Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 11:53 AM EDT on July 21, 2020
For hearts long lost and full of fright,
For those alone in Blackest Night.
Accept our ring and join our fight,
Love conquers all with violet light! – Star Sapphire’s Oath
Well, there’s things that never will be right, I know
And things need changing everywhere we go
But till we start to make a move, to make a few things right
You’ll never see me wear a suite of white – The Man In Black
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I'm telling you, child
A man will beg
A man will crawl
On the sheer face of love
Like a fly on a wall
It's no secret at all – The Fly
You remind me of my wife. She always struggled… but she was funny, and filtered her pain through the prism of humor. Something I could never master – Cable
There is no shame in being poor. Only in dressing poorly – Zorro The Gay Blade
Fire is to represent truth because it destroys all sophistry and lies; and the mask is for lying and falsehood which conceal truth - Leonardo da Vinci
Though wearing a mask makes the villains scarier, it would also make them far less efficient killers — especially, if, like Jason Vorhees, your face and eyes are disfigured to begin with. It's amazing he can see at all, much less hurl hatchets through the air, striking his terrified prey in near darkness with deadly accuracy. It should be easy for the scared teens in slasher films to stay alive, all they'd have to do is stay in the masked slasher's obstructed peripheral vision — that, and don't go in the dark room to see what that noise is! Why are masks so menacing? It has to do with psychology and the fear of anonymous death. For many people, the idea of being murdered by an unidentifiable stranger for no reason is more terrifying than being killed by someone you do know, and for some good reason -
Benjamin Radford, “Why Hollywood Serial Slashers Wear Masks”
You can't wear a mask Clark. When people see you and can see the things you can do, the power you have, they'll be terrified. They need to be able to look into your eyes, see your face, so that they can see the decency and kindness that's always there and know they have nothing to be afraid of - Martha Kent
I'm not questioning your powers of observation… I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is - V
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth - Conor aka Santa Claus in Oscar Wilde's, The Critic as Artist (1891).
And that brings us to tonight’s word: WHO WAS THAT MASKED MAN?
Who are you behind your veil so fair? Salome? An hourglass figure with the eyes of a lioness looking to feed on the disobedient? Dancing the dance of 1000 veils? Demanding the head of John the Baptist? And receiving it? Is that you, Karen? Oh my god, Karen. It’s been a minute. How are the kids? What? I can’t hear you. You got this stupid thing on your face. Yea. I’m exempt. I could have a respiratory disorder, but you’d never know cause you can’t ask me according to the Americans with Disabilities Act. $75,000 first time fine. I know we’re friends but still. I value oxygen. Did you get my good side? How’s my lighting? Unique New York. Unique New York. This might go viral so just in case. Fingers crossed. Is there a GOT WOKE dating site. There should be. Ok, just put your phone down and let’s catch up. Oh me? I’ve just been going on the hero’s journey. No big whoop. Just killing the giant and steaking the golden goose. Just hunting nazis and horse thieving his Palominos. Just being the ghost in Goebbels machine, nothing much. I wouldn’t really call it being a hero per se. I like to think of it as Monday. What’s the hero’s journey you ask? So glad you asked. I know the term gets thrown around liberally. Like black lives matter. Duh. Like anti-fascism. Fer sure. But what is it really? Have a seat. Set a spell. Let’s take the long walk home.
You see it falls into stages. As high as 17 and as low as 8. Many movies follow this recipe. Rocky. Matrix. Lord of the Rings. Star Wars. If it ain’t broke don’t f**k with it.
1. The Ordinary World – this is the place we all start from. 3D. Gross. The land we all found ourselves prior to GOT WOKE. 3 jobs. Cancer. Fluoride. Disney. Chemtrails. Obama. W. False Flags. You get the picture.
2. Call to Adventure – The ZIM is worth how much? The nazi are rebuilding in USA? They’re doing what to kids? These are our politicians? The news? Hello Neo. You know who this is. .I've been looking for you, Neo. I don't know if you're ready to see what I want to show you, but unfortunately you and I have run out of time. They're coming for you, Neo, and I don't know what they're going to do.
3. Refusal of the Call – let me get this straight… A $50 purchase on eBay will get me $1 billion or maybe a trillion in return?........... Yeah. Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I've got a better one. How about I give you the finger and you give me my phone call? Get the f*** outta here.
4. Meeting the Mentor – Take your pick. Just be careful who you follow. Twitter’s a cornucopia. I hear there’s a barfly south of the tracks who speaks in tongues. I think he’s touched. By an angel. Steer clear of the main stream media. No Acosta no good. No mentors there. You’ll have better luck with Youtube. Maybe you’ll find a mentor in X22. And when in doubt… think Q.
5. Crossing the First Threshold – after an 80’s stylie montage, the hero is now ready to embark. Think Revenge of the Nerds. You’ve trained. You’ve studied. You’ve learned the ways of the enemy. The nazi. You know Goebbel better than he knows himself. Gross. Time to take that leap. Step out into no man’s land. Time to pray to the cross. Kiss the girls. And cross the Rubicon. No going back now. This stage is the epitome of the choice of the red pill or blue pill. This is the metaphorical rabbit hole. Once you enter that door, there’s no going back to sleep. Once you hear the screams of that poor little girl who crossed paths with Huma and Hillary, there’s no unringing that bell. Unless you’re Cypher and you make a deal with the devil to have your mind wiped and come back as someone important… like an actor.
6. Tests, Allies, Enemies – in the thick of digital warfare, you might be surprised by a trick or two played on you that your mentor forgot to mention. Telepathy. That little camera on your iPhone. Truman Show. All of a sudden everyone’s up in yo bizznazz. Can’t even take a crap in peace. You’re in the suck now, son. Honeypots everywhere. Underage honey pots everywhere. Oh yea. This is the special world. Gravity works differently here. Let’s just say your training taught you about 25% of what you really needed to know to master this no man’s land. Allies become enemies. Enemies become allies. Enemies of enemies become allies. You become the hunter and the hunted. There are no rules in love, digital war and end of days Revelations. Mentor didn’t quite tell you about adrenochrome, did he? And your heroes? And your religion? I think I hear my mentor laughing somewhere. Kek.
7. Approach to the Inmost Cave – not a literal cave. Just the most dangerous square on the chess board. The place where all the gold for the RV is stored. The basement of the Vatican. Behind the wizards curtain. DUMBs full of kids in cages. It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
8. Ordeal – the biggest test of them all. The right hook right into the blind spot. And down goes Frasier. No mas. The black moment. Jonah in the belly of the beast. Who knows what this moment is for each of us? Maybe some clown hints they know your address. Your loved ones. Fear of death for many. Fear of a red scarf on a doorknob. Fear of being found suicided by homoerotic asphyxiation. I’ve never seen that leather belt before in my life, officer. Fear of loss of reputation. Fear of excommunication. Fear of fear.
