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The secret is that there is no secret. The other secret is that there is another secret after that. And it is a lot more mind-blowing. In fact, when you feel it, it will be like the rushing of a mighty wind: hence the phrase “mind-blowing” the Universal mind being BLOWN through you in the form of the Holy Shit!Spirit.

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The cockatoo is tarnished. Is foliage metallic? The flower is painful. Is the imp red? The glass is keen. Is the dancer obvious? The ceremony is jagged. Is the artist smug? The brain is silver. The jug is blue. Is the snob necessary? The doctor is mechanical. The ceremony is jittery. The egg is little. The therapist is soft. The human is stunted. The truth is great. Is the debutante shallow? The enthusiasm is low. But it builds, just like the carpenter builds homes for many families, but none more cherished and cared for than his own.

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But now that we have that out of the way, we can get on to the real iHEARThuckabees (Merope Maccabees swarm of killer African dropping dead bees) of the missile missive message. And that message is:

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You shall have no other gods before me…

You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them…

You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.

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Okay, are you ready? Digg it: don’t put God into a fucking box. Don’t even call him God. Don’t even call him G-d. Don’t even call him “Him.” Don’t even call him anything. Period. Don’t even use a period. Don’t even talk. Don’t even think about what we’re talking about. Don’t even think about thinking of what we are REALLY talking about here.

The purpose of these my ten thousand thing commandments within the universal Garden of Earthly Delights (deluminated) is this: God is a word people use to describe pure unfiltered experience. Tap the Rockies. Unfiltered bottled water from the HEART of Mythsylvania Dasani Aquafina, except without the water, the bottles or the Brand Band Names of God/dess (God’s Death). If you master the AImps and turn down the volume on the editor you can connect to the rubbedR.A.W.red data feed without any intervention.

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And here are the first two steps to doing it:

1. Be observant and be excited.
2. Look for evidence, not meaning.

Become a private Magnum AI PI PKD dick detective investigating the Miss Misery Mountainous Mysteries of of the the Babel Bible of Opopolis. Be mindful of Andromeda. Think of the peacock and his feathers… Strength through vigilant awareness. Awareness creates choice. Like a thief in the night. Am I burning an eternal flame? Severed heads on the beach, the strongMan interpretive dancers with the fairy ribbons of the cool salt sea. Statue of Liberty burning in the distance of Santa Monica by Everclear. I’ve heard there are only seven basic story plots. What are they?


Okay, now read the lyrics from the movie song The Neverending Story (not this parityParody). Watch out for those sphinxes. In between the spins a giant golden coin similar to the one those vampire dudes have in the movie Dark City:

Now read the lyrics for the song Silent Lucidity but understanding that we are not talking about “sleeping” here or “dreaming” per se. We are talking about sleeping prophets rising from their sunslumbersleighbeds.

Now watch this:


Now read the lyrics to Depeche Mode’s “Sacred.” Also realize that there is a giant sulphurous crab beast with a crown of volcanic thorns hiding hot under the desert in the Middle East (I will draw it for you later on).

1. the Tao buddeth forth all things under Heaven; it is (In its manifestation of the Teh) the Mother of all.
2. knowing the Mother, we may know her offspring. he that knows this Mother, and abides in Her Nature, remaineth in surety all his days.
3. with the mouth closed, and the Gates of Breath (prana) controlled, he remaineth at ease all his days. with the mouth open, and the Breath (prana) directed to outward affairs, he hath no surety all his days.
4. to perceive this Minute Point (hadit) is True Vision; to maintain the Soft and Gentle (Nuit) is True Strength.
5. employing harmoniously the Light Within (Ra-Hoor-Kuit) so that it returneth to its Origin, one guardeth even one’s body from evil, and keepeth Silence before all men.

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Jesus was a Carpenter. He worked for Merkaba Mushroom Construction raising time-traveling houses for flux capacitor rich people.

