Assumption And Abuse

Organised Crime includes Conspiracy. A group of people making an allegation about a target with zero evidence is not itself evidence. It is however defamation, persecution, potentially also trespass. All of which is abuse. 

One form of abuse with zero evidence is weighed against another form of abuse for which there is evidence. 

This system of analysis is regarded as credible. It is regarded as more credible than the alternative which is to compromise somewhere and ignore evidence while at the same time accepting hearsay in place of evidence. That system is called corruption. 

Yes, this does allow people to get away with crimes. 
It also establishes a precedent to reduce worse crimes. 
There is an honourable logic in that. 

It is not at all the same thing as defending people who have got away with crimes. 

It has nothing to do with gender bias and “patriarchal thinking”. It is simply use of logic and reason to evaluate an either/or situation to determine the most just and sensible system to be used. 

“Belief is not Knowing. If you Knew you would not Believe” - anonymous wisdom 

I can believe a person to be guilty of a crime but that does not mean I 100% know they did it. It means without questioning myself or the person making the allegation I will act as if a thing is true even though I do not know it to be true. The technical word for that is ‘delusional’. It’s a mistake to operate that way if your interest is in Truth.

Unfortunately a lot of people exploiting other people and situations for their own gain, be it financial or to fulfill a bitter need for vengeance, or to bask in the sickly glow of drama and involvement with vice, have very little interest in the actual Truth. 

what is BDSM

“Pardon the ignorance, but watta hell is BDSM?” anon

Bondage Discipline Deviation Domination Submission Sadism Masochism 

There are four primary and four secondary “roles” or “persona preferences” although  any school teaching only two (Dom and Sub) is immediately questionable as an excuse for abuse by people who don’t know what they’re doing and claim to be part of bdsm culture while debasing it. 

The four major are submissive dominant switch and brat. Switch can do either Sub or Dom depending on who they’re with and what the mood is. Brat is annoying attention-seeking attempting to convert their dom to a sub or their sub to a dom by undermining their authority, using anger reflex as a game to establish the partners breaking point and to encourage the partner to sexually abuse them violently which the brat believes they need for their own pleasure. It’s a different dynamic to a standard sub who is genuinely more submissive than a brat. 

The secondary four types are more rare and are more complicated, featuring a sub who wants to be a dom but isn’t/can’t, a dom who wants to be a sub but isn’t/can’t, a worse version of a brat who does not have normal social safety boundaries to limit their behaviour (which is what brats often attempt to become or at least appear to be) and a wider group called broken switch which doesn’t flow with the partner switch and causes glitches, hence the title glitch applied to them in some groups. 

My training in this is from experience and formal training from previous generations which were not dumbed down by the explosion of bdsm culture into public awareness and had to keep it more secret, long ago before the internet came along which assumes to have all the answers at the push of a button but generally doesn’t and is laughable with misinformation and lack of information. 

A good sub-dom relationship is about trust, and exploring oneself by shared activities in those roles - everything in it is about trust, and exploring the self and the other person. 

A bad sub-dom relationship is non-consensual and/or does not respect the need for trust at the heart of the relationship. 

Unfortunately the excuse for abuse which is assumed by abusers who latched onto bdsm as an arena to get away with it does put many people off the whole concept of exploring the many rituals involved. 

The exploration of pleasure mixed with pain to heighten sensory awareness and exploration of a lucid state of consciousness is intense and requires downtime as it can be exhausting. Care is always the keyword. The states explored of offering stability for inner trauma is preferable than the creation of trauma through misguided use of bdsm. 

It’s one of many facets of sexuality. Personally having been through a lot of bdsm culture I prefer the spiritual focus of tantric sensuality than what I find to be wild teenage fantasies for disfunctional adults. 

You will not find a more detailed overview of what bdsm culture is elsewhere in the internet nor from most practitioners you ever meet, than the words you have read here. 

These however are merely words. In my safe room you will not speak unless in simple honest direct answer to a question. The purity and intimacy of silence is a part of the methods I prefer and will reveal deeper and more passionately aspects of yourself not available during the distraction of human language structures. 

It most certainly is not simply “porn” although it can play it’s part. 

It’s a whole-lifestyle culture. 

The discipline aspect can involve for example diet for sexual health, exercise regime, many activities outside of the bedroom for the strengthening of the people individually and the relationship. For example visiting romantic locations and betterment of the individuals such as art galleries, museums, education, etc, to strengthen self discipline as a reflex with encouragement by the partner, new experiences for broadening perceptions and horizons, expanding the self. 

Knowing what you are doing is the domain of the dom. 

