Elusive Elite

 /408 Elusive Elite

You can conquer some skills in 40 hours. You can pay for some lectures adding 20 hours over 4 months at $4000 (depending on the currency, century, country, corruption, etc) You can tame addiction, drive yourself like a horse into instincts, and you can break your bones to put yourself into submission, and respect, and improvement - but you are the choice in the question, your ideas are made of trillions of thoughts, and your thoughts are the world and the dream where you see. There tomorrows, and there are yesterdays, now can wait and you cannot. / Lo que quiero, lo tengo, ellos se quieren, y cuán hay tenemos, os flipais como politicos, yo supongo que será en éste mundo. / Planned (political) obsolescence, first to get them to think they need it, if I say they're bad, it's predicated on assumptions including that I'm not, as if to manufacture dissent among the recently disenfranchised; elitists that no their disorders well and the ivory towers still evacuate some ere. At the gym, I am (ego). Music makes harmony, bureaucracy makes sanctimony. It's row after row, bouts of being, that the longer the suppression the longer depression, with late night rants against a system like advice from beggar to billionaires, why was he giving advice I'd say. At lengthy conversation, the truth of exploration and the flaws in logic, mix the reason and direction and nothing works, or you're tired and it's time to rest. Instead of making goals forgotten and losing the voice of reason, there's a lot going into the last thought before reflection, make this and the next place safe. / As problems have answers, a dream without obstacles isn’t one route to success, but errors or old habits not replaced, with the conceit of trust in (what) dreams (are made of) and recklessness of bad priorities, threatens every other wo/man’s reputation, even the young and innocent from places we might pass in our own learning/journey; it puts them in the danger zone, rumors and stereotypes mirror you as professional liars and panic planning, what those could’ve been a pebble in the road some time ago, or the mountain we stoically face, as we win, and survive a bad morning, or good luck and bad, or loss and suffering, to become refreshed and potential, a deep breath and ability, and not bring bad weather to humanity and family with hard doctrines to every commentator. Have stock and faith in yourself and begin again. Manners holding our thoughts together, behavior of the civilized. 

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Sine Heir

 /406 Sine Heir

The negative positive waves of sound, in the static electricity of emulsifying sounds drowning each other, like too many lead guitarists or cooks in a kitchen, we avoid negative wavelengths at length, to avoid cancelling and contradictory frequencies. A signal has a wavelength, in digitizing sound the length and height of a wave can contain more energy and be encoded or encapsulated to complex cyphers and systems, as songs make us feel certain ways, a single note can interrupt thoughts, and data is decoded. When listening to my headphones a cello plays at 50Hz, a lower tone melody that drained at my battery of my Bluetooth headphones quicker than the short beeps and high pitched guitar solos, a steady and long vibration at the cost of battery life. The universe vibrates at a frequency to the fringes of existence, and we live in it, in some spirituality it passes thru us, in some reality it bounces on us and around us. For the deep tones of the universe to create a song in the human mind, we would need more energy just to hear it, or live longer to download all that the stars have to offer. For these times each news is new, and we in pattern, doting the digital like it’s some teacher, recreate this scripted presentation, infantile we prioritize the reflections of the meaningless information sphere, and aged we defend it as the path. Imagine walking toward a moving mirror, and for it to break we break it, simple, but all are reflections of each other, and all are reflections of the questions that time offers us to explore. To gain an understanding of the many worlds, to teach like forgotten stars and annoy like the distractions, as if shielding and reflecting the great lessons of time would get us any closer. The thoughts and ideas, or ideas and plans, or plans and goals, or goals and victories, or victories and adventures, or adventures and possibilities. This simulation would have to be in the isometric inverted equilateral polygon, inside a square mirrored box, or the shape of your choosing, and able to create the illusion to see forward, to become the reflections needed to advance the understanding of what is behind you, without the mirrors cascading deception for any perspective, and for every possibility we multiply every possibility because the universe to be explored is expanding in all directions, and any mathematical point is expanding in all directions as the basis for infinite space, another debate for less poetic papers, which we have yet to discover. The material that doesn’t exist, will the growth of expanding energy and wavelengths creating infinite environments create all that hasn’t been created yet? Will space consume space, adding echoes to the wavelength frequency/note too loud for us to hear? Until you impress on yourself the direction, you will never remember your future. A big distraction interrupts, small distractions add together eventually, a mind in balance moves quick in the way. / It’s amazing what oneself can master in 40 hours. In a week one could learn free/freely on the internet what some universities charge (stimulated and simulated) thousands (currency) over months. The television will let you master how to spend time with people, what the wisdom of response is, but you must write the lines. Yours is a life tomorrow, and the same today. Yesterday is never, tomorrow is clever. Look at the story, to adventure you travel with the gods in the machine, to lead you take these lessons memorized. You will lead if you study. Often many learners are teachers, a book has many words put in sentences in order, but a lecture has a direction, as a visual learner you choose the direction and the order, only the unknown is a mystery. We learn, because often we are more confident than qualified. A debate plays emotions against merit, this isn’t where the geniuses are. Look at the arguments, judge the cases without yourself, pick a side with emotion, see the chance with sympathy, but will it never be wise to say you know. We live, find peace, and become learners. One who knows all seeks nothing, such a person we will study. Without the fires of learning societies wouldn’t have left our caves eons ago, and with the energy of the universe its radiation addz entropy, but we must explore it anyway. 

