps hanging from the firmament, at the surface of land and water. He dreamed not of the realms of space, world-peopled, rolling around him, of the realms of minutest beauty in the air he breathed, in the earth he trod on, in the water that sparkled before his eyes. When Galileo died, his telescope had swept the boundary of the visible out of sight backwards into space, his microscope had lifted the veil that hid from man daintiness of beauty more exquisite than fancy had ever given to fay or elf. The old man dying, blind from long work or from Inquisition torture—darkness hangs over the cause of this pathetic blindness of the star-gazer—left to the world new eyes wherewith to see. 

This “world of the minute” made visible to us by the microscope is one of the most fascinating foreign countries into which it is possible to travel. And it has this great advantage over more commonplace lands, that you can journey all over it with very little expense, and without moving away from your favorite chair in your study. Besides, if you meet any very pleasant acquaintances among the natives of the land, you need not part with them, but can just put them by in a box, and renew your conversation with them whenever you please. Every study corner should have a microscope set on a steady table—a small table with thick legs is the best—in a good light. The first cost would be amply repaid by the good temper, bright interest, pure recreation that would flow perennially from that corner, and many a healthy walk would be taken to find “specimens” for evening work.  

Let me introduce to you, readers mine, some of the curious folk who live in this foreign land. And, as some of the wiser will try to see for themselves, instead of through my eyes, I will let you into the secret of how to find your way there for yourselves. 

The first thing we will peep at may be found in water. Put a few flowers in a glass of water, and leave them there till the water is discolored—discolored sounds better, more scientific, than dirty; take a clean slip of glass (a “slide”), and put on it a drop of the greenish water; take a “cover-glass” in your left hand, a needle in your right; rest the edge of the cover-glass against the edge of the drop and support the free side on the needle, and then let the cover-glass gently down, so that you get the water spread out evenly, and no air-bubbles in it. Now place the slide on the stage of the microscope and take a peep. 

The first inhabitant to which I introduce you often passes so swiftly across the field of the microscope that, as you realize his presence, he has disappeared. A will-o’-the-wisp of a thing, most aggravating to the novice, who sees a whirlwind, with a darkish space in the middle, shoot across and vanish. If we look for a little clump of vegetable matter, however, we shall probably find some of our friends busy there, moving in and out, round and round it, and so we can get a better view of them. If still they are too active, we can put a drop of tincture of iodine on one side of the cover-glass, and a little bit of blotting-paper on the other side, so as to draw the iodine under the glass, and as the brown fluid touches our lively friends all movement will cease, and you will see something like Fig. 1. 

This granular fringed object is one of the living things that hover on the limits of the animal and vegetable worlds, and is a member of a very large class, the INFUSORIA, so named because they are found in infusions of vegetable matter. The animal consists of a single cell, a wall enclosing semi-fluid contents. The wall, or ectosarc, is a thin delicate cuticle, and from this grows out the fringe of hairs, or cilia, to the continual motion of which is due the whirlwind noted above. The cilia sweep the animal along, and they also make currents which catch up all the little particles of matter suspended in the water round them, and drive these up towards the mouth, a. The semi-fluid contents are the endosarc, finely granular protoplasm, and in this at d is the nucleus, or endoplast, of more aggregated protoplasm, within which again is a small nucleus, the nucleolus or endoplastule. As the food is driven into the mouth and passes down the gullet it gets rolled into little balls, c, and these, each one surrounded by water, are 

in turn suddenly pushed into the endosarc, and travel slowly through it along a definite path, the innutritive part being finally ejected through the cuticle. At b is a remarkably interesting organ, the contractile vesicle, a structure probably respiratory in function, and allied to the complex water-vascular system of higher animals. As we watch this open space we see it suddenly contract and disappear, and then it again slowly opens, and again suddenly contracts, this rhythmical movement being constant. At its full expansion only the cuticle intervenes between it and the water, and as it contracts delicate radiating canals are seen to go off from it and to be charged with liquid. Thus the contractile vesicle acts like a water-lung, the water, carrying oxygen in solution, passing in through the cuticle....

