LSR Notes: 8/31/20

“Stop obeying and start being.”

  • Dr. Freckles

***

soon men and women will wander the streets …

gloves of iron, and hooks, and putrid edges of morbid eyes …

gumbous freaks, staring at your meat taco … but your women is feverish and your money is burning …

and you think the ho-world cares?

but you know it’s hooker land

***

  1. eat healthy food, if you can find it
  2. don’t eat too much
  3. exercise

(and yet, in this dystopia, all of the above are hard now … in the fucking city)

You have to imagine me as a space ship commander, coasting through the collective unconscious, deep inner space bullshit … and I radio back once in a while.

(but my radio is broken)

(and my heart is a raisin)

***

I will blow your mind …

I’d rather live around people that are NOT pissed off at me.

***

“Don’t assume: SOMEONE IS FIXING IT … if you’re not fixing it? – why do you assume someone else is?”

  • Dr. Freckles

***

Demons live in many places …

They thrive on LACK of human communication.

When we don’t talk? – we assume the thoughts of others, and the demon whispers, and we become hateful for no reason other than madness.

Demons live in the spaces where people look away from each other.

***

chickens OVER cows at this point

potatoes OVER grains …

herbs OVER pills …

vegetables OVER fruits …

salt OVER sugar …

shelter OVER cars …

guns OVER feelings …

friends OVER followers …

life OVER death

and Jesus loves us …

***

“Smart systems collapse gracefully … dumb ones fall apart at the worst moment.” – Dr. Freckles

***

“The best protection against too much complexity? – simplify.”

  • Dr. Freckles

dfgtc #Complexity

You don’t greet the collapse of complexity with MORE complexity

you go to fundamentals

food, water, shelter

(those are things you NEED)
(bitcoin riches? – something you want)

***

People are still in denial about collapse, and its non-linear nature:

They still need to believe “I can ship my shit” via FEDEX or UPS or USPS … and they’d rather lose product AND customers than admit their paradigm is FLAWED.

That’s what you need to know about shipping beef.

***

and let’s say you cannot ship in increments LESS THAN 300 pounds …

that means the risk/reward calculus works EVEN BETTER for the mother fucker thief at UPS or FEDEX or USPS or any other over the ground carrier …

It’s worse for the product seller the more beef there is.

***

crypto people be like “my blockchain verifies my transactions”, but what they DON’T FUCKING KNOW is that if you’re shipping shit? – you still depend upon shippers not stealing your shit …

or adulterating it …

or rubbing their fecal matter on your food shipment.

Let’s say I shipped 100 deliveries, randomly distributed over 3 weeks … using randomly selected over-the-ground carriers …

I would be surprised if more than 80 of the deliveries made it, at this point.

(I didn’t say “pretend it’s 1995 and your pa just bought you a camaro”)

***

I’ve lost several donations, sent to me, via USPS, in the last few months …

I don’t go crazy about it:

  1. I tell my donors to NO LONGER use USPS.
    and
  2. I DON’T LIVE IN FANTASY LAND

To believe a person could ship 300 pounds of premium beef, without pilfering, at this point?

***

If you are running ANY FUCKING BUSINESS at this point?

And you ship high-value items?

ESPECIALLY FOOD OR LIQUOR?

then you might want to build a coop/mutual logistics network for delivery.

(just so you don’t get fucked by the desperate people who are going to steal your shit)

When it comes to food deliveries:

reliability > cheap

***

No matter your feelings …

NATURE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK.

No matter your fears …

NATURE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK.

God loves you, but you ain’t in Eden no more …

AND NATURE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK.

(and nature is NOT linear)

(and this ends my Ted Talk on collapse)

LSR Notes: 8/30/2020

what if there are 17 primal moons between the Earth and THE MOON?

you migrate from one moon to the next …

a star glazer space ship takes you on a ride …

you eat chocolate pie with the demon cats …

you share whiskey with Sasquatch as you touch your soul resin and vomit.

***

I was caged, by a sandman general …

I was haunted by the orangutan lords …

I was visited by spirits and demons and witches and monkeys and various small furry things …

I took from the great deep well.

I found the 7th gate to Hell.

I burned for nothing at all, I fell.

***

I will build a device …

on it will be glowing dials …

inside will be midget witches, and gremlins, and squirrels and dead things ….

we will wind her up …

we’ll all stare at it …

and after several hours a greasy substance will be exuded

we will rub it on our faces

***

  1. it is TRAGIC if your kid dies at summer camp
  2. it is NOT a TRAGEDY when your kid dies while participating in a riot or looting

Sorry if this seems cold heart’d, but people need to realize: play stupid commie games, win stupid commie prizes.

