Are you a Forrest Gump or a Walter Mitty?

Fellow soulful touchy-feely opposite friend,

The calendar is a benign measuring tool yet my anthropomorphising self thinks the countdown clock taunts me today:

13,378 days to go!

Dividing the illusion of self into seven-plus billion, using the illusion’s self-delusion as a form of divining rod, one allows oneself to dissolve in order to smell the wind.

Messages pulse through society like heartbeats, pumping health and filth at regular intervals, clogging the arteries of public opinions, creating cesspools, cancers, festering sores full of the disenfranchised losing or gaining energy, affecting the whole.

All for the sole entertainment of one person.

As the message goes, “As it is, as it should be.”

Street talk says a film starring the Big O herself was to blame for the latest “when all you have is a hammerlock, the only solution is gunpowder” message spoken by a costar, paraphrased, “for every one they kill, we kill two,” despite its negative connotation, or because of it, a cat o’ nine tails whipping the shipyards like convicts stuck in a bad performance of Les Miserables, their malice clear as day in their bloodshot eyes.

Every positive mental attitude teacher knows that you never include “not” or other negative subtext when encouraging or enlightening one’s students to improve their world image, for the “not” becomes a “Yes I can” in the thought patterns of the misaligned, maligned malcontents, the chaff wanting to be eaten at the same table as the wheat.

Yet, the world doesn’t go away.

In seven-plus billion is every one of us — the colours of the rainbow, the blind, the deaf, the happy, the sad, the brights, the conscienceless, the healers and the social arterial cloggers.

A subset of the superset of states of energy desires to be one with history, to walk amongst the cultural giants, to be what they feel they cannot be for reasons best left for them to explain, if they have a clue.

Humour is the key that unlocks the door to society’s medicine cabinet, which is fronted by a mirror we choose what to see of ourselves in the reflection looking back at us, left eye to reversed left eye, right eye to reversed right eye, unlike the reflection of ourselves we see in others, left eye to right eye, right eye to left eye, assuming the nominal operation of the symmetrical binary division of our body parts.

My thoughts for the day.

Bai read the text from Lee and wondered what he was trying to tell her.  Had she not picked the song for him to read the title as straightforward an approach as she knew how, leaving room for playful teasing?: “Would I Lie To You?”

Bai basked in the glow of the previous weekend’s conference on self-improvement where she had served as the “touchy-feely” expert, providing free hugs and handshakes of love and encouragement for the attendees.

She knew how to handle the negative inner voice that wanted to dominate her thoughts sometimes — as a successful self-employed person, she had long ago put her internal and externalised views of the world into a positive light.

Bai had developed a love for others that allowed her to reach out without compromising herself in order to express to those around her that she loved them unconditionally, releasing the instantaneous fears of meeting strangers that made many others apprehensive in a crowd.

She only had a few hours with Lee to refine their dance routine for the upcoming showcase in two days.

But it was not just the dance routine that she wanted to work on.  She wanted to make Lee a more open person, helping him forgive the images of important people in his thoughts, release the negative inner messages that twisted into passive-aggressive attitudes serving as an unnecessary shield between himself and the people around him who wanted his full love and attention undivided by inner doubts fed by fear of rejection.

Was it too much to ask of him?

Her life was also in turmoil but she was getting a good grip on her emotions, balancing the need to let her boyfriend go without losing him against her need for a steadying male presence in her life, sometimes served mainly by one person but more often served by a mix of personalities across several men — brother, father, confidante, lover, DJ competitor, dance partner — and sometimes served by the socially-defined male-like personality in women that varied by subculture.

She knew the only way to bring happiness into her life was to give happiness freely.  Not everyone accepts gifts and that’s okay.  She couldn’t control their behaviour, giving out hope and love in equal quality, the quantities depending on how much she felt the other person needed her — for one person, a smile; for another, a hug with no time limit.

She debated responding to Lee’s text.  Instead, she was going to talk with him and ask him to open himself up to what he really wanted out of life besides dance lessons.  Text messages were great when you couldn’t be with someone but not nearly as fulfilling as real conversation.

