Wednesday

No one is safe baby! It's Halloween!

Martian Luther "Boo!"
It's Halloween, finally.  So many thoughts of this day creeping around in my mind.  Like, why was the protestant church born on this day of all days?  For it was on this day in the year 1521 that Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses which condemned the Roman Catholic Church and so began the protestant movement.  Would not this professor of biblical interpretation at the University of Wittenberg Germany know the significance of posting his 95 revolutionary theses on the door of the Castle Church on this "November Eve day?"  Of course he did!

Just as the Catholic Church itself knew the importance of this day which the Celtics celebrated as the beginning of the new year and called Samhain, for "summer goes to rest, the turning of the year when winter begins,"  the Catholics built their church converting the attendees at this "feis of Samain" by changing it to the festival of All Saints.   Those who didn't convert were then called Witches and Devils. And so, what once was a beautiful day of celebrating Summer's Harvest, became the backbone of the Christian Faith, more precisely, the Christian Festival of the Dead.

In his book "Halloween," Mark Oxbrow reminds us:  Either the Catholic Church saw the pagan feis of Samain as a direct threat that had to be eradicated and decided to replace it with a Holy festival or alternatively the dedication of the festival of All the Saints on November 1st was purely coincidental.  The truth may, in fact, be altogether more interesting and unexpected....Hallow Tide, the festival of All Saints or All Hallows, begins with its eve, Hallowe'en: it was appointed a festival in the seventh century, when the Pantheon in Rome was dedicated by the Church to the memory of the Virgin Mary and All Martyrs.  The date at that time was May 1st, but in the year 837 November the 1st was chosen as more suitable time for this observance.  This date synchronized with Samhuinn, the great autumn festival of the Celts; 'all the gods of the world, from sunrise to sunset, were worshipped on that day.'

...Its rites were destined to ensure the consecration of gathered fruits and crops, the purification from evil influences by fire, and communion with and commemoration of the dead. The chief features in Scotland were bonfires, divination, saining, and the ceremonial lighting of the neid fire.  As spirits were believed to roam abroad on Hallowe'en they might then be questioned about future destiny, or compelled, under certain spells, to restore those who had fallen under their power. 

Now, folks, the question has to be asked?  Who's day is this with pumpkins and devils and rotting pumpkins?   This day condemned by the right-wing fundamentalist Christian leaders wanting to steal your soul from truth?  You got it:  The False Religion.  The male dominated religion that feared the woman priest of the early faiths.  The Pumpkin-heads.

Surely, Martin Luther knew this when he began his Protestant Reformation; as well as did the Catholic faith when they dedicated this beautiful day to their dead saints.  And as I light my druid candle fire this November Eve, I want to remind you there is only good and evil, light and dark, truth and lies.   And, as I have said so many times before, by following these Christians lies, we are following evil.  On this November Eve, brethren, take a step back and think about it.  Think about how the Christian dominated world has done nothing but corrupt though the ages.  Instead of giving us enlightenment it has given us greed, wars, poverty and lies.  And then, like the Republican politicians of the day, blames it on the devil.  The devil they created.  The devil they serve.  The devil they are.


Yes, everything you think you know is wrong and until we wake up and honor the real gods again, and ask for their help, we are doomed to the world we have.

It's hard I know.  To break away from the Christian faith is hard.  It took me years.  This is the night to do it.  Good luck.

Join me next Halloween when we expose the Muslim faiths for their race to the bottom with the Christians.  (No one is safe baby!  It's Halloween!)

Dr TV Boogie

Tuesday

Another Good Christian Speaks Out!



I read stories like this and remember why I once was a Christian:

Methodist pastor interrupts Sessions, quotes Bible, gets escorted out of room

.... 

A Methodist pastor from Massachusetts was escorted out of the room today after interrupting Attorney General Jeff Sessions to question the Trump administration’s immigration policies.

Sessions was speaking at the Boston Lawyers chapter of the Federalist Society when a man, later identified as United Methodist Pastor Will Green of Ballard Vale United Church in Andover, Mass., interrupted with quoted lines from the Bible.

“I was hungry and you did not feed me. I was a stranger and you did not welcome me. I was naked and you did not clothe me,” Green said. “Brother Jeff, as a fellow United Methodist I call upon you to repent, to care for those in need, to remember that when you do not care for others, you are wounding the body of Christ.”

The pastor was then escorted from the room. Another pastor, identified as Darrell Hamilton of First Baptist Church of Boston, also addressed Sessions and was escorted out.


Now, I get my fix on route 66, or should I say the "Chilling Adventures of Sabrina" now playing on Netflix.

Monday


 So it is October 28th.  Three days before Halloween.  No big deal... or is... it? 

It is! 