Not everyone is as nice as Kyle.

***

Kenobi hunts ewoks …

he pickles ewoks …

he skins and smokes them …

he BBQ them over his fire at night, listening to the cries of the widows …

he collects their widow ewok tears …

he uses this to season the ewok flesh …

and then he goes out to hunt again, why not

***

I think Kenobi is out there …

Now …

Hunting ewoks …

***

I saw a family, all masks today …

Including what looked like a kid under the age of 3 … with a mask on …

A toddler …

Please tell me #Seattle can be saved?

***

I met a raven pirate, on my way to the Chevron …

He told me my heart was turning to glass.

He said my mind was filthy with rancid Velveeta …

He said my eyes glowed red, and the jaundice was visible …

He flew in circles above me.

the vultures followed suit.

(what now)

***

I feel a pain …

but I think it’s just the 5G transmitters toasting my insides … giving me stomach cancer …

other than that shit is great

***

Conflict resolution, in the future?

I will build a device …

on it will be glowing dials …

inside will be midget witches, and gremlins, and squirrels and dead things ….

we will wind her up …

we’ll all stare at it …

and after several hours a greasy substance will be exuded

we will rub it on our faces

***

“Dan, quantum computing and free energy will fix the crypto problems …”

“Why isn’t the black market offering rides to Mars yet?”

“you’re racist”

(and scene)

RacismTheater #BlockChain #Technology

***

it was better times …

when Coca Cola contained cocaine.

LSR Notes: 8/29/2020

https://www.foxnews.com/health/coronavirus-travel-toilet-pipes-study

Mr. Roark – nazi scientist, Gestapo interrogation and psyop expert … https://youtu.be/fTJCfbllDgs?t=1849

becoming a minister …

Les Miserables, in the park: now playing, Portland … Seattle? – soon … Ferrari of Seattle is still selling Ferrari

it will be worse for us, than for the Romans, when the collapse hits …

defining “collapse” merely in terms of electricity is funny …

https://www.wctv.tv/content/news/Local-man-arrested-after-lighting-underwear-on-fire-at-Starbucks-409784745.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

great ideas defy critics and the state – like “space travel”. are black markets stronger than the state?

For things that are feasible?

Historically?

Regulation FOLLOWS the market …

GRESHAM’s LAW : bad money chase out good money … and counterfeiting …

“How do you become wise? … fuck up a LOT … don’t die.”

  • Dr. Freckles

dfgtc #wisdom

“On the road to Damascus, I found a joint.” – Dr. Freckles … God is kind.

***

you have to breed turtles with tigers …

turgers …

a tiger, with a shell … nearly bullet proof …

turgers …

***

Could you imagine building a cringe out of glee?

Can you see the monkey tribes?

Did the last king of Minneapolis leave you starving in a cage, drowning, sinking, slowly beneath the waves?

Are you going to be a go-getter, and set the world on fire?

Do you have asbestos soup?

***

I’m gonna have to change out my mold harvesters …

been growing black and green and yellow and red mold …

but purple mold is big now … for fun “on the go” sports drinks, for young people that think there’s gonna be a Christmas this year … but December will be cancelled.

***

“What kind of dlimbus is that?”

“That? shit, that’s munkit meat …”

“Where you get that?”

“From Hal, down by the Chevron station …”

“You mean the one that sells stringous-juice and horse-pie?”

“Yeah …”

“So what’s munkit meat again?”

“Shit … nobody knows.”

***

when the black clad freaks come for me?

I’ll be chasing down the viper kings of Houston …

when the frunkis-butt-heads of Soongo come for me?

I’ll be smoking meth and drinking battery acid and tied to a horse filled with dynamite

when death comes for me?

I’ll set a claymore

***

All gronkis lords …

report to redoubt 12 …

feed the liger army the toasted goodies of dead things you found yesterday on your walk by the Duwamish …

ensure the commie-dundis-folk of the UW are covered in fecal juices, as they are wont to be …

And #seattle becomes GOG.

***

there was a language we spoke, and it arose before “no” …

there was a language we knew, as children, and it existed before “maybe” …

there were words, barely in sight, not nearly on the surface nor well lit …

dusky chunks of youth …

a time of words which would play

***

“I am a winner.”

I say it, like a prayer to the rat monks of lower Queen Anne …

“I am a winner.”

I say that to the bus driver, not knowing what dirty looks I might get

“I am a winner.”

I speak to the old hounds that congregate on Jefferson, near where that dude was killed.

***

I was born of ape and muskrat …

I was carried to the great waters of Noorb, and anointed leader of the Oolongit tribes of eastern Ballard …

Torbis, the priest of Xax? – he showed me the lights that would glow … he showed me the musky taverns filled with old stale drunks.

