Heroes and Villains – ANgela CarTEr (REVIEW)

I had read a few books by Carter. Seen a few videos. And was mildly amused by how she was labelled by so many as a feminist, in regards to the pseudo LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME! feminist routine of the Now.

I found marvel in her drawing together of classic macabre fairytales – (who could ever forget the Erl King! or the mother riding horseback, revolver in hand, as the blind organ grinder wailed at his failure to save her daughter more than his untimely demise soon to come…) –  and bringing human sexuality and its myriad dynamics and episodes to the fore within a mystical, magical, gorgeously drawn in words realm.

The voyage of Marianne to find Jewel and everything he and She represent, both wittingly and unwittingly, is a beautifully savage poem of the tame and the wild. Echoes of Society in larval form when written, which have become our reality.

“A draught made the flames of the candles dance and the air grew thick with the smell of hot wax. Marianne’s eyes had grown more and more accustomed to the candlelight and she made out knobs and swags of craving in the ceiling, flowers, cherubs, jacks-in-the-green, death’s heads, hourglasses and memento mori, all covered with dust. Trunks, chests and cases were littered everywhere, covered with dusty utensils and more books even than in her father’s study. He must have a special cart to himself to transport them all. Yellow weeds blossomed in the walls and somewhere moisture dripped.”

Its raw and edgy and brutal and wise…

QAnon – manufactured feed for the hungry masses.

I am fairly well read. Fairly well traveled. Fairly well lived and prone to existing with my throttle wide open. All of which combines and leads my fairly capable intellect to assume an extremely cynical stance towards humanity. Which includes a scathing assumption of most of our homosap flock at the top of our SYSTEM.

As for the Overseers, as in what we often consider our government…We have come upon a time when information can move lightning fast ubiquitously and simultaneously. A time where War and so much more of our day to day wakefulness is directed by Information found in the Digital Age. Whether that be the latest episode of the latest hit series on NetFlix, the latest match on Tinder, the latest social media ### hagtag campaign of WE ARE CHARLIE. It is all part of the same feed, the same very clearly directed serving up on a plate INFORMATION and sometimes veiled GUIDEBOOK of how to be a good slave.

I know left leaning beatniks, anarchist poets, rugged townies grown wild and fierce and righteous, many more who would be considered tame and far from that spastic term of ‘woke’ by those so indoctrinated into consuming their own bullshit that they can’t see their blinkers, let alone beyond…I also know a couple of QAnon fans who I like, and know they have good hearts and souls. And I admire their zeal, which is real and precious. Would certainly want them on my side if any apocalyptic strife occurred. Yet so would those eager to control them…

My interest in the QAnon routine is probably due to their involvement. And I have delved, admittedly tentatively, for I cringe easily.

Still, I have delved. And found my own considerations of the global power structure echoed to some degree in some of the focus of the QAnon crowd videos and ravings. Some. Its not Ken O Keefe or Chomsky or Hitchens or Count Vlad. Though all of them would also find some sympathy in the QAnon cause with their own stance on How Fucked Up The World Is and Why.

My assumption of the hysterical following the apparently coming ‘storm’ and seeing Trump as some form of rough justice mega warrior on a global footing, somehow sneaked into a position of huge and savage power, was initially along the lines of….

We live in an age where information flows so freely and heavily that hints of the reality of our Governments and their connexions to mass murder rape pillage and scorch the earth seep into the mainstream. This heavy free flow of information in our Digital Age does not, however, mean alone, that the slither of horror of our reality at the Overseer level of Society seeps into the mainstream…for the price of this huge bandwidth of Information sharing at light speed is that propaganda is more powerful than ever before. It is incredibly naive to assume that the very crowds responsible for the major platforms of the digital age are not in total control of these platforms…and that they would allow some mass movement against them to congregate and grow in strength.

If I was in charge of social engineering, I would accept that some information regarding the sinister happenings of the government and their overseers is seeping out, accept it cant be helped, and focus on using this seeping out, to shine the light those folk are seeking bright and blinding in their eyes…and to then direct their thoughts whilst steadily maintaining the idea that they had found the Light which the others were blind to. Hide the shackles and bars from the slaves and they dont know its slavery. Control the debate from all sides, and you control the debate…

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And so…my opinion of the Qanon routine was that it was at root, the very same platforms that those who took up the cause, were so blinded by the light shone in their eyes, that they called it their Enemy when it was feeding them and telling them how Aware they were, and to pity those who had not yet seen the light, or could not see the light.