9. Reward – The fruits of our labor. This is the light at the end of the tunnel stage. Where did I hear that recently? It’ll come. This is the RV ready to roll out. This is the arrests of pedo witches. This is the burning of the tin foil hats. Redemption song.
10. The Road Back – in the hero’s journey, this is when the giant finds out Jack has stolen his golden goose. The chase begins. What could this be for us? A final false flag from a gasping snake? Hillary preparing the rioters should DJT not leave office quietly? If the QFS is up and running like a well-oiled machine, I honestly can’t think of the nazi having any sort of power after the golden goose is locked in our arms. Let’s just chalk it up to alien invasion false flag. Why not?
11. Resurrection – This is our final exam. One last rebirth. How do we reenter the ordinary world? What did we ultimately learn? Did we shed the ego? Did we learn to forgive? To share our new found booty? Did we learn anything? Are we still afraid of the big bad wolf? Of the boogey man under our beds? Are we handler ordered mass shaming the sheeple to mask up on one side of our mouths while secretly praying Jesus saves our asses with the other side? Do we still fear our handlers? Are we still living on our knees rather than dying on our feet? This is our final exam and the universe is watching carefully. Take good notes the universe does.
12. Return with the Elixir – The hero returns home. The hero can’t come home empty handed. That’s a goat not a hero. Think of your first steps back into your home post redemption exchange. Think parade for all those inglorious basterds who fought Adolf and won. Been a long 75 years. This is the part where the hero returns home. Sleeping in his own bed tonight. To reunite with friends and family. Back to his ordinary life feeling not so ordinary. To tell stories of brave Ulysses to the grandchildren. Of how the honeypot sirens called to him from the sandy white beaches. Of the cyclop who nearly broke his back on a rape rock. Of the snake haired witch who filets faces and sucks children’s blood. They never thought she’d lose. Of talking head gremlins who spread disease throughout the land. Of debunking trolls with their red herrings. Of giants 100 stories tall. Giants too big to get back on their feet once they fell. Of angels and legends. Of heroes and song. Of teachers and storytellers who never uttered a discouraging word despite the blackest night one has ever seen. All to retrieve the holy grail that will save the village. Bring peace to humanity for 1000 years. This is home. the hero leaves home only to return someday. And this is that day. A kind of homecoming. A somewhat of a homecoming. A sort of homecoming.
Do you think the forced isolation lockdown of Wutang virus was part of the great plan? And not a malevolent intent? Do you think this is the final stage in the hero’s journey where he or she goes back home? Back to the ordinary world? Times up. The proctors will now go around the room and pick up your tests. Did you take the blue pill? Doubt it if you happen to be reading this, but if you did… maybe there’s still time for a quick extra credit in summer school. Better cram tho. That 3D planet is getting warmed up just for those who didn’t learn the lessons. For the ones destined to repeat until they get it. For the ones destined to repeat until they get it. And it is possible to return home without the Elixir. The would be hero is just destined and doomed to repeat the entire adventure. Sounds pretty 3Dish to me. Not fun.
Gut feeling there’s going to be a lot of talk when this is all said and down about the topic of heroes. Not only the nurses and social workers and police officers and military and their sacrifices. But what makes a hero tick? What takes an average Joe and turns him into a Holy Joe? What makes one want to don a mask and go fight injustice in the streets? What makes an over the hill 60 year old grandma take the oath to protect her country with her life? Cause I don’t know if they figured it out on a different timeline but on this timeline… the digital hero battle born has made all the difference in the world. The alliance even gave them their own general to lead them. That’s how big a deal they are. *** But what triggers where in the brain to stimulate the self imagined heroic image? To manifest the hero within? Where does that fires spark come from?
Is it from constant bombardment of wicked deeds of wicked men dragged in to the light in an echo chamber of twitter darkness until one gives in and says where do I sign? Gotta to fight Adolf for the kids. Pawned the watch? Paid the debts? And cross the Rubicon? Or was the seed buried decades ago when mom got you a pair of Flash underoos? From reading comic books for free at circle K? Ok. Digital novels. *eyes rolling*. Spell check didn’t know what underoos were. That’s funny. Did the seed of heroism get planted that long ago? And we wait in patience stuck in a moment for the time to arrive to live the life of adventure? Drudging thru this ordinary world day after day working 3 jobs just to survive? Getting sicker and sicker? People getting meaner and meaner? Until something gives? You know… Arthur Fleck was onto something.
Orrrrr…. Is it the Shuman resonance finally catching up with the years of DC and Marvel movies? Something waking up inside our DNA saying *I can do that*. I can do that. I may not fly… yet. But I can solve puzzles. I can see 5 seconds into the future. I have the power of hyper observant observation. I can connect the dots. I have the power of humble discretion. I can make memes faster than a speeding bullet. I communicate well. I’m a digital boxer. A heavyweight. The thing about the hero is it takes all kinds. Yea so Marvel and DC doubled up on the running fast thing. It was a slow week with a quick deadline, Mur-ray. Like the age-old paradox asks… who came first? The Flash or Quicksilver? That’s what she said. It’s one of the great mysteries of the universe. We’ll never know. Actually, we do know. Flash 1940. Quicksilver 1964. I guess the patent expired. Point to DC.
But what calls the average mild-mannered reporter risk it all and cross the Rubicon? To take the red pill? To defend those who can’t defend themselves? I’d like to refer to Okkam’s razor if you will. Not a big fan of Okkams. It’s lazy writing. It’s a cop out. Usually red herrings laid in our tracks by the nazi. But in this case… I’ll bite. The simplest explanation is the correct one. And the answer is…. a mask. A simple mask. Adopting an alter ego who can go farther than you can. An anonymous mask who can tell the truth and live to tell the tale. Isn’t that what twitter is? For the most part? Sure, some put themselves out there heart on their sleeves with real names. But most gave themselves a new name. A digital mask in the form of a profile pic. A digital suit in the form of a banner. If I just change my name, the nazi will never know who I am. Well, that’s a different story. Not a lot of doxing in the movies. Hero’s stay anon. In this day and age, it’s hard to keep a secret. But that doesn’t matter. Because in our minds, the mask is a firewall. The costume is a force field. That’s why every superhero puts thought into the costume. If you’re gonna do it… do it right. Cue the montage.
