Debt Rattle June 20 2020

Howard Hollem Assembly and Repairs Department Naval Air Base, Corpus Christi 1942

Interesting picture; definitely a propaganda piece…
The juxtaposition of the man and woman; his elevated position and the lower female.
Then there are the uniforms; his, officer garb, and her’s, enlisted…
…ain’t equality just grand?
…raised and fed this shit for many decades; finally got over it… 😉

McEnany runs over the fake journos like driving a Cat D11 with one hand on the wheel another holding a beer. It’s the best entertainment I’ve been having since George Carlin left his mortal coil.

This line also makes for a good LOL:

“In other science news, we discover that larger countries have more people than smaller ones:

“Brazil Coronavirus Total Tops 1 Million, Second Only To US: Live Updates”

Genius!”

Down here in South Flori-duh I observe the minimum of protective measures: mask on when going into the stores, washing hands when coming home and so do all the people I know and certainly we all avoid large crowds. I know not one person directly that has caught the virus. Did I say not one?
Friends that were absolutely paranoid and hysterical when I showed up in their backyard 3 months ago, now were having a get together in a water front lawn and didn’t freak out upon seeing me coming.

I interact with a lot of people because of the nature of my work and my conclusion is that most if not all have normalized the existence of the virus and go on with their lives because… who can stay locked up indefinitely even while having unlimited financial resources? I certainly can’t and don’t. I get the serious consequences of catching this Frankenstein’s lab virus but down here in the land of sprawl and social distancing baked into the monoculture of detached homes and one car per dweller, I fail to match the alarming increase in numbers with the reality of everyday life. Will it happen later? Maybe.

At the onset of the contagion the Mayor of Key Biscayne, average household income $125k, all white, cheapest house $ 1 mn., put a lock out on all contractors and workers. The resulting traffic jam up at the checkpoint made it unfeasible but the ban remained for 8 weeks. Yet, the BLM protest wildfires reached this toy town, now gone fully woke and a gathering of 100 plus teenagers were allowed to bunch together to protest in the main crossing under police protection. So which is it? The virus doesn’t infect virtue signalers?

” …. the future threat of civil war in the US”

The “civil war” that you imagine might not be the same as the “civil war” that I imagine.
The two side might not be as well defined along traditional/past conflicts and might not use the traditional weapons.
Right vs wrong
white vs black
rich vs poor
oppressed vs free
democrats vs republicans

Who could have foreseen that one word, “virus”, could change our social/economic/political system to such an extent.

Steve Keen always brilliant but seldom this straightforward with non-academic language talking about the elephant in the room.

What I think, say, and believe, is irrelevant to how the future will evolve.

@ Kimo, and Raúl Ilargi Meijer

I looked at the links and found some gems/info, that needs someone that is better qualified/knowledgeable/educated than me to arrive at a definitive conclusion.

I’m just a rifraf that can read

SWISS RESEARCH REPORT: Facts about COVID-19

Some analysts, ( Kevin Ryan ), compared Covid-19 to a psychological operation, ( https://digwithin.net/2020/06/03/coronavirus-scare/ ) that uses the media-induced fear of the virus to bring about political and social change.

https://www.webmd.com/lung/news/20200409/chloroquine-zinc-tested-to-block-covid-infection
Chloroquine, Zinc Tested to Block COVID Infection
By Karen Weintraub

Mahir Ozmen, a professor of surgery at the Istinye University, School of Medicine in Istanbul, Turkey, says he thinks the best way to use chloroquine is in combination with zinc and vitamins C and D. He is running a clinical trial, ( https://www.clinicaltrials.gov/ct2/show/NCT04326725?cond=COVID&draw=2 ) testing to see whether this combination protects health care workers and their immediate families – including his own.

Demonstration test ….. Tulsa test ….. lets wait for the definitive conclusions.
Come on, Raúl Ilargi Meijer.
We are not all elite material.

https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/us-reports-biggest-jump-covid-19-cases-may-1-florida-sees-3rd-straight-record-live

Update (1435ET): Six staffers working to organize President Donald Trump’s campaignrally in Tulsa tested positive for the coronavirus just hours before what will be the first major indoor event in the entire country since the coronavirus outbreak began. As Press Secretary Kaleigh McEnany said earlier this week, the White House is “leading” on this issue.
Trump’s campaign said Saturday that quarantine procedures were implemented for the staffers and that neither the aides nor anyone they came into contact with will take part in the event.