New G.I. Joe “live action” figures

Gretyuo attended the local 3D printer show hosted by a global toy manufacturer looking for the latest in state-of-the-art ideas from home builders.

Gretyuo was looking for anyone who may have beat him to a design he was going to reveal the last day of the show.

Nothing, not even close.

The next two days he demonstrated a line of toys with harmless laser pointers, attracting a few buyers but nothing that paid for his booth.

Then, on the last day, two hours before closing, Gretyuo pressed Play on his MP3 player and a loud blast of trumpets blared from speakers hidden in the display at the top of his booth.

Waiting a little while for the first people to arrive, Gretyuo flipped a switch on a large countdown clock, starting with five minutes.

4:59…

3:59…

2:59…

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The trumpets blared one more time and Gretyuo pulled down a black curtain that divided the front half of the booth from the back half.

Gretyuo motioned a small boy over and offered him “Camo Carl,” a G.I. Joe-style action figure to hold.

Gretyuo showed the boy how to press a fire button on the shoulder-mounted launcher on Camo Carl.

The boy pressed the Fire button and a little laser light flashed at the end of the barrel.

Gretyuo pointed to an action figure standing on a stage at the back of the booth and asked the boy to aim the laser light at the figure.

The figure snapped apart as if it had been hit by a bomb.

Gretyuo repeated this for other action figures, some whose limbs fell off and some whose clothing seemed to change from camo to red as if they were bleeding.

Within the next two hours, Gretyuo had sold out of his supply and signed a deal with the global manufacturer.

Children’s military action toys were never the same…

Esoterically Obscure

If it weren’t for spam, I’d get no email.

If it weren’t for game/group invitations, I’d have no contacts with online friends.

If it weren’t for political surveys or pleas for pints of blood plasma, I’d have no phone calls.

If it weren’t for bulk flyers, I’d have no mail.

If it weren’t for my wife, I’d rarely have any face-to-face contact with a person of our species everyday.

In other words, I am normally a solitary writer, a feeling I first had when I was five years old.

I never wanted to write to profit myself financially — I just want to entertain myself using our universe as fodder for a lifelong joke of mine.

I don’t have to be good or great when I write, just get down on paper or online some of the thought patterns that circulate through me when I’m away from pen/paper or electronic writing device.

Cartoonists draw, engineers calculate, artists sketch, gamers play, … and so on.

I, despite the love/hate relationship with symbols, use symbols to represent myself in this moment of our time together.

I use a countdown clock that shows 13742 days left to keep me on track with this storyline.

Speaking of which, so far we have encouraged millionaires and billionaires to not want to share their wealth, building up a larger and larger spread of income/wealth inequality so that, when the time is right, we can foment a worldwide economic class war that results in the destruction of nations as we know them today, leading to a New Newer New Society (conveniently called the NNNS) that is a formalised competing marketplace of ideas, where what we thought of as nations will be simply large tracts of land that are bought and sold to the highest bidder.

We are experimenting with Greece to see if we can use it as a prime example to give you a glimpse of your future.

Since many consider Greece one of the first seats of modern civilisation, we feel it’s only right to use the land mass as a test case for you, breaking it up into sections based on the debt owed/owned per capita, letting the highest bidder decide how to buy the debt, and thus the land, and determine how to profit from it, or repackage it into derivative bonds and resell it, land being the only tangible asset for collateral, the people and their skills being too mobile/transient, more an error correction in formulae for financial accountants.

Many of us are watching the heated argument between the Chinese and Japanese governments over a similar right to sell national property even though people all over the world own islands.

We often forget that Ted Turner owns more land than some national leaders have under their leadership, although Ted has wisely not raised a ruckus about the contiguous pieces of land having more power and solidarity than the nations that say the land is part of them.

Some question whether Barack Obama is the last populist leader of the United States of America before it is officially broken up during the pre-NNNS war.

While we’re on the subject of war, keep in mind that we aren’t talking exclusively about a military war.

It is more a cultural war than military one, although we certainly will use military engagements where the application of the shock doctrine is more efficient.