Okay, gentle readers, I'll end the article here since it's definitely too wordy for our 21 Century Attention Span, and if you stuck it out this far, you must be itching to check you iPhone -- I am! You can read the full 1883 article written by Annie Besant on, conversely, I will tell you that she goes on in her article to show reproducing cells, or "Vorticella" cells and its "pranks" under the microscope -- how exciting.

So what is esoteric about this?  A few things: First, this 1882 article shows how far we've sunk in our brains, and with our shortening attention spans, there can be little doubt that in another hundred years we will be nothing more than mindless bodies being fed information from a storage devise.  Secondly, with the thousands of exoplanets being found daily in a Goldilocks Zone with water and plant life, how can anyone think there is not other life out there, life far more advanced than ours in the 13.787 billion years the universe has been developing.  Are we not but spiraling fission between earth and heaven on a slide of class under another dimension's microscope? Obviously we are!!! 

I'll now return you to your iPhone and google maps.  Enjoy your day!

~~ Dr TV Boogie


September 4, 2023

My Madame Blavatsky Labor Day Story

In the late 1800s, many Americans toiled 12 hours a day, seven days a week, often in physically demanding, low-paying jobs. Children worked too, on farms and in factories and mines. Conditions were often harsh and unsafe.

It was in this context that American workers held the first Labor Day parade, marching from New York’s City Hall to a giant picnic at an uptown park on Sept. 5, 1882.

The America Labor movement had begun and over the next century we would see a minimum wage, 40 hour work week, child protection laws, etc...

Personally, I celebrate Labor Day by relaxing and hiding from the world.  It's MY day.  I do this for my grandmother, who in her early twenties, back in 1922, had the misfortune of working in a Detroit auto-factory where one of the giant presses skipped a beat and took three fingers off her right hand.  A hand you wouldn't see because she kept it hid behind her purse, or wore gloves whenever possible.  

I can't imagine the pain she must have felt that day as they took her away screaming with a greasy rag over her hand.  She didn't speak much about the accident, but she did speak about the employer who gave her a one-week's pay before letting her go because she no longer had two good hands.  That was all she got.  She would join in labor strikes after that, showing off her hand as a reason to fight for justice from greedy employers who choose profits over worker's safety.

Why am I writing about Labor on an Esoteric blog?  Truth is, the Esoterics have always been for workers.

For example, the argument that, Pythagoras and his students were for the workers of the day can be made by his philosophy that the basic property of numbers was expressed in the harmonious interplay of opposite pairs, and that, harmony assured the balance of opposite forces.  This obviously means there must be a balance between the workers and the profiteers.

Freemasons like Uriah Stephens who created a "brotherhood" to bring together every laborer, mechanic, and artisan who desired professional improvement, was founded in 1869, and was inspired by the ritual and lessons he himself had learned as a Mason in his Philadelphia Lodge. 

Probably the greatest testament to esoterist involvement in Worker's Rights is none other than Madame Blavatsky.  That's right, the woman who gave us the Secret Doctrines which is the foundation for most esoteric studies today, was also a supporter of worker's rights. 

Annie Besant was a Theosophist who studied under Blavatsky during the last years of Blavatsky's life.  In her biography, Besant gives a written documentation of Madame Blavatsky's support of the early labor movement in England.  Besant writes, "Thus was ushered in 1889, the to me never-to-be-forgotten year in which I found my way 'Home,' and had the priceless good fortune of meeting, and of becoming the pupil of, H.P. Blavatsky." 

Besant goes on to explain her personal growth in Spiritualism from her studies with Blavatsky, but also tells of her involvement in fighting for the working class people, more precisely, the "Female Labor" called the Matchmaker Girls, which Besant called "White Slavery" in an article in which she points out: "A typical case is that of a girl of sixteen, a piece-worker; she earns 4s(English Shillings) a week... out of the earnings 2s. a week is paid for the rent of one room.  The child lives only on bread and butter and tea, alike for breakfast and dinner...." 

