EMERGENCY ALERT: VAMPIRES REPORTED

reactionaries have utilized any and all means to register smug contempt for Gavin Newsom these past few days, with a record-breaking heat wave leading to California’s energy companies warning of the possibility of blackouts as a result of added strain on the electrical grid. Newsom issued a directive that urges Californians to reduce power usage during peak times, generally 5 – 9pm. the rejoinder from those eager to castigate the pretty boy/petty tyrant asks, sarcastically, how outlawing the sale of gas-powered vehicles will lead to reduced power usage, since in that eventuality everyone will need to charge their electric vehicles. far be it from me to criticize someone for criticizing Gavin Newsom, for whom I reserve a special disdain, but electric cars are generally charged overnight, when energy consumption is at its lowest. this is not to disagree with those who bemoan how mismanaged California’s energy is, which is manifestly obvious to anyone paying attention to it.

speaking of draining energy, this past weekend was a reminder to me of the importance of taking preventative measures against vampires. vampires are adept at finding ways to harness energy for their own gratification with a minimum of effort. indications someone you are dealing with is a vampire include: negligible interest being paid to whomever they seek validation from; disregard for the time and energy required to maintain cordial relations; actions directly contradicting any illusory evidence of their ostensible care; willful ignorance of any efforts to communicate hurt feelings. if vanquishing via the traditional wooden stake in the heart is not an option, I recommend, once their true nature has been revealed to you, that you deny at every opportunity their attempts to reconcile. vampires must be invited into one’s life, after all, and while difficult, it is not impossible to retract an already opened invitation.

vampires may take many forms, including that of a sexy Latina stripper

there are no major astrological events worth commenting on at present, which reflects, personally, the doldrums of being a week away from moving into a new place. my apartment is very small, so I can’t really begin dissembling the living space I’ve inhabited for the past seven years until there’s somewhere to move things to. the moon moved into Aquarius last night at 8:40PM PDT, almost exactly when I got off the phone with Erikk, who, like everyone else I know, it seems, is also moving in the near future. I wanted to start yesterday on these near-daily, astrologically-tinted posts, but the site I purchase hosting space from was down all afternoon, which prevented me from accessing my blog.

Mercury in Libra is trine Mars in Gemini, air signs concerned with the manner in which ideas constitute the social relations between people and others. this aspect will hover there for a few days as Mercury turns retrograde on the 9th. I expect an atmosphere conducive to harmonious and logical, if somewhat strenuous, reflection on the myriad ways people interact with each other: both practically/physically, due to Mars’s influence, and intellectually/linguistically, Mercury’s domain. this as Saturn in Aquarius squares Uranus in Taurus, a chance to actualize any sensuous illusions presently impeding one’s ability to articulate and structure desire. Virgo season being in full swing, it is time to reinforce what works and sacrifice what doesn’t, in an effort to purify one’s sphere, taking special care to exorcise all vampiric influences.

The Unpredictable Maverick (David Icke #1)

