Still No Answers

Well, the "blog" and I are both rapidly approaching the point of irrelevance. My mission on the planet, whatever that was, is pretty much done. There is little left for me to do aside from the business of the exodus. I'm really not even in the mood for the exodus. Heck, where am I going to exodus to?

The nagging questions about human existence will never be answered. I am pretty certain that we have been through at least one iteration of advanced civilization prior to recorded history. All traces of such a civilization are gone. What wasn't destroyed during the global cataclysm was subsequently destroyed by humans themselves. I am almost at the threshold of violence when I consider that religion has played a significant role in destroying our legacy. Christianity (i.e., Paulinity) was probably the worst perpetrator. In second place, of course, are the various heinous demagogues who conquered and destroyed other societies for fun. All of the fools are long gone, obviously along with our legacy.

I am continuing to read the book, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath in the comfort (term used loosely) of my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). All I can say is that it is a very captivating book. Incidentally, the Flem-Ath site has been severely hacked. It is now considered an "attack site" for malicious software. I perused it anyway because Linux is immune to such nonsense. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Mind Lock

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai followed the usual routine. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert.

Moms mentioned that one of the neighbors passed on a few days ago. The funeral is scheduled for next week. I will not be attending. Most of the people in the 'hood are the original tenants when the subdivision was first constructed. Thus, there are a lot of senior citizens in the area, many of them quite fragile.

I went through the motions of a "normal" person for the rest of the day. However, my mind has been locked on Atlantis and the antediluvian world. I have been listening to Deep House Cat's "Tiger Claw Mix" CD on and off all day in my vandalized Nissan® Frontier truck. I also downloaded (again) the MP3 file onto my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I have been using Gnome® Mplayer to listen to it. Perfect background for pondering the implications of Atlantis. Let's leave it at that.

Freedom, Where Art Thou?

Another day at the library found the ol' lavahead completing the book by David Zink titled, "The Stones of Atlantis." I was quite captivated by the book even though Zink had utilized the services of "sensitives" (i.e., psychics) to aid in his research. The "sensitives" indicated that their readings pointed to some kind of benevolent extraterrestrial intervention from the direction of the Pleiades star cluster many millennia ago. Obviously, the latter is quite different from David Icke's shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs). I will not comment about the testimony of the "sensitives" because it would be too easy to take out of context. All I can say is that Zink's book should be read in its entirety.

The Atlantis research is beginning to take its toll on my psyche. For the most part, I have accepted the idea of an advanced civilization which existed before recorded history. For the time being, I am accepting only one previous iteration of such a civilization. There is, of course, the probability that there were more than one iteration, each succumbing to some kind of cataclysm. For the time being, one will do fine. I am burdened by the realization that "acceptable science" and "acceptable religion" have been installed as the "gatekeepers" of knowledge. In addition, both institutions have enabled the enslavement and control of the masses.

It really comes as no surprise to me that my last two years of library research in various topic areas has finally converged on Atlantis. Frankly, I am not just looking at Atlantis. The "big picture" is moving backwards in time to trace the origin of humans. In effect, I am attempting to form my own thesis about our purpose for being.

I am not a believer of "spontaneous generation" and the theory of evolution. I have made that clear numerous times. Life is an organic (i.e., animate) structure that is composed of matter (i.e., the inanimate). What separates life from matter itself is the lifeforce or "soul" that is unique to each lifeform. A cell, if spontaneously generated, has no idea what to next. It cannot replicate without DNA, and it certainly cannot will itself to create DNA if it does not know what DNA is. That, of course, is the same problem with the theory of evolution. A lifeform cannot "evolve" something that it has no idea about. If it can't see, it has no idea what it is not seeing. Therefore, it has no way of determining how to optimally design an organ that can enable vision.

Humans are obviously a failure of evolution. As advanced as we claim to be, we should have "evolved" with built-in clothes and shoes. Additionally, we should have been given more options for travel aside from walking and running. Although we come equipped with a rather sophisticated brain, that should not have precluded other "superior" attributes. Why do we seem to have hair in the locations that the chimp is seemingly devoid of fur? Why do we need to trim our hair, fingernails, and toenails?

I have commenced reading, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Wilson and Flem-Ath. The authors have specifically chosen not to delve into the extraterrestrial arena or to include any information derived from "channeling." Although I am open to new ideas at this point in time, I welcomed the authors' exclusions.

