The Hunter Gatherers and the Origins of GMO's
Hunter, gatherers... There was a time when they still possessed the personal power to instinctively know what to hunt in the gathering of what they needed according to their desire.
But there was confusion too. Both among the HG's and that which they gathered, the providers. Who were in alignment with the idea that that was their destiny path. To provide. With themselves. The Sacrificial Ones!
Die to live was their mantra. The path they'd struck for themselves via their interpretations and conclusions drawn in a time long, long ago when such things as DNA were just beginning to take form and then make form.
But, their story is another story in the larger story And, right now, this is the HG's story. From one angle of it. From one layer of the cake.
And there grew a darkness in the green forest. Over time the HG's lost more and more of their power through the dynamic of denial. The more split and gaped they became between their wills and their spirit aspects of themselves, the more it became difficult to hold consciousness together.
Which is just another way of saying that the denial was causal to the loss.
What happened next is culminated in what we see today. Reflections of various forms that can show us their stories. Not only behind the forms taken but the dynamics running the show behind the scenes.
In the Gap.
Reflections that show us who holds this power now and the unloving, nefarious ways in which they use it to control and hold power over all those who seek to know life inside of love.
Reflections that show us, as GD, a campfire compadre pointed out recently; how good things are turned into bad.
Thrown back on themselves, I might add.
The operative dynamic here is magnetics. Cuz power, in its denied state can split off from the essence of the body politic. Go, out there. Where it is up for grabs. The energy of it via the EM dynamic, attracts and gloms onto what we call, the bad guys. And vicie versie.
Voila! A transfer of power was just made. In a place where is operates of its own consciousness. A place that is unconsciousness to us. Mostly.
I used to say high jacked. A high jack of this power by anti-life forces. Who's right place is not of this planet. And, in many, many instances, inhabiting bodies they've taken over or presenting as earth spirit forms to forward their anti-life agendas.
In a phrase: to kill the will!!
From one perspective there is truth to the high jacking. Yet, that could not happen without attraction. Alignment has much to do with attraction.
And so, it played out. Over the ages. More and more the HG's looked to those in power to tell them what to do. What to eat. What to wear.
Fast forward to today. There are many reflections of how this is playing out in many, many various forms.
GMO's are just one. Here, eat this pilgrim. Its good for you. No, it won't hurt you. Our best scientists have verified this with extensive testing and assured us of its safety. Here, check out these links. Watch these shows. Pay attention to advertising. It will inform you of the truth.
Another is the fashion industry. Particularly vulnerable are women. Cuz, what's the message? Be beautiful. That's yer job eh? And besides, you desire it. And you deserve it. Because, you ARE beautiful!
Anyway, its quite a show to see it playing out on the stage we call life. Wear this to be Miss Thing. Or this sophisticated beauty for the opera. This little number for the party. Or, whatever.
One of those whatevers being, wear this little sexy flower and you will entice.
What?
Him!!
There she is. The unconscious concubine to the handler. Strutin it down the runway in all her voluptuous womanhood. Wear this and you will shine. And that shine will draw him to you. And he will be mesmerized by your draw.
Which is just another of the stories in the greatest story of all time. Him. But, we'll have to put him in the later box for now.
Is that it? Not hardly. That's just one point of view of only one aspect of a dance gone mad. Mine. What's yours?
But there was confusion too. Both among the HG's and that which they gathered, the providers. Who were in alignment with the idea that that was their destiny path. To provide. With themselves. The Sacrificial Ones!
Die to live was their mantra. The path they'd struck for themselves via their interpretations and conclusions drawn in a time long, long ago when such things as DNA were just beginning to take form and then make form.
But, their story is another story in the larger story And, right now, this is the HG's story. From one angle of it. From one layer of the cake.
And there grew a darkness in the green forest. Over time the HG's lost more and more of their power through the dynamic of denial. The more split and gaped they became between their wills and their spirit aspects of themselves, the more it became difficult to hold consciousness together.
Which is just another way of saying that the denial was causal to the loss.
What happened next is culminated in what we see today. Reflections of various forms that can show us their stories. Not only behind the forms taken but the dynamics running the show behind the scenes.
In the Gap.
Reflections that show us who holds this power now and the unloving, nefarious ways in which they use it to control and hold power over all those who seek to know life inside of love.
Reflections that show us, as GD, a campfire compadre pointed out recently; how good things are turned into bad.
Thrown back on themselves, I might add.
The operative dynamic here is magnetics. Cuz power, in its denied state can split off from the essence of the body politic. Go, out there. Where it is up for grabs. The energy of it via the EM dynamic, attracts and gloms onto what we call, the bad guys. And vicie versie.
