Satan & Satana surveyed the special circle of Hell reserved for Christians. Yes, all of them, every last one. The blatant hypocrites fell down the Gone to Hell Chute, but the ones who didn’t shriek out against the insidiously vicious hypocrisies became Hell Dwellers as well. .. .. Satana sighed. “All religions enslave and enslaver the mind, the heart,” she said as she nuzzled Satan’s red, leathery ear, “but seeing as we get the refuse from all over the Dimension, I’m still agogagog at how poisonous the faux-holy Christians became after they made their cursed pact with Power." .. ..   more »

There is the Golden Mean, a pleasing & harmonious proportionality. There is our Obsidian Mean, a pleasing and reckless splash in the sea of ebullient chaos and returning, so far, to the Shores of Reason with barracudas of odd truth.   more »

Please, as you would ask your spouse, How was your day? -- in the morning, set your alarm 1/2 an hour early for a mutual muse and ask her/him How were your dreams last night? We are ineluctably involved in a larger, very multi-faceted consciousness & it's time for us learn all our capacities. .. .. Similarly you can ask your child at breakfast, How was your night at school? They are learning every night from a fabulous reservoir of cosmic experience, and if you attend to their TV & Books & Music, why aren't you attending to their Dreaming? (Tho, of course, they are unlikely to be 'kids' in their dreams!!)   more »

We will come to see that our greatest national emergency and urgency is getting our nation wi-fied and laptopped. The WiLap Project. .. .. The WiLap – WiFi & Laptops – Project is the Manhattan Project; the Moon Shot; the Interstate Highway System; and the Tennessee Valley Electrification of our own time. .. ..    more »

So, our thoughts, fantasies, & all other perceptions including memories and memories of memories & so4th careen around the multiverse invisible to most folks in our k1 persistent kinesthetic dimension. These exotic existants ‘weigh’ lots less than any feather, but there are so many of them, they add up. Cf that one grain of sand ain’t much (except to me 'n Blake), but a lot of these nano-boulders is a beach – stuff adds up. .. .. I had never thought of being yet meaner to BushCo Ilk. I have been an Irony Extremist, but not simply meaner. As we can grok above, there’s plenty of Room if I want to add that reality. Maybe I can do a High Noon showdown with our Executive Pipsqueak? Or put him through the Fargo leaf chopper & feed the mince of him to the poor dying frogs – amphibian instant kyoto karma? .. ..   more »

Why am I so nice, sensible, strategic? It’s driving me nuts. .. .. I had the dream with George Bush I told you about where OtherLand-I was so much more civil and diplomatic and, yes, wiser, than DayLand-I am about the loathsome Present Menaces. DayLand-I hate that odious-they are rapaciously aforethought stealing from pleasant dear ordinary people. (The mantra: $820,000 per minute/Military Budget; additional $200,000 per minute.) .. ..   more »

From now & henceforth, inculcating this claptrap crap upon the unsullied young will be considered child abuse – leave their beauty-able, wonder-able minds alone. Sniff, snort, or exhort that JC drug & you get a scarlet J tattooed on your intoxinicated, lethal forehead so we can know to shun your non-happy-heathen rump. .. .. Instead, lie down on the ground and lay your cheek against the precious dirt of Earth & utter not a sound. True awe is unspeakable & leaves you speechless. .. ..    more »

I’m interested in following my shapeshifting Perception Beast forth & back across the border from DayLand to OtherLand. I am a perception addict. The kaleidoscopic infinitude depends on being deftly intent all the time .. .. .   more »

We’re all intestine-casings, nada mas, nada menos – ICs, that’s we. Fancyish perhaps, but intestine-casings nonetheless. So there’s not so much to get huffed up + puffed up about. Intestine Cases, crawling, winging, galloping, strolling, hopping, slinking, finning, tangoing – it’s all a fancy dress ball for the kissable, &, for most, the not-so-kissable ends of the churning, peristalsizing digestive tract .. ..    more »

George III doesn’t want people to think he is just shipping off mainly poor young men to the slaughter streets & yellow-brick IED roads. .. .. As of Dec 31, 2005, George III has gallantly contributed four & .356 toes to the noble Cause & Course.   more »

We are on the cusp of a 'breakthrough' in multi-D consciousness. It's already well-under way in the Next Age communities -- it just hasn't broken through the Christian Iron Veil yet. (Not to suggest that you, dear reader, are or aren't Christian -- it's just that Fanged Christianity is in the ascendancy in America now rather than Tender Christianity.) .. ..   more »