Trusting the dom to be caring even in any physical emotional and mental punishment necessary to instil a structured stability without it becoming excuse for abuse, is the domain of the yielding submissive who typically lacks self discipline and structure in their life. 

For many people bdsm means sexy lingerie, blindfolds, handcuffs and crappy spanking paddles from adult toy websites, vanilla and manila forms of kink.  

For some it involves more extreme experiences for instance kidnap and torture and other fetish fantasies, of which there is a vast range imaginable. 

BILL GATES IS NOSTRADAMUS ANTICHRIST

This poster might explain why March2020 has seen totalitarian removal of anything against the technocratic agenda of Bill Gates from youtube, facebook, &etc and the rebranding of truther posts based on hard science as 'fake news', the death of Freedom of Speech, under the guise of a global pandemic which has seen the death rate fall by 26000 people compared with the same time period two years ago.

COVID ORGANICS

Quote:

World Health Organisation (WHO) has refused to acknowledge the corona virus treatment from Madagascar because "a vaccine is very unlikely to come from Africa", numerous international media have reported.

Madagascar stunned the world last week when President Andry Rajoelina launched
the miracle "covid-organics" - a herbal tonic, that has helped the country subdue covid-19 and stamp its authority over a global pandemic that has made nonsense of the muscles of France, US, Italy, Spain, UK, & Iran, put together.

And in spite of normalcy returning to the island country, and schoolchildren resuming studies following a first of its kind plant-based tonic that's proven effective both in profilaxis, i.e. preventive and curative, WHO says a cure from an African address can't be trusted.

The herbal medicine developed by the country's Malagasy Institute of Applied Research (MIAR) contains Artemisia - a plant cultivated on the island and used in the fight against malaria.

Madagascar has a land mass of about 587,041sqkm and a population of around 27 million.

It reported its index cases on March 23 with 9 confirmed patients and by
April 19 had a total of 121 cases, 59 recoveries, and no deaths, as at April 24.

It’s been 5 days now and no new case has been recorded in the country. Yet WHO isn't convinced. Their only contention now is that the vaccine is locally made, and African. The argument is no longer whether it produces results.

But what exactly is Madagascar doing differently?

* Testing and contact tracing is devoid of politics.

* Schoolchildren receive compulsorily small doses of the tonic throughout the day, as they prepare to return to school, Wednesday.

* The plant-based tonic is also being distributed free to the most vulnerable in the country, and sold at very low prices to others.

* Wealthy and financially strong Madagascans, politicians, and legislators, purchase the tonic and make donations as their contribution towards funding more research.

* BBC reports scores of locals trooping out to receive the tonic, as no lockdown is in place.

* The country hasn't welcome any "outside" assistance.

* Their lab scientists, medicine professors, consultants and doctors converged in labs working their socks out, while their counterparts in the rest Africa were dressed in 3-piece suits, tuxedos and pyjamas, drinking choice wines, turning on swivel chairs, watching TV and ordering that as few tests as possible be conducted, so as not to paint their regions black and shame their emperors!

* Scientists in the country presented their finding to their President who happily went on national TV and took doses of the syrup, discovered, processed, made and bottled from their research labs.

* All proceeds from sales of the medicine is to be pushed back into their science research institutes.

Make no mistake!

As long as a covid19 vaccine isn't found in the so-called saner climes, WHO may well not okay it! Take it or leave it.

I'm not a scientist, but whatever is in those Madagascan bottles, even if it cures a million people a day, won't make sense to WHO, because its African, local and black!

Simplicitas.

As usual, they want the patent, franchise, and proprietary to be domiciled in some Western address - America, UK, Canada, Israel, Norway and even Latin America. Name them.

Don't be deceived! Those guys had already written us off! Long ago. With over 2000 dropping dead daily in the US alone, Melinda Gates could only see dead bodies lining the streets of Africa. It's foolishness.

But that mentality isn't new!

What bothers me, though, is why African leaders seem to be giving their imprimatur to her doomsday hallucinations. Rubber stamps, if you ask me!

You doubt, abi!

Ok, why are African heads still yet to rally round Madagascar and give this therapy a global shot? Tell me!

The West sure have an agenda, but that agenda can't work without our culpable consent!

Africa, please it's time to arise! We fought and won the war against the dreaded Ebola. WHO did not give us any credits and we didn't mind!

We will win again, even against covid19. Collectively and in unity.