First of all, Halloween as we know it began with the bloody Celts and was called Samuin.   In a tale known as "The Wasting Sickness of Cu Chulaind and the Only Jealousy of Emer' the annual assembly at Mag Muirthemni was held over Samuin.

Each year the Ulaid held an assembly: the three days before Samuin and the three days after Samuin and Samuin itself.  They couldn't get enough Halloween it seems.

They would gather at Mag Muirthemni, and during these seven days there would be nothing but meetings and games and amusements and entertainments and eating and feasting.  That is why the thirds of Samuin are as they are today! 

In his awesome book "Halloween,"  Mark Oxbrow recants for us:

...As well as meetings, games, entertainments and copious amounts of drinking and feasting Samuin was marked by attacks by strange supernatural women....

So boys and girls, enjoy today as the beginning of the Thirds of Samuin.  Or should I say, the thirds of Halloween! 

Booo... Hurray!!!... Hiss.... Peace...  Love... Forever!!!




Sunday

A message to my Republican Friends.

Sure looks crazy to me.  The right-wing nuts have been so emboldened by the Donald Trump mobs that eleven people were killed in a synagogue yesterday by a mad-man with a ton of weapons and Make America Great Again hat.  

A day before this, another right-wing nut sent pipe-bombs to popular Democrats such as former president Obama, liberal actor Robert De Niro, and the main-stream media giant, CNN.  None of them went off, and so the real Fake News outlets have been allowed to say that the Democrats have mailed the packages to themselves to gain sympathy from the voters in the upcoming mid-term elections, and the 30 percent Republican Mob following Donald Trump believes it.  


 Is this the government anyone wanted?  The conservatives can't win any elections on their true message to do away with the government programs -- not government spending, they never seem to mind that when they are in control --  such as welfare, EPA, Social Security, and the Post Office. Gone are the days when they ran on truth.  

I use to think that they would go away, now I see they won't.  The 30 percent mob is going to have their way to protect the Fake News because the Fake News benefits the rich.   The rich are paying less taxes than ever, the national debt is skyrocketing, and jews are being shot in their synagogues while liberals are being sent pipe-bombs.  

Well done America.   Well done.

On a brighter note...  election in two weeks!   

Finally a message to my Republican friends:  stay home this election, you're conscious will thank you.  This is a land of laws and truth.  Without laws and truth, we will surely all fail.   Your party is dealing in neither truth or law today.  Clean it up!

~ Dr Boogie



Friday

vote, then meditate

A wise monk was once asked if the world would get better if we all shared everything.  Would there then be no reason to kill and lie?  

In plain monkness, he answered:  'No.' 

Simple?  

Yes.  The pupil went on.  

"Why you say that! What's wrong with you!"

Monk:  "Humans will be humans and can not control anything but themselves.  So just don't kill or lie asshole.  Jeeze, what's wrong with you people.  Leave me alone.  I need to meditate." 

And so the monk did, he meditated, but later that night, a new spirit evolved.  More evil than any before.  It had no feeling for others.  It boast of its worldly goods.  It wanted everything, but had nothing.  It was scared but hid its fear by denouncing the things it didn't understand.  And the monk thought:  "Fuck this, I need to do something." 

And so he registered to vote and voted.  

So vote.  

~ The Monkster


Thursday

The only hate in America is fake news.


So it is election time of year and you're wondering who's winning?  The Russians.  Here's how:

In 1959, the Soviets created a new disinformation section within the First Chief Directorate of the KGB that was initially know as Department D and later became Service A.   Its staff of fifty officers had the task of undermining the will of government and people in the NATO countries and of influencing potential allies by planting false information.  One of the first acts of the new department was to dispatch a team to West Germany to daub swastikas and anti-Jewish graffiti in several towns.  The campaign was remarkably successful and resulted in a blizzard of anti-German publicity, which portrayed the country as being in the grip of a resurgence of fascism.  

Do you think this agency went away after the wall came down and the name changed back to Russia?  


No doubt the Russians have used social media in a way to get us to hate each other.  Well, I don't hate you.  I don't hate none of you.  We are all in this together.  As John Lennon said:  "There ain't no Guru going to come from the sky to save us."  And so, we need to save each other.  Face the facts.  There is no going back to a a make-believe Megyn Kelly world where kids can dress up with black-faces for Halloween.   I grew up in an all-white suburb and none of us dressed up as racist with black faces or KKK men in sheets.   WFT!   Who's listening to these people?  Don't you realize that the talking-heads are all wrong.  Donald Trump is not a bad-guy either.  He is just a scared-kid afraid of losing.  It has been his greatest fear in life and why wouldn't it be after having been giving all the benefits from life other than love.  

On your way into work today look at the faces of the people you see.  That is the face of America and it is not going away because of Donald Trumps angry mob of voters who gather around him hoping to see a hanging.  

