Elephants as I understand it, prefer a kind of one-night-stand… approach with the males. The boy elephants don’t get to hang with the grrlllz on a regular basis.

It’s really weird, the wold of gender perception is upside down… or perhaps it just seems that way – I see the world through goddess-goggles….

DJ IdeazGuy Is In Da House:

I just got the news that one of my friends has breast cancer at a pretty young age.

I was just ranting about breast cancer the other day, because of the ridiculous BULLSHIT that is passing for ‘research’ or ‘information’ regarding breast cancer.

ANYTHING which raises your estrogen level for a sustained period of time will increase your breast cancer risk.

That includes:

1. as little as one drink of alcohol per day
2. being overweight
3. deliberately taking pills every day which contain synthetic estrogen. HELLOOOOO.

I remember being in my teens and 20s and having everyone lean on me to take the pill (guess they didn’t want me to reproduce LOL).  I said no thanks to that.

The doctors never mentioned elevated breast cancer risk. OK they give you the sample pack with the absolutely blood-curdling list of possible deathly side-effects but does anyone (except me) read them?

Anyway, just in case you believe the BS that the media is putting out there, the skyrocketing rates of breast cancer are NOT a mystery. They are due to the popularity of birth control pills, and obesity I guess, but that’s a whole ‘nother wave of it coming down the pipes.

Just in case you think I am making this up:

http://www.womenshealthmatters.ca/centres/cancer/breast/causes.html (you have to scroll down for the ugly truth).

And frankly, I believe the following to be utter bullshit:

http://www.breastcancer.org/tips/nutrition/new_research/20070320b.jsp

Seriously, there are so many unhappy people who are looking to SOMEONE ELSE to satisfy them in one way or another…. It causes a lot of frustration and antipathy.

OK – here is a Satisfaction-Set going out to y’all – DJ IdeazGuy Is In Da House:

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Aura Projection with bumped-up contrast

I had an epiphany last summer and canceled my cable TV subscription immediately after I got up off my bed (where the epiphany struck).
Here’s what happened.

I was feeling extremely low-energy after taking a shower on a hot, sunny, summer day.

I had the TV on, CNN rattling on and on in the background while I went about my day.

All hot and wet from my shower, I flopped down on my bed, and just stared at the ceiling, not particularly listening to the blaring TV in the next room, but able to hear it nevertheless.

As it happened, there was a small stool with a half empty glass of water on it beside the bed, and the stool was actually touching the mattress.

The surface of the water in the drinking glass was creating a reflection on the ceiling, due to the 3pm sun streaming into the window.

Because there was contact between the stool with the water glass and the mattress where I lay, I noticed that the beat of my heart was slightly jiggling the sun’s reflection on the ceiling.

In my glazed over state, I gazed at this jiggling reflection, amused to see my own “vibration” on the ceiling.

I picked up the glass and put it right beside me on the mattress in order to create a more accurate projection of my heartbeat on the ceiling.

I then gazed at this for a couple of minutes… CNN blaring in the background.

It occurred to me as I watched the little jiggling light-spot on the ceiling, that there was a rhythm which was corresponding to the CNN noise.

WAR. ECONOMIC CRISIS. FAMINE. NATURAL DISASTER. MORE WAR. MORE FINANCIAL CRISIS. HOUSING COLLAPSE. MORE WAR. …etc…

I saw the rhythm of the announcers’ dire pronouncements in my reflection, and it was not harmonious. This jangled, aggressive, rhythm with its negative messages seemed to be “invading” my own natural vibration.

So I got up from the bed, turned off the TV, and then went back to the bed, careful not to spill the water in the glass and then resuming my observation of my heartbeat-reflection on the ceiling.

It was now much more harmonious in its rhythm.

collage of projected vibrations with bumped-up contrast

I am amazed by this discovery, and I would like to create a device like a glass canister of some sort with a water reservoir for the user to pour water into. It has a powerful light built into it, which creates the reflection on the wall or ceiling. I may need to install a mirror in it, in order to more accurately “point” the projection on a wall or screen… perhaps a device could even be developed to “read” this reflection and interpret it through some sort of algorithm.

Turn off your TV or put on your tinfoil hat

I really think this is a good invention, again, like all my others, I donate this to the public realm. If anyone could manufacture a nice aura projector, using the amazing properties of water an light, I would gladly buy this at a metaphysical shop!

Below are some actual photos of projections, including my own, unaltered from the original (the ones above have bumped-up contrast) – please note, the photos do not do justice to these projections – I’m going to have to take some videos of these glowing patterns of light, vibrating jiggling, pulsating, slowing, speeding-up, etc.

I am interested in doing some experimentation with playing classical music, punk rock, reading poetry, having a conversation, etc., to see the effects on the projected patterns:

Main Entry: fab·ric
Pronunciation: \ˈfa-brik\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French fabrique, from Latin fabrica workshop, structure
Date: 15th century

1 a : structure, building b : underlying structure : framework <the fabric of society>
2 : an act of constructing : erection; specifically : the construction and maintenance of a church building
3 a : structural plan or style of construction b : texture, quality —used chiefly of textiles c : the arrangement of physical components (as of soil) in relation to each other
4 a : cloth 1a b : a material that resembles cloth
5 : the appearance or pattern produced by the shapes and arrangement of the crystal grains in a rock

Fabric

A little off-kilter buy, hey, it’s 4am

Yes, my photoshopping skills leave something to be desired, so I guess the pic is a bit creepy.