Think of the quote: give a man a mask and he’ll tell you the truth. I wonder if there were any timelines in which the internet didn’t exist and humanity lost. Or any social media. I bet a steak dinner the humanity crashed and burned during that one without it. The internet has been a blessing for humanity. It’s allowed the average sheep to travel on their hero’s journey from the comfort of their own living room. I wonder if the hero’s journey was meant to be traveled staring at a computer screen cold beer in hand. Not exactly slaying the dragon is it? But hey… it got us from there to here. If all it takes is a digital mask to turn a zero into a hero, the Gods will allow it. If all it takes is a name change to turn mediocre woman into wonder woman, who are we to get the way of a hero’s journey?
Let’s do this…
The mask has served the digital soldier well. Don’t shoot the messenger. But let’s be honest… in this duality universe, the mask serves the nazi as well. Maybe more so. They have so many masks at their disposal. Their entire existence is a mask. A curtain. An illusion. Is that why they are able to be so evil? And do the things to children we are just coming to comprehend let alone understand? The same seed that allows the digital soldier to fly allows them to eat human flesh and drink the blood straight from the neck of a screaming child. All done in anonymous anonymity. They controlled the mask of the main stream media. They thought whatever they did would always be covered up by the news. And the ever-obedient media. And through the laws of congress and the office of the president. And guess what? They were right.
Heroes and villains. Get used to it. Learn it before times up. So just as Goebbels perfected the perfect method to turn a perfectly average human into a perfect killing machine, the same methods can be used benevolently. Use the mask to be a hero. Create a legend bigger than life. Paint a picture of Doc Holliday with a ranger badge. They say the Galactics have traveled from all across the universe to witness this revolution. In part to study. To take notes on how to remove this scourge from other infested planets. This invisible enemy. These parasites. Perhaps they can play with the timelines and send influencers such as stan lee back in time to plant hero seeds. Johnny Blaze Appleseed. Cause we all know the power is not in the hands of a few good or evil. The power is in the hands of the people. Why do you think trolls and shills are working overtime right now? They are losing their grip on the people. Too many heroes being born daily. Too many red pills taken by the handful. Too many busy dreaming up their own costumes. Or stealing others.
And now we have a new mask courtesy of Adolf. As powerful as a mask is to push us to act courageously, it can also be used for restraint. For disconnection. To divide and conquer. To isolate.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: THE GIRL IN THE IRON MASK
Escrava Anastacia. St. Escrava Anastacia. The patron saint of masked slaves. Hear our prayers.
Anastacia, holy Anastasia,
You who were borne by Yemenja, our mother,
Give us the strength to struggle each day
So we may never become slaves,
So that, like you, we may be rebellious creatures
May it be so. Hallelujah.
Word is this young woman who was born half white to a mother raped by her owner, lived with a iron mask over her mouth taken off once a day to eat. Gifted with blue eyes and a lighter complexion from her white father, this beautiful woman was an object of attraction by her new owner. After refusal of his advancements, tale has it he put this contraption on her as a sign to others she does not have a voice. Another tale says the white women were so jealous of her beauty, they convinced her owner to put this iron mask on her. Some say it was punishment for teaching others to run. Either way, the mask has been a symbol of the fascist nazi to silence the slaves for centuries. Harpocrates. However, tale has it she walked like Christ in grace and love and forgave her captors. Lived in kindness and mercy. That’s the stuff of legends. Is it true? Did it really happen? Does it really matter? Does her story inspire a little girl to always cling to a rebellious spirit and never become the slave the nazi want us to be? I hope so. That’s what heros are made of.
Does the modern mask have disease preventing attributes? Does something made in China actually protect you from another thing made in China? What if they made those masks in the same lab? Inconceivable. If I can smell someone’s fart 3 seconds after expulsion, is it indeed effective? Really? Ask the guy sitting next to Swalwell in congress. #fartgate. Do we in fact know beyond the shadow of a doubt, the WuTang virus doesn’t travel thru our farts? Why just the mouth? Should we be wearing rubber diapers? Pop quiz, hotshot… how many would wear a rubber diaper if Fauci, Gates and clown Bill Nye the science guy told you it would save humanity? Don’t be shy. Put on your hero’s mask and give an honest answer. Not many. That’s good. But the sheep? Them? I guarantee many of them Karens would. Oh hi Karen. I thought you left. My bad. You know the ones. Masking up in the car on recirc air conditioning slowly choking themselves to sleep. Masking up jogging on an open road in 100 degree heat in mile high country. Yea. THAT Karen.
So is the mouth mask a mind control device? A social engineering tactic to keep us divided? Not trusting our neighbors so we never become stronger united as a people? I’ll answer that question with a question. Do you think it’s odd our Governors closed down churches but kept mary jane stores open? Anyone think it’s odd we can’t eat indoors but we can eat outdoors at restaurants? Can’t they just keep the front and back doors open? Instant patio? Bulk nuts were closed down but now open as indoor seating goes away?
Anyone remember this little thing call AIDS? Supposedly, the CDC says 1 in 7 people are walking around with AIDS and don’t even know it. They encourage everyone to get tested. Spooky. Third verse same as the first. Anyone remember bars getting shut down when AIDS first hit? No. No masks either. Now I’m going to put on my conspiracy hat on and say many diseases are created to depopulate. As are drugs. Fentanyl? Anyone really need meth times 1000? From China? I’d get my meth from Mexico before China. Just saying. Why is everything leading back to China right now? Hmmmmmm.
Point being… they only masks they encouraged back in the day were condoms. Gives another meaning to masking up. Am I right, ladies? Low five? :/ AIDS was pretty scary at the time but there was no election at risk, was there? Think. The Bushes and the Clintons were two wings of same deep luciferian illuminati bird. Only now this election cycle it is mask up for everyone’s safety. *cough* *bullshit* Only now that Jedi Master Jesus has returned. Oh, now they care. Before the nazi were content to let the Blue Oyster bar go bareback and thin the deplorable herd. The hypocrisy is juicy with truth. And irony.
The mask can be used for good. The mask can be used for evil. Just like a light saber. But does it actually extend life expectancy? You can check the science if you want. If it makes you feel better. Personally, I’ve been round the GOT WOKE block too many times to beLIEve any more of their bullshit. What if Goebbels came out tomorrow and said sunglasses carry the virus. Would we not wear sunglasses? Unfortunately, it’s getting to that ridiculous point. If they can keep their red light saber lie up long enough, they’ll take their shot. Lord knows they’re running out of arrows. Who knows… maybe they’ll try to push it far enough out to combine it with flu season and tell the sheeple this winter going to be extra deadly. Am I right? What’s that? That’s already a 4 am talking point? Don’t give them any ideas, Heis.