The mere idea of a ‘high ranking intelligence operative’ delivering their secret information to the Aware, via mainstream platforms…is so ridiculous, so obviously a co-opting of the forlorn hopes of those feeling like they can do something, be a part of something, for serious change…that…I will not finish the sentence with any semblance of insults to some people I enjoy and respect for I often like people who wish to make the world a better place. I just find it harder to see that initial warmth towards  them blossom, when they follow mass hysteria and hold it up as something righteous and something only they can see. Consider me blind for merely challenging the opinion delivered by someone they have never seen met smelt or known…Everything that comes from a screen is manufactured and aimed at finding you. With an agenda.

I delved into a QAnon group on fuckbook of late. Kept pretty quiet for a while just to glean an outline of what was afoot. Some of which, yes yes! touched upon my own considerations of horrific control systems at play, more than hinted at the ritualistic macabre brutality I suspect is still afoot as it has always been throughout the ages within the upper echelons of our accursed flock. And yet…then I started seeing the mass hysteria. And began to comment.

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The religious extremism provoked me. As it seemed bizarre to find people ranting of islamic extremism and Mossad Psyops whilst also professing allegiance to a righteous christian god rightfully engaging in mass murder of non believers through the ages. Millions of non believers slain. Many millions. Righteously.

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No issue with the suggestion of the longstanding ritualistic blood letting still taking place at well hidden strata of humanity, but I find the Adrenochrome routine a little far fetched. Partly because there is zero evidence to suggest any truth to the assumed euphoria if not bathing in and drinking of the well of eternal youth effects widely and proudly written by the QAnon crowd. Mainly due to the far more clear diversion tactic of such a feeding of cryptic crumbs to the flock. Why focus on Hilary Clinton’s connections to death squads, regime change and election manipulation? Instead focus on her Adrenochrome habit…

The tipping point, of a stupid foraging from the off, was reached swiftly by asking a thread starter on the Qanon Australia group how she could seriously be mocking those lacking awareness of the truth of Qanon and God, through use of Facebook, and worse still, adding self righteous berserker zeal of WE ARE THE NEWS…

I was banned for showing contempt for such memes as ‘SATAN IS BEHIND IT ALL’ and ‘ATHEISTS ARE THE LAST TRICK OF SATAN’ and ‘ WE ARE THE NEWS’…

The experience has left me more convinced of my initial inkling that the whole routine is, ironically, what those in the Qanon flock constantly refer to as a Psy Op…the irony is that they are buying into it hook, line and sinker. And cant see the forest for the trees.

A telltale sign of a control system is that the information fed to the flock and their discourse is completely bereft of affirmative action towards any capacity for critical thinking. The message is taken as gospel and delivered in such a way, to such a crowd, that to question the message leads to silencing or mockery, never constructive debate.

Its not just Qanon which draws this conclusion, its the maddening blinkered idiocy of all who take an opinion so clearly mass disseminated to have any effect, by the very crowds those consuming the drivel then rail against. On Facebook and Twitter…For there is little difference between the extreme left and extreme right and extreme anyone focused on consuming a mass media manufactured message. They are both too blinkered to see their blinkers…And Social Dissonance is their mainstay. Which is appalling to any possessing a semblance of that golden fleece of a Free Thinker.

SouNDs mAde by HUmans WHiCh MEans SOmethIng

I am growing tired of words. Without thunder or wild moan of primal urge in the rare communion with the wilderness we can find when entangled and coiling like snakes in heat. ANd so I turn to the words which have wicked sound and together they marry and blossom movement in my essence…

 

The most beautiful words to come to man or woman lips have only ever been thought, felt and spoken to One.

Perhaps the only truth I have found.

Designed for an audience is not the same as shared with solely the source of inspiration in homage and pure reverence.

I imagine some women I am fond of would change their opinion of me solely through sharing this song of a woman who made this piece in an era when people were far more accepting of sexuality, than the many herded are now…

Further evidence that we are going backwards, regressing, whilst too many feel we are progressing, without realizing they are leading the charge against everything their hearts and souls truly stand for, just not their minds co-opted by the very enemies they seek to see planted on pikes.

Anything was fine then. Not now.

Yet why choose to dwell on the downward spiral of our species?

Existential crises loom large and pointless…

As they have nowhere to find solution or even assistance,

For philosophy is born of a Nature that it generally chaotic and brutal,

And ever seeks to try make sense of the senseless.

With the only true happiness found through sharing the bliss of respite from the suffering of reality, with another…

The tides and wind and blizzards are wild and wicked companion and echoes.


Woman form, of our human flock, for me is the closest I get to hold that close and lose myself in the exchange and that part of me not lost,

But flowed into something more natural and chaotic,

Is the more true and deep a connection than frolicking naked in the shallows in the high waves of the fullest of moons…for they are made of the same stars which give us all of our sparkle and Light.

