Notes from under the bus...... to Monadnock

First topic message reminder :

To get to Notes from the Underground you have to go by way of Fathers and Sons and What to Do.  That will take you back to the mid eighteen hundreds....... it’s been a trip, and we’re almost done.

We’re still left with the question of what to do....... modulo communism and existentialism.  

In a pre Millennial frame, I’d been advocating (a portal-centric) communalism for the duration of the Millennium.  

In post Millennialism, ie. modulo the Millennium, we have to readdress the question of what to do, ie. come up with an action item for the Princess.  

(continues in post #2......)

It would be pretty boring if we all just agreed and knew the same shit, so we keep ones like you confused.

Bahahaha

Smelly Holidays all!

You can call me anything, just don't call me late to dinner.

You can't know if another is myopic or not, but you know if they are centered if you are.

One comes to know when they are full of shit and can smell it in others.

No one likes being called on their bullshit.

I know there is no such thing as an Eschaton.

Because of my Brahman connection.

My connection to Brahman is this.

See...

We don't need to name things here.

Muppets name and divide and measure.

There is no doubt here and yours is just about you

There is just laughter and stillness and dancing.

I don't go looking for opportunities to share myself, I am Peace, but I am not stingy with those I am connected to.

I can challenge someone to look for themselves.

I can't show them, but I can demonstrate what that looks like.

I have a handful of converts.

But I didn't convert them to anything

I blew faery dust in their face, and they blinked, then they could see and do their thing.

I could be very nasty with my ability to push other minds.

But I am just a smelly goat, I will hit you with my horns first, if you give me a target.

POW!

They wonder, WTF was that?!

I know what I am, but they don't.

There are no missions or mysteries for this ole smelly goat.

I said, if you have one, fulfill it.

I am one who sees through Eschatons, sorry.

I am grateful, very grateful.

I even love my mother.

I even learned to let a woman love me

I'd say I was doing pretty good and can stand with the bad too.

Thank you for your critiques though.

Keep em comin, but you are only speaking about yourself.

Perhaps, as usual, our words are pointing to the same thing.

It all points to the same thing.

We are all fucked and we will die, but it isn't all a pointless fuck up perhaps.

I could level with folks and tell them that, well, that's usually my opening line.

You are fucked, now what

Maybe you can practice honesty as well.

Lord have mercy, sports fans........ it’s not all a pointless f*ck up, perhaps!

Could we possibly ask for a better Christmas present from a smellier goat than that?

I'm great at parties...you're all fucked...please pass the dip.

So this is where we’re stuck.........

smelly can’t prove it’s pointless..... I can’t prove that it’s not.  

Isn’t it better to err on the side of caution.... of very modest expectations?

That we’ll all become one with God just sounds slightly immodest.  

Supposing that we don’t really have any choice in the matter seems to detract from our status of transcendental personhood.  

To suppose that God had no choice is downright blasphemous.  

Ok, so the chicken is an over the top blasphemer.  I’m really sorry about that.  Am I supposed to lie?  

I suspect that there is a lot of lying going on.  Or, let’s just say, a great deal of disingenuousness on the part of my fellows...... yes, like smelly, bless his soul.  

Yes, theoretically, the worst possible world does have to be an option..... not just yesterday, but also tomorrow.  

But, come on, really?  Let’s be real.  Who in their right mind......, besides maybe a smelly goat.....?

And we’ve got to feel sorry for poor donny....... he knows he’s God, too, or, at least, the Second Coming.  He just doesn’t quite know what to do about it.  He never had the time to actually sit down and figure out what to do about it.  

And, let’s be honest, being chicken little probably never crossed his little mind...... did it?   Nyah, nyah.... pants on fire....!!

You just have to work it out with a pencil, donny..... that’s all.  

I mean, who ever said that God wasn’t just a little bit of a nerd?  

And, let’s face it, donny, you just didn’t have the right stature for the job.  

And, besides, donny, you probably still don’t know who was the first investigator to have Fravor’s phone number..... even before his wheels touched the tarmac at Edwards.  I mean you had other much more important things on your mind.  

Nose pressed against the glass like a caged animal.....

donny miscalculated the deep state......

He thought he would outsmart it.

No, donny, you have to insmart it.  

The chicken was much too chicken to play the odds.  

I saw the one sure bet in 1975, thanks, in no small part, to Jack.  

It took me twenty more years to realize that Jack didn’t know jack, or he was very good at pretending not to know...... first shall be last, I guess.  (Who’s gonna be the last, last?) 

I would have to step up.

Isn’t that right, smelly?  Some poor sucker always has to step on up..... or come on down..... whatever.  