The earliest surviving version (that of Aulus Gellius) names him, in Latin, as Androclus, a runaway slave of a former Roman consul administering a part of Africa. He takes shelter in a cave, which turns out to be the den of an ailing wounded lion. He removes a large thorn from the animal’s foot pad, forces pus from the infected wound, and bandages it. As a result, the lion recovers and becomes tame toward him, acting like a domesticated dog, including wagging its tail and bringing home game that he shared with the slave. After several years, the slave eventually craves a return to civilization, resulting in his imprisonment as a fugitive slave, and condemnation to be devoured by wild animals in the Coliseum of Rome. In the presence of an unnamed emperor, the most imposing of these beasts turns out to be the same lion, which again displays its dog-like benevolence toward the slave. The emperor pardons the slave on the spot, in recognition of this testimony to the power of friendship, and he is left in possession of the lion; they are described as being seen walking together through city streets.

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Compare that to this and allow the two too to vibrate noographically within your heartHole in a free the slaves association chain massacre:

The Fisher King or the Wounded King figures in Arthurian legend as the latest in a line charged with keeping the Holy Grail. Versions of his story vary widely, but he is always wounded in the legs or groin, and incapable of moving on his own. When he is injured, his kingdom suffers as he does, his impotence affecting the fertility of the land and reducing it to a barren Wasteland. Little is left for him to do but fish in the river near his castle Corbenic. Knights travel from many lands to heal the Fisher King but only the chosen can accomplish the feat. This is Percival in the earlier stories; in the later versions Percival is joined by Galahad and Bors.

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Don’t be scared. I know this is scary. But don’t be scared. It will only take you further down that Saddam Husseign spiderGrandmotherMotherHole. Here is the video for a song by Bon Jovi called “Every Rose Has Its Thorn:”

You see the eyes gleam
I think we at an all time high
To get there we run, we fly, we drive
Coz with my family we know where home is
So instead of sending flowers
We the roses


You know about dung beetles, right? What they are good for is clearing out poisons, lead into gold. They take the poopicules and churnturn them back into dirticules which can then use to seedpetal fertilize your Garden of Edenic Angelic inVisitators. And don’t forget the awesome power of the Bull Back Elephant Ox and/or the lightning speedteeth of the Alligatoric Calorator Jaguar wuzzle. I will send them to you when you need them. Just say her name, you know her name. It is always forever on your horrible burning hearth breath ember cinders. Oh, and raccoons can wash your food for you.

Oh and don’t bother meyew (MEOW!) trying to decide whether these words are for you. If they don’t seem to be, just pass on the reference points containerized herein. That’s more important, that you act as a reference point distribution network for your fellow Illuminati co-conspiratorators. We are only re-transmitting substations to extend the free Clearwire Wi-Fi wireless network of the signal of God’s only sunmoonunion (I summon you in) transmoonmission to Mars.

PS. We simply have to tell their story for them using their own words. Enjoy!


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3 Reader Responses

  1. theodore Heistman Says:

    I am into a lot of the stuff you used as imagery in this post, but I usually am at somewhat clueless what your overall point is.

    If God is simply pure experience…Then that’s cool. I like God then.

    I think Lions are really cool and I love the story of the Fisher King.

    I think the story with the lion and the paw loses some of its impact though because people see zoo lions and trained circus lions.

    The lion in the fable was a real lion. Serious heavyweight killer. I don’t think zoo lions are lions. To be a lion you need to orchestrate a coup, fight a King Lion male lion to the death, take over his territory and kill all his heirs.

    All wild lions are descended from an unbroken line of warrior Kings, stretching back probably hundreds of thousands of years.

    a Zoo lion is nothing…They never have to prove themselves worthy to be king.

  2. fuj Says:

    The King of the Mountain ensures a steady stream of blood to fertilize the manure of human drama and suffering. It’s pouring cats and dogs over the Dirty Scoundrels, but at least the scaffolding stands.

  3. Tim Boucher Says:

    The lion in the fable was a real lion. Serious heavyweight killer. I don’t think zoo lions are lions. To be a lion you need to orchestrate a coup, fight a King Lion male lion to the death, take over his territory and kill all his heirs.

    All wild lions are descended from an unbroken line of warrior Kings, stretching back probably hundreds of thousands of years.

    Ted I think you understand me way better than you think you do!

    a Zoo lion is nothing…They never have to prove themselves worthy to be king.

    What the zoo lion (ie the maimed lame Fisher King) has to do is remove the thorn from its paw, become a runaway slave and kill the existing king/become the king/get the emperor to pardon it



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