We look for answers to the mysteries of life thru our heroes. To the questions we know the answers are out of reach. Did the 3rd reich survive? Did the nazis make it back to Amerika? Is Amerika wunderbar? Achtung baby. Are they trying to tell us what they can without getting the Bourdain combo? Can we get off the rat race for even a second to try to see? Not if Operation Mockingbird can help it. But it’s there. For those with eyes to see. For example… take a knee.
Sorry, Kaepernick’s afro freaks me out. And peroxide Rapinoe made her choice. Did anyone tell her? Jesus H. Christ. So I must default to the mask less one. Diana Prince. What do you see? Do you see? Do you see 2 legs of a 4 legged swastika? Is that what message the nazi send out when they have their puppets take a knee to the American flag? They pledge loyalty to the 4th reich? Loyalty to their freemason oath? We know the freemason have their version of take a knee for funerals so I’m not too far off the target here. Am I reaching? Am I drifting into conspiracy territory? Maybe. Maybe not. Slide 2 Gloria.
This pic is one of my favorites in the rabbit hole. Behind the safety of the mask of the thin white duke, Bowie took a shot at the truth. Adolf survived. And is alive and well in Amerika. How clear does he have to say it, people? Am I still insane in the membrane? Bowie wore many masks to get out the truth as he knew it. As we do now. Is there life on Mars? But the biggest truth… the greatest gift he ever gave us, is not only the hope we can be heroes… but the promise we can be heroes. Just don’t let it go to your head.
Speaking of El Zorro… when are we going to see the flight logs to Zorro ranch, alcalde? Anyone else want to see those? That’s right. I am dangerous, Ice…….man. Keyser Soze, maybe? So close to Hollywood. Lotta names. But I digress.
There are good cops and there are bad cops – L.A. Confidential
But I gotta take a moment and give it up to the mask less heroes. The ones who walk the earth strong in their confidence and knowledge of self. Unashamed. The ones who have traveled the hero’s journey to return a changed man. Woman. Have we become that hero after our journeys? We walk thru life more experienced and less innocent? Like Superman? Wonder Woman? Supergirl? The mask has shifted for us. We now wear the mask of discretion and restraint when amongst our sleeping friends and family. Usually a pair of reading glasses will do nicely. Just be that bumbling reporter who no one notices until the arrests come. Until the MOAB hits. And the glasses will fool them. THAT is how asleep they are. How does it feel walking into work with the secrets of the universe busting out of your head? Like being the only sober one in a room full of highly intoxicated sheep and trying to carry on a conversation? You’re not quite a God but not quite a human. Not quite 5D but not quite 3D. Not a girl but not yet a woman? But you wear it well. A little out of time but I don't mind.
When they say digital soldiers, they weren’t kidding. You got man down on twitter every week. Hawkeye, we got one for you. Patch him up and get back in the game. Pump up his backup account with followers. No retreat. No surrender. Parler is for pussies. Twitter is where we make our last stand. We said we’d all go down together. Yes we would all go down together. We will take this hill or die trying. Uhhh…. I thought we were just play fighting. You guys are getting all agro. Isn’t this debate club? No, you silly silly millennial. This is the fight of our lives. And for our lives. This is the fight for humanity.
Homework. Everyone go see Gladiator. Julius Cesar wants to turn Rome into a republic not of the people but FOR the people. Hitler Jr. has a different vision of Rome. One with a fascist lean. Look at the symbolism. Very naztish. But something was said… win the crowd and you will win your freedom. How does that apply to us? If we win the hearts and minds of those sheep still asleep in the stands, we win our freedom? Along with their freedom? A twofer? A win win?
Or is it for the modern slave entertainer who signed that contract most foul? Who took that freemason oath? Win the hearts of us in the stands and maybe earn a spot of redemption in our eyes? Show the world one can change? And not merely meaningless words? Not empty promises but an earnest deal to be made? Win over the digital soldiers heart and they just might cheer you in your battle for your freedom? What if Chester Bennington was here today and we knew of his secret documentary on human trafficking? Would we forgive? Bernie Mac? Paul Walker? Anthony Bourdain? In death we are so easy to forgive. What about in life?
Or is it win the crowd of the Galactic universal beings in the stands watching the greatest show on earth from 5 miles up? How can we show them humanity is worth all the blood and sacrifice made for all our freedom? Tough part of GOT WOKE is we gotta work twice as hard. We gotta pick up all the slack left by the slackers. No one said a hero’s journey would be easy. But if you slay the dragon, steal his gold and make it home mentally in one piece… at least you’ll have a tale to tell. And I’m not sure you can put a price tag on that one. More so when money becomes obsolete. Cue the blooper reel.
Simply put… the hero’s journey is a circle. From the start in a mundane, ordinary reality to the return to that same mundane boring world. The only thing that’s changed is you. It all starts with putting an arrow straight thru the heart of cognitive dissonance. Shedding the perfectly plausible sane views of your friends and family completely under the thumb of Goebbels propaganda machine. Yea that’s the ticket. Maybe we don’t slay the dragon. We implode the mirage. We detonate the DUMBs. We take twitter hill. But first things first. You must commit to the bit. You gotta take the red pill. You gotta cross the Rubicon. The rabbit hole beckons and you must follow it’s siren song. You must put on the mask.
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy... and ideas are bulletproof – V
Mask up...
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Theme from Harry's Game
Ordinary World
Out Of Control (Live At Red Rocks)
The Bucket
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Cynthia Live at Schottenstein
Grateful Dead - New Speedway Boogie
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The Fly - Madison
A Rainy Night In Soho
Silver Springs
Dancing In The Dark Live at Shoreline Amphitheatre
Daniel
Uncle John's Band
Oxford Comma
Well I Wonder
North Star - Torino 5-08-2010
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Oh Darling (feat. Cady Groves)
Last Dance (Unable to embed below)
Fire on the Mountain
Hard Rain Netflix
The Saints are Coming
Friday I'm In Love (Glastonbury 2019)
King Of The Rodeo
Battle Born
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He Knows I'd Love to See Him (Unable to embed below)
North and South of the River
Row Jimmy Knickerbocker
If I Should Fall Behind
One More Cup Of Coffee Netfilx
Heroes
A Sort Of Homecoming Live
And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape
Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here
The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own
Oh come away, oh come away, oh come away, I say I
Oh come away, come away, oh come, oh come away, I say I
Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight
I'll be there tonight, I believe
I'll be there so high
I'll be there tonight, tonight
Oh come away, I say, I say oh
Oh come away, I say
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream
Oh
Oh
Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight
And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance
Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home . . .