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Discontentia

The only place is the populace, the public house for privacy, to leave the secrecy in code; that place where conversation begins, a beginning of peaceful terms, and in this awakening where I share information only, those will not be endorsement other than their vessel, empty by the way of the dharma, delivered by the tao, and given to karma in all modes.

Wake, wrench your muscles like clothes of the spirit, prepare your coffee and envision nirvana, then do your taichi motions. When finished, drink your coffee and meditate on the western paradise.

Pack tools and archives, clothes and medicine, go and make plentitude in service to all modes.

Sample tastes and reflect, strengthen according to needs, have tea and be mindful of your thoughts; enter the vehicle of your transformation and continue to grow, avoiding attachment to gravity lift and be seen; feed your body and mind.

Plan ahead, revise your schedule, and establish yourself; watch success in action, study knowledge, find questions in lessons, make notes and complete goals; hunt your next target.

Yoga, code, write.

Get Your Ass to Mars

 It's sad, really. There is racial tension where I live, or at least, poor writers and over-priveledged newsies are stuffing it into my eyes for ratings. I'm not sure what happened, I am sure of a fixed moment from the past of each life, and I must share it to others. - - If you see yourself as different, then you will be different, for what you imagine is what you will become.

 Oddly, let us place a scenario, that you all are different from me, and my dissapointment perpetual, and then all of suddenly, one of your worst dies. It's super bad enough, a death, be it anyone, it is bad if they are one of you or mine, if they are the causes or the victims, but to protest for the worst among humans is sad, and it's going to scare all the innocent people that you somewhat-refuse to be, and they'll become so scared that the wrong people are hurt by fear and manipulation - all avoidable.

 At the top, there are those that plain as day do not believe in "trickle-down" (reciprocal) economics, but I see the failure is that they don't believe in trickle-down leadership. Take 2 - in weakness, blaming power, the power drains from the institution that the weak previously created themselves, hating responsibility and hating giving responsibility, by all involved, it collapses. It could be government, it could be economies, it could be dreams. There's no need to be emotional, but if you're teaching people (with success, facts) you understand, if you're blaming people, you don't understand. This picture gets its color, even in racial identity, as to realize that movements are pulled and pushed by large forces, clear to some, quiet to others.

[ In editing this entry, I have to add one thing. Whoever is in charge of Venezuela, is a fucking retard, or demon, or both. ]

 Imagine a spy, whom would patently tell you that everything you know is wrong, because the spy is the enemy, and now think of your neighbor, your fellow human, they are honest to the best of their ability, or inability, there is no conspiracy, and I believe that protest, a requierment albeit irritating, just makes the innocent think of conspiracy. A flood of protests might stop fires while washing civilisation away.

 I was visitied by a friend recently, he told me that he had read something, so I immediately knew that what he was about to tell me might be incomplete or repurposed or just annoying, but I listened, and the conversation continued.

 So, I was then told that he had learned that each one of us only uses ten percent (10%) of our brains. I questioned him if that was what he meant to say, making sure we spoke the same language, and asked him if it is a ten-percent use of the brain in which to speak as just he had unto me.

 He concurred, agreeal, inasmuch we do use the aforementioned ten-percent portion in order to speak, and quickly continued with attentive furthering information. I watched him tell me information, which when complete was newly learned to me, amazingly we only use ten-percent of our brains in everything.

 I took a moment to process the information, then I told him I am amazed it is so little when one realizes there is a hundred-percent (100%) of a brain in our skulls, but it explains a lot about what's been happening around here.