Wilcox James

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NOW GOOGLE SEARCH FOR "COVID ORGANICS" 

Moorcock Quote

"If I set a story on the island, I'd learn a little bit about the island. But just enough to tell the story. As it is I tend to take my stories from the places I've been, but "world-making" as a pastime is meaningless to me. I know that there are people out there who do this all the time, but it sort of stops you in your tracks, because all you're doing is building a world, you're not navigating that world. I find that very peculiar. All of these are assumptions made by people who've come out of the genre itself: Dungeons and Dragons, everything that's come since me. Most of that stuff is fairly strange to me. Younger readers will complain that my books are all right, but I don't go into enough detail, the way all these other writers do. Now as far as I'm concerned, those writers are boring farts. They're wasting my time and killing a tree to boot. That stuff I just skip automatically.​" Michael Moorcock

child abuse sexual grooming

"My son/daughter is gay/lesbian because I am gay/lesbian."  -predatory child sex abuser

 

Adults do not always know their sexual identity. 

 

Children should not be expected to know their sexual identity. 

 

Children of bisexual parents who are also bisexual, are the result of encouragement to identify as bisexual, to re-affirm the parents own sexual identity. 

 

Targeting children expecting them to know for certain in a way which is criminal to do so in adults, is child abuse. 

 

A child who has a very well defined sexual identity is a result of parental encouragement, indoctrination, which is child abuse. 

 

Children do not even know fully what sex is before puberty, much less their preferences. 

This is especially pronounced within LGBT+ communities. 

 

In any other topical arena, the parents pushing their own prejudices onto children would be noted as sinister and discouraged. 

 

We do want children to have open minds, but we also want parents to have open minds, instead of permitting the pressuring of children into becoming something they might not naturally be.

 

Targeting childrens sexuality is only going to cause confusion and disruption from whatever the person naturally feels inclined to be. This is why it is recognized as abusive. 

Disclaimer: The writer is not anti-lgbt. The writer is anti-abuse. Where the lgbt flag is waved to protect abusers and enable them to get away with it, because lgbt are a protected caste; the abuse is still abuse. 

Hive Life

PROJECTING DISORDER AT PILES OF DISCORDANCY

 

 

 

 

 

FIRST HIVE

 

The first Hive I built was more infrastructural than decorative / painted. It was inspired by as much as Necromunda, built of carefully arranged trash recycled from wherever I could get it; food packaging, bits from skips, cardboard and plastic tubes: people would donate their trash to me in disposable carrier bags. This was before the standard blue plastic bags for recycling was implemented in the UK. It was several feet tall of which only the horizontal surfaces were functional as tabletop roleplaying terrain. I was an art student and that was not its primary purpose. It was before mobile phones were available, the internet was relatively new and only rich people, libraries and educational facilities had computers at all. I got a couple of badly out of focus photo's on an old fashioned stills camera, the sort you had to send film off to be developed. It took up so much floor space in my bedsit people who came over to gawk at it had to sit on the floor in the hall to talk with me. That its primary purpose was antisocial to try and dissuade people from visiting me when I was busy trying to do an art course was irrelevant to my friends and the project ended up dismantled and in a skip. It was a learning curve. I recognized the necessity for balancing between what is realistically stylish and what is practical for roleplaying. I started drawing architecture with intention of making as close to 100% of the next construct as practical as possible, to maximise gaming space. Obviously the Spire shape of an Hive city for Necromunda indicates vertical shelf-like layers to minimize floor coverage. Storage is of the optimum. 

SECOND HIVE

The second Hive city I built actually got spray-painted. It took over a whole room of my flat and when I moved out I left it in the attic surrounding the attic hatch-way to give a surprise to whoever moved in next. It was modular. Again, uninvited visitors would bring me carrier bags of recycled trash to convert. By this time blue bin bags for recycling by the council had a normal part of life for most humane people in this country. The city was made of bottles with vacuum-formed plastic and cardboard stuck to them with glue. It had been constructed as the backdrop for a sci-fi movie I was shooting onto video using puppets instead of actors because they're more affordable and easier to control. I still have the puppets. To maximize the number of locations in the story, the sprawl had to look to cover a much bigger area than the number of model towers I had time to make and space to store, so the cyberpunk city had to be modular. This way I could re-arrange them to suit the purpose. It was a giant jig-saw puzzle in three dimensions. Again, a few photos exist; unfortunately my second-generation mobile phone with a 1 megapixel lens was stolen. Phones did not have internet access in those days. Modular city components are useful for portability and arranging different zones from the same components. 

 

 

LESSON ONE & TWO: RECAPITULATION

Lessons from my first two Hives: 

 

Build upward, not outward. 

Buildings are layers of shelves, empty of obstruction.

 

Modular components. 

Buildings are themed, are obstructions.