***

“I formed 8 committees before I was two.”

– Dr. Freckles, Lord of Committees

***

Most people agree, my view of #Seattle is casually nice …

***

you want a roll top desk too?

you think you’re gonna skate by the vodka billionaires, as they toss acid at your face?

why don’t you find a bag and fill it with rocks, and find a commie and tune up that mother fucker?

WHY?

Because the street freaks feed on baloney and dog rice

***

in an age of puritanical blue bot cowboys …

scarred by years of SWAT and CHIPS and Hill Street Blues … and other stories of how a man can be sent to the dungeon and raped and beaten on for 20 years because maybe he smoked some reefer in the club?

You seeing the angels yet?

***

“Joob?”

“Yeah man …”

“You hear about old Vrunkal?”

“Vrunk? That old gypsy?”

“Yeah, you hear?”

“Nah … what?”

“He was working down by the #Seattle center, digging holes … some duded tossed him into the protein recovery truck …”

“Shit …”

“He’s taco meat by now.”

***

ALERT MESSAGE:

ALL PROTEIN CUBES WILL BE ENHANCED WITH MICRONUTRIENTS MINED FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE DUWAMISH RIVER.

ALL WATER WILL NOW BE RECYCLED FROM YOUR NEIGHBOR’S TOILET.

ALL LOVE WILL BE SOLD AT THE CHEVRON STATION, NEXT TO THE CANS OF NALLEY’S CHILI.

ALL HAIL #SEATTLE.

***

“I was meant to be the LAST of the Klungous-Lords, not the first?”

“Son, if the Lord of Ballard doesn’t have his flesh-contract, he’ll split the city in two …”

“THEN LET #SEATTLE BURN!”

(Old Klagg, first over-holder of plimbous, swore he would never trigger the fusion bomb)

***

A CDS, with credit event declared, is the new “o-face”.

***

“You were on watch, what did ya see?”

“Nothing …”

“Come on Glimm, you and I are old friends from the spungous-farms …”

“I DIDN’T SEE NOTHING …”

(Glimm, looking sadly through the porthole of his living unit, staring into the bleak #Seattle nothingness)

“… just pain.”

***

By the year 2034?

I will have already built a home made of creosote and old cinder blocks and rebar and chunks of whale bone …

By 2036 …

I will have forged my first sword made of titanium and pain …

By 2037 …

I will marry 8 wives, and fertilize them with love oils.

***

A conversation from 2029 …

“Mel?”

“Yeah Cindy …”

“Mel … I’m thinking of moving …”

“Where?”

“Mel … I’m thinking of moving to Bellingham …”

“THERE AIN’T NO FUCKING BELLINGHAM NO MORE!”

“I hear things …”

“What the fuck do you hear?”

“I hear the commies have died, it’s safe to return.”

***

I think it’s ok to conceptualize eating squirrel …

I think it’s ok to abstract out rat-stew ..

I think people should meditate on the proteins and oils that can be gleaned from the nasty sidewalks of this dark and wretched ho-dom … a land of whorish delights, and real estate

***

“How much for that car?”

“That car flies …”

“HOW MUCH FOR THAT FUCKING CAR?”

“That car flies, and has 2 x 4.5 mega watt rail guns …”

“MOTHER FUCKER! HOW MUCH FOR THAT DAMN CAR?!?”

“It has stereo … hi fidelity”

(Trangis, just released from the memory jail, beats him)

***

The Seattle greases call out like a thirsty bitch filled with old beer and cigarettes and whatever tampon nightmare is sticking to the walls of that moldy old lady’s room …

You can smell #Seattle now … like a dead whore down by the Duwamish …

You can hear her, like flies.

***

Skankus, was meant to be commissioned as the prince of impossibility …

Drumpis would splay out NYC before the Atlantic council, and the 4th bishop of Marseilles would speak in riddles …

But porcupine dreams can’t keep these mother fuckers from their water ski homeland.

***

“… get down …”

“Wahd?”

“… get down man, they shooting ho-balls …”

“Fug …”

(ho balls are fiber glass projectiles that contain stomach spiders that eat you from the inside out and leave you writhing and swearing and pissing your pants as the sky turns black, red)

***

pharma grade no laxatives cocaine …

(I’m thinking I need to step up to flavor country)

***

by 2045, I will have been ruler of #Seattle for 12 years …

many busty whores will lay themselves out for me …

the kings of Vancouver and Spokane will do my bidding …

I will harvest the ape meat and feed upon orca flesh and drink scorpion wine by the bay …

no strangers

***

I’m seeing so many commie freaks now, and gronkis lords, and mask-head-unicycle-pony-boy-surfers …

and most of them do meth down by the overpass …

and that’s where they end up dying … broken up by their own miserable desire for one last bloody night of revenge and turmoil

***

“I AM GENERAL HRAGG!”

