I’m busy developing a modern version of Diogenes wandering though the ruins of today…
So as I type on my broken laptop, Betsy, my neighbor, drops in for a hello.She’s a fellow artist, restrained and cute, wondering if…We chat about the bourgeois reminisce…but we both see the veneer, refreshingly self-aware in our own reconcile.
A bit later Socrates comes by for a hello.We chat about animal sentience and intra-species dialogue.
We talk about mycelium organisms spanning the subsoil of large forests, huge gigantic creatures existing on a completely different algorithm, and we discuss how forests are intelligent and unified organisms…
Then, he points me to the Norway “Spiral” right before Obama’s peace award…
So I dig in…
A quick Google and I discover a piece of dis-half-info attributing the spiral to a Bulava launch having gone wry…
But I remember Dimitri talking about HAARP, so I plug that tidbit in…
And of course I remember that Dr. Lin, my highly efficient NOAA roommate, had mentioned the other day something about stratospheric detonations and atmospheric engineering taking place on multiple levels ever since the late ‘50’s – “most are classified,” he had said sheepishly!Oh how fun!
Hmmm, so then I calculate in Copenhagen and its spokesman, Al, and the debacle that it has now become, especially with the police batons beating up unarmed protesters?And the hired goons labeled with the NWO triangle on their uniforms? Hmmm…
So then I discover that there’s a HAARP outpost right there in Tromsø, Norway… right along the coast of White Sea…
Ok, so then at this point my brain clicks and clacks all over the place – I’m scampering for that tinfoil hat for real! – I factor in the “successful” launch of the Sajjil-2! um, as a provocative gesture…
Oh boy, could it be that the Bulava was also a “provocative” gesture by the Russkies right before POTUS received his award for peace, er, prior to declaring war and increased troop levels?
And maybe HAARP sent that bad puppy spiraling right out of commission?
What would Diogenes tell Alexander, I wonder…A sign in the sky? Oh how delightful is this chess game! Indeed…
a fanciful map created by Kc4 and modified by me, but you fill in the blanks...
Well, we’ve been telling you,
Hinting, winking, even hoodwinking you…
Don’t tell a lie, we’ve been preparing you, we the lunatic fringe, the insane outcasts of your polished world, we have been telling you…
The world, if you want to call it that, for it is not more than a superfluous rash, is about to flare up into a nasty and fatally-flawed-yet-irrelevant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things hemorrhoid in the summer heat… Only the fire guardians will keep the beat.
Iran has been fomented into the much anticipated NWO campaign of consolidation… Summer of hell is about to hit the fan! so buckle up…
This will be a bumpy ride, but don’t complain that we haven’t been telling you!
Pissing Pieces of Peace with Sweet Pees, we’ve been telling you…
But Wait!
If the masses of malleable automatons storming the streets of Tehran are not sufficient to stir the blood bath, here’s an emotionally stirring piece of propag to get our boys over there…and the gunships ablaze, Metallica blasting through the headphones amid the prancing cavalcade of M1 Abrams… Oh how very epic! …and the films that would be scored, the heroes that would be carved under the penmanship of dreamers…
How the engine churns the same with every generation afoot, marching to the tune of puppeteers, of soulless traitors of hope…
So believe in your caricatures, in your made-up inculcated fantasy… You’ve been spoon-fed a world of ghosts populating the catacombs where your late-departed soul once gleamed — yeah that dead memory tethered to the crevices of your flesh - a prisoner in your drifting corpse…
Just listen to the music, just listen to it move you to send your sons to that glory’s cry: The Stoning…
Guardian of fire, smith of Radiant Daggers fashioned from the ore of yore,
-Iliad Alexnader Terra