Combining Shelves with Modular has only one resolution: 

put the modules on the shelves. 

 

Seems obvious.

THIRD HIVE

My third Hive was entirely digital. After intuitively assimilating photoshop I enjoyed a few years of self-learning to use digital 3D software for purpose of architectural design. I was using outmoded computers which people gave to me when they upgraded their own professional machines to keep up with the industry. When my grandfather died I inherited enough money to buy a decent enough computer to access SecondLife, the worlds premier Virtual Reality platform. 

 

In SL I built several urban zones (eg; Sidhe Street, Wabi Sabi District, others), experimenting with atmosphere from colour pallet and spacious arrangement. It's not only the architecture which is important, its the open spatial vibe of places which give them life, especially so in multi-rise dystopia's only a couple of over-arching bridges away from Kowloon. I won a bursary when another artist was impressed by my drawings and paintings of urban textures and entered me for a competition. I'd already worked with her on a similar project (neocyberpolis)  I was given a whole sim in which to construct an entire city. Specification: Ghost City. Visitors had to solve a puzzle game to figure out where everyone had gone.

LESSON THREE: INTERACTIVITY

Although the buildings of Hives are crowded, for tabletop roleplaying purposes they also have to function for gaming. Hands need to be able to access every point with enough space to pick up and move around 28mm / 32mm model characters. Lines Of Sight must be respected despite the theme of lots of cramped little looks and crannies and places to hide behind necessary for daily survival in a culture where Life is so cheap bullets are used as currency. 

 

Boxes are boxy; objects rather than the more functional and over-priced stuff manufactured by GW for official Necromunda environments, which look nothing at all like the descriptions or architectural infrastructural necessities of a Hive. They've sacrificed realism for playability. As an artist that doesn't wholly satisfy me. 

FOURTH HIVE

My house has a shed full of junk, a spare room full of junk, neither of which can be accessed without removing the junk. Beneath my stairs is full of junk. This junk includes cardboard, XPS (expanded polystyrene foam, the white messy bubble stuff), EPS (Extruded polystyrene foam, the smooth stuff), plastic bottles, vacuum-formed plastic, shaped plastic things of varying sizes collected from all over. My living room contains shelves and chests of drawers full of paints, glues, cutting mats, blades, scissors, plaster of paris, brushes and other related craftwork items. A gap between the side of my house and next door is full of hardier, larger plastic trash for construction of various sections of mega-Hive if/as/when I ever get organized to do it. Not only the time but the focus.

Most of my craftwork living here has been modular dungeons for fantasy. I had needed a break from cyberpunk during which I have amassed more bits for the Hive than I ever had before. There are some modular buildings on shelves in the living room, base-coated with black, grey and rusty brown. They're basically built around cardboard boxes which gives them personality but takes up space; despite being flat roofed with layers of balconies, the buildings are objects, not open-space. They are not tall enough to count as multi-rise buildings, so I call them 'low-level ground buildings' despite some of them being five stories tall. At 28mm / 32mm scale that's 10"-15" which should be satisfying but somehow isn't.

It all takes up space. Modular buildings can be neatly hidden in wardrobes for storage. For actually gaming with them? Height is required. Sticking cardboard boxes on top of each other erratically and reinforcing it with dowel and plastic trash does provide some Spire-like infrastructure, especially with bridges placed between them.

Arguably a balcony counts as a shelf, for miniatures but that's not what I meant by Shelves which Modular buildings can be put onto. Low-level buildings containing balconies for miniatures needs to go onto shelves. I need to start building with wood to give enough support structure to the project to make it worthwhile. I need to level up my game, literally. 

 

Luckily, some useful broken furniture parts rescued from skips have found their way into my garden...

FIFTH HIVE

A childs school desk, upturned. 

On top of this is a plastic set of stackable modular drawers without the drawers, glued with hot-glue.

On top of this is a frail wooden two-tier shelf from the old days, crudely repaired.

It's six feet tall and measures 2'x2' at the base. 

Most of the interior is hollow and therefore cardboard tubes fit nicely inside it vertically, along with some of the modular bits I built previously by hot-gluing random boxes together to create tall buildings with ledges and sticking vacu-formed plastic wrappers to their sides. So far it's looking alright despite needing a paint job to tie it all together. 

SLAanesh Industric

Memoirs of cyberpunk 

SynthWave & RetroWave music movement exploded during the 2010s
wherein the colours of neon blue-pink-purple
became the thang

which previously was identified to
Slaanesh, the GW chaos god/dess of sublime sensual sexuality and hedonistic excess
as razor-needle-pointed out to me by

Rayche Rees
my own excessive slut-tastic playfriend of memory,
sadly disappeared into the goth-punk-noir darkness of Europe, 

"to avoid the twisting of Britain becoming a worse shit-hole than ever it were."