“Yes you are …”

“I AM RULER OF DEATH ZONE 72 …”

“The coolest death zone Sire …”

“I FEAST FIRST UPON THE WILD FRENCH BULLDOG MEAT!”

“You get the frenchie first, you sure do …”

(the general’s sadness could not be broached by no fucking bullshit)

***

On my trip today, a dude was screaming at me …

This happened …

At the bus stop near Union and 23rd … he just kept screaming “I DON’T SEE NO BLACK PEOPLE!”

And I just stood there … no mask, staring into the distance waiting for my fucking bus.

And he looked at me …

***

“Lay back, take it easy …”

SKY-VOX 3345 would speak from super loud mega phones …

It screamed in the night “TAKE IT FUCKING EASY!”

But we didn’t take it easy …

We didn’t take it lying down …

We built a trebuchet, and loaded it with tannerite and frenchie shit …

We launched volleys …

We drank the wine of victory.

***

I was a whisky fisherman …

I foraged for grapes and crabs and squirmy things … down by the marsh.

I was chased by coyotes, before it was cool.

I was leader of the glingen-hunt, I shaved the walrus for 50 bucks …

And yet #Seattle is still a boil, and I the lance man?

***

“What’s that, over there?”

“That’s a sklunket … fucking mutant frog-ape-raccoon … they live under the cars …”

“under the cars?”

“That’s how they hunt …”

“fuck …”

“welcome to #Seattle fucker …”

(a conversation from 2033)

***

“You done?”

“nah …”

“But that’s gross …”

“IT’S FOOD YOU HARLOT!”

“… don’t say it like that …”

“I love you baby …”

“You gonna let me eat some of that rat stew?”

“I made it for your birthday …”

“I love you honey.”

(a conversation from 2025, #Seattle, Belltown)

About the Rosary

The rosary was forged in an age of chivalry. It is a spiritual weapon, a heavenly sword, fashioned by the hands of a Divine Craftsman. All swords take time and skill to make, but this heavenly sword required the greatest of efforts – centuries – to produce. It is a weapon unlike any other. It has the power to slay dragons (demons), converts sinners, and conquer hearts. The blade of this sword was forged in the living Word of God, shaped by the hammer of divine inspiration, and entrusted to the Queen of Heaven and her chosen servants.”
~ Father Donald Calloway, “The Rosary: Spiritual Sword of Mary

There are many rosaries, this one is mine. Yes, that is much like the basic training admonition, “There are many rifles, this one is mine.” I believe the rosary is a spiritual sword, or, to use a more contemporary weapon in the metaphor, a spiritual rifle. It is meant to slay the enemies of God through the Divine Will.

My particular rosary has 61 chains, 7 medallions, 53 onyx beads, and 1 crucifix. In my recitation of the rosary, I recite a prayer on each of these items, giving a total of 122 prayers. In addition, before each of the medallions I say the Fatima prayer, and since the large central medallion is approached twice, these Fatima prayers add a total of 8 prayers, bringing the total to 130 prayers altogether.

Here are those prayers, and the procedure that I follow:

  • On the crucifix, make the sign of the cross and then pray the Apostles’ Creed.

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, Our Lord, Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified; died, and was buried. He descended into Hell; the third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.

  • On the chain, pray the Glory Be.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

  • Before each medallion, pray the Fatima prayer:

O My Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell and lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy. Amen.

  • On the next bead, say the Our Father.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

  • On the chain, pray the Glory Be.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

  • On the following small beads, pray three Hail Marys.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

On the each successive medallion, meditate on the mystery and pray the Our Father. The large central medallion is approached and skipped the first time it comes up. The upper part of the rosary forms a circle and the system of prayers is completed at the large medallion.