“Per safety protocols, campaign staff are tested for COVID-19 before events. Six members of the advance team tested positive out of hundreds of tests performed, and quarantine procedures were immediately implemented,” Tim Murtaugh, the communications director for Trump’s campaign said in a statement.

“No COVID-positive staffers or anyone in immediate contact will be at today’s rally or near attendees and elected officials,” the statement read. “As previously announced, all rally attendees are given temperature checks before going through security, at which point they are given wristbands, face masks and hand sanitizer.”

Despite evidence that the days of protests around the country didn’t cause meaningful spikes in new cases, critics have scrambled to try and shut down the rally for fear that it could be home to a “super spreader” event. Masks will be distributed to the audience, and hand sanitizer will be doled out as well.

The event will begin in a few hours, (8pmET, 7pmCT) now that a judge has blocked an order to stop the rally. Temperature checks and precautions for the heat will also reportedly be provided at the rally, which is set to attract some 19k people.

For the first time since May 1, the US reported more than 30,000 coronavirus cases in a single day as Texas, Florida, Arizona and a handful of other states reported their latest record totals for the 2nd or 3rd day in a row, for some cases. While NY, NJ and a handful of surrounding states see cases continue to decline to negligible levels, following a pattern seen in Europe, roughly 20 states have seen numbers continue to rise, and about half of those are seeing new cases hit record levels well above where they were during the US’s ‘peak’ back in April.

Yep!
I’m glad that I missed out on being a political elite that was trained to lead
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_DeSantis
Residence Governor’s Mansion
Education Yale University (BA) Harvard University (JD)
Rank U.S. Navy O-4 infobox.svg Lieutenant Commander
Unit Judge Advocate General’s Corps

As for why there have been fewer comments, speaking for myself, I am in a malaise. The virus has been politicized and we are swimming in a sea of propaganda and disinformation.

I largely agree and have nothing to add to the conversation except empty words.
Like Boogaloo, I live in a country (Thailand) that has done a proper job of dealing with the virus; which the western nations have largely fucked up by politicising a health crisis and demonstrable incompetence and corruption…
Just what the hell am I to do about that? Realistically? Not a damn thing!
When looking at the numerator over the denominator; it hardly compares to the worst, historic, health crisis’s by a wide margin, IMO.
I say that now; but also realizing this appears to be far from over. I am not encouraged that any unified program will be put in place to deal with this virus in any meaningful way on a world wide basis…
So, all I can add is, we’ll see…

Yes, the picture of the Catalina Seaplane was posed. Male over female. But I never knew an officer who’d let a draftee stand over them. But it does show that war is a young person’s game. You get a chance to do things that you will never do again, if you survive. It is really addictive to adrenaline junkies and the pathological.

The US COVID 121,125 deaths has surpassed the total number in WWI; 116,516. 4.1 million Americans served in that war. The 2.2 million American coronavirus confirmed cases are twice as likely to die as in that war. But there is probably a similar number of asymptomatic spreading the virus but not tested. Being infect is almost an identical risk as being in the military during a World War. The average person’s chance of dying from coronavirus is similar to being behind the lines in a war. But if you don’t wear a face mask, attend the crowed indoor Tulsa Trump rally tonight, or are returning to work in a high-rise office without PPE and distancing; you are literally climbing onto a 4 by 4 truck and being driven to the frontlines. The denial is mindboggling.

There is clearly a battle in the western ruling class between globalists and nationalists. Much like the one between southern plantation owners and northern financiers in the 1850s. When the expansion of slavery was halted by the Compromise of 1850 and California entered the nation as a free state, the freezing of the economic growth of plantation slavery made the civil war inevitable.

Donald Trump is clearly incompetent. The US federal government failed to protect its citizens from the coronavirus pandemic unlike nations in Eurasia and the South Pacific. Joe Biden is really too old and any attempt to rebuild a new Western Empire is just as futile as the Bourbon Restoration after Napoleon. There is no communication across the divides. A bipartisan compromise to end today’s battle between globalists and nationalists for control seems impossible. Unless the future goes Mad Max from the get-go, a regional and class-based civil war is likely.