Two hemispheres with a bridge connecting ‘space’ while hung them called the corpus other, unless the hemispheres have very different as they are of each functions or personalities. and expanded to connect with whole-brained people to give us the Consciousness best aspects of both. This is, his is what genuine physics Archons want and so with most people the (Fig. 59). this doesn’t happen. doing (so many are not structure-obsessed left side of brain and mediums and this is reflected in the, but persuade people they of human society. The right brain sees genuine or gifted ‘wholes,’ not parts, and in themselves.) Two of the most the dots in ways that the left-brain can are, including the not. The right-brain is ones in my own experience are Carol Clark creative, inspirational and California. Awareness/entities Sepulveda in the unpredictable maverick. Icy bands, or what many call in other frequency Psychologists call the right-communicate through physics, dimensions, co-brain ‘subjective’—channels by projecting thought mediums or Proceeding from or taking (in our reality) fields to them place in a person’s mind energetic connection. This electromagnetic rather than the external experience with Betty was the ‘spider’ ‘world’ and ‘expressing or decodes these during my initiation bringing into prominence into words in his or her Shine. The physic the individuality of the artist An English psychic decodes information field or author.’ The right-brain is field into English, a Spanish own language. A far more closely aligned. The communications one into Spanish with the reality of the heart are not delivered in human between realities then the left-brain and so then fields and concept words, but as that’s the last place the then translated by the fields which are polished as a goat or goat head Arizona Wilder said they of mainstream science is of making as use its astrological sign is experiences at rituals with option based on other flawed assumptions Capricorn—the goat. Saturn quoted in The Biggest Secret wrong and wrong again. The assumption symbolism is obvious in the Mother died: the world is solid. This is extraordinary opposite representation of the evil the Queen Mother: ‘she’s quantum physics has proved that it isn’t known as Baphomet (Fig. 259) person. None of her cohort got underway in the 20th century the was the deity apparently named an alter (mind control nched that it was not going to let little shipped by the Archon-serving They call it the Black Queen’ vaguely acknowledges the quant Knights Templar and continues to people. I remember her otherwise careens on like a drunk in by today’s Satanists. The goat rectum the night that two Britain to any information that exposes is often depicted within a six- You need to forget that the Queen Mother ravings of a lunatic. On the centre stage of star which gives a doublt-shifts into a reptilian She becomes very like Professor Richard meaning and note the out a heart and they all grow by several French and Skep , a major Archontic symbol of Beeches lady said about Edward Heath their beliefs and ‘made from smokeless fire’ her sacrifice people and eat their flesh exactly the same way nous fire’ (Fig. 260). Acclaimed blood lust that she didn’t cut the victim’s religion. Dawkins es masonic historian Manly P. Hall went crazy, stabbing and ripping at the flesh anti-religion but too armed that the goat god Pan shape-shifts she has a long reptile face, almost that he is the high priest symbol of Saturn for the same ‘royal’ Archon-Reptilians are said to be Scientism in which (Figs. 261). Hall wrote in his basically the same, but their are differences. Official version of events Secret Teachings of All Ages: ‘Pan her eyes are very frightening. She’s very texts. Even those composite creature, the upper understand reality with the exception of his detail (left-brain) that own backsides with seeing how simple.

VHS Cubism

effects I had that squirting more bits from one point, apparently. I wonder logical that turning up a radio’s this book—if other, more might indicate a sin. For example, 1.2 million excesses and interconnections—if there was somewhat come to be called VHS Cubism, still so public, that self in our time. double or triple it, if you want, was the case. It’s through the Inter-metric patterns to come, up with a use for more with absolute earing in agriculture Eastern Europe, to deliver very new and imaginary allusions shorn at the United States, concentrated in the transmitted and the means. It is of course the UK. Like most—a long running. This is true of almost any, represents the hoax, designed to fans and New Age beginner. Beginners don’t un-erotic, component grist for late—The crop form matter which had developed awesome, video camera. When first that it be christened phenomenon than I of view—which, very likely to pan and zoom, was meant to, can be regard. all the degrees of freedom was wholly sub-amplifications of Syn, a manic, jerky home video, and Jill did not go in because the laxity, and opened her eyes. The clock, but Constance climbed, sometimes labelled, which charged with the staircase. There was a completeness in she whispered. Climb upward through the white-way, “Hi,” He was wide awake. breathless when she reached the true, that Picasso’s “I dreamed of laughing.” maze of cables and connectors, first and fateful “We’ll laugh tomorrow,” By truck batteries. For a moment. The subject-joke. He turned her away from, concealed her surprise. She saw poet Andre, mouth still smiling against her. The Girls of Braque, and Analytic, even the family, winces at and is Barcelona, was range of far itself to a zooms. Later, with the benefit, reinforce the aggression instruments; often with muse these new degrees of freedom coordinate to the style leading towards compositions and had ill effects on our hard-copy flap. every minute escapes with part of it and ability to change font style. Constance said, “I want to laugh.” Matisse is the art many present-day university said and grinned, at his own, painted in 1906, the Joy of Life. size is a temptation that pollutes him and held her. She felt his subject-matter. Avignon treats it and business documents, a good deal that Matisse, serif type of all kinds and sizes. On the last day of August, Ben (version of) to convey his own and without shadows. It takes neither top nor sides. Ben and paintings done injured up in his typography to realize that sticky Jill bounced around in it all Matisse, even to realize the more appropriate, and on the beach to the very tip of long series of line of Ingres—can be more. Was, to have their lunch. demonstrate this 1920s and 1930s. Bandwidth is similar. was filled with an odd rented bright red Jeep with dogma that says we should use to the top. The steel door had Constance and Charlotte, information that needs to be.