Fravor, fravor...... who had his phone number?  First two guesses don’t count.  If your first guess is foot, that doesn’t count.  foot cheated, even more than the chicken.  

And where are all the other investigators when we need them?  

They think they can hide from the truth.  You can’t hide.  You can only run.  

Oh, dear, maybe I’ll have to get back on phone duty.....

After 9/11, the Nimitz incident broke the holding pattern.  That’s when foot invited me to the reunion at the tiger cage.  

Now all we have is the toothpaste problem.  

It’s also called gravity’s rainbow.  

And did I forget to mention...... it’s not what you know.....


1:10........

And the phone problem has been solved with pp, of course.  

It’s not what you know........

pp will be talking to kk, and maybe bk and gc...... maybe we’ll have enough dots.  I had asked my fra guy if fra had had a previous incident.  

Of course he said no, but, of course fra had.  That’s what I found out from pp.  So I had to relay bk’s story about foot meeting with rr and et..... no, not that et.  

And so it goes.......

It is a small world, especially in ufo land.  

It seems like we just about have this thing wrapped up.  We just have to figure out how to do word of mouth at internet speed.  

When you’re on the outside, you want to speed things up.  When you’re inside, of course, you want to slow them down.  

I also have a call into steve bassett.  steve is totally a hardware guy.....  why would he want to talk with a software guy?  Maybe we’ll get to find out.  

I guess that steve would be back up to pp.  


5:25.........

There was someone with a similar name who was involved with the Holoman incident, but the ages don’t match, according to s.



(cont.......)

Well, I’ll tell you..

Dan doesn’t know authenticity, because he isn’t being authentic.

Shrug.

Smelly will be talking to no one.

No one has anything to move me and I have nothing to move anyone else.

My words are just to take it easy and relax, calm down and breathe.

No one wants that.

Sitting here with nothing to say.

I sit in a chair surveying the cosmos and nothing matters beyond this.

I’ve left behind any conception of love/god.

I fart on our intellect.

It has taken us far from home.

Ultimately I was given the choice to be alive, but I had to die first to live.

You just stop needing an explanation or thinking about being.

This is just fine for me.

More than enough.

A golden bounty.

I am no longer tempted by mirages.

I am not empty and emotionless.

I am just accepting of this.

If there is some force aware of our being within it, I feel me living fully would be the best way to say thank you.

I am not thankful for safe warmth.

I am thankful no longer being ruled by my mind.

It seems the mind was doing it all.

Making faces in the mirror trying to get the attention of the gods.

With the mind at ease, one becomes almost transparent.

What are we really?

What is experiencing this?

We are here.

You want it to end?

You want to be somewhere else?

May your mind find rest Dan, I feel your running.

Your body really knows what to do.

Listen.

Relax.

smelly, my old man,

It’s all about what we mean by here, here.  

You didn’t really think the muppets would be forsaken, did you?  

Did you think that anyone would be?  Shame on you.  

Buddha came back down.  You refuse to.  Who gave you permission to be a refusenik?  

Don’t let the sound of your own wheels.....

Solipsism is the occupational hazard...... I mean, the chicken ought to know.....!


4:20..........

Yes, sports fans, let’s get ready for more articles of impeachment.  

Pretty soon, Mitch will be begging Nancy........ please, please send us those articles....... whichever ones you’ve got........ we don’t care!  

Jimmy, baby, you want to play partisan hard ball....... ok, goody, let’s play.....

You mean that donny’s not quite ready to throw down the gauntlet. How much more time would you like, Jimmy.



(cont........)

**YAWN**

Here, have a grape.

Let’s be clear, the muppets forsake themselves.

No one is coming for them, they are distracted by conspiracy theory for one thing.

While I shine light where I go, cause the sun shines and the moon reflects.

I don’t believe you love anyone else but you.

Go ahead and try.

Only they can rise to meet themselves.

They have convinced themselves of this and that.

They can follow if they aren’t too stupid and do their own work.

People only see what they want to see man.

Be steady as a rock.

I figure that all things happen in the right time.

The Best Possible time

Like pouring water into a container.

It can't all be poured in at once, or at least not yet.

I guess this is akin to the first shall be last and the last first.

I know that there is this.

I am part of it and am truly grateful for it.

I sense for all of us the way we see the problem is, has been and continues to be the problem.

Panentheism seems by definition to say it all.

My Philosophy isn't that good but I have found a love and appreciation for the writings and wisdom that the great thinkers have given us and themselves.

Smelly, I know you are no doubt good fun at parties but I also know you would be the first to help someone in need.

A Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings to all.

Humans are kind really.

It takes effort to be an asshole.

Seasons Greeting!

