Archive for December, 2012

December 24, 2012

Deconstructing the anglicon and the vaticon to reveal the buddhacon and the way “om”

Deconstructing the english word structure. An engineered lock which can be picked, but not without a key.
I find it a contentious fallacy to give li-brar-y the entomological connection to “libra” and liberty. To me it defies logic as well as reality. If such were truth would it not be pronounced “libra-ry”.
As “li-brar-y” the phonics give meaning.
Lie – not truth
Brar – a rabbit, the trickster
why – to misdirect this with grammar – a set of rules given by authority, which I notice as two “rams” which no matter the direction you take it or look on it, they can send you down the myriad of holes, keeping you senseless to the truth. It is by these observations I’ve looked at the mnemonic english word structure as an engineered construct and have started to reverse engineer it to find it methodology which controls man, out of his nature.
Thank you Francis Bacon.
One of Bacon’s mottoes was “Mente Videbor”–“By the mind I shall be seen”. This suggests some form of dramatic teaching as practised by the ancients in the days of the Mysteries.
Making the word flesh or truth, could not be accomplished except through the medium of a modern language. Language, and the command of it, has become the modern instrument of power. “The original construction of that great instrument the English language, and the planting of it in North America were the two essential parts of one great enterprise.”(Bismark) Engaged in this work was a group of talented men of action and men of letters.
Interesting to note, a sheep goes “ba” and a “con” has brought on to us, the word.
free dominion is the long form of the abbreviation bandied about.
Which as abbreviation means not literal in dominion.
Letters unlike language as word to communicate, form a structure which is used to elucidate.

These following are the “ok” words, a hat off to Loki, the trickster.

no matter if it
coke
Coke or
coke
smoke or
toke or
poke or
joke or

if you buy it as commodity
you don’t see you’ve been
souled; a moke in a yoke

scripture
sculpture
literature
tablature
picture
culture
mixture
fixture
the common thread in these words “ture” a miscarriage of “true”
and unlike
“nature” are not a truth in and of themselves, but rather they are representation in form as a truth
“nature” is a double negative in this sense therefore they cancel and make it truth.

How stuff works
“o” in letter form refers to you
“k” in letter form is a judgement
a complex structure which needs prop to hold it up and has tendency to go off on tangent
“l” in letter form is law unbreakable a cardinal tenant
“b” in letter form is you up against the wall, but you can tear these down when you learn the laws which with a trick to your eye they seem to defy

the “o” and the “k” used together make “ok” which is part truth, therefore only one wall “k”
add “a” such as in “cloak” and it becomes all “aok” mighty, towering, strong
add “c” and the word now becomes a lock, a fixture as in to cause measure, restraint “clock”
“o” “c” the walls to either side “l” “k”
“p” is you in function, a thing you have to perform
when it follows after “o” it becomes “op” as if it like a natural function
“i” one in ponder, thinking.
“d” what one stands up to do.
“u” of or appropriate to the upper class.
“n” a cloak : as like no; no would signal the intuitive “why”, to trigger and ask ,”why no?”
nice ; subjective, asks why cold empty.

“g” this is the one which ties it all together, as here in lowercase it is quite benign. as an uppercase “G” it is the broken whole, the “O” you, which is in need of the guidance of a master

“ru” reveal to you
“ur” you retard

The white poisons. These words take what is common and commoditize them into abomination of their natural intention.

Wheat
Meat
Cheat
Beat
Heat
Treat
Sweat, which should pronounce as the others. However you’ll work your ass of to obtain it and it will make you “sweet”, as like “wet”.

December 13, 2012

Oh! this is Christmas.

So the story goes, a child was born of parents, a carpenter and his significant companion who managed to conceive by unnatural means as none before or since have managed to do, and as she was in companionship with a carpenter no less.
They have had to leave their home and journey great distance to pay tax to the lord of the land for the work done by the carpenter in voluntary exchange with his neighbors, work to which the lord of the land exercised no part, in an exchange he was not a party to.
The burdensome taxes which the collector expects to brought onto him or threat of violence will be forth coming, leaves nothing for proper secure lodging and despite the woman’s obvious condition of pregnancy no charity to secure lodging is given.
A shelter is found and although inconvenient for the baring of a child it does come to pass that the woman does bring forth a new child of innocence to the world.
Immediately three wise men come with gifts to taint and delude the child. One brings forth Gold, a second brings forth the Oil of Lebanon, Frankincense, and the third brings forth Drug, the heady medicinal Myrrh.
Then everybody vanishes and the sheep go back to sleep.
Bizarre Story, I must say.

Later the child, now grown, becomes a cause celeb with the peace, love thy neighbor, respect mother earth set.
The lawmakers will have none of this, or his rhetoric, and take him to account.
They point out their concocted tales by man (he-brew), as written in the great books they carry, is truth and nothing but truth.
They tell the child now a man that he as are all, children of GOD.
The man states, that can not be, for this is my mother and he was born from she.
The lawmakers taken aback by such brazen fortitude straighten their funny hats and retort with, you were born through your mother yes but as a child of GOD.
No, comes back the child now man, I was born through she as a child of man, my father a carpenter as am I.
Infuriated, the lawmakers charge blasphemy.
The surrounding crowd, in response, as a majority, democratically side with the lawmakers. It is written, and despite having no access to the writing or the literacy to enable them to understand the squiggly lines if they could glance a glimpse.
They call for punishment and cheer wildly when the sentence is given.
The lawmakers, now at the crowds behest, approach the king to ask his blessing to the sentence.
The king is hesitant as no apparent crime has been committed. There was no aggression and no one stepped forward to accuse of such.
The lawmakers make case that he blasphemed the word, the concocted tale devised by man (he-brew) as it was heard from god whilst under the influence of the heady incense of myrrh and anointed in the oil of frankincense as the dreams of great wealth in gold guided the quill.
The king still unconvinced of any misdeed turns to the democracy.
This majority before him side with the lawmakers in the funny hats and call for death to the blasphemer.
The king reluctantly passes the sentence and crowd screams wildly as spectacle is an exciting way to pass the time through day.

And so the child now man, is nailed upon a cross. He is placed with common criminals as spectacle before the blood lusting crowd and the lawmakers in their funny hats.
When the mans life has passed, it is declared that he died for all to sin, and it is through this belief that you can become one with GOD in heaven above.
The tale is passed forth through the generations and as like a parasite it spreads to infect all who are encountered to it.
Those that deny a heavenly father, and those that connect with mother earth are ceremoniously murdered, their lands are taken and given unto GOD. The ones given mercy are enslaved, forced to provide crops and labor for resource extraction to the lawmakers and the other representatives of the GOD as well as pay alms to live upon what was once their ancestral land.