I’m scrolling, like a zombie.
With A I in the air.
Doom posting like a zombie.
With radioactive flair.
Good Moonday Lunatics. Welcome to a brand new week on Planet Abundance. How are we going the thwart the despicable, dastardly diabolical scoundrels, this week?
I think I learned the word “despicable” from Daffy Duck.
Door Number 1. Every Day Magic.
Good talkers need good listeners. Not long ago, maybe a few moths now, this guy shows up to the monkey-bars. He says he remembers me from what I called the “Little Park.” It’s our neighborhood park. A five minute walk from where I was lodging back in the day. This might have been anywhere from 3 to even 6 years ago. We’d take the vessel to the park, which had no proper equipment for training, and we’d run, jump, hit burpees, and use gates and fences and arches for pull-ups, bleachers for abs exercises, picnic tables for bench presses, jump ups and such, and of course push-ups.
We shall call Dude, Rick.
Rick is a Christian. He’s not a missionary. Not one to quote scripture incessantly. More of a philosopher. He’s studied psychology, so he knows what humans who have studied psychology know. Philosophy and religion seems like a compatible mix. But maybe not. Philosophy seems to ask questions that religion can’t answer. Many a medieval philosopher has been burned at the stake. The get to that inevitable question, “If God is all powerful, can he create a rock that so heavy that he cannot move it?”
If not for so-called “free will,” humans would not even think to ask that question. This is why we have sayings like, “Ignorance is bliss.” And, “What you don’t know won’t hurt you.” Not a physical hurt, but that splinter that gets lodged in your brain when it starts accepting abstract concepts as truth, but witnesses the exact opposite in the physical world. Whether it’s through the holy hypocrisy of the “church authority,” pedophile priests, or horny televangelists that get caught using donations to pay for kinky sexual acrobatics, the question, “Why?” is always burrowing into the psyche.
Rick believes he’s good. He’s attempting to live up to that belief, but he’s gotten himself into a domestic situation that’s challenging his belief in himself, and his God.
When Rick comes down to the monkey-bars on is lunch break, we spend more time talking than training. My routine is done by the time he arrives. We’ve been showing up at about 09 30 on training days, so by noon, we’ve got it in. There’s time to listen… which is the true “service.” Usually Rick comes up with a story We can relate to. We’ve had similar senses of duty amid similar challenges.
There’s a wavelength between Rick and I, generated by Universe. Uni wants us to be buds.
Door Number 2. Why shit happens.
We no longer question why shit happens. The truth in the answer doesn’t satisfy the human nervous system.
“Why did this happen?”
“Because it happened.” This is truth. There’s nothing to it.
Less than truth, but only slightly so is, “Because it was meant to happen.” It’s a degree below “truth” (by our parameters.) Because it calls for an “opinion.” However, if the happening were not meant to happen, then it would not have happened. There’s a cramped space for dispute, but once you enter that circle, there’s no exit.
Another degree lower, but still in the realm of “truth,” is that Universe wanted it to happen.
This is a lower rung because it suggests that We, (constituents of the Cosmocracy), are not self-actualizing. That we do not have agency within our realm. Back to The Matrix. Neo wants to believe that he is in control of his destiny. If we give over to the idea that Universe is doing this, than why did it do that?
“Why didn’t Universe send me the kind of lover that would turn into a long-term relationship? Instead of some psychopath that wants to bury a knife in my back?”
Ask the Ouija board. Toss your coins. Flip your tarot cards, or get on your knees and pray. Who knows?
Anyway… Number One daughter, Shakira, is traveling. We’re neighbors and part of Dad-duty is checking on her cool, suburban cats. Shakira sets the twins up for success… auto feeder, and a water fountain. Still, we must check every few days, because Little Cat is a self-saboteur. He finds ways to keep the feeder from doing its job. Last week your quasi-cat-sitting vagabond went to check and the feeder was unplugged.
This morning, something sparked in Mind. Go check on the cats. So I did. Dropped what I was doing. Didn’t even pause for the morning cuppa tea. We saddled up and made the five minute walk. When we arrived, the feeder was in two pieces. Not destroyed. It’s a sturdy unit. The bowls were detached from the container. But the thing was still plugged in. We could tell the unit had been doing its because the container was in need of a refill. We took care of that, updated Number 1, and headed back to the Oasis Sanctuary, as we were recording a future segment for the Full Metal Ox series.
We get to the corner and hear, “Hey!”
The vessel wasn’t even startled. It was Rick. He said something about needing to talk. We had not had one of our port workout “therapy sessions” in over a week, because it rained damn near every day last week. But we don’t train on Mondays. By the way, Rick works in the neighborhood. Ego almost suggested that we meet up this way for lunch/chat. But… that didn’t happen. We could envision that turning into an obligation. We’ve been sucked into those vortexes before.
Door Number Three. Conspiracy De-pop Theory and Questions.
Your humble vagabond is of the suspicion that there’s a global depopulation effort afoot. Every morsel of Anglo-Euro-American history we consume finds the diaspora genociding indigenous humans. This happens, literally all around the planet. And it doesn’t occur until these parasitic psychopaths show up. It’s always about wealth and resources. Always! (One might suggest that we include “Land” on the list, but Land is implied because it’s the source of the resources.)