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For hearts long lost and full of fright,
For those alone in Blackest Night.
Accept our ring and join our fight,
Love conquers all with violet light! – Star Sapphire’s Oath
Well, there’s things that never will be right, I know
And things need changing everywhere we go
But till we start to make a move, to make a few things right
You’ll never see me wear a suite of white – The Man In Black
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I'm telling you, child
A man will beg
A man will crawl
On the sheer face of love
Like a fly on a wall
It's no secret at all – The Fly
You remind me of my wife. She always struggled… but she was funny, and filtered her pain through the prism of humor. Something I could never master – Cable
There is no shame in being poor. Only in dressing poorly – Zorro The Gay Blade
Fire is to represent truth because it destroys all sophistry and lies; and the mask is for lying and falsehood which conceal truth - Leonardo da Vinci
Though wearing a mask makes the villains scarier, it would also make them far less efficient killers — especially, if, like Jason Vorhees, your face and eyes are disfigured to begin with. It's amazing he can see at all, much less hurl hatchets through the air, striking his terrified prey in near darkness with deadly accuracy. It should be easy for the scared teens in slasher films to stay alive, all they'd have to do is stay in the masked slasher's obstructed peripheral vision — that, and don't go in the dark room to see what that noise is! Why are masks so menacing? It has to do with psychology and the fear of anonymous death. For many people, the idea of being murdered by an unidentifiable stranger for no reason is more terrifying than being killed by someone you do know, and for some good reason -
Benjamin Radford, “Why Hollywood Serial Slashers Wear Masks”
You can't wear a mask Clark. When people see you and can see the things you can do, the power you have, they'll be terrified. They need to be able to look into your eyes, see your face, so that they can see the decency and kindness that's always there and know they have nothing to be afraid of - Martha Kent
I'm not questioning your powers of observation… I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is - V
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth - Conor aka Santa Claus in Oscar Wilde's, The Critic as Artist (1891).
And that brings us to tonight’s word: WHO WAS THAT MASKED MAN?
Who are you behind your veil so fair? Salome? An hourglass figure with the eyes of a lioness looking to feed on the disobedient? Dancing the dance of 1000 veils? Demanding the head of John the Baptist? And receiving it? Is that you, Karen? Oh my god, Karen. It’s been a minute. How are the kids? What? I can’t hear you. You got this stupid thing on your face. Yea. I’m exempt. I could have a respiratory disorder, but you’d never know cause you can’t ask me according to the Americans with Disabilities Act. $75,000 first time fine. I know we’re friends but still. I value oxygen. Did you get my good side? How’s my lighting? Unique New York. Unique New York. This might go viral so just in case. Fingers crossed. Is there a GOT WOKE dating site. There should be. Ok, just put your phone down and let’s catch up. Oh me? I’ve just been going on the hero’s journey. No big whoop. Just killing the giant and steaking the golden goose. Just hunting nazis and horse thieving his Palominos. Just being the ghost in Goebbels machine, nothing much. I wouldn’t really call it being a hero per se. I like to think of it as Monday. What’s the hero’s journey you ask? So glad you asked. I know the term gets thrown around liberally. Like black lives matter. Duh. Like anti-fascism. Fer sure. But what is it really? Have a seat. Set a spell. Let’s take the long walk home.
You see it falls into stages. As high as 17 and as low as 8. Many movies follow this recipe. Rocky. Matrix. Lord of the Rings. Star Wars. If it ain’t broke don’t f**k with it.
1. The Ordinary World – this is the place we all start from. 3D. Gross. The land we all found ourselves prior to GOT WOKE. 3 jobs. Cancer. Fluoride. Disney. Chemtrails. Obama. W. False Flags. You get the picture.
2. Call to Adventure – The ZIM is worth how much? The nazi are rebuilding in USA? They’re doing what to kids? These are our politicians? The news? Hello Neo. You know who this is. .I've been looking for you, Neo. I don't know if you're ready to see what I want to show you, but unfortunately you and I have run out of time. They're coming for you, Neo, and I don't know what they're going to do.
3. Refusal of the Call – let me get this straight… A $50 purchase on eBay will get me $1 billion or maybe a trillion in return?........... Yeah. Wow, that sounds like a really good deal. But I think I've got a better one. How about I give you the finger and you give me my phone call? Get the f*** outta here.
4. Meeting the Mentor – Take your pick. Just be careful who you follow. Twitter’s a cornucopia. I hear there’s a barfly south of the tracks who speaks in tongues. I think he’s touched. By an angel. Steer clear of the main stream media. No Acosta no good. No mentors there. You’ll have better luck with Youtube. Maybe you’ll find a mentor in X22. And when in doubt… think Q.
5. Crossing the First Threshold – after an 80’s stylie montage, the hero is now ready to embark. Think Revenge of the Nerds. You’ve trained. You’ve studied. You’ve learned the ways of the enemy. The nazi. You know Goebbel better than he knows himself. Gross. Time to take that leap. Step out into no man’s land. Time to pray to the cross. Kiss the girls. And cross the Rubicon. No going back now. This stage is the epitome of the choice of the red pill or blue pill. This is the metaphorical rabbit hole. Once you enter that door, there’s no going back to sleep. Once you hear the screams of that poor little girl who crossed paths with Huma and Hillary, there’s no unringing that bell. Unless you’re Cypher and you make a deal with the devil to have your mind wiped and come back as someone important… like an actor.
6. Tests, Allies, Enemies – in the thick of digital warfare, you might be surprised by a trick or two played on you that your mentor forgot to mention. Telepathy. That little camera on your iPhone. Truman Show. All of a sudden everyone’s up in yo bizznazz. Can’t even take a crap in peace. You’re in the suck now, son. Honeypots everywhere. Underage honey pots everywhere. Oh yea. This is the special world. Gravity works differently here. Let’s just say your training taught you about 25% of what you really needed to know to master this no man’s land. Allies become enemies. Enemies become allies. Enemies of enemies become allies. You become the hunter and the hunted. There are no rules in love, digital war and end of days Revelations. Mentor didn’t quite tell you about adrenochrome, did he? And your heroes? And your religion? I think I hear my mentor laughing somewhere. Kek.
7. Approach to the Inmost Cave – not a literal cave. Just the most dangerous square on the chess board. The place where all the gold for the RV is stored. The basement of the Vatican. Behind the wizards curtain. DUMBs full of kids in cages. It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
8. Ordeal – the biggest test of them all. The right hook right into the blind spot. And down goes Frasier. No mas. The black moment. Jonah in the belly of the beast. Who knows what this moment is for each of us? Maybe some clown hints they know your address. Your loved ones. Fear of death for many. Fear of a red scarf on a doorknob. Fear of being found suicided by homoerotic asphyxiation. I’ve never seen that leather belt before in my life, officer. Fear of loss of reputation. Fear of excommunication. Fear of fear.