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Shapeshifter soul

Mountains do not reinvent themselves, they are torn by vine and rain and the living. Matter passes thru the circle of existence into the next stage of reality, and when the mountains fill the oceans and the world turns on itself, the depth of the earth will lash at space, the burst of rage at the cold silence like waking sleep and blind memory. If each seed of the world bows to the next, then each plant fears no man, by series of progress only the obstacle can become the path. 

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A human opens their mind to the divine, standing still among many and among none, This is the nature of consciousness, subject to definition as a perspective of either lifeforms above us or below us, distinction reserved for the observer. Begin your world anew.  

A mind seeks identity, overlooking themselves for illusions, distrusting their reflections and replacing success with demise. Begin yourself anew. 

Seeing others, peace becomes the only refuge for those in danger or in madness, we find enemies when we look for them, and they find us just the same, if the enemy insanity the manifestation reciprocates. Begin your trust anew. 

Finding ourselves as the form which society allows, an individual contrasts itself to entities of commerce, tradition, and mere laws, until it begins to reject problems or become them, rejecting culture until attaining individual thought. Begin your search anew. 

It finds nature as all life, holding onto reality until rejoining the river of time, which time is the great wilderness of all ways, by and from each individual construct of eternity to every remittance of immortality in the fires of reincarnation. Begin your life anew. 

We can enter the spiritual plane, as endless echoes of memories does consciousness allow hidden worlds and unknown magic of the afterlife, where the reflection of sound meets an emotion's energy, dreams are easily thrown into a storm when reality is incomplete or undefined. Begin your dream anew. 

They doubt the singularity, fathomless contribution and unrequited identity, which rain drops cannot reverse quantum weight in vapor, countless systems of innumerable elements minuscule aside vacuous celestial spaces, as lightning having a singular direction, the compression merely a portal of the ethereal world, as fire flees embers to seek the cold, so does the plant reach for stars, as light among infinite supercilious energies, so does perpetuation destroy itself. Begin your day anew. 

Misappropriated Requisition

A political cartoon, a warrior of the times guarding the chalk outline where someone once rested, holding a sign that reads "private property".

I had no choice to respond to this with equal force, to imagine things the right way instead of the errors of reality, or simulation of imagination.

There are all the dreams of humanity, the combinations of obligations, facetiousness, and consideration, all of which are subject to a reigning future.

While the admittance to powerlessness, a river of raindrops and temporary peace, despite opportunity to forget there are some who remember to persevere, into independence, into complicity.

To error is the way of forgetfulness, comparative to crimes of the self, that is to say that we cannot be contrived, but in the manner one endangered animal in a specialized refuge can, for perhaps, become fifty-thousand apex animals, which new arrangements much be made, how wonderful this thought is that entire planets, if not entire galaxies, could be creations in order to let humanity do what it finds natural.

That someone could think that space guarded by the living is not theirs is not inaction, it is activity to avoid a bad feeling, to change for but the sake.

I fear it is a sick many of minds that release the dead like captured pieces no longer exploitable, this is true in unnecessary detested plagues, these are the trivialities of the manipulated truths.

The creationist makes their creations, and the revolutionists continue to misunderstand, without cause to learn the truth of the momentum, which one can block if possible as many can if available it seems, but not understanding ownership a delusion acts in their stead.

If is not property, how can it be taken; if believed that property is wrong, then how are amenities confiscated under confiscation; if property is communal, how is a political body a requirement?

There are clear mistakes alongside trepidation of leadership, those that sign themselves to service and those that assign themselves to charity, these are the many things that fight to control a line that isn't there.

The dependency on dependents, a state requires people that require a state, a redundancy of speculation surrounded by its own gravity, a people require certainties, where the universe does not cease outside of the vacuum.

I cannot follow if I cannot lead, screaming for a challenger, were I to take league with weakness I would make agency of theft, not stronger than the meek, not weaker than my false desires, and soon to insanity I could redirect what I cannot see nor imagine while being blind to the world.

To more the merrier whom can make peace like the sunlight, to surety that less have contributed more than others, while sounding as the fray are oft to do, which hidden in their individualism as a collectivist, find it hard to allow property if they themselves are not property of a collective.

It is not a collective because we begin at different moments in time, as often a pool of blood spills from a single wound, humanity spills across time from its end to beginning, even perhaps in reverse, a gathering of the deathless and the truth of the living.

Al hambre de siete dias, no hay pan duro.

