"Staged"...suspension of disbelief.

Hey you, file this under carnal knowledge; That is the way we do it; you do understand that if you do not know what to do with information then you file it under carnal knowledge, right! It is the FUCK file. If you want to "set" someone up -match and set- file it in the FUCK. This story is make believe in Charleston, SC this weekend with the bridge run and so much more. They will gather and pontificate about the idealization of thought, yes their thought, not yours. So enjoy the mass baptism of joy, its the trickle down theory. They will let you come into their environment and breath the same air as they do. Please note: they believe that you are a one night stand. They are the drug of choice, not that nonsense, marihuana. They want to get you drunk on their elixir of the day -menu of the day, not marihuana. The problem with marihuana according to the church and therefore the elites is that it will free you from under their control. Marihuana will allow you to discern previously unseen patterns. freeing you to be who you are. Touching the one you are with while playing around in their sand box; tasting those primal urges of yours as you sizzle in their dinning offerings; tapping along with the beat and rhythms of their sensations; toying as only you can; they offer up to you, Charleston, city of angles, fallen angles and -kiss-en cousins to the hells angles, too;  discovering how it is theirs, yet yours alone. Welcome to being one of the elites for the day -suspension of disbelief. What do you say?

Elites'

It is nothing but a "fucking joke" if you really think that the Supreme Court is working on behalf of you. The 'new world order' is a word string whose subliminal meaning is suffocating society. This is all about power and money: highest and best use of the wiglet, you are the wiglet. You are being fed garbage as if it were to be dined upon; this is all about setting a stage so that the system can "vampire" off you, sucking the life out of you. This is your only chance to see life as if it were worth seeing. You in control of your choices. The problem is quite simple, your choice are not productive; they are unique to you; therefore, jettison that which is yours in favor of the "highest and best use" so  that the elites can play. What I do not understand is this: WHY!  How does the system justify itself?  It does not have to because it is the only system. For example, the system is closing down a Pre-Release center in S.C. - this is where the felon can get a break and a pathway back into society- so that they can buff up on security in the "icicle garden." How about spreading resources around so that each one of us could attain their potential, let me avail myself of the same oxygen that the elites breath. No! The idea of "the new world order" is 'the rich get richer and the poor get poorer" ;that is you.  My idea is Social Justice not Supreme Justice. What I do know is this: the more you take away from the majority in favor of the elites, the less justice you will find for the majority. Key to all problems are through its construct: Your construct is the Constitution, its 14th amendment is equality. Do you get the joke? 

To listen

So today I got my ears clipped. I was in for sensory feedback, inquiring about how I absorb the material so to but me in a better place. So you lay down on a recliner with your knees bent up slightly. There is a computer monitor at the end of the recliner which shows different material like a movie or a puzzle coming together. This is a passive process between the body and the brain; the mind is out in left field. For example, during the movie, the lighting becomes brighter and dimmer on a tangential flow, a confluence of light. That was the easy part because after that it was all about changing my diet. Gluten free. Right! I love to have bran flakes and raisins as a dessert before going to bed. Fuck, what is wrong with it? Bad timing as it is at the end of the day and my body is storing its excess in fat deposits. Than the doc went on to breakfast, questioning the wisdom of oatmeal every morning. From there it was my coffee intake. He wants me to be on the come back trail as a Chippendale dancer. What the hell have I got myself into? And by the way, his recommendation was for me to get it on with a "smoothie."  He said she was so cute. She is a "smoothie" made up of a little bit of this and a dash of that. 

Spite...27years.

That is when it all started. It was April 1st, 1989 -twenty five years ago today- the joke was on me and it is on you now. But for now, this story is about measuring my dysfunctions so that I can measure my task. Meaning: How much energy am I wasting because of the way that I process my assumptions, based upon my stored memories? It's called Beta Dysregulation. On a scale of (1 to 10 ) I'm a negative 7. Now to get this rating, a cap is placed upon your head and it has nodes that read the energy running through your brain; you store information in different parts of the brain; these brain areas can be read through those nodes. Side bar: I'm going to say it is passive aggressive in nature. Back to the story. All I have to do is become someone else. But, because I spent time in the "icicle Garden" you can assume that my brain was traumatized. This trauma is repressed anger because of the methods imposed upon prison life and their affect upon the felon. And it seems that I'm still in prison: hyperarousal related to anxiety. It is typically a consequence of chronic demand on the central nervous system to respond to fear including events and social distress. Like having a bull's eye on you back because you are on the sex offenders registry; this is where a serial killer "want-to-be" chose to pick his targets from last year in SC. Luckily, he was caught after his first murder. This is what the test said after it read my brain waves; it described prison to a tee. 
 