Voila! A transfer of power was just made. In a place where is operates of its own consciousness. A place that is unconsciousness to us. Mostly.
I used to say high jacked. A high jack of this power by anti-life forces. Who's right place is not of this planet. And, in many, many instances, inhabiting bodies they've taken over or presenting as earth spirit forms to forward their anti-life agendas.
In a phrase: to kill the will!!
From one perspective there is truth to the high jacking. Yet, that could not happen without attraction. Alignment has much to do with attraction.
And so, it played out. Over the ages. More and more the HG's looked to those in power to tell them what to do. What to eat. What to wear.
Fast forward to today. There are many reflections of how this is playing out in many, many various forms.
GMO's are just one. Here, eat this pilgrim. Its good for you. No, it won't hurt you. Our best scientists have verified this with extensive testing and assured us of its safety. Here, check out these links. Watch these shows. Pay attention to advertising. It will inform you of the truth.
Another is the fashion industry. Particularly vulnerable are women. Cuz, what's the message? Be beautiful. That's yer job eh? And besides, you desire it. And you deserve it. Because, you ARE beautiful!
Anyway, its quite a show to see it playing out on the stage we call life. Wear this to be Miss Thing. Or this sophisticated beauty for the opera. This little number for the party. Or, whatever.
One of those whatevers being, wear this little sexy flower and you will entice.
What?
Him!!
There she is. The unconscious concubine to the handler. Strutin it down the runway in all her voluptuous womanhood. Wear this and you will shine. And that shine will draw him to you. And he will be mesmerized by your draw.
Which is just another of the stories in the greatest story of all time. Him. But, we'll have to put him in the later box for now.
Is that it? Not hardly. That's just one point of view of only one aspect of a dance gone mad. Mine. What's yours?
posted by Palooka's Revenge at 6/09/2013 07:11:00 PM
4 Comments:
What is the EM Dynamic, p? I am STILL unclear as to what we are denying. Denying that we are part particle and part wave? Denying that there are soul-sucking entities that fuck with us? Denying our own power to live free?
Sure sounds like you and Liz finding each other was fortuitous for you both. It's still like some sort of fiction that there really are sick ritualists out there that do terrible gruesome things. I once worked with a teenager who killed animals and attempted to poison one of the kids at the group home. She was dangerous, and seemed "possessed" to me. Only kid I ever knew whom I considered "evil." Probably still is. Let's hope she's not working for the government by now.
Good post. Maybe if I start reading here more regularly, it will finally sink in what you are talking about.
Love you.
freeacre... thank you for your questions and comment. they are valid and worthy of a true response far truer than i'm capable of. but i took a shot at callin it as i see it. turned out the max word police threw a flag on the play so i have to publish it in 2 comments. take what you might can use and leave the rest...
the EM dynamic is just my way of sayin the interactive dance of the stuff that makes the world go round. the unseen behind the seen. and not seen.
stuff!
it can get purddy convoluted and complicated in a damn hurry so i try to keep it simple. i do that by reducing it to its core and what i hold to be the duality of the one. the EM being what i consider to be the parental forces to all forces. where it all begins and ends if such exists.
the polarities. the electro and the magnetic. the male and the female. the yang and the yin. dancin. together in sweet harmony. or, killin each other. and then, everything between here and there. between life and death. and beyond.
listen to a song, your hearing it. you might be drawn, attracted to it and feel like dancin. or repelled and feel like ya wanna run. in both cases magnetism is at work. unseen. but you can feel it jes by the way you respond it.
fiddlin round with a couple magnets has a way of demonstratin attraction and repulsion that no words can measure up to. thats the EM dynamic. in play in all energy.
spill a bucket of paint on the floor and you're seein it. particles ridin a wave as it spreads out on the floor. how do you react?
fascinated by the site of somethin sacred goin on? something, some dynamic happenin even einstein couldn't rest easy with? couldn't square? that damn gravity thing that drew the paint to the floor? or pushed it as the case may be if'n we ever figure out how god works when it comes to the forces of nature?
and hey, now we got physicists studyin nano particles and worm holes and dark matter and the stuff of observation and how that changes stuff. how you, jes standin there watchin that paint changes it in a way that wouldn't be were you to not look. its enuf to make us tyros to such blow fuses! does me anyway.
maybe you be pissed cuz ya spilled the paint and made a mess? ARRGH! what is that? that arrgh response? tomorrow it won't matter in the same way but right now the 'accident' jes turned into a BFD. exacerbated by a bad day.