The only hate in America is fake news.   



 ~ Dr. Boogie
 

Wednesday



I spoke to God this morning and he wants me to say a few things about the current world.  First, for those who think they speak for him... you don't.  No one does, not even this blogger.   The reason is I have never identified myself to any of you.  Not a single one.  Not even this blogger.  For me to identify myself is like asking dirt or sun-raze to explain their selves: can't be done.  Think about it this way; you build a chair.  Can you talk to that chair?  No.  Can that chair talk to you?  No.  The only thing you can do with that chair is sit on it, or admire it, if it breaks, use it for firewood.  You are that chair I created.  So stop thinking yourself more.  

The other thing I wanted to say to you is...  nah, nothing else to say.  I'll return you to Demian.    

~ Demian Sinclair. 

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Tuesday

So begins the Scorpions



Today (echo, echo, echo...)  is the 23rd of October which means it is Scorpio time of year.  Why did the ancients name this time of the year after the Scorpio?  Well, season of the witch was already taken.  No, seriously, the scorpion is regarded as "a creature, which has a very tender face to be compared with the countenance of a chaste virgin."  Like women, therefore, it has its beauty and innocent charm.  At the same time, however, its opposite end is capable of delivering a painful, possibly fatal sting, and the creature is, therefore, to be feared and avoided.  Thus the scorpion evokes the same ambivalence and the same quivering conflict of desire and fear.

Folklore also holds that the oil of the scorpion is a cure for the pain of its sting, and the scorpion is, therefore, all the more appropriate as a symbol of the fair sex, for as Hermann Hesse notes in his book Steppenwolf, "Women...relish much of scorpions, for both have stings, and both can hurt too." 

And so it is with this time of year when the veil between heaven and earth is so thin. 

Good haunting boys and girls. 


~Demian Sinclaire


I Ching

Impressed by the impressed ones I decided to consort the I Ching.  Here's what I found out.  Breaking News at 11.

A wise teacher once said:  “You should let yourself be carried away, like the clouds in the sky.  You shouldn’t resist.  God exists in your destiny just as much as he does in the mountains, oceans, and skies. It is very difficult to understand this, because man is moving further and further away form nature, and also from himself....”

He then pointed me to the I Ching.

The I Ching has served for thousands of years as a philosophical taxonomy of the universe, a guide to an ethical life, a manual for rulers, and an oracle of one’s personal future and the future of the state.  It was an organizing principle or authoritative proof for literary and arts criticism, cartographery, medicine, and many of the sciences, and it generated endless Confucian, Taoist, Buddhist, and, later, even Christian commentaries, and competing schools of thought within those traditions.  In China and in East Asia, it has been by far the most consulted of all books, in the belief that it can explain everything.  In the West, it has been known for over three hundred years and, since the 195 0s, is surely the most popularly recognized Chinese book.

In a nut shell, the I Ching tells us of the hero Fu Xi, who studied the patterns of nature in the sky and on earth.  He studied the markings on birds, rocks, and animals, the movement of clouds, the arrangement of the stars.  He discovered that everything could be reduced to eight trigrams, each composed of three stacked solid or brown lines, reflecting the yin and yang, the duality that drives the universe.

It is an understanding machine.  And here begins my I Ching prognostication.

On October 9th, I consulted the sticks and received this info:

I shook the cup...




Until a stick came up...





And a fortune I took!



 and on that day:

....

And by October 10th everything had changed.  I won a bunch of money and met the love of my life.

Okay, not yet, but the day isn't over.


Monday


Look outside your window, feel the ether.  Is there any doubt the veil between real life and spirit life is thin? Is it any wonder witches and ghost come out this time of year?  Isn't this why so much happens is spirit land this time of year.  Since, I for one, believe Donald Trump and his Republican faithful have sold their souls to Mephistopheles, look for them to pull another rabbit out of their political hats this fall, with the help of Russia.  Speaking of which, today in history is the day we almost went to war with Russia in 1963 over nuclear missiles in Cuba.   So fitting that in today's news Donald Trump has decided to end the nuclear band with Russia.  So fitting that the previous Soviet Union/Russian leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, the man responsible for the end of communism, states that Donald Trumps plans to withdraw from the nuclear treaty is "not the work of a great mind."  

Yes, the spirits are out to play and they definitely have their man in power.   

If you really think this peaceful world we live in is an accident, think again, you'll soon see.  

so sayest me. 

~ Damian Sinclair

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Saturday

The Real Trump Argument per Goethe, y'all. No pictures.

If there is a man alive today, with the intelligence, will, and ego, 
to make a pack with the Devil...
can anyone doubt who that would be?  Seriously. 