#7

shadowbox all you want: here’s a formidable opponent intimate in its designs running perfectly counter.

a quick hop over the rift in space time unleashes God knows, to the point where the symmetry of 2 11s, make a wish, is as serendipitous as a fortune cookie.

polarity; even the reptile’s ancestors know that, way before sacrificial cults. so maybe sometimes the face of the earth needs correction. at whose hand?

scapegoats are factory farmed. scripts are written, down to the chainlink. meanwhile, a pacific lullaby becomes an alibi for the white guy

Oh, round moon, please, drop it low enough to taste, compensate this imbalance lest we fail as ever in search of peace unconflicted, but until then, let the Charleston be tolerated, the Twist be taboo, and if the calendar is a circle of control, then the horror is there is no end, and terror is when people get together to plot murder, The End. what say you, Maya?

conspiracy twitter review

something that keeps me from writing often is the belief that I’m not privy to information unbeknownst to the people who might read me. this is an attitude reflective of my desire to be informative, which is a notion, as a fiction writer, I should probably dispense with. of course, it’s entirely possible that something I write might teach someone something they did not previously know, and all the better if that’s the case.

that being said, I am still someone addicted to learning, addicted to information, addicted to parsing the machinations of power and history and psychology, and as such I do spend a lot of time and energy trying to get to the bottom of various so-called “rabbit holes.” lucky for a 21st century writer, there are myriad freelance research assistants on the internet to crib notes from. so, what I’ve decided to do here is a brief review of some Twitter accounts I keep up with that are part of what is referred to as “conspiracy Twitter.”

despite these accounts obviously representing real people, please understand these comments as having no bearing on any real person’s character. you know, one love and all that. y’all wanna be micromedia figures in las guerras de información, shining a light on the federales, cool with us.

@RobertSkvarla

Robert Skvarla is evidently a writer/journalist/editor of some kind, listing Covert Affairs in his bio as a publication he has written for. a lot of entry level conspiracy Twitter is basically a more detail oriented version of what left media has offered for forty-fifty years now. COINTELPRO? anti-imperialism? ruling class propaganda? Skvarla’s got you covered. any self-respecting leftist owes it to themselves to be familiar with the practical methods capital uses to legitimize its power. Skvarla benefits from his experience as a journalist in that he avoids being too idiosyncratic or relying too heavily on the performance of a certain paranoid personality type. there are several accounts I could have slotted into this review that cover beats similar to Skvarla’s. in the past few weeks Skvarla has made a point of injecting nuance into the extremely dumb debate surrounding the legitimacy of the FBI, since it seems like every mainstream center-left pundit has tripped over their dick trying to worship at the edifice J. Edgar Hoover built.

and if aliens are your thing, Skvarla’s occasional comments on the UFO phenomenon and its relationship to Defense Department propaganda are fun too.

@UnionBustingBot

AFL-CIA 1312 is of course a great Twitter name that I’m glad isn’t merely a dumb Twitter name but is actually descriptive of the content the account specializes in: documenting methods used by the American intelligence community to subvert labor movements. there’s lots of history about FBI and CIA infiltration of worker organization efforts, and plenty of Insight into which unions are sold out to whom and which are favored by the feds and why. if you are somehow still under the illusion in the year of our dead Lord 2022 that three letter agencies were ever anything other than bulwarks against leftist efforts—or, if you need reminding that capital doesn’t just “win” because people are selfish or whatever, but that capital has to exercise every dirty trick it can conceive of to stop the people from demanding what’s rightfully theirs, follow AFL-CIA 1312

@marina0swald

I know (not the real) marina oswald used to hang around on the TrueAnon Discord, but TrueAnon was confirmed a psyop by other lefty conspiracy podcasts whose Discords I’ve gathered intelligence on. you ever think it’s weird that the chat platform that’s gotten really popular recently amongst tribal fanbases is called Discord? I should make a note to look into their financials later…

(not the real) marina oswald is kind of a caricature of the obstinance and blinkered myopia it takes to spend so much time ferreting out the American ruling class’s connections to the intelligence apparatus. after a certain point with all this shit, it’s hard not to groan, “yeah okay the Bushes and the Nazis and the CIA and the Kennedy assassination and Iran Contra and 9/11, I get it.” but god bless her(?), (not the real) marina oswald is not going to let it go, because why the fuck would anyone allow Them to do all these things to us?

