An explanation of the ten dimensions, via Tenth Dimension. I'm still having a hard time conceptualizing this fully. We, as Third Dimensional beings, aren't aware that we also inhabit (and operate within) increasingly complex dimensions simultaneously, all housed within the Tenth. We, then, are equivalent to sub-atomic particles in the most sophisticated organization ever created, ever devised. An entity that houses an infinity of infinities. Is your mind ripping apart yet?
Godlike took me there..
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
CNN's HOAX on America - Real CNN Footage from 1991 "Gulf War"
I called bullshit on this war in 1991, and that opinion never changed. I didn't, however, think they("Mainstream Media") faked the news. After 18 years, this barely surprises, though it still disappoints. Courtesy of Above Top Secret.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Flashback: Winter, 1993
From Sense and Antisense:
Winter 1993
Vincent and I would drive around the island in his pickup. He, dropping off bags of weed here and there, me, along for the ride. We enjoyed each other’s company. He would get extra food when we’d order out, when I couldn’t afford it, because he felt I was losing too much weight.
Which, in reality, I was. I was not taking care of myself, working too much, and constantly popping ephedrine tablets. Ephedrine is one chemical ion away from being classified as a meth-amphetamine. Did you know that?I only found that out a few years ago, and not when I lived in Key West. I’m a little hyper anyway, and being strung out on ephedrine and caffeine did make me lose weight.
“Eat! Eat! You’re a growing boy!” He would say. Making me finish whatever he had ordered, taking care to insure I lost no more weight. He was very nurturing of me.
He was the first one at work to offer a friendly hand. That meant so much, as I was intimidated by the unfamiliarity of my new workplace. I was there as an apprentice. If I showed any promise or talent, my boss would hire me on. Which he eventually did, but at first, there was no such guarantee. But none of that mattered to Vincent.
I worked in silence those first couple of weeks, learning the photo-stat machine, how to use an exacto-knife, how to cut a rubylyth, and how to typeset. Simple procedures to someone skilled in graphics, but unfamiliar and difficult for me. So I worked quietly, doing what was asked, timid and unsure, praying for patient responses to the inevitable mistakes I kept making. He responded to every mistake and question with a smile.
He sold me weed. He kept me fed. He was patient and helpful. He was actively concerned about my well being. He came along at just the right time.
My dealer became my friend.
Winter 1993
Vincent and I would drive around the island in his pickup. He, dropping off bags of weed here and there, me, along for the ride. We enjoyed each other’s company. He would get extra food when we’d order out, when I couldn’t afford it, because he felt I was losing too much weight.
Which, in reality, I was. I was not taking care of myself, working too much, and constantly popping ephedrine tablets. Ephedrine is one chemical ion away from being classified as a meth-amphetamine. Did you know that?I only found that out a few years ago, and not when I lived in Key West. I’m a little hyper anyway, and being strung out on ephedrine and caffeine did make me lose weight.
“Eat! Eat! You’re a growing boy!” He would say. Making me finish whatever he had ordered, taking care to insure I lost no more weight. He was very nurturing of me.
He was the first one at work to offer a friendly hand. That meant so much, as I was intimidated by the unfamiliarity of my new workplace. I was there as an apprentice. If I showed any promise or talent, my boss would hire me on. Which he eventually did, but at first, there was no such guarantee. But none of that mattered to Vincent.
I worked in silence those first couple of weeks, learning the photo-stat machine, how to use an exacto-knife, how to cut a rubylyth, and how to typeset. Simple procedures to someone skilled in graphics, but unfamiliar and difficult for me. So I worked quietly, doing what was asked, timid and unsure, praying for patient responses to the inevitable mistakes I kept making. He responded to every mistake and question with a smile.
He sold me weed. He kept me fed. He was patient and helpful. He was actively concerned about my well being. He came along at just the right time.
My dealer became my friend.
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