In any case, I have moved from an existential crisis to a metaphysical crisis. I am not sure which of the two is worse. The only sad part is that answers are less forthcoming. And, I am even less inclined to participate in the charade we call "society." I don't want to live the rest of my life chained to both ignorance and slavery. I don't want to be a "tool" of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Freedom, where art thou?

One-Man Spending Spree Redux

Well, Dennis Kucinich did eventually sell out and vote for the ridiculous healthcare reform bill. Now, 50 million "Americans" including the ol' lavahead will be forced to purchase substandard health insurance or face a stiff penalty. A great way to start off a shitty day indeed. Nice going, Dennis!

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 7:45am this morning. I had reservations about going, but did so anyway. And, no, this was not a "furlough day." I spent about two hours in the Barnes & Noble® Café sipping coffee and perusing Linux magazines. I have to admit that I have become extremely bored with Linux. Heck, it's only a computer operating system.

I departed for town on the bus at 11am. I resumed my research on Atlantis in the library. Then, I was off to the gym. I rode the bus back to Kahala Mall, retrieved my Nissan® Frontier truck, and drove to the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I had run out of rBGH-laced milk yesterday, so I had to stop off at Foodland Farms. In fact, that's the whole reason I decided to commence the day at Kahala Mall.

When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that someone had "keyed" the entire left side of the truck. There were deep scratches everywhere. I was somewhat upset, but there was nothing that I could do. The vandalism obviously occurred at Kahala Mall, so I drove back to the scene of the crime.

I reported the incident to the mall security patrol. Several security guards inspected the damage and assisted me in filing a report. Obviously, there's not much that will happen beyond the report. With that, I decided to go on a spending spree. I purchased the book, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath for $17 at Barnes & Noble®. I then drove all the way to Kuapa Kai to eat dinner at the Panda Express® for $8 and some change. Why didn't I just patronize the Panda Express® in Kahala Mall? I don't really know. I finally returned to Slob Manor at 6:30pm feeling quite content. And, for dessert, I ate a fresh Apple Cobbler.

I am still somewhat perturbed by the events of the day, so I will limit my commentary on Atlantis. The big problem with the existence of any kind of advanced civilization prior to human recorded history is the discrediting of both "acceptable science" and "acceptable religion." All of the tenets of social order are based upon the latter and former institutions. Imagine what would happen if those tenets were debased.

Tuesday Tidbits (Again)

Another day at the library found the ol' lavahead reading John Perkins' book, "Hoodwinked: An Economic Hit Man Reveals Why the World Financial Markets Imploded - and What We Need to Do to Remake Them." I only read the first part, "The Problem." The second part, "The Solution," would only have been a waste of time since none of it would be implemented by the powers-that-be.

I had procured a cup of coffee at the Foodland on Beretania Street earlier this morning. Upon arrival in town, I alighted the bus near the Capitol district. I strolled through the tree-studded grounds. There's nothing as breathtaking as the majestic banyan trees. There was an endless chatter of chirps from the myriad birds, but only two or three were visible. I stood in awe as I realized what Hawai'i must have been like when it was truly Paradise. Well, those days are long gone.

The class wars are beginning here in Honolulu. The Advertiser had a recent scathing editorial about the homeless titled, "Take Back Honolulu." The situation has become a powderkeg because tourists are now vocalizing their disdain for the homeless. Many are threatening to never return to Hawai'i. In the months to come, I expect to see increasing "sweeps" of the parks and possibly a few skirmishes. Tourism in Hawai'i is failing, and the homeless will be the scapegoats.

As we all know, I have been ranting about crappy food for a while now. The Guardian UK recently published an interesting article titled, "Obesity: The killer combination of salt, fat and sugar," which describes how crappy food is "engineered" to make us crave it. Definitely a worthy read.

Ides of March 2010

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. While I waited for moms to complete various chores, I was able to grind down the soles of my feet with the pumice stone as well as perform a mediocre wax job on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert.

A lot of thoughts have been converging in my puny mind in the last few weeks, so much so that I am having difficulty articulating those thoughts. All of the research and reading that I have been doing ever since I began frequenting the library has essentially converged on human mortality. I cannot seem to comprehend what is the purpose for our existence. Why were we given acute self-awareness and a complete repertoire of complex traits if we are to simply vanish upon expiry? Our existence is simply meaningless.

