… Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats “O Solitude!’
I have been attempting, of late, to unsettle the sediment of my childhood programming.
It is no longer ‘ok’ …
… for me to have these spell-casts skull-king within me.
En-crypt-ed meme-ories …
Encoded instructions …
Deeply rooted in-too-far-structures …
I really don’t know what I expected to find …
… I simply sat, cat-like, and watched and waited.
The biggest, boldest surprise I got was the blatant ‘gayness’ in programmes I remembered as distinctly heroic & heterosexual.
I am a female. The training of my generation demanded that I believe in ‘romance’ & manly heroes.
And that is what I saw. Then.
Now … I am stunned.
Let me try & speak clearly here – I have NO issue with homosexuality.
Likewise I doubt that any homosexual would take offence with my preferences. There is a gay blogger whom I call ‘brother’ & I hope he forgives me for mentioning him, I simply want to make it clear that I couldn’t give a flying fuck which variety of (grown up) humanity turns you on.
What I’m questioning here is WHY our programmers of yesteryear used double-sided sexuality.
…. You know what, I’ve just erased what was here before because I see just a little more clearly.
I said I found ‘gayness’ – because that’s the best word I could think of – but I was wrong. I FOUND what I have been INSTRUCTED to believe is gayness. I actually have no idea what comprises a homosexual relationship – it was only a little while ago that I learned that anal sex is apparently a new kid on the block when it comes to gay male interaction – I was taught via media, that it was ‘standard practice’.
I’ve also been taught that effeminate men & certain gestures = homosexuality.
Plus there was my training in instant homosexual character recognition in movies/tv – often through their larger than life flamboyance.
Why were we taught to read homosexuality in a certain format? And why was THAT format then subtly or not so subtly replayed back to us in heterosexual role models?
“Banacek was a ladies’ man through and through, but that didn’t always stop the fellas taking their best shot” – Really? If you’ve listened to the Celtic Rebel you will pick up on the lightning reference.
It is interesting in my re-watchings, to note that I only seem to see male on male innuendo, suggestion & subliminals. If there was some sort of push towards homosexuality back then, why don’t I see Lesbian suggestivity?
What, I have to ask, happens to an audience that is being told one tale – in this case heterosexual heroes & lotharios – while having their subconscious sold another?
Of course these may be the rantings of a mad woman & there’s no harm in you thinking that way – always better to use your own mind. Still why not try a spot of cat-like reviewing for yourself & I’m not talking about whether something or someone is ‘gay‘ or not, I’m talking about looking to see what mixed messages were directed/director-ed/doctored …
… past your mind & into your subconscious.
To tell the truth the above was actually a sidetrack – it was never meant to be part of this post. Then again none of this was meant to be written about. At the time I was merely attempting a private historical exorcism …
Until that is … I was re-introduced to a once idolised character/actor.
I adored him (the one at the front – Randolph Mantooth aka Johnny Gage).
I adored the show too. It lit up my life.
In memorium for my past, I went browsing for pics of this historical Sir Galahad. He played the part of paramedic so romantically speaking, the programme was ‘modern knight in shining armour-come-ambulance’.
A number of images later …
… and an idea had come to mind.
Or was it a revelation?
Good Lord thought I, he looks like Keanu Reeves.
Now this is actually very significant.
For I have a confession to make.
You see there was a time, where I also adored Keanu Reeves.
I know, I know & don’t tell me what a crap actor he is …
… it wasn’t his acting that appealed back then, goddamit!
You’re not really going to tell me that you’ve never been there?
When I think back to that Keanu-hypnotic-phase, I remember that I was in a very vulnerable & lonely place & I wonder how much that had to do with my fall into ‘fascination’.
When I saw Randolph Mantooth’s face again things seemed to become a whole lot clearer.
You see I was also in a vulnerable & lonely place back when I developed my crush on him …
… his lively, playful char-actor & dark good looks were like a balm at the time.
What I’m wondering now is this …
‘Did a combination of a Keanu movie, combined with concurrent emotional loneliness, trigger off a subconscious meme-ory?
Did it fire up an old inner ‘programme’?
Was my original emotional programming of Mantooth as a rescuer of lonely maiden, resuscitated by a new, yet remarkably similar knight?
Just how deeply embedded are our childhood/teenage heroes?
Just how much do they make up the infrastructure of who we think we are & what we think we like?