When the scribe is presented with a potential disclosure situation, then, without doubt, the scribe will scribble it out.  How many times has the chicken seen the wolf in the forest?  If you were a chicken, you’d be a little nervous, too.  So, smelly will be joyful to know that we can all go back to contemplating our navels.  

I guess that’s a merry Christmas........

Cuan Scott wrote:A Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings to all.

And to You, and all here from hobbit land, where we know it's all about the solstice, and none of this fairy story now commercialised twaddle.

Hobbit

Good to see you back Hobbit.

Missed you

I trust all is well in Hobbit Land

Happy Solstice, hobbit........!!

Drifting clouds

Flowing water

No hang ups

So, I’m hearing from both sides of the tic tac story.........

Both sides are biased, so I have to thread the needle, also I don’t want to alienate either side, so I too am biased.  

Some facts may be checkable....... was Fravor a senior commander or a junior trainee who earned demerits?

Fravor’s age would not have him be a junior pilot, so I find the latter description hard to accept.  

At the very least, a minor leak was being embellished to cover something more serious.  

Why and to what specificity am I being targeted by this conflicting information?  

In either case, the story seems to have run its course.  

As for those two ‘glitches’, they would only be noticed in retrospect.  Following the news on a daily basis, nothing seems particularly odd, however, in retrospect, comparing the before and after sequences, there appears to have been a disconnect.  

I am also told that donny has been vouchsafed access to certain future information upon which he has been able to act.  

Back to Fravor and his co-trainee..... they were exposed to an apparently anomalous phenomenon, which the more (recently) experienced pilots were more used for.  Had the situation been deemed more serious, there are standard procedures for containing anomalous information.  That might explain why Fravor was not seriously debriefed.  

It also possible that, as a senior pilot, he has only undergoing a periodic ‘recertification’ of his ready status.  This recertification process applies to all pilots.  



(cont.......)

I prefer the low roads...

...that way those on the high roads can pass over me.

Do not all roads lead home..

I cried out to the Earth, Sea and Sky like these people...

ABBA, ABBA, why have you forsaken me?

As I was about to cast myself into the Abyss...I heard my mother behind me say...I am here.

Turn around.

And so I did.

She is glad you did

The infant Jesus in the Gospel of St. Thomas, as a little god, is quite the hellion. He made clay pigeons real, he struck people dumb and dead, but he raised them back up. He could do anything with his power.

You know there were many many versions of Christianity in the 1st and 2nd centuries. Fascinating history. Then some old dudes decided to make it respectable. Don’t think for second those folk stories don’t tell parts of the true story, of course they do.

Doesn’t matter really.

Knowing about the story isn’t the point, nor is confessing your sin or asking for forgiveness, living and dying is.

I don’t know why someone has not made a comic about baby Jesus, man, that’s a great idea actually, anyway.

There is an old story about Yoda, as a child he was quite mischievous.

Luke didn’t look deeply into Yoda’s past, but Yoda had to face his Darkness too.

But see, Yoda, when he saw he could not overcome his dark side by force, stopped fighting and embraced his dark side. You have to embrace the fear and pain or it will forever dominate your destiny.

A silly fantasy, but as true for humanity as a whole, as it is for every person.

Humanity is a sexist name for what we are and a great evidence of institutional power.

Latin hūmānus (“of or belonging to a man, human).

Yuk!

Nothing belongs to anyone, death proves that.

The ocean doesn’t belong to the shore or the shore the ocean, they are part of each other.

Cuan Scott wrote:She is glad you did

But I was only allowed to see her true face once in my life, as soon as I turned around, she disappeared, but before she faded away, I saw here face.

Where her head should be, there was a swirling black hole and nothing is supposed to be allowed to leave a black hole as you know.

But somehow...she got one thing to me...turn around.

Smelly,

I agree. We are all part of each other. Part of everything and everything us.

There is no separation. Only the illusion of such.

Sounds like Yoda read C. G. Jung. or maybe he taught him. Who knows..

Both visionaries..

Alas, I have not yet read his works yet, but its on my list.

Is it not the blinding of the light we truly fear?

We all fear the shadows on the walls.. I know I have been there all too often.

Humanity is used to its chains, it doesn't remember anything else.

But despite labels and our perceived differences there is such beauty and amazing potential in everything and everyone.

Tiny steps ..

I sense when we arrived at the theme park, we sold us our own tickets for the rollercoaster. Like Bill Hicks said it was fun for a while. Then, we forgot it was a rollercoaster.

I have read parts of the Gospel of Thomas.

I found it valuable.

Abstract for a while but with lens cleaning much came in to clearer focus.

smelly wrote:

Where her head should be, there was a swirling black hole and nothing is supposed to be allowed to leave a black hole as you know.

But somehow...she got one thing to me...turn around.

Maybe you are already home