You pray mysteries for each of the five sections (decades) of the rosary according to the day of the week:

  1. Mondays and Saturdays: The Joyful Mysteries remind the faithful of Christ’s birth: The Annunciation (Luke 1:26–38); The Visitation (Luke 1:39–56); The Nativity (Luke 2:1–21); The Presentation (Luke 2:22–38); The Finding of the Child Jesus in the Temple (Luke 2:41–52)
  2. Tuesdays and Fridays: The Sorrowful Mysteries recall Jesus’ passion and death: The Agony of Jesus in the Garden (Matthew 26:36–56); The Scourging at the Pillar (Matthew 27:26); The Crowning with Thorns (Matthew 27:27–31); The Carrying of the Cross (Matthew 27:32); The Crucifixion (Matthew 27:33–56).
  3. Wednesdays and Sundays: The Glorious Mysteries focus on the resurrection of Jesus and the glories of heaven: The Resurrection (John 20:1–29); The Ascension (Luke 24:36–53); The Descent of the Holy Spirit (Acts 2:1–41); The Assumption of Mary, the Mother of God, into heaven; The Coronation of Mary in heaven.
  4. Thursdays: Pope John Paul II added The Mysteries of Light, also known as the Luminous Mysteries, in 2002: The Baptism in the River Jordan (Matthew 3:13–16); The Wedding Feast at Cana (John 2:1–11); The Preaching of the coming of the Kingdom of God (Mark 1:14–15); The Transfiguration (Matthew 17:1–8); The Institution of the Holy Eucharist (Matthew 26). After all the decades of the rosary are completed, the final prayer is said while holding the large central medallion.

Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve, to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb Jesus, O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary. Pray for us, O holy Mother of God. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. O God, whose only-begotten Son, by His life, death, and resurrection, has purchased for us the rewards of eternal salvation; grant we beseech Thee, that meditating upon these mysteries of the most holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary, we may imitate what they contain and obtain what they promise. Through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.

Altogether this system of prayers takes me about 15 minutes to recite in a good tone of voice, with appropriate elocution and enunciation. As you can see from this essay, I take the rosary seriously.

The people of the world are now in a spiritual battle. We need all the weapons and weapon-wielders we have available to us. If you pray the rosary, please continue to do so. If you pray in a different specific way, please do not view this article as any sort of criticism of your way. Pray the way you were taught, pray the way you are inspired to pray. I like the Fatima prayer and the three messages of Fatima are very important to our world right now. Also, I like the Our Father as given in the book of Matthew rather than the book of Luke, because in Luke the last word before “Amen” is the word “evil” and in Matthew there are additional important words.

Not all rosaries look alike. Here is a picture of mine.

You can see the medallions are the medallion of St. Benedict. It is an important medallion and, on its reverse, shows a cross with capital letters. For a time in the early Renaissance, the meaning of these letters was lost, but their meaning was rediscovered. They represent the initials of a Latin phrase to rebuke Satan. Given the demonic forces involved in the attemp to destroy Christianity and eliminate all civilised behaviour, force everyone to eat insects and sludge, and impose a mark of the “beast” vaccine regimen and inserted bio-chip identity and banking system that can be turned off if you express any dissent, it seems wise to know how to cast out demons.

If you already have a rosary and it has beads instead of medallions, keep it and keep praying. Pray as often as you feel you should. Every day I ask how many times I should pray the rosary, and I pray at least as many as I’m told.

The rosary is not the only weapon in our spiritual battle. It is a very powerful one.

Unity among believers is also important. Jesus taught that wherever two or more of us are gathered together in His name, He is there. Jesus also taught that what we who believe in faith ask for shall be granted us. So, I suggest that we unite in prayer, those of us who choose to pray the rosary. Every hour, on the hour, if one says the rosary, others may be praying at the same time, and that would include many time zones. Every Sunday at 6 p.m. you may be joined by others praying the rosary in your same time zone. These occasions would be ways to unify in prayer.

If you do not pray the rosary entirely, then at 6 p.m. on Sundays, pray the Apostle’s Creed, as above.

Always pray as you feel led, and ask for what you seek. God is merciful. Have faith. Your prayers will be answered.

Link to PDF …

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Jim Davidson prays the rosary.

A prayer for the lost …

Jesus …

I was lost in the darkness, and I called out, and you were there.

I was afraid, ignorant, without a map or a compass or a candle in the night, and you were there …

Lord …

We have wandered and struggled in this life, and we have felt disconnected and afraid,

many of us wander our whole life in darkness …

an unrelenting darkness haunts many of us, without relief …

this time, this crisis, this curse that has befallen our friends and neighbors?

it seems as if it will never end, that the curse will never be lifted.

But we are not lost.

We are not without hope.

For those we love, for the sick, for the elderly, for the orphan and the widow and widower, there is always hope and love in Christ …

For the sinners, those that are struggling with faith, there is hope in Christ.

Dear Lord, I know that we have closed our hearts to you, many of us have …

Lord, I know that your kingdom is always open, your door is always there,

nothing can lock down your love for us,

and for those of us that are lost?

Your eternal flame is visible,

as a strong old lighthouse beacon,

helping us along our way,

guiding us back home to you,

so in your name we pray for the lost,

we pray that you keep us close,

In the name of Jesus Christ,

AMEN