Besant's article title "White Slavery" got the girls fired and Besant sued for libel.  The factory owner won the law suit by paying the workers to lie, and painting Besant as an evil atheist -- worked everytime in 1882.  Without jobs the workers were thrown out on the streets and Besant trashed in the newspapers.  Still, Besant wanted to give the woman a home filled with "comradeship, and self-respecting freedom."  This is where H.P. Blavatsky steps in. 

Besant writes in her autobiography: "On August 15th it (the women's home) was opened by Madame Blavatsky, and dedicated by her to the brightening of the lot of hardworking and underpaid girls...Very tender was H.P.B.'s heart to human suffering, especially to that of women and children.  She was very poor towards the end of her earthly life, having spent all on her mission, and refusing to take time from her Theosophical work to write for the Russian papers which were ready to pay highly for her pen.  But her slender purse was swiftly emptied when any human pain that money could relieve came in her way.  One day I wrote a letter to a comrade that was shown to her, about some little children to whom I had carried a quantity of country flowers, and I had spoken of their faces pinched with want.  The following note came to me:

    My Dearest Friend, I have read your letter...and my heart is sick for the poor little ones! Look here; I have but 30s. of my own money of which I can dispose (for as you know I am a pauper, and proud of it), but I want you to take them and not say a word.  This may buy thirty dinners for thirty poor little starving wretches, and I may feel happier for thirty minutes at the thought.  Now don't say a word, and do it: take them to those unfortunate babies who loved your flowers and felt happy.  Forgive your old uncouth friend, useless in this world!

                                                                             Ever yours, 




That's my Madame Blavatsky Labor Day story.  On an interesting note, I will leave you with this passage written by Annie Besant about her work in 1882.  It was written over a hundred and forty years ago, but seems like something written today.  

     This branch of our work led to a big fight -- a fight most happy in its results.  At a meeting of the Fabian Society, Miss Clementina Black gave a capital lecture on Female Labor, and urged the formation of a Consumers' League, a pledged only to buy from shops certificated 'clean' from unfair wage....

~~ Eso Terry 

September 2, 2023

Jimmy Buffett's Power of Suggestion, and Death Took a Break in 1752, I Have the Proof!

It's Labor Day Weekend, and well, another example of the Power of Suggestion. 

I have written about this before, how people have said things lightly which ended up being premonitions of their deaths.  Sports players, airplane pilots, famous writers, etc., have all done it publicly.  In college I got accepted in a Nondisciplinary Graduate program at the University of Texas, my study was titled: The Power of Suggestion In Song.  I wrote about how the popular Southern Rock band, Lynyrd Skynyrd's, airplane crashed killing the lead singer shortly after the release of an album with them burning in flames on the cover, and one of the songs was titled: "The Smell of Death."  The band was on their way to the opening show in Dallas when their plane went down.  The album cover was changed to not show the men burning in flames. 

Flames Cover Removed after Death.
A similar thing happened to John Lennon in 1980.  He had just released an album with a song called, "I Had to Let it Go."  In the song he said he was, "No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go...." The song became a rock-station hit while they were burying John. 

And now, for this Labor Day Weekend, I read this morning that Jimmy Buffett, the Margaritaville singer with a religious following of Parrot Heads, died just in time for his Labor Day Weekend.  I didn't think much of it until I found myself singing one of his songs while I was making my breakfast tea:

Headin' out to San FranciscoFor the Labor Day weekend showI got my Hush Puppies onI guess I never was meant for glitter rock 'n' rollAnd honey, I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so
The song is titled: Come Monday.  And yes, a coinkydink at the very least, but he has, "Headed out for the Labor Day Weekend," as the song says, and of course, he now knows that he is "...missin'" her so.  Now if that's not Esoteric I don't know what is?
The other Esoteric thing I want to mention today is that on September 2nd of 1752, England and its American colonies switched to the Julian calendar, dropping the Gregorian calendar.  To do this, eleven days disappeared and so they went from September 2nd of 1752 to September 14th, and simply skipped the eleven days in-between.  So, in all reality, Death took a vacation in England and the American colonies from September 3rd to September 13th of 1752.  That's right, no one died in England or its colonies between September 3rd and the 13th of 1752.  Google it!

~~ Eso Terry

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