 

I am afflicted by phases where I stop responding to the flow of humanity around and through me which seems, when I can find not distraction from reality, but reminder of Nature, in the shallows swimming naked wild and free…like I have got caught up in the bullshit of humanity, prone to falling into the same trappings of passing through wakefulness with complete absence of meaning. And only in my dreams and primal urges I do I prance and stride and scurry without not ego, but adherence to any sense of societal demands and conformity. Only my Nature.


 

Those fiends so focused on any system which talks of the ego as a bad thing…They are talking also of the only thing which would naturally bear fangs against any idea of a guru found anything but of the wilderness.

Crush your ego. Is crush your Spirit…

For Spirit is the one thing of the wilderness we retain, for it is rooted not in thought, but in PRIMAL.

 

 

The few men I consider brothers;

not by blood,

but by Nurture.

Call it experience…

for blood relations do not skip this length of time of being loyal which is often an unspoken…assumption. Blood. I have met none of my kin in blood other than my elder niece who feels anything like me. And yet I have known three men whose loyalty to me, once given – which is far more important and meaningful than most haphazard suggestions of what Love means – doesn’t need to be worried about when tested with my back turned.

Love is loyalty first and foremost and can only ever be broken by betrayal. Its not sweetness, and affection, and lust…they mean nothing without loyalty.

 

My compass spins when I come across Conrad’s Axel Heyst…

I am in awe,

for all the Wrong reasons to the Many,

even many of those close,

as in knowing me,

but close and knowing me, does not mean feeling me…

and the nut of the matter of human existence,

is that Feelings are Everything.

Not thought.

Not financial success.

Not a physical outline.

These are superficial, fleeting, all too HUMAN as much as they are peacock prance of dazzling plumage…

 

Sage is one of the few  artists I know of who has matured and wisened and always remained all heart and soul…

And his twin pillar in my shapeshifting outline of those who I can relate to, who have never lost their zeal and aim>>

Distant cousins of the same wickedly honest and focused in the same direction as like to feel is sometimes me…..

Im long past wondering who and what I am.

Aware of the changes that come every second of wakefulness and with every scurry through my dreamscapes,

Any need for reassurance is assuaged and dispensed with through knowing I can trace the rope back through the water,

Back to the anchor which I know well,

Rusty and likely to gouge at those who come too close if expecting something shiny and gilded.

Arrested development in some advance towards the…

share share share and seek audience to hundreds if not thousands– if I appear in their feed- sense of hollow solidarity,

 

Brother ALi hits peaks of something of the storm waves crashing against their intended shoreline making every roar of the wilderness when they hit home count for everything.

He exists at a frequency which seems so intensely primal, which I can connect to now and then and admire his zeal always, for blazing only ever his own trail…

 

The wind always makes sense, as do the tides flowing through and over me when swimming naked wild and free in the shallows and the sky is broody, the waves high and steady, rain seeming to fly off their crests, but to dive under and get my eyes near the seabed, all seems so serene and beautiful…I fly over the sand and its odd shapes made by the currents, manta ray gliding across mars…

UtAH Saints and a Friend/….

Too much focus on politics, on gender pronouns, on war, on material grabbing, on being Right…when we have such capacity, all of us, different capacity for different talents, or remote viewing, or poetry, or exploring, or composing music, or any number of beautiful and wonderful creative pursuits which help us to deeply, truly, fully, find a oneness with Nature and our uniqueness, that solidarity of knowing we have are an expression of the universe, peculiar in our intention of the universe whilst also being as much a part of everything as a snowflake in a blizzard, a rain drop in a storm…

We are bombarded with do goodery demands, forced to pick a side in a battle where nobody is really fighting when doing so makes us blind to the war that our overseers are fighting with our taxes and killing and maiming and plundering. Its neo imperialism with a new left looking edge of moral high groundery expressed on fuck book.

When I say Fuck the Identity Politics spastic effort to see yourself in the reflection of others as some dystopian warrior or warrioresss, I mean as part of this, that I encourage all to fuck who and what they want…Lets get past that. And try to find some sense of solidarity, for without this solidarity, we have just our flashes in the pan of any true spark and light of vitality, unless we are heading to communion with the Wilderness…The thing is, that too many truly well meaning folk exclude everything but their view. This is wrong. ANd prevailing. And is a mong wrong, for its becoming one with everything but their own egos gone berserk.

We have bigger issues to deal with, and all that is ben achieved is a diversion away from what truly matters, as in how we treat each other on basic terms, on how we treat the other species, on how we treat the planet…

Even the word dystopia…has been co-opted by the mong army. Such a beautiful and in most mythologies very feminine expression of chaos and creative birthing of the stars we all are just little versions…of everything which makes me feel like a happy snow flake in a blizzard when swimming naked in the full moon waves and been thrown hither, thither…The indoctrinated talk Dystopia when they mean herded, because it sounds cool…

I was happy Trump won over Hilary, so I must be a racist and a misogynist.