According to Goethe, it is definitely Donald Trump:
 
I am too old to live for folly,
Too young, to wish for nothing more.
Am I content with all creation?
Renounce! renounce! Renunciation--
 
Give over toying with thy sorrow
Which like a vulture feeds upon thy heart;
Thou shalt, in the worst company, to-morrow
Feel that with men a man thou art.
Yet I do not exactly intend
Among the canaille to plant thee.
I'm none of your magnates, I grant thee;
Yet if thou art willing, my friend,
Through life to jog on beside me,
Thy pleasure in all things shall guide me,
To thee will I bind me,
A friend thou shalt find me,
And, e'en to the grave,
Shalt make me thy servant, make me thy slave!
 
And in return what service shall I render?

There's ample grace--no hurry, not the least.

No, no, the devil is an egotist,
And does not easily "for God's sake" tender
That which a neighbor may assist.
Speak plainly the conditions, come!
'Tis dangerous taking such a servant home.

I do thy service here, agree, but over yonder, thou shalt find me,
Then thou shalt do as much for me.

I care not much what's over yonder:
When thou hast knocked this world asunder,
Come if it will the other may!
Up from this earth my pleasures all are streaming,
Down on my woes this earthly sun is beaming;
Let me but end this fit of dreaming,
Then come what will, I've nought to say.
I'll hear no more of barren wonder
If in that world they hate and love,
And whether in that future yonder
There's a Below and an Above.

Bind thyself to me, and by this indenture
Thou shalt enjoy with relish keen
Fruits of my arts that man had never seen.
 
And what hast thou to give, poor devil?
Was e'er a human mind, upon its lofty level,
Conceived of by the like of thee?
Yet hast thou food that brings satiety,
Not satisfaction; gold that reftlessly,
Like quicksilver, melts down within
The hands; a game in which men never win;
A maid that, hanging on my breast,
Ogles a neighbor with her wanton glances;
Of fame the glorious godlike zest,
That like a short-lived meteor dances--
Show me the fruit that, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees from which new green is daily peeping! 
 
 Such a requirement scares me not;
Such treasures have I in my keeping.
Yet shall there also come a time, good friend,
When we may feast on good things at our leisure. 
 
 If ever I lie content upon a lounge of pleasure--
Then let there be of me an end!
When thou with flattery can cajole me,
Till I self-satisfied shall be,
When thou with pleasure can fool me,
Be that the last of days for me!
I lay the wager!
 
 Done!
 
Now, once for all, pleasure is not the question.
I'm sworn to passion's whirl, the agony of bliss,
The lover's hate, the sweets of bitterness.
My heart, no more by pride of science driven,
Shall open wide to let each sorrow enter,
And all the good that to man's race is given,
I will enjoy it to my being's centre,
Through life's whole range, upward and downward sweeping,
Their weal and woe upon my bosom heaping,
Thus in my single self their selves all comprehending
And with them in a common shipwreck ending.

O trust me, since I have fallen from heaven,
Have chewed this tough meat many a thousand year,
No man digests the ancient leaven,
No mortal, from the cradle to the bier.
Trust one of us, the whole, creation
To God alone belongs by right;
_He has in endless day his habitation,
_Us He hath made for utter night,
_You for alternate dark and light.
 
I will make America great again! 
 
Only despise all human wit and lore,
The highest flights that thought can soar--
Let but the lying spirit blind thee,
And with his spells of witchcraft bind thee,
Into my snare the victim creeps.--
To him has destiny a spirit given,
That unrestrainedly still onward sweeps,
To scale the skies long since hath striven,
And all earth's pleasures overleaps.
He shall through life's wild scenes be driven,
And through its flat unmeaningness,
I'll make him writhe and stare and stiffen,
And midst all sensual excess,
His fevered lips, with thirst all parched and riven,
Insatiably shall haunt refreshment's brink;
And had he not, himself, his soul to Satan given,
Still must he to perdition sink! 
 
 
 
 
 


 

Friday

Sun good for you: no shit



 Read this this morning and had to post it as this year's top "No Shit" post:

Grandma Was Right: Sunshine Helps Kill Germs Indoors

Researchers at the University of Oregon set up a study of dusty, dollhouse-size rooms to compare what happens in rooms exposed to daylight through regular glass, rooms exposed to only ultraviolet light and those kept dark. They used a mix of dust collected from actual homes in the Portland area and let the miniature rooms sit outdoors while keeping the insides at a normal room temperature.
After 90 days (because that's how long dust can hang around, even if you vacuumed), they sampled the dust and analyzed the types of bacteria present. 


 Tell me something I don't know. 

Okay, how's about this:  

The ultra violet rays from the sun is good for
  • bone health
  • anti-cancer
  • supports the immune system
  • protects against dementia and brain aging
  • good for loosing excess fat
  • essential for decreasing symptoms of asthma
  • strengthens teeth

It's now rained for ten-days straight here in Dallas and I'm loving it! 


