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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 2:33:25 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 2:46:46 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 2:50:49 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 2:57:55 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 3:02:43 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 3:12:21 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 3:37:32 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 21, 2019 4:54:05 GMT
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Post by wulfklevrn on Aug 22, 2019 8:27:06 GMT
Here's your nobody.......really just a character in a Pynchon story: ..." A character, quite by accident, discovers that he/she is a victim, may even a central target, of a massive conspiracy-called, in V., "The Plot Which Has No Name" — which involves the whole baroque tapestry of modern history and whose final goal is the economically desirable obliteration of free will from Planet Earth. And having made this discovery, the Pynchon hero spends the rest of the book exploring the intricacies of the omnivorous Plot and seeking a way out of its forking paths, a way back home.
How simplistic, how paranoid, you might say: how very '60s. The Establishment as the Big Bad Wolf versus the Free Spirit as Goldilocks (though this time around maybe without the divine intervention of the Kindly Woodsman). And yes, it is a kind of fairy tale (Pynchon's own allegorical bent virtually forces you to write about his concepts using Capital Letters), and yes, it is simple. But it is also a brilliant reexamination of what has remained, from Jefferson and Emerson through Williams S. Burroughs and Norman Mailer, the only real American theme: the proposition that if, with these principles and this continent, we cannot bring about a truly kind and gentle community (not the wimpish, "kinder, gentler" thing) — then we are, of all men, the most to be pitied."... ________________ GLP is the last place to get any info you could rely upon (you all know that). The meme, was used to develop info.......bait........to profile......and hide an interrogation that is open ended. Any of the mystical, magickal, legendary, symbolic........mental masturbations......was NOT OF HIS FREE WILL and was never accepted or approved: he is not an esoteric occultist. He's not part of a secret group studying tired old books dedicated to what? But........he is a wrench in their plans....which are somehow confusing now: what to make of Epstein and Trump? Are the left hand path masons battling the right hand path Masons? Is the left wing CIA, battling the right wing CIA? The Economist cover showed the fool, the magician, and the hermit: it's the same person sublimating...that's the NObody. The Nobody is not mentioned in any prophecy, Revelations.....Cayce......etc. Total wild card......inexplicable to suspicious malevolent minds. They killed Wellstone and so many others..........why didn't they target him for death? Aye but narry belial til Dawn evermore
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Post by 47 74 The Path on Aug 22, 2019 10:33:59 GMT
Find that droplet is it Rain Droplet? is it Tears?
.. Far away now Trapped at the start of all we know Traces of doubt Keep on obscuring my way out .. .. In the beat of your heart I can still hear a spark I'll follow all the signs Across a thousand years in time, you'll know me I've been back to the start From the very last part And all the stars align To lead you to this place to find me waiting .. .. What is it worth To give it all up for new rebirth If I could be strong Then maybe this wouldn't feel so wrong Now that I'm lost And now that I know this victory's cost Whisper a prayer to guide me home Into the deep unknown ..
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 22, 2019 20:12:23 GMT
The piece is called "Or" (Light) and it's about the potential that hides in the absolute silence which lies at the foundation of all.
Light
Shimmering within,
Emanating from its origin,
Darkness leaving,
I Continue breathing
Upon wings of a bird, ascendance
From my thoughts, transcendence.
Agree to love, simply
Surrender to grace, limply.
I am rinsed with light
Like a wave at sea
There is, and there is no me.
From a perfect silence to the world,
My hand extends and unfurls.
Tears on my face
Transparent- a borderless place.
Without desire or need,
Without age or fear to feed,
A primordial quiet echoes and sings
In the absence of the film of my skin."
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 23, 2019 14:50:13 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 23, 2019 15:01:30 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 23, 2019 15:35:26 GMT
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Post by ~/Hub\~ on Aug 23, 2019 15:40:06 GMT
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