Of course, my life is much more meaningless than that of the average satanic gargoyle. Once I invoked the exodus, I quickly moved away from the so-called "mainstream." I have forsaken friends, family, and even the need to biologically mate. I have washed my hands of the "ownership society," which only left me a desolate pauper. I don't even want to return to wage slavery, for I fear that I would become distracted. Time really flies when one is distracted.

What really is left? There's no redemption. There's no resurrection. There isn't even universal justice. What's left? Just live and make the most of my short lifespan? Go for broke? My only real regret is that I did not amass enough wealth to truly retire in the way that I want to. I yearn for solitude and freedom, but I can afford neither. This is now the conundrum of conundrums.

Voice in the Wind (Reprise)

Every Sunday morning, the urban nomad itinerary takes me to Ala Moana Center. I first use the public restrooms for obvious reasons. Then, I purchase a cup of coffee to sip on while I sit in the Makai Market. Almost every week now, one of the myriad senior citizens gives me the Sunday newspaper after he has read it. I always thank him profusely. Today was no exception.

At the gym, I heard the hottie gym trainer's voice when I first entered. She was in the training area with a gym member. However, I did not see baby at all. So, I cannot comment on how fine she looked, although baby's hotness is always a given.

I have eaten Foodland Apple Cobbler for dessert in the last three days, if you can believe it. If I keep that up, I'll turn into a fat slob. Sheesh! I also perused the cereal aisle in the market the other day. I cannot believe how expensive most cereals are. And, all of it is "value-added" (read: processed) filler. I thought that the Quaker® Granola was expensive, but I was wrong. And, I can at least recognize what's in the Quaker® Granola. I have no idea what the preformed crap in other cereals is made of.

Well, another essentially useless day has come to pass. I am still "kickin' da can," as the old adage goes. I am no longer certain that anything could motivate me to do anything beyond the urban nomad ritual. Well, at least I have the "blog" to chronicle my demise. Of course, with no legitimate readers, who would learn from the hard lessons that I have detailed?

Gray Cubicle

"I don't want to go back to the gray cubicle." -- Ann, from a conversation on the bus

At the library, I completed reading Otto Muck's book, "The Secret of Atlantis." As far as I can tell, the latter is the definitive book about Atlantis. Let me confess, though, that I am not specifically looking for proof of the existence of Atlantis. I hardly expect any proof to exist. However, I am much more concerned about the existence of reasonably advanced societies prior to recorded history.

I also happened to chat with Ralph, a dean at HCC, when he stopped by the library. He said that Dorothy, former pseudo-professor at the Diploma Mill, had been recently in contact with him through Facebook®. So, he is planning a get-together next week. Ralph also mentioned that he has a teaching position open for me next Fall in the Pearl Harbor Apprenticeship program. While the idea sounds good, I am not sure if I want to return to wage slavery. Being a pseudo-professor does not involve a gray cubicle by any means. However, all forms of wage slavery are a figurative kind of gray cubicle.

When I finally arrived at 5pm back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I washed my Nissan® Frontier truck. I observed that there was absolutely no trace of wax on the paint. I really don't want to wax the truck anymore. I am tired of maintaining my useless possessions.

I also had an interesting chat with the Slob Manor landlord about the ant situation. According to the landlord, the pest exterminators sprayed inside and outside the house as well as the yard. There are also bait traps outside in the yard. So, why is my truck infested with sugar ants?

Post No. 1,412

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's again. Later, for dessert, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream.

I also observed that the sugar ants have once again completely infested my Nissan® Frontier truck. Thousands of ants are in every nook and cranny. Frankly, I have given up. If I park the truck on the street, it gets vandalized. If I park in the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) driveway, the truck is infested with sugar ants. I can no longer do battle with the sugar ants or deal with any of life's other annoyances.

I discovered a post in the David Icke Forums that essentially expresses my own mixed feelings about Icke's new "Moon Matrix" theory:

So not only is humanity controlled by shape shifting reptiles, but by aliens who live inside the Moon???????