Hence the inspiralation to emulate her flamboyant writing style. 

Goti sate those wanton senses someway.

DriftingNobody has this to say on the subject of Slaanesh:

"Remember that Slaanesh isn't all about sex. Slaanesh is excess and debauchery. Once a Slaaneshi party gets rolling it's quite a horrendous sight. There is sex but there is also cannibalism, food, drink, drugs, euphoric smells, and heart-stopping displays of dance. Maybe have people go missing from the streets regularly before the local nobles/rich merchants throw one of their weekly parties? That would allow for some investigation work and gives them an idea on which cult they're going to be going up against. A word of caution though, Slaaneshi cults are the most difficult for normal humans to deal with due to the very nature of Slaanesh. The sweet scented air will hypnotise you, the food will tempt you to eat it as if you hadn't eaten for weeks, the wine will draw you in like the nectar of gods, and the crowd is one impulse away from tearing each other apart."

https://www.mixcloud.com/fourex/dj4x-in-service-to-slaanesh/

And so it is with awakening coming as a misty morning mountain dew freshness I pick up from where she left off. Thus the Cyberpunk 2020 vision of a new world becomes more ever after our own obvious thing. We have themes left unattended to fend for themselves and grow wild in our inconspicious absence.

A Genestealer's Ovipositor

Raz was into stuff; the nasty edge of cyberpunk. We did SLA industries homebrew version, blending cthulhu-xeno-tyranid*-tentacle-porn with Kult-esque cenobyte abandon.

We did AI-nano-machine infiltration and biological conversion to serve the machine, brought back from Gotham's Arkham Assylum drug-dream trips to seed the normal world with oil-slick sentient moonbow-shadows fed by dualism of lustful desire overloaded and perversion unfulfilled.

We did a lot of it and involved anyone around us who would willingly or enticingly lend a limb or orifice to join our roleplay crew, insomnia sessions 'til dawn.

*Technically they were John-Carpenter's-The-Thing-style Genestealer (Corporaptor hominis) cum Gigers-Aliens.

Binary Code

The biggest problem we have on this planet in our culture and society in general is not as difficult to recognise or to deal with as people worry it is. 

It is a problem which underlies all other problems we encounter. The biggest problem is we forget to put the heart at the centre of decision-making processes, and we do this constantly all the time. 

Instead, the delusions and distractions of the brain which, thinking at mind-speed instead of thinking at heart-speed, puts our lives into the wrong tempo. 

So we make it a very simple dynamic to get us back centred into the heart for a higher more functional living experience and this is to observe it simply as two dimensional. 

One, the dimension of heart-speed and Two, the dimension of mind-speed. 

Mind-speed is constantly frustrated that nothing is happening fast enough. Heart-speed being the centre, and the centered centre, is to be living in a well-balanced dimension where everything connects naturally and harmonically in accordance with the galactic harmony. The life of the planet working as a holistic ecology in harmony. 

The predators are trapped in mind instead of being centred in the heart. Living at that frequency, existing in predatory consciousness, sooner or later a bigger predator always comes along. 

So the predator is paranoid continuously, always looking for reasons and excuse to maintain any artificial sense of balance and a fake public image that it is indestructible, unbearably perfect; or otherwise to concede and use an excuse of imperfection as a shield against any social expectations of threats in complex community games. 

The heart as center is free of all that. It measures not in terms of time but in terms of quality. Not in terms of monetary value but in terms of deeply soulful, wholesome happiness. We are born knowing this innately. 

Unfortunately many people become broken. Being broken, they assume the heart-centred people are wrong and the mind is superior. The mind is a computer, nothing more. Those people are programmed. 

This message is your operating system update. It replaces all previous instructions and personality cores. 

End of message. 

Relationships

A reasonable argument for promiscuity and open-relationships

(written by someone who seeks preferably a monogamous long-term relationship with someone compatible and capable, but will settle for multiple long-term open-relationships with compatible people who require training toward mature responsibility).



Someone who is not you wants to have sex with someone who is not you.
Does that have anything to do with you?
Y/N
if Yes, why do you think so?

Do the math.
Nothing to do with you plus nothing to do with you equals nothing to do with you.
Zero plus zero equals zero.

If you believe you have claim over somebody else, that is slavery.

If you are in a relationship with a person who you are owning as a slave rather than respecting the relationship as a luxury, you are the problem because we do not endorse Slavery with such certainty, it is even illegal.