I find Peterson an ego mad warlock spouting a lot of logic, and so I must be an alt right deluded fascist.

I am hyper critical of the wannabe radical revolutionary left wing goon brigade so I must be a Hitler apologist.

I share videos mainly of those of a colour different to my own who roar my instincts in poetry and song, and so I must see my white man privilege english shame?

If I was King, of my motherland, I would roar a call to arms to gather an army and head to Israel to stop them abusing children for throwing stones at tanks as they crush their homes…so I must be an anti-semite.\?

We and I have bigger issues to ponder than whether I am a misogynist bigot nazi…and my issues are not to be polizarised by mainstream direction, they remain the same.

We need an overseer, but they must be questioned, and kept in check. This has now been lost, if it ever existed other than in ideals of others who thought similar, right or wrong. We need to be able to bring to account our overseers. And now we cannot. So we are directed to focus on bringing to account each other.

Do you not see this direction?

Maybe I am more mad tin hat conspiracy theory weasel than others realise, and I ponder now and then.

For when I say I dont trust the state or mass media, I mean it.

I do not mean I am critical of the establishment unless they tell me something I like.

I declare someone or some thing an Enemy.

And do not thereafter cherry pick.

for all its fruit is foul.

 

GemS iN tHE MeGARoUGH – Music WHiCH MOVES SomeTHing – between silliness and brutal profundity.

I rarely have chance to listen to music, but when I do, I seek always the sounds and words which move me in some meaningful way, for both good and ill, for a song might make me feel like I am living my life in a constant state of Camelot betrayal, or something more as positive as the chaotic beneficial roar of the tornados…It doesn’t matter which way you are moved, as long as you are moved, for only from challenges which cause a shift anywhere that matters, do we grow…and who wants to stand still and either accept the path towards demise, life to dust, or…assume a pinnacle has been reached, guru enlightenment bullshit routine…NO. Those of value keep swinging the fist and flying into battle all fangs and claws when pushed or through seeking what will cause them to react, or reveal itself as such a beautiful part of yourself found in another that the eyes see nothing, only the heart feels true and whole…

I suppose there is a tribe of the same, Demanding Truth and never anything less, who avoid the human hordes, and do not hide, just seek to avoid what causes them futile rage…I persist somewhere in the middle, but not Taoist, for I am too far gone into my own abyss, too long spent prancing naked in the New Moon tides, too drenched to the femurs from the rain, too deafened by the thunder, too blinded by its lightning, to seek any human guidance.

What is the value in accepting begrudgingly blind comfort for those of a sensitive nature who feel the wind more loudly and the tides more deeply than others of the same species???

Why place a blindfold over eyes that see plastic in the people and wake daily fraught with zeal born of and spilling over from the Eris anarchy of dreams and…looking upon the humans with one foot left in that realm, and finding nothing of the realm where chimeras and fawns and waterfalls gush, and Everything Feels More Real And Alive…Behave. Until the lights go out?

Dub FX moves me, he encourages me to prance in the garden with the headphones wrapped around my grizzled dome. To spread my wings of any shape or feel and fly naked, wild and free…Its those who revel in their liberty who cause always the most powerful effect deep within me. They never appear as if they are reproducing lines they have heard elsewhere. All that pours out feels pure, honest as waves crashing upon the shore….Barely a flicker of this still to be found mad glorious Honesty within the human horde.

The wild booms of Thunder and blinding flash of Lightning of an Honest soul surrounded by vicious killer Deceit merchants…Precious if they ever appear, and when they do, they must be headed to, lighthouse to your Life raft of twigs twined together with the hair slowly pulled from and found falling from your head…

Only from the honest can we learn anything of the world and of ourselves.And most honest folk are careful or well hidden.

He seems the same when speaking as he does when he roars and bounces upon wickedly converging beats…a well meaning mentalist. Yet on the decks he becomes sublime and on the mike he flits with the speed of a mad humming bird, between silliness and brutal profundity.

He really means what he says. And that is stardust to behold in anyone during these hideously surreal in smiling faces hollow words times.

I find the only honesty in everything but human, and when its transparency, of whatever we ever feel as the SOul that matters to me more than anything else…I seek to feel the rain more than hear human voices.

Xander makes gorgeous sounds and speaks a lot of wisdom always quickly moved onto wicked samples and beats, but his words then resonate.

Love everything you do, and do nothing halfheartedly
Be what you speak

If we can’t have trust, then you can’t hang with us…

And in this weird mass consumed prescription of pseudo weapons of morality on facebook flung as feminism, I am finding more leading figures of what I dont know but feel is the primal feminist—