While the following is an indulgence with some aspects of ‘vanity publishing’, I think it’s also poetically metaphorical to what’s happening now. Besides, I have no idea how to make it into a proper story rather than a literary tableau vivant:

Standstill

Everyone remembers where they were when it happened.

I was one of the more fortunate ones. When the Freeze hit, I was tossing an orange in the air. The look on my face when it froze was almost flattering if a bit slack-jawed. Not that such superficialities really matter now, or shouldn’t, but one feels sorry for those caught picking their nose or masturbating. As for those caught committing a crime…

The first few hours were as fascinating as they were horrifying. With the world turned into a global diorama, and with everyone’s soul cut loose, there was a lot to see. But we mostly didn’t stray far from our bodies, for the worst horror was the loss of identity. We knew who we were, but without our bodies, what that ‘who’ was worried our souls. (One of many casualties of the anomaly was the loss of ‘soul’ as a poetic term; it became just another part of anatomy.)

It is believed by the scientific community that time didn’t literally stand still, but slowed down to something between the speed of glaciers and rust. A temporal Ice Age. For time to stand still, they say, would be impossible. Without time, the cosmos would cease to exist. Makes sense. Time is one of the dimensions. For it to totally stand still would be comparable to the 3rd physical dimension disappearing, turning us all into 2-D flatlanders on a desktop earth. Our world would cease to exist. A balloon without air is not a balloon, it is a round rubber sheet.

It is a popular debate these days: could the cosmos exist without time? or as a flat universe? Topics that once glazed eyes at table dinners are now emotionally held beliefs.

I am of the conservative school that believes if time had truly stood still, the world would vanish, at least for us; but I appreciate the poetry of the liberal school. They ask the fundamental riddle of existence: what is left if one removes everything? If time can stop and the universe remains, static and locked, what happens if we remove the other three dimensions? What is nothing made of?

No one pays much attention to former theories of cosmology, like superstring theory with it’s ten-plus hypothetical dimensions. The four that we know exist are now too much for us to understand.

This means little compared to the discovery that we really do have ghostly selves, and even more, that these ghostly selves were immune to the standstill.

We also learned that our souls move differently than our bodies. We could travel almost instantly to anywhere we’d been before. Travel was virtually instantaneous but not entirely; there is an emotional passage one must travel, however briefly, before arriving.

We disembodied souls experienced this as a disturbing lack of physical motion, replacing it with another sense of motion, the movement of memory: we did not fly above the buildings or trees en route to a destination; we followed the tracks of memory.

I traveled 2,000 miles, from Chicago to Lake Tahoe, along the memories of a childhood vacation. I traveled along roads that no longer exist to places that scarcely resemble their current appearance. While my physical body was stuck in time, my soul traveled freely through my past. Like dream motion, the difference being the greater sense of conscious control compared to the anarchy of dreams.

One could get lost. Most of us discovered our power of motion as souls by finding ourselves somewhere vaguely familiar after wandering in thought. Most memories are both vivid and inscrutable: when was this? what happened? where is it? I don’t remember this place but it feels so familiar…

Eventually, you’d discover a clue, recollection would join memory, and you knew where you were. The easiest movement, of course, was to prowl home turf.

You’d travel to a friend’s house, then release your memory of last seeing him there and let the house bring you up to date, to when the anomaly hit. You did this by following his memory forward until it stopped where he was frozen, remote in hand, before a video screen’s fantasy battle scene stuck in pixilated time. There was something eerie about TV and other video images; they almost seemed more likely to resume movement than the human being frozen on the couch.

This effect was much less at a movie theater. The static audience would seem more potentially alive than the huge people on the silver screen. It is thought that this is because video screens emit raw light, whereas movie screens merely reflect light, and light seemed to be the only thing that moved during the anomaly: we could see things, and that would not be possible if light were at a virtual standstill. (Hence the science community’s conclusion that time hadn’t entirely stopped, just slowed down to an incredible degree.)

Fundamental Relativists say that this proves that C is indeed the universal constant, that no matter what, light moves, and does so at the speed of light.

I’m not so sure. Even if light were as slowed down as the world was, we would still see its movement, since light travels so much faster than everyday motion. It would be a noticeable stream. There wouldn’t be beams of light frozen mid-path in rooms where a lamp had just been clicked, as a few people reported. It was winter where I was, and I visited a few fireplaces burning wood. Frozen flames are fascinating. They weren’t like photographs of flames. They didn’t dance but they seemed to move. The implications of this are staggering, but so was the anomaly.