“In the most simplistic terms, what is 'good' in our Earth density of experience is not the same as 'what is good' in our less-dense ethereal realms of experience. Thus, 'evil' ain’t always bad. Most true evil comes from confusing the layers of consequence between dimensions of experience. .. .. We cannot bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. .. ..    more »

Alas, our nation is in the grip of the Fanged Christians who have so little to do with Jesus’ radical exhortations to Love your Enemy, Turn Your Other Cheek, Turn Your Other Towers that it is a deep shame that these Fanged get to blurt and bleat his name to cover horrible and even brutal acts of violence and intolerance.   more »

When we grok our ultra-infra existence as well as our earth-G density, with our enhanced sensibilities, we will recoil from war-killing (our new & rationalized version of human sacrifice -- we just do it better) as if our own weapon boomeranged and shot, exploded, napalmed, phosphoroused, slashed, stabbed, slaughtered, mutilated our very own flesh and splintering bones. We will recoil and we will refrain. We will shrink back from bloodthirst. .. ..   more »

It was this fable that made me a militant pacifist. When I started to write it, I was 'against war.' When I finished it, I was consciously and intently a militant pacisfist -- ". . . once I truly saw the exquisite radiance of even the most benighted life."   more »

Typically treason is committed out of the highest though sadly twisted motives. Any citizen who says we should darken our light of reason and concern is direly missing the point of democracy. (Not unlike, by the way, that people willing to go to war are missing the dreadful and radical point of 'Love your enemy.' .. .. ..   more »

There's a guy in our town who paints the side of his house with foot high-lettered imprecations towards his pet-peeve city council persons.In blood-red paint. Of course we all think he's crazy. .. .. Lately however, the reason I most wish I owned my rented house for is that I could then paint the side of my house with $820,000 per minute/Military Budget and an extra $200,000 per minute/Iraq budget. .. ..   more »

Instinct is like salt, cinnamon, or cilantro -- damned tasty and essential, but you can't live on it. Listen, sure, but consider before you heed. Most people are afraid of any instinct because it can have embarrassed them or impoverished them or made them join patriotic or religious groups and kill people in the name of America or some such ghastliness. Keep your discernment. But if it passes the reasonably harmless test, do be swayed.    more »

In a sugar plum-colored daze, May the bounty of days amaze. The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese, The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers. Clowns somersault, salts clown around. We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels. Pluck luck from your pudding like plums. Succumb to plums. Steal style. Flaunt jauntiness. Hail heartiness. Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.    more »

"Spirit, mind, heart -- this is the trinity that people seek to comprehend, to tend, to organize. Then their life will be sweet, will be serene, will be complete. .. .. " Why is this not so?" Because of what no one can bear to attend to. Because of what seems �beneath us� as civilized persons. .. .. "Viscera. We ignore or disdain viscera to our implacable, even ferocious danger .. ..    more »

Sometimes you think you�ve been as sad as you can get. Then you get sadder yet. Then you get so rage and pain and bleak and black past that sad that when you cry, tears of black blood run down your face and the days of scarlet are gone like birds that sing. Into the silent onyx world, soundless memories of you hauntedly appear. You gave me over for what? A piece of silver? .. ..   more »

Niccolo Machiavelli was remarkably savvy. He knew how to codify wickedness or ruthlessness. He was kind of the satanic Hammurabi. The Perfect Pragmatist sans coeur. (Not that ole Hammurabi was warm & fuzzy. For instance: 'The witness who testifies falsely is to be slain.' So 'Bye bye, KarlBoy.') The Present Menaces are the genetic offspring of the Inquisitor DNA Line and the DNA Machiavelli Line . .. ..    more »

These are Nine wonderful Detailed Gold Star Letters/Articles from Crawford & Beyond.. .. . . Received 12.04; 9.10; 9.01; 8.30; 8.26; 8.25; 8.24; 8.23; 8.22; . . ... . [By the way, do not tar Karen by any association with pogblog's views nor anyone else's. This is a very independent lady, be very sure]. .. .. .. "There�s a full moon over Camp Casey tonite, the same as the night Ken was killed, nearly 15 months ago. I am always comforted seeing a full moon. When Ken was in Iraq I used to look at it knowing he saw the same moon. There was so little that we could physically share during those 384 days. I guess I feel like he was sharing that same moon with me tonite . . .. .At the hotel, Gold Star Moms Michelle, Lynn (mothers to David & Travis) and I solved a few of the world�s problems. I don�t think you could call it a slumber party, but when �girls� get together, we had lots to say. And talking about our boys was first priority!" .. .. .. Day 4 .. .. .. This is not the end and George Bush should know that he hasn�t heard the last from us! I�m sure he wishes he had planned this vacation for anywhere but Crawford, TX, but while he has been on vacation, more than 31 US soldiers have been killed .. .. ..[2129 .. 120405]   more »