9. Reward – The fruits of our labor. This is the light at the end of the tunnel stage. Where did I hear that recently? It’ll come. This is the RV ready to roll out. This is the arrests of pedo witches. This is the burning of the tin foil hats. Redemption song.
10. The Road Back – in the hero’s journey, this is when the giant finds out Jack has stolen his golden goose. The chase begins. What could this be for us? A final false flag from a gasping snake? Hillary preparing the rioters should DJT not leave office quietly? If the QFS is up and running like a well-oiled machine, I honestly can’t think of the nazi having any sort of power after the golden goose is locked in our arms. Let’s just chalk it up to alien invasion false flag. Why not?
11. Resurrection – This is our final exam. One last rebirth. How do we reenter the ordinary world? What did we ultimately learn? Did we shed the ego? Did we learn to forgive? To share our new found booty? Did we learn anything? Are we still afraid of the big bad wolf? Of the boogey man under our beds? Are we handler ordered mass shaming the sheeple to mask up on one side of our mouths while secretly praying Jesus saves our asses with the other side? Do we still fear our handlers? Are we still living on our knees rather than dying on our feet? This is our final exam and the universe is watching carefully. Take good notes the universe does.
12. Return with the Elixir – The hero returns home. The hero can’t come home empty handed. That’s a goat not a hero. Think of your first steps back into your home post redemption exchange. Think parade for all those inglorious basterds who fought Adolf and won. Been a long 75 years. This is the part where the hero returns home. Sleeping in his own bed tonight. To reunite with friends and family. Back to his ordinary life feeling not so ordinary. To tell stories of brave Ulysses to the grandchildren. Of how the honeypot sirens called to him from the sandy white beaches. Of the cyclop who nearly broke his back on a rape rock. Of the snake haired witch who filets faces and sucks children’s blood. They never thought she’d lose. Of talking head gremlins who spread disease throughout the land. Of debunking trolls with their red herrings. Of giants 100 stories tall. Giants too big to get back on their feet once they fell. Of angels and legends. Of heroes and song. Of teachers and storytellers who never uttered a discouraging word despite the blackest night one has ever seen. All to retrieve the holy grail that will save the village. Bring peace to humanity for 1000 years. This is home. the hero leaves home only to return someday. And this is that day. A kind of homecoming. A somewhat of a homecoming. A sort of homecoming.
Do you think the forced isolation lockdown of Wutang virus was part of the great plan? And not a malevolent intent? Do you think this is the final stage in the hero’s journey where he or she goes back home? Back to the ordinary world? Times up. The proctors will now go around the room and pick up your tests. Did you take the blue pill? Doubt it if you happen to be reading this, but if you did… maybe there’s still time for a quick extra credit in summer school. Better cram tho. That 3D planet is getting warmed up just for those who didn’t learn the lessons. For the ones destined to repeat until they get it. For the ones destined to repeat until they get it. And it is possible to return home without the Elixir. The would be hero is just destined and doomed to repeat the entire adventure. Sounds pretty 3Dish to me. Not fun.
Gut feeling there’s going to be a lot of talk when this is all said and down about the topic of heroes. Not only the nurses and social workers and police officers and military and their sacrifices. But what makes a hero tick? What takes an average Joe and turns him into a Holy Joe? What makes one want to don a mask and go fight injustice in the streets? What makes an over the hill 60 year old grandma take the oath to protect her country with her life? Cause I don’t know if they figured it out on a different timeline but on this timeline… the digital hero battle born has made all the difference in the world. The alliance even gave them their own general to lead them. That’s how big a deal they are. *** But what triggers where in the brain to stimulate the self imagined heroic image? To manifest the hero within? Where does that fires spark come from?
Is it from constant bombardment of wicked deeds of wicked men dragged in to the light in an echo chamber of twitter darkness until one gives in and says where do I sign? Gotta to fight Adolf for the kids. Pawned the watch? Paid the debts? And cross the Rubicon? Or was the seed buried decades ago when mom got you a pair of Flash underoos? From reading comic books for free at circle K? Ok. Digital novels. *eyes rolling*. Spell check didn’t know what underoos were. That’s funny. Did the seed of heroism get planted that long ago? And we wait in patience stuck in a moment for the time to arrive to live the life of adventure? Drudging thru this ordinary world day after day working 3 jobs just to survive? Getting sicker and sicker? People getting meaner and meaner? Until something gives? You know… Arthur Fleck was onto something.
Orrrrr…. Is it the Shuman resonance finally catching up with the years of DC and Marvel movies? Something waking up inside our DNA saying *I can do that*. I can do that. I may not fly… yet. But I can solve puzzles. I can see 5 seconds into the future. I have the power of hyper observant observation. I can connect the dots. I have the power of humble discretion. I can make memes faster than a speeding bullet. I communicate well. I’m a digital boxer. A heavyweight. The thing about the hero is it takes all kinds. Yea so Marvel and DC doubled up on the running fast thing. It was a slow week with a quick deadline, Mur-ray. Like the age-old paradox asks… who came first? The Flash or Quicksilver? That’s what she said. It’s one of the great mysteries of the universe. We’ll never know. Actually, we do know. Flash 1940. Quicksilver 1964. I guess the patent expired. Point to DC.
But what calls the average mild-mannered reporter risk it all and cross the Rubicon? To take the red pill? To defend those who can’t defend themselves? I’d like to refer to Okkam’s razor if you will. Not a big fan of Okkams. It’s lazy writing. It’s a cop out. Usually red herrings laid in our tracks by the nazi. But in this case… I’ll bite. The simplest explanation is the correct one. And the answer is…. a mask. A simple mask. Adopting an alter ego who can go farther than you can. An anonymous mask who can tell the truth and live to tell the tale. Isn’t that what twitter is? For the most part? Sure, some put themselves out there heart on their sleeves with real names. But most gave themselves a new name. A digital mask in the form of a profile pic. A digital suit in the form of a banner. If I just change my name, the nazi will never know who I am. Well, that’s a different story. Not a lot of doxing in the movies. Hero’s stay anon. In this day and age, it’s hard to keep a secret. But that doesn’t matter. Because in our minds, the mask is a firewall. The costume is a force field. That’s why every superhero puts thought into the costume. If you’re gonna do it… do it right. Cue the montage.
