When you’re digging around looking for pathways through space to ancient times in which you lived and died, you need some way to lock onto the thing, and I have just the ticket — phantom pain.
It doesn’t have to hurt — it can be an odor, a special lighting, an emotion, a conversational fragment, even an episode of “Walker, Texas Ranger” can do it for some.
What happens is that something “gets stuck” from a past lifetime, and impinges on the present life in some way. In order to actually be aware of this, there must be some noticeable effect, and usually it takes the form of a phantom of some kind.
It can take the form of a pain, an ache a sensation, an emotion, a thought or an idea, a fragment of a song or tune, an upset, almost anything that isn’t directly attributable to anything happening in the present time/space.
I’ll try to explain, but first, you’ll need to understand a ROOT PRIM. Continue reading →
Everybody has a little lucky streak now and then, but how would YOU like to be extra-lucky?
If you’re lucky, real lucky, you don’t even have to TRY to make it — you automatically stumble on all the good things you need to get where you’ve gotta go.
Under ordinary conditions, you can rely on hard work and fair play, but not in Trumpworld — no, not here.
In Trumpworld, it is very unlikely that you will be able to do anything to avoid drowning in a planet gone mad. The chances of being rounded up and summarily executed by Trump’s firing squads is very likely, and you and I will be the first up against the wall when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan, and that’s going to be sometime before the end of this proverbial year.
There will be general riots, trucking strikes, revolt in the military ranks, political roundups of Democrats and other Liberals — which is why they want all our voter information — and of course, there will be shooting, lots and lots of shooting, because we are a gun culture, and proud of it.
The Second Amendment Will Fall — Trump can’t allow Liberals to own weapons. Do the math, then tremble and be afraid. Continue reading →
Crushing Anxiety, Hopelessness and Despair are your Christmas gifts from the present administration. Donald Trump is doing everything he can to make you, personally, the target of his contempt and social pathology.
Even without Donald J. Trump and his mean-spirited friends, you’d be hard-pressed these days to get through the Dark Hours of the Soul, and if those Dark Hours are happening every night and well into the daylight, you need what I’m selling.
It’s not just your ordinary everyday run-of-the-mill snake oil, either. It’s something you make yourself, and you control your destiny in this regard all the way through the project. I’ll explain:
You’re sitting or standing around minding your own business, when all of a sudden, a million bad thoughts and worries and fears come crashing into your brain, just when you most need quietude and calm, serenity and peace. No matter what you do, it’s bothering you and it won’t stop. Continue reading →
LeslieAnn at the Crisis Healing Center in the Ashram.
When the shit piles up too high to walk over it, and the piles of shit are too close together to walk between them, you’re in seriously deep shit. What’s happening out there is NOT about politics. It’s NOT about religion, and it’s definitely NOT about health care or women’s issues.
It’s simply time for the peasants to prove that they are revolting, always have been and always will be revolting. Why can’t the downtrodden just stay down? That’s the Smerconish Response — just shut up and take it on the jaw — liberals should lie down & die.
I’m not a leftist, nor a rightist. This isn’t even my goddam planet, monkey descendant. Frankly, I think you’re all fucking nuts, and I’m not at all happy to be living here among you, watching you squabble and fight over crumbs, while the fat ones glut themselves on your food, and drink your wine, while you writhe in hunger and the pain of betrayal.
Other than that, I could give a shit what happens here.
Suffering and pain is easy to repair. Misery and heartache and guilt and recrimination and fear and horror and disgust are harder to deal with, but manageable. It’s the marketing angles I can’t figure out, and I’m looking for some help here.
I’m here to finish a history project. As an alcohol-intolerant, I’m damned if I can figure out just how the hell I’m supposed to determine exactly which bar was the location of the fist-fight that ended history, I don’t know, but here I am to tell the tale.
I’m supposed to leave notes that can be found and dug up back in the 37th century, but I have to be careful not to leave them where there’s too much radiation, and I can’t remember where the airbursts went off, or that is, are going to go off, in the Western states, although I do remember that I was surprised at the cities that were hit. Continue reading →
Depends on what you’re looking for. If it’s merely sex and seduction you’re after, the Big Secret is Availability. Means, Motive & Opportunity. Most folks think it’s about Beauty, Fashion, Perfume, Hip-Swivel & High Heels, but it’s not. Merely being available is 99%. If, on the other hand, you had something a little more spiritual and uplifting and … well, higher … in mind, The Big Secret is… (CLEARS THROAT THEATRICALLY) The Big Secret is…