maybe chit jes ain't been cooperatin ta go yer way today. and this jes became the last straw and ya feel like explodin. and thats okay. cept'n with most of us, it ain't okay cuz we got a prob with feelin like this. or so we believe. so we don't move on the rant. instead, we shove it back down. thats a form of denial.
this rage, which is an EM dynamic on a roll felt to go otta control maybe. and who the fuck knows what'll happen if'n we ain't in control eh? otta control = terrifying. now we got em both. 2 of the primary emotions trigger by a simple accident.
when it comes to fear of no control then we're talkin bout fear of the unknown. and who lives there? the boogie man? or that guy in the sky who's gonna kick my ass and yers at the final judgement cuz we got pissed at something we shoulda seen as a flower growin in the garden?
i call this blog the unseen role of denial cuz denial is an energetic dynamic that plays a role whenever some form of it is in play as a reaction to experience. and mostly, we don't even know it. can't see how it plays out. if there's denial present that energetic state heads off on one path into the next split second where the foundation for the future has been influenced by the presence of the denial. if not, it takes the road less traveled. less traveled cuz there's denial present almost all the time in some form.
the dynamics of denial, as i see it, turns out ta be part of the perfection of creation. the problem containing its own solution. if'n it could be put into an axiom it might read like this: denial creates an experience or experiences equal to or greater than the denial so the denial may be cleared.
if there's anything to that then the roles denial plays are a BFD eh?
why? cuz a part of it is this... at the end of the denial road is where death trumps life.
the antidote? unconditional acceptance for my response reactions. for the rage. for the terror. for the heartbreak. and for my expression of such responses. which is to say movement. vabration. iow, whatever it is i'm feelin and thinkin in the midst of every nano second.
given the nature of how such expressions might affect another its wise to do so in private though.
so yeah, jes spillin a bucket of paint can turn into a BFD. for me anyway. in this little paint scenario it could all add up to not much. and then again, it could be a BFD. or, we could take the same dynamics and apply em to somethin that is a really big BFD. cuz we mostly do a similar dance in reaction to BFD's.
let me tell ya a story... i'm out mowin the lawn and i'm out by the road which is a 5 lanes with about 50K cars wizzin by every day. i'm putt putt'n along and some asshole throws a beer bottle out the window and almost hits me. i could have that rage response at the godhead in about 5 seconds. blamin god for assholes. now, what the fuck? rage at god over this? who the fuck has the right to be pissed at god especially over somethin like this?
but, i gotta ask, what the fuck kinda self-proclaimed lovin god would sit around in his revelry, jes floatin along on his rug in the sky when we got people down here tearing each other apart and all the while we're doin that we're destroyin our home? who sits and watches such which is sposed ta be his creation i'm told, and don't do someting bout it?
then one day it hit me. right in the middle of a rant... maybe god ain't proclaimin such at all. maybe thats a god presented accordin to someones elses interpretation?
its a just rage as i see it. and, unrequited, unheard, unanswered, the stuff that goes to heartbreak underneath the rage. enuf ta make a grown man cry!! and who's the man who couldn't cry? every man. mostly. or so we been told. and so we think...
many guru's in various forms out there preach to us somethin they refer to as JC ta be the answer. the son in the father's stead. savin the world. and someday he's gonna come. so, get on board pilgrim, the ship is comin in. cuz, the alternative is yer ass is toast!
me, i kinda like the way another JC put it who's long hard road produced within him a wisdom that can only come from hard roads traveled. and then, as he came ever more near his end, drew back upon his god given talent that had served him so well to couch that wisdom in his final songs. to leave as his legacy. a sad but sweet justice. but still, a justice that ended in his death.
thats the thing bout the downside of the unseen role of denial... unless cleared, it ends in death.
here's johnny...
fa... ran short on time this morn but wanted to address your 2nd para. yes, it is fortuitous for both of us. i think. jes kiddin. it has been. and will continue. but its been damn rough. for both of us. i gotta say harder for liz though cuz she's the one that has to try to carry on with the backlash and the impact on her entire life thats lived on a daily basis. she's had to work incredibly hard in an effort to be somewhat functional. yet, so irregular as to not be able to be functional to work a job or do the things 'normal' people do with ease. like answer the phone. or tie yer shoes. purddy amazin what she's been able to accomplish given the circumstances.
and, this is the way with survivors. they all deal with this result. stuff, for example, that shorts their brain circuits and fucks with the mental process. and then, stuff that leaves them totally entranced in terror. or anxiety. or incredible stress. and, those can be exacerbated even by therapy.
what they have to go thru just to live is... well, its a rough road. but she's all in. thx for your vote of confidence darlin. coming from you whom i admire so much means a lot to me... p
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