Anyway… today’s episode is about self promotion and another element is about Doubling our Life Spans. What does that take and what does society look like when the average life expectancy is is 120, plus, rather than 80, give-or-take? When humans start living 50% longer, do they start working 50% longer too? Many of the “jobs” humans do shortens their lifespan by 20-50%.
Aside from Emindcipation and Awakening, Longevity is one of the topics we discuss often in the FMO series. Longevity connects us to the depopulation agenda.
I’ll whisper one factor within these “long-term” psy-ops that confuse me as a social observer and a self-styled conspiracy theorist. Who, or what, lives long enough to coordinate a psy-op that takes hundreds or even thousands of years to complete? All of the most dastardly characters in his-story are now dead. And despite their dreams of extra-corporeal immortality, these bio-hackers, and tech-bros will die too… eventually. Humans will not benefit from exterminating humans from the planet.
But back to the longevity question. Not whether it’s possible, but what will society look like when a significant demographic can remember, vividly, 80 to 100 years into the past. But also consider a senator like Mitch McConnell, spending 70 years in the legislature.
Door Number Four. Penny’s Dead? That’s what I said.
Twice is the last five days a check out clerk at a super mercado gave me back my pennies. We did a piece about pennies and up-charges, or “round-ups” and how the US mint stopped creating pennies. Also mentioned in that piece, (which ran in the Full Metal Ox daily video series), was how your humble vagabond is an “exact change shopper.” There’s always small change in the backpack.
The first encounter of the two was in a market where the dominant language is Spanish. My tongue doesn’t have enough Spanish to to debate with cashiers, (with the exception of the Covid psy-op when I learned how to say, “I’m exempt” and “You can’t ask me about my medical condition.”) So when the bill came to whatever dollars and 7 cents. I gave the lady 7 cents. Thinking, that I’m helping the process. I got my pennies back. With a smile.
Today, the worst Aldi cashier in the history of shopping at Aldi, literally on two continents, told me that the penny was dead. “We don’t take pennies,” he said. Besides this guy being slower than the average cashier, he seemed to think it was okay to drop f-bombs, out loud, across check-out lines.
“This place is more fucked up than my store,” he complained to a colleague. In the meantime, all sorts of ill-type gremlin shit was happening. I tendered a fiddy-dolla-bill y’all, and he didn’t have a marker to cancel it, or whatever they do when they mark the bill. So he had to leave the register, which logs him out, if he didn’t do it himself. Meanwhile, the lines are extending way back into the shopping aisles. When he gets back to the register, it doesn’t allow him to enter the $50. The “invalid” message keeps popping up. He asked why this is happening, acquires the correct answer. To which he opines, “That’s fucked up.”
Personally, your boy is not offended by f-bombs. The offense is more about lack of discipline and professionalism than anything else. It’s nothing that will keep me from shopping at Aldi.
Before we close this door and head towards the exit. The time previous to this Aldi adventure, another crowded Moonday around noon, Young-Boy opens a line due to crowds. Quite grateful. I almost always get cash back. It’s an option I use. I always tap the top, $100. Usually I get a bennie back. (A hundred dollar bill.) It still seems like a lot of money to me. I prefer smaller bills. Remember, exact change guy. Young-Boy instinctively reaches for a bennie. I see him reaching for it. Plus, I’ve gotten cash back from his register in the past.
He put the hunnid back and decides to give me a fist full of fivers. I’m thinking, ‘this is different.’ He has to count them out twice. I’m counting while he’s counting. Not out loud.
I told him with a smile, “this is like a bank robbery, small unmarked bills.” I am genuinely grateful to have small bills. He says something about not letting me take all his change, which I didn’t really get, because he’d just spent however much time it took to count out 40 bills, (20 Lincolns, twice.)
I reiterated that I appreciated him opening the line, and giving me the small bills. I counted them one more time before leaving the store. And then, one of those demons showed up. The demon suggested that Young-Boy was trying to somehow inconvenience me by giving me all those bills.
If that was the case, the joke was on him. But there’s also the possibility that he was managing his cash drawer. We shop Aldi often, most humans there don’t use cash. Food cards and credit cards, phones and other. We rarely use cash, but we almost always get cash back. It keeps us out of banks.
Finally, we stopped at our neighborhood Publix. Strawberries on the bogo, 2-fer $4.99. I give the cashier one of those Aldi fives, and I get a shiny penny back. I was ready to leave it in the drawer. Maybe the penny isn’t as dead as the foul-mouthed Aldi cashier thinks. Or maybe it’s dead to Aldi.
“You’re dead to me!”
Exit Door. 4 20 what?
One must be of a certain age to get the significance of 4 20 and its relationship to marijuana. I think it was a California thing. But it’s just another example of how some minor element of life, the time, not the weed, can be perceived as something that’s nothing.
We used to set these posts to release at 4 20 EST, just because of the implications of the clock. We don’t even know if 4 20, time to get high, was ever really an actual practice or just some hype.
Anyway, our evening articles will show up, possibly before sundown in the Eastern United States. But whatever. You can check it anytime. We’re in no rush to pull it down.
Despite the mayhem and chaos caused by humans trying to deal with mayhem and chaos, we are…
Grateful Every Day!
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