Personally I rather admire David for numerous reasons, his attacks on the Capitalist establishment, his opposition to Freemasonry, his "Great Work" on 911 ("Alice in Wonderland") etc., however there are numerous aspects of his writings which I simply cannot bring myself to agree with; he seems to have a habit of latching onto certain rather questionable testimonies (Such as Cathy O'Brien's Reptilian tales) and historical myths and attaching great factual importance to them, and this I think diminishes his credibility and makes him a source of ridicule. It is often impossible to speak of the many things which I believe him to be correct about without hearing the usual allegations of "reptilian shape-shifter" etc. I do admit to similar errors myself in the past however and attaching too much importance to ideas and myths which I now consider to be delusional.

This new theory of David Icke, that the Moon is a "giant spacecraft" seems to me to be a theory which I am sure his many critics will rejoice over, as there will be more fuel for the fires of ridicule.

Well, I decided to take a break from my recent diatribe, at least in the "blog." In my mind, of course, I continue to churn out more thoughts. Perhaps I will be blessed with inspiration tomorrow.

Hogwash

I have been giving more thought to the Good Book, although my religious research has essentially been completed. My opinion of the Book of Genesis has been altered slightly after some deliberation. As far as I can tell, the author(s) of Genesis (allegedly the Egyptian, Moses) described the creation process as transpiring over a period of six days. In my current interpretation, I believe that the author(s) were referring to a 24-hour day (one earth rotation). What other kind of day is there?

There have been numerous attempts to obfuscate the matter by cross-linking another unrelated verse which states that a day to God (of Judaism, Christianity, Paulinity, and Islam) is likened to a thousand years. Obviously, that is how modern day apologists skirt the issue. The six-day creation period becomes 6,000 years, which coincidentally is about the same amount of time as recorded human history. I make this clarification now for the record. The six-day or 6,000-year creation is ludicrous. Of course, the authors of the Scriptures were also "flat earth" believers (refer to the "blog" of September 6th, 2009).

With that said, I am still a Creationist. My Creation paradigm is quite different from the "acceptable" tradition of gods and deities. However, the majority of people always link Creationism with religious beliefs of one kind or another. Obviously, that's all hogwash. Religion is just another component of the severely flawed model of "civilization." And, "civilization" itself is simply a methodology to control the masses through laws, religious dogma, economics, and other tools of oppression.

The gods and deities did not create "good" and "evil." Humans did. The laws and institutions of "society" are human-engineered for the specific purpose of control by a select few. Even the Apostle Paul (founder of Paulinity) stated that it is the Law itself that gives rise to sin. Without the Law, there is no sin.

Mind you, there are human acts which are seemingly morally reprehensible and irrational. However, without universal justice, there is almost no way to classify such acts as "evil" or to inflict punishment (i.e., seek retribution) on the perpetrator. The non-existence of a god or deity who can redeem us or to offer forgiveness certainly validates the latter point. Our souls are terminal with no hope of any kind of resurrection. The only justice is our own expiry. That's when the slate is wiped clean. As can be inferred, my Creation paradigm is not from the "acceptable" school of thought.

As a prologue, here's an interesting quote from the great intellectual, Fidel Castro:

It is a known fact that the homo sapiens has existed for about 200 thousand years, which is no more than a tiny span of the time passed since the emergence of the first basic forms of life on our planet approximately three billion years ago. The answers to the unfathomable mysteries of life and nature have fundamentally been religious. It would be senseless to pretend otherwise and I am convinced that it will forever be this way. The deeper science delves into the explanation of universe, space, time, matter and energy; the infinite galaxies and the theories of the origin of the constellations and the stars; the atoms and the fractions of them that made possible life and its briefness; the more questions man will have in search of ever more complex and difficult rationalizations.

The more involved human beings are in the quest for answers to such deep and complex endeavors related to reason, the more significant the efforts will be to release them from their enormous ignorance on the true possibilities of what our intelligent species has created and can still create. Living and ignoring it is tantamount to a complete denial of our human condition.

Well, I am actually getting ahead of myself. I would like to be a little further along in my research on Atlantis before making any real conclusions. With what I already know, I should be getting on with the business of living. I don't have much time left before the slate is wiped clean. Yet, what can I do? I am trapped in the prison of poverty. Even if I return to wage slavery, I will be trapped in the same prison and placed in solitary confinement.

I have not heard from Capital Pacific Group about the alleged settlement, the details of which are in the "blog" of June and July of last year. The Ides of March will mark three months since the original filing was made. I have made the vow to use whatever money that comes out of the settlement to expedite the exodus (including the quick sale of useless possessions). Ideally, I would also like to move out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) as soon as possible.