The accepted theory is that this is because of quantum indeterminacy. The fire in a burning hearth is, at any given moment, an inconceivable amount of electrons being excited into motion, emitting photons in the process. That motion is minutely imprecise; electrons decide where to go when bumped into making what we call a quantum leap. This happens instantaneously. Not just very rapidly, but instantly.

However, with time slowed down to a virtual standstill, as most scientists believe, what was instantaneous perhaps takes a teensy bit of time that we are unable to measure when time moves at it’s normal pace. What is normally timeless — instantaneous — could become “timeful” when time itself is frozen. It moves. It is believed that the one thing that moved during the anomaly, is that thing called quantum indeterminacy, in which an electron is theoretically an indefinite number of places at once within the infinitesimally small area defined by the atom around which that electron orbits, orbiting not as a single object moving in a circle around its atom, but as an indefinite number of paths all occurring at once.

I know: quantum mechanics doesn’t make any sense. But neither does the anomaly, and so it kind of makes sense that when nothing else makes sense, that which usually doesn’t make sense, would.

I suppose the scientists are right. If time moved so slowly that one can perceive the motion within an instant, then the light from the lamps I mentioned could appear motionless for a long time. It isn’t like anyone was able to make precise physical measurements at that time. (For once, use of the word time fits. It was only ‘that time’ during the anomaly, that time and no other time existed. Only in memory was there other time.)

But our memory was anything but frozen.

Homesickness grew by the hour (souls, we learned, feel time even if time didn’t move). We had never before felt so lost or abandoned in our lives. Many of us traveled to our earliest childhood, to memories we didn’t know we had, driven by the fear of homesickness to infantile terror. We all recalled what it was like to awaken at night in our crib, alone. Or be lost in a supermarket.

Oh. I forgot to say that our memories, when we arrived at them, moved. We couldn’t interact with them; we couldn’t touch or talk to any person or thing except as we had during the original remembered event, but they tended to fade as they moved forward in time until they became a chaotic jumble of related memories so disorienting that we usually jumped back to the strongest memory associated with the place or to where we’d last been. (We moved backward through time to a given memory, but once there, that memory moved forward, it being of course a memory of normal time.)

Some of us, including me, learned how to float with a memory, which let us move with it through mnemonic time, retracing our steps, which was disorienting in its own way, because memory isn’t a camera, isn’t just a record of sensory experience, it’s a train of thought. You’d find yourself remembering a memory within a memory as you sat, for example, on the dock of the bay watching the tide roll away, wasting time, the old Otis Redding song taking you to other places the way music, that powerful memory aid, does.

You learned to be a leaf in the wind.

As the homesickness mounted, we became perceptible to each other. Initially, our souls didn’t see one another. But “over time” (our language fails in the face of these developments), we became visible. Not as wraiths, not as translucent versions of our bodily selves, but as memories.

Our souls are creatures of memory and light. We didn’t see each other as beings; we saw what the other was remembering — if they were remembering something in the vicinity of what you were remembering. We noticed each other as we traveled more, and a bit of downtown Portland would look wrong because other souls were visiting it in memories older or newer than ours, in winter memories versus our summer recollections. What we perceived moved an awful lot even though it happened in a physical reality frozen in time.

We attributed the shifting shapes of things to the general weirdness. But after awhile we saw the patterns. We saw the world for what it was, a blending strata of memories, each memory itself a blend of memories.

The effect was most striking in remote regions where fewer people meant fewer memories. You would revisit a sunset vista of Mt. Shasta and the sunset would blend with someone else’s sunrise from a different angle. You would focus and reclaim your remembered view, but a hint of sunrise would remain so long as the other person remained present. (“remained present” is another expression inadequate for those experiences.)

In time — ach!!! — let me replace that with words that do not make paradox — eventually, we realized that the world we souls moved in was nothing but memory, and the recognition that we were living in sheer nostalgia while the world passively ignored us, made us feel lonelier than the most tragically beheaded castle. Like a raw heart still beating long after the body has died.

We began communicating. We gathered at libraries and remembered relevant texts for others to read. We revisited favorite group experiences, like concerts, so that we could share the familiar with each other.