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Thursday

Conversation With Buddha -- includes swear words.


I’ve been working on letting go of my ego.  You know, the thing that says “I have to this…,” “I need to meet her/him…,” “I’m not successful enough for….” 

The happy New-Age definition of Ego is:  The ego is a collection of beliefs and past experiences that defines how a person interacts with life.

Okay, that’s boring as shit and could take us down the road of reverse marketing, when “marketing” is a big part of why our ego’s are so fucked. 

So, let’s see what the Buddha says:

You will not be punished from you anger, you will be punished by your anger.

Shit, that’s because I used the “fuck” word in my blog again, isn’t it?

Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.

Okay, sorry for swearing, I won’t do it again.

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.

Okay, Buddha, I get it.  I suck.

Pain is certain, suffering is optional.

Now you are really confusing me.

A man asked Me, ‘I want happiness.’  I said, ‘First remove I, that’s Ego, then remove want, that’s desire.  See, now you are left with only Happiness.

Wow, Buddha, I think I’m getting it. 

Don’t call me Buddha, Buddha.

 
And so, my conversation with the Buddha ended, or… has it? 







Wednesday

'nother weird dream, and saying good things about Trump.



Another dream last night.  This time I was starting a business with a few other people.  It was some kind of consulting thing.  I was overwhelmed trying to get the I.T. part going.  I was also overwhelmed by not having control of others and get them to see things my way. 

When I woke up two things were on my mind:   one, I needed to go back to dreaming of being an isolated monk meditating alone trying to achieve nirvana; two:  Donald Trump definitely is not the loser I've made him out to be.  Even with all the tea in China it takes a skill to control those around you like he does. 

And so, yes, I've said something nice about Trump for a change.  Something I'll try to do from now on.

And, he really has done something great today.  It’s probably going to increase the cost of everything, but by changing the International Postal Rates, where Chinese (Russian, Australian, British, etc.) countries can ship items for a few dollars by the host countries absorbing the cost the final leg of the devlivery, which is why a Chinese company can ship an item to a buyer cheaper than a local company can, and why you can buy those cheap items on eBay and Amazon from China, will come to an end.   

It’s a crazy thing that changes everything.   Deal with it: I said two things nice about Trump today.  Maybe he is the greatest Republican president ever.  




Tuesday

Dreamed of a parking meter, ces tout.



So I dreamed last night that I was out with a group of friends and we were going to have dinner in about an hour.  I said I would be there, but then, remembered I had several parking meters to pay.   I went to one of the parking meters.  It was in a junkyard, beside what seemed to be a broken-down ATM machine with old money in it;  I figured the old money was marked to be destroyed because it was so used.   I left it alone.  I started putting coins in my meter but it was registering them.  I began to panic.   "What about the other meters," I thought.  "Have they already expired?"

Finally, I pushed a button to show time remaining.   It said around 70 minutes.  I was safe.

That's when my alarm-clock went off. 

So, I'm thinking this has something to do with aging and running out of time. 

Hopefully it is telling me my meter is paid until 70 plus years, at which time, I'll have the option to reset for another 40 years.

I'm just saying.

~Eso Terry 

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Nightmares

Some say the nightmare is 
a horse
that starts to gallop in a dream
and scares the sleeping one awake.

Some say the nightmare is
a sea
where storms have made the waves so big
that they frighten me. 

     I do not know
     What nightmares are,
     I only know
     They are.

But though the nightmares come
at times,
they do not come as often as
the pretty horse, as often as
the calmer sea, that bring
all other dreams to me.

                                                                           ~Siv Cedering Fox

Monday

It's Monday, and last night I had a Motorcycle Zen dream where I woke up in this strange place with long hallways and shocked people telling me to return to my room because I needed to return to sleep; however, I knew for the first time in my life, I was awake, and they knew it too, and the yin and yang of it is that awake is the dream part.

This theory came big again after the Matrix movie, where it is theorized that we are all in some kind of zombie sleep hooked to a giant Main Frame of life.   Reality is not true, it is a game and we are never awake to know this.  Life is a big sleep.

The Buddhist monks have known this for years and so we meditate.  For me, there is that moment when all there is is the air that I breathe.  At that point, I know I'm alive, awake, off the matrix. 

So, fully functioning today, I go to my news feed and find this:


A fictional painting of Trump and other Republicans now hangs in the White House.

Really, a painting soon to be seen on a Farm to Market Road along with John Wayne tapestries, ceramic Elvis bust, and Rebel Flags.

No doubt I am still sleeping.  