Think of the quote: give a man a mask and he’ll tell you the truth. I wonder if there were any timelines in which the internet didn’t exist and humanity lost. Or any social media. I bet a steak dinner the humanity crashed and burned during that one without it. The internet has been a blessing for humanity. It’s allowed the average sheep to travel on their hero’s journey from the comfort of their own living room. I wonder if the hero’s journey was meant to be traveled staring at a computer screen cold beer in hand. Not exactly slaying the dragon is it? But hey… it got us from there to here. If all it takes is a digital mask to turn a zero into a hero, the Gods will allow it. If all it takes is a name change to turn mediocre woman into wonder woman, who are we to get the way of a hero’s journey?
Let’s do this…
The mask has served the digital soldier well. Don’t shoot the messenger. But let’s be honest… in this duality universe, the mask serves the nazi as well. Maybe more so. They have so many masks at their disposal. Their entire existence is a mask. A curtain. An illusion. Is that why they are able to be so evil? And do the things to children we are just coming to comprehend let alone understand? The same seed that allows the digital soldier to fly allows them to eat human flesh and drink the blood straight from the neck of a screaming child. All done in anonymous anonymity. They controlled the mask of the main stream media. They thought whatever they did would always be covered up by the news. And the ever-obedient media. And through the laws of congress and the office of the president. And guess what? They were right.
Heroes and villains. Get used to it. Learn it before times up. So just as Goebbels perfected the perfect method to turn a perfectly average human into a perfect killing machine, the same methods can be used benevolently. Use the mask to be a hero. Create a legend bigger than life. Paint a picture of Doc Holliday with a ranger badge. They say the Galactics have traveled from all across the universe to witness this revolution. In part to study. To take notes on how to remove this scourge from other infested planets. This invisible enemy. These parasites. Perhaps they can play with the timelines and send influencers such as stan lee back in time to plant hero seeds. Johnny Blaze Appleseed. Cause we all know the power is not in the hands of a few good or evil. The power is in the hands of the people. Why do you think trolls and shills are working overtime right now? They are losing their grip on the people. Too many heroes being born daily. Too many red pills taken by the handful. Too many busy dreaming up their own costumes. Or stealing others.
And now we have a new mask courtesy of Adolf. As powerful as a mask is to push us to act courageously, it can also be used for restraint. For disconnection. To divide and conquer. To isolate.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: THE GIRL IN THE IRON MASK
Escrava Anastacia. St. Escrava Anastacia. The patron saint of masked slaves. Hear our prayers.
Anastacia, holy Anastasia,
You who were borne by Yemenja, our mother,
Give us the strength to struggle each day
So we may never become slaves,
So that, like you, we may be rebellious creatures
May it be so. Hallelujah.
Word is this young woman who was born half white to a mother raped by her owner, lived with a iron mask over her mouth taken off once a day to eat. Gifted with blue eyes and a lighter complexion from her white father, this beautiful woman was an object of attraction by her new owner. After refusal of his advancements, tale has it he put this contraption on her as a sign to others she does not have a voice. Another tale says the white women were so jealous of her beauty, they convinced her owner to put this iron mask on her. Some say it was punishment for teaching others to run. Either way, the mask has been a symbol of the fascist nazi to silence the slaves for centuries. Harpocrates. However, tale has it she walked like Christ in grace and love and forgave her captors. Lived in kindness and mercy. That’s the stuff of legends. Is it true? Did it really happen? Does it really matter? Does her story inspire a little girl to always cling to a rebellious spirit and never become the slave the nazi want us to be? I hope so. That’s what heros are made of.
Does the modern mask have disease preventing attributes? Does something made in China actually protect you from another thing made in China? What if they made those masks in the same lab? Inconceivable. If I can smell someone’s fart 3 seconds after expulsion, is it indeed effective? Really? Ask the guy sitting next to Swalwell in congress. #fartgate. Do we in fact know beyond the shadow of a doubt, the WuTang virus doesn’t travel thru our farts? Why just the mouth? Should we be wearing rubber diapers? Pop quiz, hotshot… how many would wear a rubber diaper if Fauci, Gates and clown Bill Nye the science guy told you it would save humanity? Don’t be shy. Put on your hero’s mask and give an honest answer. Not many. That’s good. But the sheep? Them? I guarantee many of them Karens would. Oh hi Karen. I thought you left. My bad. You know the ones. Masking up in the car on recirc air conditioning slowly choking themselves to sleep. Masking up jogging on an open road in 100 degree heat in mile high country. Yea. THAT Karen.
So is the mouth mask a mind control device? A social engineering tactic to keep us divided? Not trusting our neighbors so we never become stronger united as a people? I’ll answer that question with a question. Do you think it’s odd our Governors closed down churches but kept mary jane stores open? Anyone think it’s odd we can’t eat indoors but we can eat outdoors at restaurants? Can’t they just keep the front and back doors open? Instant patio? Bulk nuts were closed down but now open as indoor seating goes away?
Anyone remember this little thing call AIDS? Supposedly, the CDC says 1 in 7 people are walking around with AIDS and don’t even know it. They encourage everyone to get tested. Spooky. Third verse same as the first. Anyone remember bars getting shut down when AIDS first hit? No. No masks either. Now I’m going to put on my conspiracy hat on and say many diseases are created to depopulate. As are drugs. Fentanyl? Anyone really need meth times 1000? From China? I’d get my meth from Mexico before China. Just saying. Why is everything leading back to China right now? Hmmmmmm.
Point being… they only masks they encouraged back in the day were condoms. Gives another meaning to masking up. Am I right, ladies? Low five? :/ AIDS was pretty scary at the time but there was no election at risk, was there? Think. The Bushes and the Clintons were two wings of same deep luciferian illuminati bird. Only now this election cycle it is mask up for everyone’s safety. *cough* *bullshit* Only now that Jedi Master Jesus has returned. Oh, now they care. Before the nazi were content to let the Blue Oyster bar go bareback and thin the deplorable herd. The hypocrisy is juicy with truth. And irony.
The mask can be used for good. The mask can be used for evil. Just like a light saber. But does it actually extend life expectancy? You can check the science if you want. If it makes you feel better. Personally, I’ve been round the GOT WOKE block too many times to beLIEve any more of their bullshit. What if Goebbels came out tomorrow and said sunglasses carry the virus. Would we not wear sunglasses? Unfortunately, it’s getting to that ridiculous point. If they can keep their red light saber lie up long enough, they’ll take their shot. Lord knows they’re running out of arrows. Who knows… maybe they’ll try to push it far enough out to combine it with flu season and tell the sheeple this winter going to be extra deadly. Am I right? What’s that? That’s already a 4 am talking point? Don’t give them any ideas, Heis.