We experienced love. Sympathetic memories nestled into each other and people would quietly open to each other their most intimate recollections in something almost like sex; and offspring of a sort was born: memories no longer one or the others’ but now blended so much that one could hardly tell them apart. If we could have spoken, instead of saying things like, ‘You have your father’s eyes and your Aunt Rochelle’s dimples,’ we would have said, ‘You have your father’s bah mitzvah and your mother’s summer visits with her Aunt Rochelle.’

We were, I think, beginning to adjust to, even embrace, our new state of being when the freeze thawed. We fought it at first. It was disorienting now that we’d begun to understand and accept our circumstance. A vast new world had become ours.

It began as an internal pressure in our souls. Something tugging at our innards. Innards! We began to realize that we were experiencing flashes of actual, not remembered, physical sensations again. It was so disturbing, so newly familiar, that many of us found ourselves remembering being born. We resisted. It was as if something, some dominant, totalitarian memory were taking over ours.

Our memories, which we had learned to move the way an infant learns to walk, wouldn’t move properly. The shifting hazework quilt that we’d learned to conjointly share as a common dream was becoming resistant to our movements.

Some of us recognized what was happening. They stopped resisting and found themselves inhabiting their bodies again, albeit in paralysis. But with all sensations.

Breathing is the most precious sensation and the first movement of resurrection. For all the wonder of living in a land of memory, taking my first new breath, s-l-o-w-l-y but with a delicious sense of fluid motion, like a frozen river beginning to thaw, is to me the most valuable experience of it all. We had our minds and hearts expanded in countless ways during the anomaly, experienced a richness of despair and joy, loneliness and communion, that radically changed what it means to be human, but to experience — in a way we can remember! — the first breath of our resumed lives, was, it seems, the point of the lesson.

Some of us could by then walk again, and emphatically demonstrated the fact of their resurrection.

Things snowballed after that, and it is now a point of major contention whether the thaw was the result of our souls accepting their new found state as mnemonic ghosts, and thus, eventually, finding the levers of time stored within our memories, and moving them to dislodge time from its impasse; or if the world itself was regaining the movement of time and we were merely reacting to this. Regardless, there was a point where things rapidly accelerated and suddenly everyone was waking up.

We were frightened. The world was “real” again. Our eyes looked at each other through real eyeballs not just memories of one another. We had physical power. We could hurt one another. We felt hunger. We could make love. We felt the hideous seductive power of being able to keep secrets again.

I ashamedly observe that I have neglected to share in my account the existence of the souls of animals. We rarely saw them. Time and memory are different for them.

To see them, one had to think like a dog, or a crow, or an opossum. One had to slow down one’s mind to almost Buddhist tranquility to share the sense of now in which they mostly live. Plus, the memories were too often painful. For every dog contentedly having his ears rubbed, there were innumerable animals trapped in feedlot cages awaiting slaughter. Even happy memories were often discolored by most animals’ underlying terror of homo sapiens.

Things have changed because of this, and we are struggling to remove ourselves from the food chain and make enough synthetic food to satisfy us. I say satisfy, not just feed, because eating, one discovers after being something like a ghost, is a huge part of our lives. We are discomfortingly physical creatures. Let’s eat!

That said, reuniting with our pets, or seeing birds in flight and squirrels in frolic, was even more satisfying than being able to hug children and spouses again, for although we’d been closer to them in some ways during the anomaly than we might ever be again, having our memories of our furry friends merge with their living physical selves was overwhelming. Love between species transcends mere intra-species love, I’ve decided.

We reexperienced that most intimate communion of the soul with the body: tears. Joy and grief liquefied, rolling down our cheeks in a manner strangely reminiscent of how our memories had flowed around and through each other.

Already, we have made new children. I can hardly speak of the horrors so many children experienced as disincarnate souls. It was no one’s fault. Adults simply can’t stay very long within such a narrow range of memory as those of a three-year old child, nor can they endure for long the intensity of raw emotions children feel. Things improved once we obtained some understanding of the nature of our new existence and could find ways to bring children together in places of shared memory so that they might not be left so often alone.