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If the Republican Painting From White Heaven isn't enough,  Elizabeth Warren had a DNA test and the results are she is about 1/32 Native American.  So, Donald Trump's has disgraced another decent person in a long line in unstaniated lies starting with his calling Jeb Bush an idiot, John McCain a sissy for being captured in battle, and Elizabeth Warren, "Pocahontas" for her Native American clams. 

Yes, I am definitely dreaming.


Saturday

Just Rain.




It's raining.  There's thunder in the distances.  Dancing thunder, the kind they calls you out to play.  It's shooting across the sky.  "Come join me," it says, "you'll be sorry."  

"Sorry?" I ask. 

"Yes, sorry."

The thunder stops.  The rain rattles against the ground, expands.  It's knocking. 

"She didn't mean, 'sorry'," says the rain.  "She meant, souring.  You'll be soaring." 

There's a new shot of thunder, like a shot from a pistol.

"Why are you listening to us now, after all these years?" The Pistol Thunder ask, as it's voice fades away into nothingness, only to return closer, more embolden:  "I asked you a question."

"I'm thinking," I answer.  "It is all too much to take in.  I never knew rain could talk."

"We've always been here," a distant voice says.  "You've just never listened."  

"That's not true," I challenge.  "I've always loved the rain."

"Ha," says a stream of rain running down my gutters.  "Since when have you loved?"

"That's not fair,"  comes a louder voice, followed by a more distant, "He's only human, we're rain.  Leave him alone."

And the rain continues to speak to me.  And I continue to listen.  

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We are the same as plants, as trees, as other people, as the rain that falls.  We consist of that which is around us, we are the same as everything.

                                                                                                                       ~Gautama Buddha



Friday

Decartes was right!

Are We Awake or Not?


Decartes first asked the question.  And when I first read it I thought, how ridiculous, of course we are, "I think, therefore, I am" -- okay, he said that first, still, it was never hard for me to distinguish between my waking and sleeping existence, until now. 

When I was a young man, in the seventies -- late seventies, pre 1984 Ronald Reagan wealthy-tax cuts madness -- the world looked like it was on the right track.  Equal rights were cool, immigrants were considered an asset by Republicans for "cheap labor"  --  yes, immigration, another Republican lie they blame on everyone else but their greedy leaders -- and Nazis... were evil. 

Today, with Trumps 3:16 Mob followers, the world looks scary.  Equal Rights is considered an attack on Gray Headed White Men, cheap labor is now replaced with kiss-my-ass/shut the fuck up/Peasant Labor, and, Nazis are cool in their Frog Meme suits. 

Donald Trump is president.  And so, obviously, I am not awake because the world is illogical and is transcending time and space, and is definitely breaking the normal laws of physics. 

So, in closing boys-and-girls, Descartes was right:  we are asleep while the Nazis have figured out a way to move around us.  

I think, therefore I am.
I think, therefore I scam.
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On this day in 1492,  greed came to America.  The first white man arrived and claimed these here United States for himself.  Think of it this way if you live in Texas and our pissed about all the liberal Californians moving in.  You started it!



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Be where you are, otherwise you will miss your life. 

                                                   Buddha said that. 

Don't eat yellow snow. 

                                                   I said that (Dr TV Boogie).




Thursday

Stop voting Republican. It could save your life.

Nothing today folks, because, well, sometimes nothing is everything.  It's cyclical, bicentennial, tricentennial, scam.  Trump holds another Angry Mob rally while a devastating storm hits Florida.  It really doesn't matter, but Trump once tweeted that Obama was "Wrong" for doing a similar thing.  

It's obvious the only people supporting Trump are members of the Angry Mob running through the streets with torches in their hands wanting to destroy everything.  

Interesting perspective.  A similar Roman Leader used people in the same way.  It was Nero.  

Nero also sang and played his lyre while the city of Rome burned in a fire some believe was set by the Republican Senators who wanted to destroy everything to build it their way.  Sound familiar? It should.  That is exactly the came plan of the Wealthy Tax Cutters.   Starting with Reagan and his massive peacetime deficit, to Bush and his financial depression, and now Trump.  

You don't get it because fortunately, it hasn't hit you yet because you have a good job.  Trust me, when the shit does come down and the wealthy fly to their private islands and we are left to deal with this mess, you won't be saved. 

Stop voting Republican.  It could save your life.  

I now return you to your regular blogcasting. 

Dr. TV Boogie

Wednesday

Trump: Mother Earth Is coming for you!



Another hurricane headed for Washing DC because the idiots there refuse to see that climate change is real, and according to recent reports, if we don't do anything within ten years to address it, like stop being so greedy and voting for idiots who deny global warming, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! 

First, my wishes and prayers go out to those in the path.  Good luck.   

If you look at the mad, however, just like the last storm, it ends up going through Washing DC on the way out, the home of Donald Trump: the greatest Global Warming Denier of them all.  

