LYRICS

The applications are to blameAll the people do all dayIs stare into a phone (Placebo, Too Many people)

“Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!” (Chief Seattle)

When rock stars were myths (Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker)

Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, Now that it's the opposite it's twice upon a time (Moondog)

Time is an illusion (Einstein)

Saturday 19 September 2020



The plants of a Scottish moor are hardy for the reason that they inhabit virile and hardy terrain, attractive to hunters and birds of prey. The confusion of the UN and other logical thinkers is that the wild and self-regenerating landscapes are somehow separate from Man in his ivory tower. The truth is that the same rules of regeneration apply to livestock and prairie, and the same laws of hardiness and metamorphosis are apparent.

Metamorphosis, where life becomes death, where primal fertility is strong and pure on the moor, where strength is seen in the dancing line of gorse and heather and the short, stubby grass that rabbits adore.

'Anyone that wants to buy fur really is sick. Fur belongs on animals only. Nuts to think some of Britain's department stores still sell fur.' (Carrie Symonds)

 
Boris Johnson's girlfriend Symonds is speaking the language of the UN appealingly enough on the said moor, seeming not to notice the lines of growth and decay she is traipsing over.

Line is a  primal fertility that only Man can seem to ignore under his/her feet. The reason for that has to be that the head is speaking in a detached sense, unaware of the life and death going on all about. Strength is fertility because the limbs of the body are held together by supple sinews, by waves of muscle attached to sculptural bone.


MWK The Sacrifice

While the sorcerer scratches their head and desperately consults, the hero has leapt and grabbed. The primordial serpentine rhythms of this picture are pulsatingly Howard.

While our dear leaders - like the hapless conjurer here - ponder their portfolios of abject sterility, what escapes their attention is the reality that Symonds steps over on her grouse moor; primeval line.

Strength and fertility are never born of information for the simple reason this ignores the primal root of things. The ability to grasp and leap. The active world is primal, while the world of the head is immolated in sterile illusions.

Their lies - such as that cattle-breeding is a carbon-hazard (prev), or animal pelts are a moral hazard - become the truths of a world built on weakness and ego.

The members of

The Studio (telling stories and chewing gum)

are one in that they are all driven bodily (I mean, Jeffrey Jones was driven to be a woman!) The sense of the flesh that clings to bone. Life is fertile and of the body, or it is essentially sterile and of the head.

Animals fertilize pasture through the strength of their muscular physiques. Cutting down forests is a sterile act (prev) that enables the sterilization of animal flesh (just as "clean meat" is flesh without bone - weak and characterless with no chops P130)

In the US, mixed pig farming that would fertilize neighboring crops are now intensive hog farms that have a by-product of massive storage of waste.

As is usual in a sterile system, the chief work is carrying away rubbish. What the sterile mind of officialdom never grasps is that natural materials metamorphose into useful products (TOFf2). The smells and visceral quality of such primitive scenes have a downside, but they are physical as opposed to an illusion of the mind. They are healthy as opposed to a health-hazard.

There are always negativities because that's reality; the question is, do you want to live in a strong and fertile land, or a weak and sterile illusion of the ego?

What exists outside of the ego is the body, a product of absolute time or rhythm. The body is strong and skeletally sculptural (Moebius Arzach). Jointed hips swivel and define shape and sex. Where the body is extant, physical attributes of action and fertility are displayed in-the-field. Man and maid riding horses through a region of mixed farmland.

On the prairie exists absolute time, which is simply rhythm (prairie songs). Relativity exists in geometrical space, which is an infinite reflection of the mirror of illusions (HB135).

The mirror of illusions is electromagnetism - Faraday's solenoid (P136). Faraday is himself a reflection of Newton's light-box (Newton's knives C4-C6)

The infinite mirror-illusion constructs a space that is geometrical and logical and attractive to the ego of acolytes (see Ayne Rand versus Perrine Sandrea P135)

Now, you can turn round and say to me, "The modern world is highly convincing, our senses tell us" (see "phenomenology"). The point is an illusion IS convincing; the more you get into logical junk the more convincing it is to the ego and THEREFORE the more illusory (virtual).

Outside the ego exists organic decadence, which is represented by the physical attributes of Man and animals. From decadence springs revival in-the-field. The cycle is strong and pure.

A relative world is simply the reflection of infinite mirrors - a geometrical illusion. Within the mirrors exists the profane dragon - the corruption of natural rhythm(prev.)

Relativity exists in geometrical space (CERN). It may also exist in perspective space which is more or less a product of lenses - see HB56, DNA diffraction patterns HB71)

When we see line in organic things, we also sere time - the absolute expression of primal movement in space to define shape (see top image).

Why does the palm have lines that palm-readers use to judge character? Because they are a product of absolute time where  rhythms are present.

In relative time the primal rhythms are hidden and corrupted by the profane serpent hidden in the mirror of illusions (electromagnetism, sun, perspective). Relativity is an illusion that appears real because of the illusions of geometry and perspective.

As Einstein himself said,

As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.

Meaning math can be a fantasy of the Big Tech dragon; this is the land of sorcerers we inhabit, both real and illusion, weak and physically infertile, harbouring the mirror of illusions wherein resides the profane serpent of corrupt rhythm (and no lamb chops).