Also, many children have new parents, the neglect of their original parents having become apparent during the anomaly. Those former abusive parents that fight to reclaim their children meet bad ends. No one is fooled. (As for sociopaths… not all of them have been killed or imprisoned. A modest number of them actually impressed us by their adherence to higher ethics for logical reasons despite lacking any emotional desire to play fair or give a rat’s ass.)

This was another disturbing yet beautiful part of the experience. We learned things about each other. Especially people who have been close and spent much time together. Our egos were crushed time and again by the truth of our petty cruelties to those we claim to cherish most.

There were riots in the churches. Not over theological differences but over physical space. The anomaly inspired much new or renewed belief in God and things of that nature, and we shared many church memories during the anomaly, people raised as atheists in particular being beggars of those with congregational memories (although too many of those congregational memories reflected poorly on the piety of their rememberers, and we learned that some of the most evil people find churches to be ideal hiding places).

Restored to our physical selves, we desperately sought churches for comfort, and there were many deaths, not so much from fighting but from crowd-crush. It was not our finest hour. This soon passed, and people are again as likely to find God in a double malt Scotch or a game of cards, but do so now with a confirmed conviction that there is more to life than meets the eye.

We are especially aware now that we will be remembered, not forgotten, at least by each other if not by God (whose existence is still as ambiguous as before). We do less, sit more, breathe deeply. Now that time has been restored, we appreciate the power of stillness. As disembodied souls, we spent hours in cherished memories. An afternoon’s satori under ancient elm trees long since dead and removed. The sad pleasures of watching your child grow up. The warmth of an adobe plaza on a cool spring evening. The moment you first fell in love.

The first time ever I saw your face. I lost my wife twice: once in normal life, again during the anomaly. But I met her for the first time many times as well.

There are countless camps of thought about what happened, not just theories of explanation but philosophies of meaning. Almost everyone agrees that whether or not some supernal intelligence did this to us to teach us something, it is as if it were so: the experience was so earth-shaking (I know, it’s absolutely the wrong expression) that we interpret it as divine intervention even if it was only a hiccup in the local space-time continuum, even if we don’t believe in God. The new saying says, ‘A miracle is proof of miracles not proof of God.’ Whether a person believes in a divine god, everyone now believes in a divine universe.

Regarding that: we lost the outer planets. Saturn fled, leaving her rings like a trail of diamonds. Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, the Oort Cloud. Jupiter was, apparently, on the right side of the fence.

So it is almost certain that the standstill was only local. Estimates are that it couldn’t have been more than 300 million miles wide/long and probably less. How thick is anyone’s guess. Long enough for the constellations to be a tad crooked. Measuring this, we conclude that the anomaly lasted for roughly 220 days.

Hard-headed Rationalists insist that it was not an act of God but of an advanced civilization, which may well be true, although cooler heads (including mine) insist that we not forget that we really have no clue. Perhaps the cosmos is the purse of some woman in (ahem) “another dimension” and we are that slip of paper with the nice guy’s phone number that she couldn’t find until she dumped the old purse’s contents into a new one, noticing a place where the seam of the silk lining had come apart.

Reaching in, she finds it again.

For all that we have learned from this cosmic miracle, we still cannot say for sure if the soul lives after death, although it seems very likely, and most of us are now firm believers in an afterlife.

We have no idea why time stood still; we were unable to make measurements during the event of anything but the extent of our memories.

We have learned what we have always known: that we would be happier and wiser to be more kind and to take other beings, including non-human beings, into consideration.

We have also learned that we are not all cut from the same basic cloth, or so we infer from reports of persons (very few) who have no recollection of the event, only the world suddenly going crazy as people suddenly became extremely animated, hugging each other, running from each other, spending hours in front of a mirror, storming churches, restaurants, and grocery stores (the concepts of religion, food, and money will never be the same), and touching, touching, touching. They fear that they may not have souls. We cannot comfort them about this, but we make a point of cherishing them as best we can.

We have more questions than answers, but this is hardly unusual. But we have the courage of having experienced an undeniable miracle. We have new hope. We have found new reason to care about one another.

Time moves on. New children are being born, and in time, all those who experienced the event will die. What is now an inescapable miracle that no one will ever forget, will over generations become another myth. Already, the grounds of its fallibility are being laid by groups of people predicting that this is a sign that God or ET will return to do whatever it is that Gods or fantastically advanced civilizations return to do.