I'm just saying. 





The Dire Warnings of the United Nations’ Latest Climate-Change Report

 Last night, in Incheon, South Korea, after a week of deliberation, the I.P.C.C. released the new findings. The summary tells a nightmarish tale—one much worse than any of those in the I.P.C.C.’s previous reports—surveying the climate-change impacts we’re already experiencing with one degree of warming, and the severity of the impacts to come once we surpass 1.5 degrees of warming. Ten million more people would be exposed to permanent inundation, and several hundred million more to “climate-related risks and susceptible to poverty.” Malaria and dengue fever will be more widespread, and crops like maize, rice, and wheat will have smaller and smaller yields—particularly in sub-Saharan Africa, Southeast Asia, and Central and South America. Security and economic growth will be that much more imperilled. “Robust scientific literature now shows that there are significant differences between 1.5 and 2 degrees,” Adelle Thomas, a geographer from the Bahamas and also one of the report’s lead authors, told me. “The scientific consensus is really strong. It’s not just a political slogan: ‘1.5 to stay alive.’ It’s true.”

 



Trump Quotes on Climate Change:

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Tuesday

nonentityness

Transformation means: kick off the mask of our personality so the essence of who we really are can come out.  Easier said than done.  Or is it?  In her book "The Unknowable Guddjieff,"  Margaret Anderson says, "I am carrying with me, wherever I go, a huge sack.  In it is my personality--that manifesting 'animal' which expressed itself so incessantly for so many years, and that now lie dormant in the sack, stirring only faintly from time to time in its likes, dislikes, pleasures, rebellions, happiness, angers and obsessions."


There is an old Russian saying:  'A hunchback can be straightened only in the tomb.'  Just so, a man must die to become changed. 

I wish you not to be Nonentity.  So first I make you feel like nonentity.  Only from there can you begin. 

It is nothing to know your nonentityness, you must experience it personally. 

To know mentally is nothing, worth nothing.  You must have a third kind of knowledge. 

The great science of transformation--the birth of the soul, that conscious 'second birth' which parallels automatic (physical) birth and for which Gurdjieff had such a marvelous phrase: 'the arising of the presence of man'...this transformation demands years of study and practice for its incorporation.  'Past joys,' he said, 'are as useless to man in the present as the snows of last year which leave no trace by which one can remember what they were.  Only the imprints of conscious labor and intentional suffering are Real, and can be used for obtaining good.'

When you have finally grasped the meaning of transformation and realized how false your picture of yourself has been, when you have discovered the kind of person you really are, and heard the little song you've been singing all your life...this is the moment when you can say that you've begun at the beginning.  


Monday

Benedict Trump



Donald Trump is a chump.
He has a big, fat, rump.
Every time he turns around,
His jaws go chump, chump, chump
on democracy.

Am I being silly?

Maybe, but consider this, Donald Trump is the reincarnated spirit of Benedict Arnold and I can prove it.

First, as with most reincarnated spirits, dates play a role.  Benedict Arnold died on a June 14th, and Donald Trump was born on a June 14th.

Now, if sharing a day of the year was all there was, I wouldn't be wasting your time here, but there is more, way more.  Actually, more, mores than the Moors who invaded Spain....


Allow me to pontificate:

Benedict Arnold supported the British enemy during our struggle for independence, read any history book and you'll see he did this for three major reasons:

1.  He was an ego-maniac who felt no one was better, stronger, or smarter than him, and so when he was passed up for a leadership positions by the revolutionary leaders, he considered them idiots for not seeing he was the greatest thing ever. 

2.  He was very greedy.   Benedict Arnold had been reprimanded several times for using his military positions for personal gains.  For instance, he once let a whole town starve while he ate like a king every night by closing the stores to the public.  He was actually court marshaled for that shady dealing, but then, giving back a military command by George Washington who, like today's Republican party, couldn't see the threat this ego-maniac posed to the independence of the United States.

3.  Arnold owed the enemy banks of London a shit-load of money.

Okay, let's look at Donald Trump.

Like Arnold, Trump is a narcissistic ego-maniac.  Do I really have to even say this?  No one, even those who will support him until the Purge, doubt this.  The guy bullied his way into the front of a group of world leaders so he would be in the front of the photo.  The guy said last week in a television interview:  THE WORLD NEEDS HIS BRAIN, that without it, the world will fail.

Then, there is the greed thing.  Instead of listing the numerous samples of this one, I'll just quote the Donald from his own words January 9th, 2016, when he said:  “I like money. I’m very greedy. I’m a greedy person. I shouldn’t tell you that, I’m a greedy – I’ve always been greedy. I love money?

Yes Donald, we know that.  That's probably why you die your hair the color of gold bullion.