Gargoyle...it's the inner thing.

Remember the Holy Roman Empire: remember the Italian City States.The Holy Sea. Where are they today? South and central America. Who is its it? Pope Francis, my very own patron saint. He is the church's gargoyle coming out of the southern hemisphere with his gathering of the flock. Their bank keeps on growing and their power is exploding on the reigns of Putin's new agenda. Some day the U.S. will get out of the game so that the players can play on. When playing with felons, disregard your own rules; understand what the player's needs are; than furnish them. What you need to understood is that the region and its people are more tribal than they are individual. The U.S. is individual whereas the rest of the world and its populations are tribal in belief. The U.S. is "self best interest" and within this it's a southern thing to be more "position" oriented, a more conservative stance. See this picture; the Gargoyle as the metaphor for the region known as the Middle East readying to bring together a convergence, ideas to the "highest and best use". A new home to come into with pride because you could contribute to the process. Iran's model is so old school, lacking thought. Because they can not get beyond the 11th century ideology.  For example,  Iran has a system of centrifuges, connected in a string of four. The centrifuge has be brought up to the speed of sound, held there over time to have any value. The problem is, if anyone starts the "wobble" in the centrifuge, the wobble will continue like a cancer until the centrifuge shuts down. This is one of the rumors running around town; the U.S. likes putting Iran's centrifuges into the "wobble." What is the "wobble?" It's the moment that the centrifuge goes below the speed of sound. So what is the story line?  It was the settlement out of the war that divided up the tribe's financial system throughout the region and distributed the wealth away from the power brokers at hand. This was their card game. The Ottoman Empire's system was shattered; new powers rose out of the ashes and this caused the turmoils of the day. If the truth be known, the middle east is younger than me. I was born in 1942; 1917 was the year of "the beginning of the end." One last parting short across the bow. Intersect does not run along the "Y;" Iran is a "Y" dominated and its ranges and domains are limited in interpretations, hermeneutics. 

Thanks...:)

When I was in the "icicle garden" getting my brains raped, I met Williams, another inmate. He offered a safe place to hang for a while: the Jaycees. Yes, he was one of the independent variables. Like Thoreau, he marched to his own drummer.  He was a felon of circumstances beyond his control; the way he carried himself in the joint said that he did not choose to be a felon. He still is a felon. No question about it. But you eviscerate his potential. He could have been one of society's assets, but instead he is an island unto himself scrapping for ever inch of itch he feels. So, just for laughs, let us pretend that there is a God, OK. Now, those who where prejudiced because it suited their needs will have to answer to why. God wants to know why your redemption is false. Side bar: God put you here, her reasons and your lessons. She said I had a purpose for Williams; why did you deny him. Right! Like does She really exist? F.u.c.k! They have no problem because they know that it was a myth put out and about in its day and it took on a life of its own. Now I know that there aew exceptions to the rule of shunning; it helps to come from the political elite's side of the family. You find them doing Oprah. But not the generic felon like Williams. No, a generic felon walks alone; for your redemption program is too hellish to bear. Remember "Tartuffe." Hey!

Confession, maybe not

Confession inside of the confessional booth when I was a young man came along with its own baggage. In this story the confessor's proxies of sexual enlightenment were challenged by the priest within the booth. Taking me into his rectory where he performed his attempt of exercising the devil from the "tulip" budding between my legs. Using his communal kit, he placed two wafers on my "tulip" and than poured wine over them and sucked on my tulip until he sucked the devil out of me; This went on each Wednesday around 3pm for several months. Then he was gone- I went to confession that last Wednesday at the appointed time, 3pm. And went into an empty confessional booth. Now I told this story to the group during one of my many therapy sessions; they did not believe me. They did not believe that I did not know that this was wrong at the time that I was getting my "tulip" sucked on. Now I know that he was not the first person to suck on my genitals, but that is what he called my genitals, to him my genitals were his "tulip" and it was special and  he did not want the devil to misdirect my "tulip's" blossom and that is why he told me that I was special and that Jesus wanted him to help me get through this time of my maturity. Then I told them that my father would take me with him when he went to the steam baths in town, a dim room filled with naked men sitting on slabs of marble with steam being pumped into the room. Yes, they all believed that I was exaggerating my life's stories. Hell, maybe I was. I was in these therapy sessions because the state of SC court's sentenced me to five years of being torched up against purged testimony.  Let me try to help you to understand; I offer up as evidence the fact that the Government freed me from my obligation to pay off my student loans. Believe me when I say that I wish that I could have gotten a job and paid them off, but the government knew that my degree would be useless because I'm a political prisoner as well as a Felon.