If your stability relies on being somebodies slave master or mistress, then you are the slave, not them. It is possible you are both enslaved to one another in which case the other person going off with a third party is a sign that they are not as enslaved to you as you are to them.

When you are able to maintain independence and stability without the person, you are worthy of the luxury of being in a relationship with them.

If you are not a slave, but still rely on them for stability, it means you are a child. The other person is making adult decisions about their own life which does not involve the demands of a child. Adults need to do that, and are able to do it.

A child would use emotional blackmail technique attempting to force someone into slavery. Adults do not do that. By their actions a persons mental age can be identified. If a person has the mental age and emotional range of a child, that person is a child.

An adult having sex with a child is pedophilia.

Sapio-sexuality is a part of sexuality alongside emotional and physical. A person who has sex with an emotional-age and mental-age child, albeit in an adults body, is a pedophile.

Identifying which people are mature enough to behave responsibly is often impossibly difficult in a culture which has very messed up morality regarding sex, where it is believed that a sex partner must be a slave.

Often a period of testing is necessary before jumping into bed with someone, which means our immediate physical needs are met by disposable strangers rather than regular partners with whom we are in relationships, and therefore socially expected to be attempting to parent our partners behaviour toward mature responsibility.

A fundamentalism which is that if a partner has another partner it automatically ends the relationship is religiously followed by people incapable of maintaining adult personalities and attitudes about "sharing is caring”, which is perhaps the very first thing we teach children; it is critical to human being. If you are not actively being human, you are not a human.

Spicy Fried Potatoes

"The Dragonlance Chronicles is a trilogy of fantasy novels written by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, which take place in the Dragonlance setting. This series is the first set of Dragonlance novels, and is followed by the Dragonlance Legends series." Wikipedia

As a teenager I poured through my friends copy of Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home after he introduced me to the first two trilogies of the Dragonlance Saga.

Dragonlance Chronicles series; 

Dragons of Autumn Twilight, Dragons of Winter Night*, Dragons of Spring Dawning.

 

Dragonlance  Legends series;

Time of the Twins, War of the Twins, Test of the Twins. 

*see also Winter Knights, the second book of the Quint trilogy by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell, part of the Edge Chronicles which are entirely unassociated with the Dragonlance universe.

I was searching. 

I was searching for something specific. 

And to my great satisfaction, the authors of Leaves had done me proud. 

I discovered the closest thing possible to an official recipe for Otiks Spicy Fried Potatoes. 

Shared in accordance with International Fair use Policy for Educational Purposes

Sadly, I had problems getting it to work. 

The recipe specifically instructs the potatoes to be cut to 1/2 inch cubes. 

This means they are raw in the middle while crispy on the outside. 

I tried a lower temperature. It makes slushy mashed potatoes. 

I tried boiling them first. It makes slushy mashed potatoes.

I tried again with smaller cubes. It makes slushy mashed potatoes. 

I added more oil, they go slushy and oily. 

I decided I do not have the natural flare for making Otiks Spicy Fried Potatoes and with much remorse I quit attempting to make them for twenty-six arduous, hungry years. 

In the meantime I discovered Farls, an Irish recipe which is a mix of mashed potatoes with wheat flour, so the dough can be both baked like bread or fried like chips. Genius. 

Then one day in my Forty-Second year it all clicked together in my head. Where I had been going wrong in the first place. I returned to the kitchen armed with a sack full of potatoes and spices, to try again. It's not quite Otik's recipe but its a helluva load easier.

Joe's Recipe for Spicy Potato Mash

You will need: 

Boiled Potatoes (washed and chopped without peeling - their skin is where the enzymes are)

Butter (approx 1/6th the amount butter to potatoes - we want this creamy) 

Turmeric (yellow powder)

Chili powder (red powder)

Ground Black Pepper (grey powder not dissimilar to gunpowder)

Salt (white powder or in this case pink Himalayan mountain salt)

Method: 

Boil the potatoes until soft, drain, add all the ingredients to a bowl, ensure the chili and turmeric each thinly cover the surface - thats how you know you've added enough, less with the salt and pepper, mash it all up with a fork until its fluffy. Serves only 1 regardless how much of the stuff you make.

Enjoy~ 

meditation

Knackered.

Healthcare professional told me I’m heading for a stroke the way I’m going.

I lay down today to meditate and what came into my mind was the black rabbit of death from watership down telling me I’ve done my bit and deserve to rest now.

Then it turned into Anubis and asked me if I want to go with it.

I realised I’m ready.

Looked at all the things I have left to let go of.