Housing revolting killers for their lifetime seems a cheap price to pay for our not becoming killers by proxy ourselves. .. .. I prefer to leave the Judgment of Death in the hands of Fate or the Universe rather than becoming a premeditated killer myself .. .. .    more »

I had a long dream in which I was being nice to George Bush. No, no, not biblically nice. We were alone in a rustic place. I was talking to him about the original simple palaver of radical Jesus before it got all hyped up with the poison of power. And most poignantly I was talking about Ho Chi Minh, the winning Vietnam general, saying, ?We live here. We would have fought you for 300 years.? Mr. Bush said, ?He said that?? .. .. ..   more »

I�m hoping to get us to think about not an Utopia, but rather an Buenopia � not perfect but good enough. In that world which will be wrought by the progressive work we begin and continue now, we will have solved the pathology of the real Pornography, Obscene, Filthy Accumulation. .. stynking synnes vile .. ..   more »

The time is Y0, the Year 0. (Not really Y0, of course, as there had been fabulous human history for more before the so-called Year Zero than after.) Still to come is the Inquisition, the Crusades. The manifestly destined wrecking of the Native Americans North & South from sea to shining sea. The importation of human chattel as slaves from Africa. The on-going oppression of women as a subtler chattel, or cattle. A myriad of ultimately aimless named-slaughters and unnamed dismemberments and indentures. A myriad is ten thousand so 4.9875 Stupid Slaughters a year is about right. The singed shuddering stench of the electric chair. Ah the glory of mankind .. .. .    more »

I always remember Ho Chi Minh, the winning Vietnam general, saying, "We live here. We would have fought you for 300 years."    more »

Fugu is the expert filleting of the exceedingly poisonous Hypocrisy fish . . . The radical and aggressive treatment probably necessary for cheney viperiens extremos is emergency splenectomy. The metastasized spleen just has to be hacked out on the spot�at the bus stop (As if any of them would ever ride a bus!) or at the dinner party with the butter knife or at the humvee sales lot .. .. .. We need to explore with you students of comedy how people live in the apr�sWar world .. .. . .    more »

"One black candle" is how we spectrally wander the halls of our dismay with Dick the dick, the Inquisitor from Mordor who slouched toward Washington and was born again. One black candle with its obsidian flame; we have to learn to see in the dark .. ..    more »

One wonders at the gods nibbling truffles and sipping a fine hoppy IPA (India Pale Ale) as they giggle and quill the script we're fated to play out in this gigantic EarthSide SoapOpera out of which one may not opt. "Golly, Fat E," I cry, "Couldn't you write out Dick the dick for a nice solstice present?" Of course then I just get irritated that the xtians who are perfecting hypocrisy stole our nice raunchy and revelried unholy day first from the solstice and then our spring joliday too. Piffle. Rapture them up soonest .. ..   more »

I put on my overalls, bought a new bucket, and a few rolls of Select-a-Size Bounty paper towels for mopping up. My first job back was construction clean-up on a mansion. Holy Moly. Construction clean-up is three times harder than window washing because all of the razor-blading and super scrubbing. Painters, by the way, who say through their rovianally deceitful lying teeth that the overspray they have mangially managed to get on 90% of the windows inside and out �is water-based and washes right off.� No X 1000. But of course they are gone skulking and cackling off to the next job, leaving the hapless window washers to scrape and scrape, ever unable to get all the damn specks off. There are as many micro-specks of paint on an over-sprayed window as there are visible stars on a clear night. Just it ain�t poetical .. ..   more »

�Dalai�s meme is Dirty Politics, Dirty Religion, Dirty Science. It gives us a handy, mouse-souffl�-tasty way to comprehend the wrongness and the rightness � to see the ideas of politics, religion, and science through a prism with the light broken into its constituent parts. The ignorant excesses distort the possibly noble pursuits.�    more »