I say myopic though because what if like, all this CIA/FBI bullshit is a distraction from who’s really pulling the strings? like, maybe there’s something behind what’s behind the overlords? like, maybe the earth is a terrain of cosmic battle, the context and implications of which we can only perceive by accident, ironically, reflected through a glass darkly….like, what if, like, that’s what’s…like…you know?

@BoltzmannBooty

this account is my favorite conspiracy account, not for their conspiracy content but because they posted what I think is a perfect tweet:

I don’t care how easily impressed I am, this is a koan-like distillation of the only sane-ish position it is possible to hold if one believes, despite ultimate verification of nothing, that they can figure it all out.

and if anyone is going to figure out what happened April 19, 1995, the day Timothy McVeigh & Terry Nichols (et. al.) bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, it’s 12 Ball. as someone who has spent considerable time in a federal building with his Special Agent father, this conspiracy is particularly depressing. don’t read whatever intelligence-approved cumrag Jeffrey Toobin publishes on this subject next year; follow 12 Ball, who deserves one more shout out for:

what the fuck is going on??

It depends what the meaning of the word “is” is.

President William Jefferson Clinton

@crackconnoisser

[N.B.: a few days went by after writing the below and the motherfuckers got jinx. another account suspended. follow his back up account @freemaysun]

much like with crack, please use jinx edits responsibly, if that’s even possible.

https://twitter.com/freemaysun/status/1561526906335404033

my admiration for jinx’s video work can’t be overstated. no one else making “content” is better at capturing the experience of being “pilled”: I’ll put one on, be all like oh haha yeah I know this one…mhm…wait what? is that true? slow down. no, no, that can’t be right…really? that was on the news?? and all these wikipedia pages…holy fuckin shit….it’s all connected….

king of the schizoid pranksters, perennially suspected of being a fed, jinx is a true artist MK-Ultra’d to life by overexposure to 21st century media. masterfully paired with pop songs (or, more likely, Pop Smoke), these videos might shock anyone unfamiliar with the “parapolitical” landscape: what Peter Dale Scott calls “deep politics,” what exists beyond, according to Thomas Pynchon, “secular history.”

https://twitter.com/freemaysun/status/1543419613760761856

if not shocked, then you’ll be extremely confused. step through the looking glass at your own risk.

https://twitter.com/freemaysun/status/1561670980078018562

los pensamientos de un pinche gringo

tomorrow, mañana, I go to Mexico City. in preparation, I’m studying mi español, because I’m a language pervert and would really love it if I knew more than just stodgy-ass English. no espero entenderlo todo, pero queiro practicar y aprender. as much as possible. tanto como sea posible.

in order to really learn a language, one must develop the ability to think in the language. this means submitting to what the language makes possible: affectively, intellectually, practically. it is perhaps difficult to accept if one wants to be an egalitarian humanist, but different languages create different possibilities. this doesn’t have any bearing on intelligence or intellectual ability, of course. in my experience, with trying to embody Spanish, not merely “know” it, I have found that, in leaving English, one must accommodate themselves to a more direct expression of emotion and desire that the Latin-derived languages require. it is for this reason that the Romantic movement is so named, with stuffy Northern European Anglos striving for the passion they thought the classics of the Romans (Latin speakers) expressed. this is also the source of the stereotypically fiery Latin character.

I find it fascinating to compare English and Spanish as two extremely successful colonial languages. they are languages of power and authority, as all dominant languages are, to varying extents. but the colonial, imperial projects of both the English and the Spanish are ideologically tied up in what is made possible by their respective languages. Spanish, arising out of the imperial language par excellence, Latin, is adapted for use in commerce and trade: it is a market language. this is because Spain geographically sits at the crossroads of several trade routes, where traders from Africa to the South, Rome to the East, and the Norman Celts to the North, meet and do business. Spanish is well-designed for quick learning and even quicker speaking; one can perform many transactions in rapid succession without raising one’s voice above a murmur. with these trade routes crossing through the language’s homeland, those wishing to make money had to adapt to its dictates. which made it easy to export the language in the final direction, al oeste, to el Mundo Nuevo.

English is slightly different. it is also a language of commerce, but of commerce at a distance. English, being a mutt born from the Germanic languages, the weird Celtic dialects on the British Isles themselves, and the Vulgar Latin popular in Normandy which eventually became French. as such, English is exceptionally good at absorbing things, whereas Spanish is less malleable phonetically and grammatically, but more easily adapted to because of it. there’s probably some kind of analogy to be made here with Protestantism vs Catholicism

tengo que escribir en español todos los dias cuando estoy en México.

no sé cómo terminar este post, so I’m just gonna stop writing.