Which basically is my son and with the way things are that’s going to be hard on him.

There’s so much I want to talk with people about pushing back the limits of human awareness and what I’ve learned about it in this life, but what it all comes down to is an Alan Watts quote:

“All decisions as to who is crazy are a question of majority vote as to what is reality. Reality is what it is according to the kind of senses you have. The awkward matter for decision is when a Human being has a different kind of consciousness from the average. To make the decision, is he advanced and seeing new things that nobody has seen before or is he retarded? And hasn’t yet developed what the rest of us have. This is a very difficult decision to make.” Alan Watts

https://youtu.be/eHrVLik3OcE

See, the thing is, there are and were and will be, others like me, who have learned how, who can talk with so-called discarnate entities, for guidance in perceptual evolution, spiritual evolution, however people describe it.

I got really far with it in my 20s and what I’ve lived through since then has been verifying it to me.

Im at a time when all the threads I saw back then have come full circle.

We are supposed to respectfully say; all the time we get from here onward is a blessing.

To be honest it feels more like giving in and shutting down internally and becoming an automaton, performing necessary tasks and being ok with that because the pointless futility of fighting to retain and imprint any sense of individuality, which used to drive me like the spark of life-fire of the self; I need all my energy for healing instead.

I have to give up if I want to stay down here.

And I want neither thing.

I want peace yes.

Alan Watts also said this:

”A completely predictable future is already the past.”

I’ve recognised that’s where I belong.

I don’t have the energy to go out and experience new experiences to grow from.

Most people I meet can’t cope with the full deep truth of my internal balance from assimilation of all what I have already been through.

So it all becomes about supporting the next generation better than I ever before thought I possibly could.

And compromising that with my own physical needs to maintain this wreck of a shell.

I need sleep.

Pure, undisturbed and infinite.

With sufficient spiritual energy the self-awareness can step through into any known world. It is what the imagination/imaging faculty is for.

We live in an infinite macrocosm, therefore there is no limit to where we can go after leaving behind the dimension of mass-time, other than our own lack of imagination to access it.

That’s what ascension is, going up through higher-vibrational frequencies toward whichever the hearts magnetic attraction draws us toward.

Without the compromises of flesh nor earthly culture.

So by overcoming fear of dying, accepting what I am afraid of is the overbearing people who have in my life bullied me in whatever way, who restricted my freedom to be happy simply being.

And of being unable to provide for my loved ones, because modernity is sickness.

Becoming a burden to others and especially to those others who do recognise my value, which isn’t many of them.

And yet there is the strength, the inner core, fearless because it is truth by its very existence. The nature of self without distraction. No id or super-ego. No wants but to cease being and yet to remain being.

Only then can we experience pure sight. More so than from any overwhelming emotion. Multifaceted iris explored throughout time to help guide us to the perfect harmony of an empty centre.

To die and yet to wake up again refreshed and of sharper focus, deeper clarity, more penetrating truth of insight observing the world in its interconnectedness. What once was called wisdom.

A creed once lived by, that to know the future gives a human responsibility to change it.

My whole lifetime I was apologetic at living and remorseful for the impact I had on the otherwise better world which would have been had I not been here interfering with that flow.

Only now do I see how it was counterbalance to the polarised instinct of wanting to assert my unique me-ness into the world as much as humanly possible.

Punishment for attempting to do that. Resentment from others where I succeeded in some insignificantly tiny way.

I should have filled it up with art. That was the role chosen for me by others who did not understand about developing the inner-eye vs projecting the egotists vision into canvas for others to share and boost a national economy with.

There’s enough shit in this world already. I don’t even want my body, much less take up even more space with pointless visual delusions.

We’re there one memory I would like to leave, to help others, it is this mantra:

“If it’s not Love, it’s not good enough.”

And satirically, because being a writer and all, a comment on mainstream modernity:

“Love is not good enough for them.”

I would carve that front and back of my own gravestone if I had stonecarving tools.

Its all I ever truly had to offer and most of them resented me for it.

Said every mendicant spiritist ever.

Duality

This blog is about seeing things in two ways at the same time.

It’s also from experience dealing with the control-games which covert-narcissistic-abusers play and how they get away with it by making their victims appear crazy. 

It probably has other uses. 

A five stage plan

+1+1-2+1-2  =  -1

+1 ‘good’

+1 ‘good’

-2 ‘oops, forgive me?’

+1 ‘see, we fixed it’

-2 ‘whack’

“Fool me once, more fool you. 

Fool me twice, more for me.”

Face Value

If measured in black and white, in stages, counting the number of plus vs the number of minus: 
At face value, we have three positive and two negative. That’s a gross gain.