By the way, we want to thank Naomi Klein for allowing us to make our shock doctrine policy a part of the public, rather than part of our covert/secret, policies; that’s why we allow open discourse on political issues so we can steal appropriate implement our opponents’ ideas as our own and advance our causes more rapidly than closed societies; we also allow foreign nationals to steal our corporate/military secrets so we can gauge their ability to match our business/manufacturing prowess, in case they find a better way that we can steal back from them — we want a headstart on being part of the NNNS’ cutthroat marketplace of ideas.

Many of you will not see the changes taking place because you have not seen the changes that have already taken place, due to our keen sense of timing, our use of the best advertising/marketing teams out there, and our staff of hypnotists we call motivational speakers.

Already, many of you have been convinced that living with less material wealth than your ancestors is a good thing.  Your examples make our hypnotists’ jobs easier, a trick as old as our species, the cumulative effect of mass hypnosis.

So you can see why writing is fun, can’t you?

I can talk all day about phrases like “the emperour’s new clothes” and “anti-government revolution” and make you think you are being radical by writing news articles that “fact-check” the political candidates or being a snitch hero by releasing a secret video as grandson of a former U.S. president, when in fact you are helping our bigger cause (again, “cause” is a symbol for this storyline and not to be confused with Cause, which matches Effect and is only applicable to scientific observations).

I was lucky enough to see how we were able to use the press to our advantage during the Nixon presidency; in fact, Nixon himself told us what was going to happen and to go along with his resignation that would be his stroke of genius, written as plain as day on headlines and in history books, our future signposts in guiding people toward the light.

Nixon made me understand two things: one, every person is important, and two, make sure I emphasise their importance.  If a person wants to believe s/he is an opponent of yours, cement that relationship so you can maximise the exploitation of their ideas by squeezing them for what they’re worth before you take their ideas as your own.  Whether they think they have conquered you doesn’t matter as long as their ideas are flipped around and turned into the next mainstream focus you use to keep people off-balance.

Never, ever let the whole population be in total agreement, or you’ll lose your idea generator — tension between subgroups is the greatest fuel to fire the generator.

If a conflict doesn’t exist, make one.  Avoid the creation of a happy, complacent population that has no incentive to invent, unless they are more useful as income [de]generation for the storyline.

Well, that’s where we are today.

I want to make the U.S. presidential election more exciting but, right now, the storyline is going exactly as planned regardless of the outcome of the election.

I wish I was more important than the storyline but I’m just a writer recording the events for esoterically obscure reasons — your ideas are more important than my observation of them, don’t you see?

A Movement, A Foot

The countdown clock waits for no one — 13,972 days to go.

The Committee has its hands full right now.

We move equipment and supply routes to accommodate a possible international action to destroy modern-day Iranian technology, specifically that associated with nuclear weaponry production but also any that does not impede oil exports.

Needless to say, India will not allow quick strike equipment on its soil during this preparation period, as dependent on Iranian oil as the Indian economy has become.

In response, the Committee has made it clear there will be no attempts made to evacuate expat Indians within Iran or any Iranian strongholds from now on.

The Committee weighs its options.

Should an overt military operation in Syria, to “help” the Syrians protect themselves from themselves, serve as a covert forward base of operations to use against Iran in the near future?

Will the unrest in Egypt interfere with forward military bases there?

Will the Israelis make a first strike without waiting for the Committee’s permission to proceed a few mere minutes before the rest of the military groups situated inside and outside of Iran?

Does the value of the Euro that favours countries like Germany have a detrimental effect on the rearguard/reserve troops hidden in eastern European countries?

Will Hollande take over and lead France to greatness, despite the Merkozy plan of European domination for years to come?

Can a silent movie move you to tears in this day and age of 3D glasses, Dolby 7.1 surround sound and Siri?

While the Committee takes a break to resolve a problem with the encrypted speakerphone system we use during extremely sensitive discussions, mainly because our brain wave readers/talkers are on the fritz, I’ll search (and research) our archives, hoping a bit of history might lead me to suggest, rather than demand, a few simple solutions.

More as it develops…