~ proverbio español

More-Commoner-Sense

Thread: Alternative Anxiety Supplements

as one of those people with calculated people skills, great for internet tho, the more I work out, the calmer I get, but for the normal person, stress is caused by actual physical stress, too much gym without rest time is way stress mode, it could even be too much pillow folding your neck, bad posture the whole day, or maybe rigidity like knots because not stretching; 

There's also your nutrition, sugar/bread/carbs crashes, not for nothing, i'm good with stimulants, coffee, tea, other, etc, (to a point) and a a total mess with depressants, i can't toke/drink (tequila is a wildcard) and didn't even know it until as of late, I can't hang with those, you could be the opposite, or it could easily be - too much of - a good thing stressing the body, mind; 

AND there's also the focus, aside from fuel and lifting, sometimes early to bed, early to rise, sorta, and pray/meditate, I always have to add, but I have to defragment my thoughts now and then, maybe you need REM sleep, or stimulating conversation, entertaining experiences, action, adventure! 


* i told you so crew *

Hero's Eye

You might list a dozen more steps before you finish the laundry and move on to the second chore on your original list. If you had to consider every small, low-level detail of every task in your day, you would probably never make it out of bed in the morning. Using a higher-level, more abstract list makes your day manageable. Abstraction makes complex tasks look simple.

Now that I have your attention I want to write-on-record. Let's look at this like a problem, just in case there are a few suicidal punk bitches still out there. Unfortunately, I only know what I know, and that often doesn't grasp with reality and certainly is at war with populism, I'll explain soon enough if that was a cliffhanger thought.

When I looked at the numbers of suicides in the military, I was stupefied, questioning my faith, if this is you, I don't mean to be condescending, frankly these are the people supposed to defend us, and for some reason they cannot save themselves, for matters of legality regarding libel, we can say their resolve has dissolved. The numbers of the dissolved are at record highs, for this I, a (lifelong) fiction hobbyist, considered that account of them had merely slipped into the field of espionage and taken new soluble identities, but for the numbers this couldn't be completely true. In my interests, anything possible, I even minimized it, considered 'it is only them and not me' and likely am in the hereafter. Theoretically, I could blame anything plausible and almost anything assumable, that state of nature to the nature of the state, it's a long list.

I like fiction, but we need an actual event to make the leap of faith, then we can continue. It is important to realize, there are people in our time that strap explosives to themselves and then explode, we call those people inbreds. They are following an unspoken code of honor held amongst old thieves and newborns, if you can't handle it yourself, don't ask for favors to get it done. What these people don't realize is soldiery and police are a piece of any family and the ones we have are just that, merely for a bigger family. Corruption is a poisonous specter, an enemy of mortality, like any other a view in depth at this is my point.

I've said before that enrollment practices could be improved if recruiters would play movies about demolition engineering and talk about the shooting range, they make a lot of promises and the shared understanding of threat goes largely unspoken. If killing isn't your business, then economics is your game, because it's a supply and demand game. There are people who commit military abandonment, I'd like you didn't do that, but being in a distinguished military you came from a successful country and you'll make some good babies and teach some good lessons, in some remote impoverished corner of the world. In my own ordinary way I briefly denied it was true, I imagined that it was a way for anarchists and speechifiers to discredit the service altogether, but then I realized they can stop enlistment. 

That only leaves one scenario that fiction embraces well but to be curt isn't easy and is written using universe. There has been a death in combat, enemy or ally, that has happened, and what we call grief floods our vision. That, coupled with all the formative concerns a fighter thinks, becomes a problem and instead of letting it go, they feel that the person is dead, that time should erase the dead. To remove them from ever existing, in regards to never becoming an enemy, to never adding a kill to a list, to never putting a human weapon so far from the west. It begins to pile, and when it shits is rains.


Often is the case that when the spies and spooks snap and commit treason, their minds are filled with thoughts of what they want, basically that they keep hoping for fantasies until they betray the groundwork. So I offer you this advice: don't imagine those who you have left or lost or laid to rest have something better, for they have gone from this place, imagine them in heaven (or hell) as if they had not made the bad choices that took them. All bad places are roaming prisons, and any place can get bad real fast. The trauma afterward supposedly can be terrible, and some can't make it on the outside either, your dreams should be what you miss the most, this is true for everyone. Imagine something that has no choice, when we dream it is no different, a beautiful lady can't resist you because you're broke, or a steamy dude dream, it's a different age.

In any case, don't imagine what you think someone else needs to make it through the night, or you might miss them and what prop item you gave them in your nightmare; think of what you want for yourself after this and think on it; I always think about the one food that I miss the most, that I'm going to eat when I get home.



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