And of course, there is the indebtedness to the enemy thing.  This one is the hard one to figure out because it goes so deep.  Here are the cliff notes:  Trump was bankrupt in the 90's.  All of his casinos had failed.   Fortunately, the Soviet Union had just collapsed and all the state-owned assets -- everything was owed by the state before the collapse of communism) were now being bought up by... wait for it.... the KGB.  Here's how it worked:  As the Communism plan was failing, the KGB officers were giving huge bonuses so they could buy up all the assets.  And they did.  They also needed a safe place to put the money:  and so, steps in the one American with no allegiance to the country, Donald Trump.   The details are foggy but trust me, but they all point back to Trump and will eventually come out and then what happens?

Well, did you know that Benedict Arnold went back to England to avoid being hanged and lived out his disgraceful years there.  Of course, he was considered shit there too, because, no one likes a trader.

Other reincarnated spirit things to consider:

In his memoir, Benedict Arnold wrote:  I like blondes.

Of course, Donald Trump like blonds too:  especially porn star blonds named Stormy Daniels.

Then, long before the access Hollywood Access tapes where Donald Trump brags about grabbing women by the pussy because he can, Benedict Arnold wrote in his memoir: the main chance of success in assaulting a walled fortress is to take her by surprise; thus an assault is ever preferable to a siege; but again as in the case of a lady, it is more difficult to talk surprise than to succeed in surprising her.

So yes, Benedict Arnold was a pussy grabber too.

Both Arnold and Trump were really ass wholes about their soldiers and sailors of their country.

Arnold called the Navy a "Motley Crew" for passing him up for a promotion, and after he was court marshaled said, "My leg is worth more than the whole army."

Then Donald Trump said, and I have to pause and tell you as a proud veteran of the Untied States of America, this one disturbs me the most and makes anything Jane Fonda did or say in the 60's look meek, "I don't support soldiers who were captured," Trump said about a Repbublican Senator who had been help prisoner in Vietnam, " “He was a war hero because he was captured. I like people who weren’t captured.”

Then, there are similarities of their wives.

Both around 20 years younger. Both, questionable allegiance to their countries:  Anold's wife: Peggy Shippen, was from a proponent "Loyalist" family in Philadelphia, and with her connections, helped old Benedict with his British connections; compared to Melania Trump, who was raised in a communist-socialist country and speaks fluent Russian.

It's not coinky-dinky, folks, it's coinky-stinky.

Finally, back in 1801, we didn't have a political party supporting the English enemy like we do today, and with the Republican party's acceptance of Russia's meddling in a US election because, their side won, well, they are now accomplices.  I had a top-secret clearance in the US Navy, and one of the many training films showed how Russian's were trained in obtaining little things from you, such as a briefcase you accidentally left in a hotel room, and then even thought there were no secrets in it, they would use it against you to get more.  Obviously, the whole Republican Party now supporting Donald Trump have been compromised, and are working for the Russians now to protect their own ass.  Fox News is there propaganda machine.

In 1958, the Russian Country (then called Soviet Union, not that that matters) leader, Khrushchev said he would "bury" the United States without firing a weapon."  Now we know how.

The current Russia leader, Vladimir Putin, who Donald Trump thinks is a really great guy, is an ex KGB officer, and when he was running for president of Russia, said the United States was a problem and if elected, he would destroy us.  It's taken almost 30 years since he said that, but with the election of his boy, Donald Trump as president, he finally has the power to do it.  And with the Republican Party protecting him, along with the Fox News propaganda machine feeding the lies, the enemy has infiltrated this country.  As I said, when the Soviet Union failed in 1990, the KGB never stopped being paid.  They actually got bonuses to get them through the hard part.  Most of them used that money to buy up everything and are now billionaires.  These are the guys Donald Trump is beholden to.  Putin changed the election process so he can rule the country just as the old appointed Soviet Leaders from Lennon to Khrushchev had.  The goal of the Soviet Union then, and the goal of the Russian country now is and always will be world domination.

And with the help of the Republican party who Donald Trump once called "the dumbest group of voters ever," Putin and the other dictators of the world are so close to having the world dominance they desire, that they can taste it.   All they have to do is fix a few more US elections with more of their sympathizers, and heck, their harvest is now the whole Republican Party.

I had lunch with a Republican Friend the other day, who said:  Putin isn't the bad guy, did you know they have a flat-tax?

"Are you shitting me," I said, "He's a dictator." 

"Fake News," he said, laughing. 

Unfortunately, it's not fake, nor is it funny.

Either Trump goes, or Democracy goes.

You choose, or should I say:  твой выбор (pronounced Ter-voy vee-bop)

Join me next week when we discuss Stormy Daniels new book and how she describes Donald Trump's private part as looking like a Nuclear Bomb Mushroom Cloud.

Yikes.