But I had such a powerful dream and it was a while ago.

I was on the back of a wagon, and the ride was pretty bumpy.

I was facing the back so I could see where I had been but not where the wagon was going.

Suddenly I saw this (above) elephant come GALLOPING up to catch up to me.

He was running behind the wagon and he looked into my eyes with these really jewelly-green eyes.

It was a very intense eye-lock.

And he said “____ _____ _____ ____ ____” which sounded like total gibberish to me!

Aaarrgh! It was a really important message, and I couldn’t understand – the words came out of him telepathically, not out of his mouth but out of his face/eyes as sound, but the sounds were in an unintelligible language, or more likely gibberish!

My Hindu friend was helping me to understand the dream… yes, I guess it’s about obstacles…. Or then again, perhaps a bit of undigested cheese….

There are several truly poignant scenes in the movie, one of which is below, and if you click the link you will find an excellent review and analysis of it, “Mithraic Mysticism” and all.

I have to admit, I have moments of clarity (I believe it’s clarity, not insanity) JUST LIKE THIS:

We hear Arthur’s confession to Clayton during the film’s opening credits. What he describes sounds less like a psychotic break, and more like a Philip K. Dick-type visionary experience. After a lifetime of conscience-less litigation, Arthur realizes he himself has become an accomplice to mass murder:

I realize we’re standing in the middle of the street, the light’s changed, there’s this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I freeze, I can’t move, and I’m suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I’m covered with some sort of film. It’s in my hair, my face… it’s like a glaze… like a coating, and… at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic – embryonic – fluid. I’m drenched in afterbirth, I’ve-I’ve breached the chrysalis, I’ve been reborn.

But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I’m thinking no-no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the… the-the-the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity.

They are total assholes.

Fuck ‘em, hope they all die.

Really, what’s the downside? Is there a downside?

Oh, if all the polar bears die then… there will be more fish & seals?

Ummm seriously, *is* there a problem with wiping them out completely? Ugly vicious bastards….
Of course, this post is in good fun – yes I would feel bad if they really went extinct, but honestly I’ll bet they don’t.

Even the babies are disgusting when they are soaked in blood.
Check out the video below – polar bears generally just eat the baby seal’s energy-rich blubber and leave the meat behind….

Can GreenPeace *do* something about these assholes?

http://www.hare.org/links/saturday.html

I want to do a psychopath study, too. I have some theories.  Here’s one of my theories:I think it must start in the womb;  and I’ll venture that easy access to “family planning” has probably reduced the number of psychopaths in this society.
In any society where so many babies are the products of rape, I think you would find a higher number of psychopaths per capita (I have a way of solving Africa’s social problems: a free gun for every African *woman*, but that’s a whole ‘nother subject!).
I wonder if there is a bell curve or some kind of gradient in the degree to which individuals are afflicted with psychopathy.
It’s a truly fascinating topic. In 1871 an Italian doctor out of sheer curiosity cut open the head of a (already-dead!)  psychopath and discovered a physical similarity between the “criminal brain” and the brains of rats – here’s a mention of that in a modern-day article: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/eureka/article7011992.ece -
NB: this article uses the f-word (fascism) … what if psychopaths could be outed with an MRI? Would we want to monitor ‘em, sterilize ‘em, lock ‘em up, terminate ‘em? Is it genetic? Environmental (I think so – I think it’s from experiences in the womb – and I’m not trying to cast aspersions on the poor unfortunate women who produce psychopaths – I’m sure many of them are very nice ladies who had a rough time of the whole reproductive thang).
I think psychopaths are *seldom* violent. They enjoy their lives just like any creature and can do very well for themselves in an urban environment, particularly in the fields of finance or law. ;-)

Here’s an interesting video too:

http://www.free-press-release.com/news/200902/1235236413.html

I’m in my mid-40s and have avoided playing sports all my life. It was pretty hard to weasel out of it as a kid when they would FORCE us to chase around after these damn balls, run around in circles & jump over shit like a gaggle of trained dogs in Physical Education class.

What a nightmare that was.

I have to say that I am almost alone in my peer group – I have NO ACHES & PAINS. I wake up feeling Fucking Great every morning, no bum shoulder or blown out knees. It’s fantastic. Not one sports injury thanks.

It’s bullshit that playing sports is good for you. That is propaganda – it’s part of the entertainment industry and it serves no purpose at all. Imagine if we used all that energy for something HALFWAY USEFUL?!

if you mention, see, or talk about RABBITS, it’s very, very unlucky for a fisherman!
Boats have been known not to go to sea if they see one on the road on the way to work!

My Dad was a Brit, and I am quite familiar with the quirky behaviours of Brits, based on very frikkin’ weird belief systems.

I remember Dad forcing me to give him some money, even just a coin, when he gave me a knife for a gift.

ME: thanks for the knife, Dad
DAD: OK you’re welcome, now give me a coin
ME: What?
DAD: You have to give me a coin, some money, or the knife will cut you.
ME: Hahahahaha!!! Pffftttt!! You don’t really believe that, do you?!
DAD: JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING PENNY GODDAMMIT!