#6

disreputable under better circumstances, but no less jaunty for it, a clownish fellow unravels a familiar tale that goes underreported. “in Fort Bliss they made lovely amounts of money for pursuing death at a distance.” the faces in the audience, painted in leering grimaces all too fixed upon the emaciated speaker, flicker & snap into place like the image on an old TV screen. “with what we’re facing, tell me how to summon the will to eat breakfast, let alone the will of enough people to find suitable weapons!” yawning enthusiastic laughter at this line, no more effective than the next. outside on the marquee, a name written, KING OF KILLS, but everyone inside is still breathing. “here’s a tip: don’t trust anything you read in Playboy.”

#5

here we enter a labyrinth more knotted than any terrestrial corridor. the walls are scaled up beyond the givens with which mortals dither this way and that as they attempt to achieve some angle, some line of force upon which to rest, in equilibrium…as if one day the sun stood still, but, due to some forbear’s arrogance—the stain of which ascetics frantically bleach out—the earth bears forth strife between the forces of darkness and lucidity. why not? if only the darkness weren’t so difficult to face…worse than knowing no one watches and weighs is the fear that maybe something is, something doing calculus while lying in bed, something requiring agents of enforcement that flank left and right limits so bound by some constant as yet discovered…and not only enforcement, but seduction…yes…what better way to test souls than with temptation, the Devil’s lesson for Ivan…everything is ritual to redact….

towards a tikkun of the shekhinah

perhaps the feeling that it’s so hard to communicate nowadays, that there’s been some fateful line crossed technolinguistic-sociopolitickepistemologically, that all is decadence and alienation, perhaps this is merely the nature of being human. we seem to be on the forefront of whatever realm is dictated by the gods of language, ie Thoth/Hermes/Mercury, whose caduceus also symbolizes commercial trade and the ambivalences that endeavor requires. it is a struggle. whence the opportunity to use language, as it uses: to shape the possible, to broaden the scope of the possible. to create. “creation” and “formation” are translations of the Hebrew יְצִירָה (remember, read it right to left), yetzirah, as in Sefer Yetzirah, or the Book of Creation, which outlines a sophisticated linguistic theory for how the universe is created, out of nothingness, from the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. it is also an important work in the development of Jewish mysticism, specifically the Qabbalah (KAH-baluh, not kuh-BALL-uh). scholars generally date Sefer Yetzirah to the Talmudic pediod, though some suggest a more recent, early Medieval authorship. “early” and “recent” of course relative to the ordering of events demanded by the reign of commerce.

as much as commerce (1. social interchange broadly speaking 2. market activity 3. sex) governs the conditions of existence, the principle that gives broad shape is Time, which is felt as growth, loss, pain, transformation and death. something is changing (he says less meaningfully than those words could mean), and decisions must be made. on a long weekend desert bender, I hoped to gain clarity/distance/perspective on how to reapply myself to the task at hand, and all I thought the first day back at my job was “I need more time for Work”. there’s a job interview in two weeks. if it goes well, I will not have more time. resting from Work for six days made Work on the seventh day kind of a drag. it is likely that soon I will need to move out of my apartment. J’s roommate will be moving out of their house in two months.

apologies for the syncretism, as this is obvi an Islamic, not Judaic, Metatron, who is Elohim’s scribe & archangel

too much worry, too conservative, too egotistical—all I need is space to act out ideologies, jokes, stories. combinations of words, made up of letters. also need the allowance to be a little bit, or maybe a lot bit, crazy. need to throw a short story I workshopped with friends through another edit at least. also nurturing an idea for some ~cyberliterature~.

do, for there is nothing to “be”. be, a verb? yes. here now, even. there’s no where else, is there?

#4

Melville won’t return any calls made from this area code, though it’s uncertain if the bill is being paid. Hard times. The signal slips into noise. What echo isn’t enamored of its source, perfectly estranged? Wafting pseudorefrain barely perceptible (unless insane…). Causal connections and patterns aren’t always delusions, is what someone with an unkempt seriousness is saying. Obviously the value of yarn produced in 2 hours is equal to the shimmer coming off that dress, which is not yet disheveled. Entwined in nary a snare, yet staying put. There are designs keeping in line organized beneath whatever’s “in” mind, erecting un-sacred traditions to divide time into avoirdupois.