We look for answers to the mysteries of life thru our heroes. To the questions we know the answers are out of reach. Did the 3rd reich survive? Did the nazis make it back to Amerika? Is Amerika wunderbar? Achtung baby. Are they trying to tell us what they can without getting the Bourdain combo? Can we get off the rat race for even a second to try to see? Not if Operation Mockingbird can help it. But it’s there. For those with eyes to see. For example… take a knee.
Sorry, Kaepernick’s afro freaks me out. And peroxide Rapinoe made her choice. Did anyone tell her? Jesus H. Christ. So I must default to the mask less one. Diana Prince. What do you see? Do you see? Do you see 2 legs of a 4 legged swastika? Is that what message the nazi send out when they have their puppets take a knee to the American flag? They pledge loyalty to the 4th reich? Loyalty to their freemason oath? We know the freemason have their version of take a knee for funerals so I’m not too far off the target here. Am I reaching? Am I drifting into conspiracy territory? Maybe. Maybe not. Slide 2 Gloria.
This pic is one of my favorites in the rabbit hole. Behind the safety of the mask of the thin white duke, Bowie took a shot at the truth. Adolf survived. And is alive and well in Amerika. How clear does he have to say it, people? Am I still insane in the membrane? Bowie wore many masks to get out the truth as he knew it. As we do now. Is there life on Mars? But the biggest truth… the greatest gift he ever gave us, is not only the hope we can be heroes… but the promise we can be heroes. Just don’t let it go to your head.
Speaking of El Zorro… when are we going to see the flight logs to Zorro ranch, alcalde? Anyone else want to see those? That’s right. I am dangerous, Ice…….man. Keyser Soze, maybe? So close to Hollywood. Lotta names. But I digress.
There are good cops and there are bad cops – L.A. Confidential
But I gotta take a moment and give it up to the mask less heroes. The ones who walk the earth strong in their confidence and knowledge of self. Unashamed. The ones who have traveled the hero’s journey to return a changed man. Woman. Have we become that hero after our journeys? We walk thru life more experienced and less innocent? Like Superman? Wonder Woman? Supergirl? The mask has shifted for us. We now wear the mask of discretion and restraint when amongst our sleeping friends and family. Usually a pair of reading glasses will do nicely. Just be that bumbling reporter who no one notices until the arrests come. Until the MOAB hits. And the glasses will fool them. THAT is how asleep they are. How does it feel walking into work with the secrets of the universe busting out of your head? Like being the only sober one in a room full of highly intoxicated sheep and trying to carry on a conversation? You’re not quite a God but not quite a human. Not quite 5D but not quite 3D. Not a girl but not yet a woman? But you wear it well. A little out of time but I don't mind.
When they say digital soldiers, they weren’t kidding. You got man down on twitter every week. Hawkeye, we got one for you. Patch him up and get back in the game. Pump up his backup account with followers. No retreat. No surrender. Parler is for pussies. Twitter is where we make our last stand. We said we’d all go down together. Yes we would all go down together. We will take this hill or die trying. Uhhh…. I thought we were just play fighting. You guys are getting all agro. Isn’t this debate club? No, you silly silly millennial. This is the fight of our lives. And for our lives. This is the fight for humanity.
Homework. Everyone go see Gladiator. Julius Cesar wants to turn Rome into a republic not of the people but FOR the people. Hitler Jr. has a different vision of Rome. One with a fascist lean. Look at the symbolism. Very naztish. But something was said… win the crowd and you will win your freedom. How does that apply to us? If we win the hearts and minds of those sheep still asleep in the stands, we win our freedom? Along with their freedom? A twofer? A win win?
Or is it for the modern slave entertainer who signed that contract most foul? Who took that freemason oath? Win the hearts of us in the stands and maybe earn a spot of redemption in our eyes? Show the world one can change? And not merely meaningless words? Not empty promises but an earnest deal to be made? Win over the digital soldiers heart and they just might cheer you in your battle for your freedom? What if Chester Bennington was here today and we knew of his secret documentary on human trafficking? Would we forgive? Bernie Mac? Paul Walker? Anthony Bourdain? In death we are so easy to forgive. What about in life?
Or is it win the crowd of the Galactic universal beings in the stands watching the greatest show on earth from 5 miles up? How can we show them humanity is worth all the blood and sacrifice made for all our freedom? Tough part of GOT WOKE is we gotta work twice as hard. We gotta pick up all the slack left by the slackers. No one said a hero’s journey would be easy. But if you slay the dragon, steal his gold and make it home mentally in one piece… at least you’ll have a tale to tell. And I’m not sure you can put a price tag on that one. More so when money becomes obsolete. Cue the blooper reel.
Simply put… the hero’s journey is a circle. From the start in a mundane, ordinary reality to the return to that same mundane boring world. The only thing that’s changed is you. It all starts with putting an arrow straight thru the heart of cognitive dissonance. Shedding the perfectly plausible sane views of your friends and family completely under the thumb of Goebbels propaganda machine. Yea that’s the ticket. Maybe we don’t slay the dragon. We implode the mirage. We detonate the DUMBs. We take twitter hill. But first things first. You must commit to the bit. You gotta take the red pill. You gotta cross the Rubicon. The rabbit hole beckons and you must follow it’s siren song. You must put on the mask.
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy... and ideas are bulletproof – V
Mask up...
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Theme from Harry's Game
Ordinary World
Out Of Control (Live At Red Rocks)
The Bucket
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Cynthia Live at Schottenstein
Grateful Dead - New Speedway Boogie
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The Fly - Madison
A Rainy Night In Soho
Silver Springs
Dancing In The Dark Live at Shoreline Amphitheatre
Daniel
Uncle John's Band
Oxford Comma
Well I Wonder
North Star - Torino 5-08-2010
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Oh Darling (feat. Cady Groves)
Last Dance (Unable to embed below)
Fire on the Mountain
Hard Rain Netflix
The Saints are Coming
Friday I'm In Love (Glastonbury 2019)
King Of The Rodeo
Battle Born
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He Knows I'd Love to See Him (Unable to embed below)
North and South of the River
Row Jimmy Knickerbocker
If I Should Fall Behind
One More Cup Of Coffee Netfilx
Heroes
A Sort Of Homecoming Live
And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape
Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here
The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own
Oh come away, oh come away, oh come away, I say I
Oh come away, come away, oh come, oh come away, I say I
Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight
I'll be there tonight, I believe
I'll be there so high
I'll be there tonight, tonight
Oh come away, I say, I say oh
Oh come away, I say
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream
Oh
Oh
Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight
And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance
Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home . . .
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