Over time this prophecy will blend with chronicles of the event, and unless God or ET shows their face before too many centuries have passed, the myth will gradually be discredited by association. History of the past grows unreliable over time, especially if it ties itself to predictions about the future. Some day, the existence of the Outer Planets will be dismissed as another myth, and only indulgers of faith will believe.

Already, lies are told about the event. Lying is fundamental to human consciousness; it is what makes imagination possible.

I write these notes because people will forget and disbelieve over time. Most everyone has or will record their memories of it. Time capsules of all kind, including satellites in orbit, are being made.

I close with my own speculations. Let no man quote them as anything but: the ability to think forward and behind is the main component of having a soul. With the advent of human beings and a few higher animals like the cetaceans, elephants, a few others, consciousness no longer fits inside the bodily present. We saw this in the souls of most animals. That they have souls at all was because they have memory. At some point downward on the evolutionary ladder, we find creatures who don’t have memories but simply are memories. Beetles, ants, bees (although some report that beehives have a kind of soul): they appear to be no more than the memory of DNA, not of themselves. Their perception of time is such a narrow slice that the act of self-reflection, which is critical to all forms of sentience, of self-awareness, can’t happen. There is simply no room in them for a soul. For if we’ve learned anything about souls, it is that they are made of memory, which is made of time.

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Huge dark matter/dark energy lenses responsible?

Donald Trump is clearly incompetent. The US federal government failed to protect its citizens from the coronavirus pandemic unlike nations in Eurasia and the South Pacific. Joe Biden is really too old and any attempt to rebuild a new Western Empire is just as futile as the Bourbon Restoration after Napoleon. There is no communication across the divides. A bipartisan compromise to end today’s battle between globalists and nationalists for control seems impossible. Unless the future goes Mad Max from the get-go, a regional and class-based civil war is likely.

Agreed, Usians no longer know how to talk to each other. Usians now talk at each other; if at all…
I think the civil war has already started and it’s not being fought along clearcut lines…
What’s going on today is not recognised for what it really is…

Trump’s rallies may mark the start of something like leadership. Reading the protocols, they’re making reasonable attempts to allow public congregation while significantly reducing contagion. Despite Trump himself being anything but a role model, contagion-wise, how they’re holding the rally is how we should have proceeded from day one.

If the numbers don’t spike too much between now and Nov 4, this might mark the reascendance of Herr Golden Floss’s political star.

In the country of blind people, even the man with one eye peering from his bugnhole can be King. If Biden can be touted as a viable candidate, then the people can be swayed by Trump’s… appeal, I guess you’d call it if he starts responding non-chaotically.

That is obviously just a rough squint-eyed peripeheral take on the subject. I’ll point out that I don’t recall seeing any BLM protestors not wearing masks, and I suspect a ton of tonight’s rally attendees will pointendly not wear masks…

…anyone here think the event will be without violence?

Bosco:. Time Stands Still

Very good! I wish I could write like that!

Sadly my writing is mostly of a technical bent!

As you can probably imagine I repeatedly failed English composition since I can’t write about abstract stuff like william sheakphear!

But hey, I did see his crypt in some church in London!

Hi Boscohorowitz.
Thank You.
Hi WES. I did read your stuff about your friend coming home to no home.
I think there may be at least one more side to that story.

I’m at a loss. What next for the cocooners? When will they crack out and fly, because that’s what life demands? It’s dangerous out there.
Thank goodness.

Yes indeed…
Do you remember: “Feel the fear and do it anyway…”?
My little ditty is: “Fear is a thief; don’t let it steal from you.” 😉

boscohorowitz
I read this second page too.
I assume that there are more inspiring pages of your accumulated wisdom.

A group of ancients wise men, ( I think the women missed that meeting), put together a book of wisdom and endowed the main character with the ability of expressing their accumulated experiences for achieving a worthy life.
Unfortunately, only a few of the rifraf could read, and enablers were tasked with the function of reading, and interpreting those concept for achieving a rewarding life.
Today, we call those books “the holy books” and those wise men “the holy men”.
Even now, the women, who have been the main teachers of the next generations, have not been able to remove the influence of the holy books which have left the women out of being the central characters.
However, Women have achieved some small success, (beside being the power behind the thrones)

Where it is celebrated,
Mothers day is more important than Fathers day.