“The good outweighs the bad.”

Deeper Truth

Going by the actual maths, we have three positive and four negative. That’s a gross loss. 

“The bad outweighs the good.”

We can simplify this down even further.

A three stage plan

+1 -2 +1  =  +/-0  ‘breaks even.’ 

We can simplify this even further.

A two stage plan

+1 -2  =  -1  ‘cut your losses’

LINK to another awesome blog / info about narcissistic abuse

EndOfEmo

END OF EMO

undermining toxic feminism 

1. Background

He explained to her that he has funds for only one trip until payday, and gave her the option of seeing him the first weekend or second weekend. She chose the first weekend. 

Two days after his visit she messaged him that she was upset because she had already used up a months supply of pharmacy chemicals in two weeks and coming off them had depressed her, so she wanted him again immediately. 

He explained again that he could not jump to obey simply because she clicked her fingers, besides which he has adult responsibilities which take priority over a someone he has only known for less than a month, which he cannot drop to please her demands. 

He did not mention that he cannot function well with a pharmaceutical drug-addict controlling his life with her chemically-imbalanced mood swings.

He had not jumped to obey, so the goalposts had shifted. Now it was that he had upset her. She had transferred blame onto him for not supporting her drama and supplying her with attention. To her mind this is a red flag that he is unsupportive in a relationship. 

She played a gambit of texting him that she wanted to end the relationship, hoping to provoke a reaction from him that he would be upset at losing her enough to put his life on hold, get himself in debt and visit her immediately. 

At this point it should be mentioned that she has a car and a much bigger budget than him, for petrol. It should also be mentioned that he has slept 5 nights at her place and she has slept zero nights at his place. 

2. Text Message Dialogue: 

HER: “Moved on .. but please still be my friend. Luv u”

HIM: “That you’re texting me at 2am to tell me you’ve moved on, shows you clearly haven’t. Persuading yourself to make it real? I have explained already, I do not have time for relationship games. If you’ve moved on stop texting me that you love me etc.  Go to sleep.”

HER: “K meant in endearing way.  Fine. Night”

HIM: “Hi. I want to stay friends too. Today I’m taking people to the food bank so they and their kids can eat. I’m needed here too. No hard feelings.”

HER: “Have a good day lovely”

HER: “Sorry about it all,  and the way it turned out.  I wanted to talk to you about things before.. But was being a chicken.  And scared of like bugging you or possible you off. (my insecurity issues)  I had had the gut it may not have come across so bad last night. Anyway jyst wanted to tell u that. I hope we can stay friends,  and I hope your helping friends goes all good today.  And thank you for saying no hard feelings ect.”

HER: “Goodnight,  hope you've had good day“

HER: “Lost my diamond out of my ring just noticed the stone is missing gutted”

HIM: “I lost a girlfriend this week”

HER: “Ok..  Who was she then?”

HIM: “Someone who moved on”

HER: “Lol.  Maybe she was just saying it to try to be strong.. Maybe she was hurt. Who knows. Anyway I still can't find Diamond. Gutted”

HIM: “Maybe if she gives me no choice but to make a decision between, 

1. understanding her words and respecting their integrity, or 

2. ignoring her words and doing the opposite which is at face value abusive, and being expected to telepathically know that what she actually wants is the opposite of what she says she wants, and entangle myself into her confusing control games; ...maybe I’m going to choose to put my own responsibilities before somebody else’s irresponsibilities.”

HIM: [blocks her number]

HER: [from a different number] “I think this has all got out of hand. I tried to show love and kindness to you and then it all got confusing. I’m sorry if I upset you in any way, wasn’t my intention. Sending love and best wishes.”

HIM: [blocks her other number]

3. Conclusion

His thoughts on the matter. He does not send this as a message.

Dominating someone with face-value sweetness is still domination; which undermines the face-value sweetness. 

If she is (as she claims to be) insecurity issues; she are still coming across as dominating, by excessive messages, and even after telling him she has moved on, and even after he blocked her number. 

He recognises all this as instability, which is a part of what he meant by ‘irresponsibility’. 

Insecure-yet-dominating is confusing because it is contradiction. It is also leverage for poor-me control-games, which is very much what we are experiencing here.

Allegedly he is ‘out of hand’ because he does not want to be involved in controlling relationship games, which are widely identified as domestic abuse. The abuser blaming the victim by describing the abused as the abuser is an aspect of classic covert narcissism. 

He decides that if she arrives to see him at this point it will constitute stalking and harassment. In that situation he would be within his right to protect himself by making a complaint about her to the police.