What events/feelings/emotions cause them to creep/seep out of our inner woodwork?
And just what are their ‘cherished’ memories doing to the insides of our being?
It’s all very well to look down upon the new generations & shudder, but surely it was the unimpeded orgy of programming that the generations of the 60’s & 70’s & 80’s so heartily swallowed, that has allowed today’s degradations to happen. We ingested so much tele–viled, tel–eviled, televised toxicity that it’s surprising we don’t glow in the dark.
We bought it all & yummed it down.
Perhaps we don’t need to worry about being micro-chipped because we’ve already swallowed so much that we can be ‘activated’ at the flick of a tv switch…
… especially as our filters…
… stopped functioning properly a long time ago.
The etymology of the word ‘show’ is telling: –
“show (n.) c.1300 “act of exhibiting to view” …
Sense of “appearance put on with intent to deceive,” is recorded from c.1526″
If we restructure our own words a bit, we might get another notch freer;
“A code name or cryptonym is a word or name used clandestinely to refer to another name or word. Code names are often used for military purposes, or in espionage …
… They may also be used in industry to protect secret projects” (wiki)
Anyway this is no doom & gloom post. It’s about finding ways to get our lives back.
We are infinitely creative.
Our capacity to heal has merely been numbed & drugged – it had to be, because it’s so formidable that one sneeze would blow cancer into oblivion.
It’s time to heal, our hearts & our spirits -“heal O.E. hælan “make whole, sound and well”
It’s time to spit/vomit out the poison.
There is so much power in the curious eye …
… the willingness to view the world the way a child or an animal does – not to prove or disprove, simply to honestly observe & interact with what is there.
Within us lies a leonine power …
… that can tear deceit to shreds, devour lies, digest pain & nurture & defend our growth.
Yet it is impotent without our eyes.
WE have to be willing to SEE what we are looking at, so that our inner lion understands the course of action to take.
If we look at degradation & laugh because a joke is told in unison or canned laughter prompts us – then we have informed our lion that that is ok, it may pass its defences & roam freely within us.
If we look at cruelty while having our senses stimulated & we choose to continue watching – then we have informed our lion that that is ok, it may pass it’s defences & roam freely within us.
It seems to be that what we are constantly being fed these ‘double-twisted mind fucks’. I am reminded of the second part of the quote that the Celtic Rebel used for his review of the movie Salo – you don’t need to watch it, just listen to his show & note it’s not about homosexuality – it’s about the toxic bitterness that lies behind the death cult of Holy Wood. Here is the quote;
“The act of the sodomite signifies the death of the human species, ambiguously accepting social standards while transgressing them.”
“Ambiguously accepting social standards while transgressing them” – this is how we defeat ourselves day after day.
Every time we are ambiguous, our inner intelligence is weakened.
Every time we refuse to look, our lion is defeated.
We do not need to know answers or how we can accomplish things, our job is to see so that our lion may feed & grow strong again. Our sad little selves are now so weak & listless that it seems like just about everything is too big or too hard or too unrealistic or too expensive or too impossible ….. bleat, bleat, bleat.
Our work is to see & to honestly acknowledge what we see – then our lion will walk with us then & roar for us & guard our back & bring us nourishment.
“On a still night the sound of lions roaring can carry five miles or more and can serve as an acoustic signpost, proclaiming for all who would hear that these lions are owners of this land.”
Many thanks to Ian (from Cosmic Enchilada) for the following
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number –
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you –
Ye are many – they are few.’
This article is brought to you courtesy of an advert on the back of a toilet door.
Well that’s where it all started.
I must admit I’ve added a generous measure of blasphemous views on the cancer of religion.
Oops sorry I meant the religion of cancer.
It seems that the behinds of toilet doors are primal real estate for advertisers these days. Come to think of it, what better place to sell the dirtiest business of them all.
The Cancer Business.
If bowing & scraping before the entity of cancer, or religiously relating car-SIN-o-genetic chronicles to all & sundry is your kind of thing, then this is not the article for you.
Off you go…
OK fellow cancer-ass kickers, let’s get down to brass tacks.
First off, make no mistake cancer does mean business…
… bloodied BIG business
It is without a doubt, an expertly (& savagely marketed) product;
“Since 1971 the United States has invested over $200 billion on cancer research; that total includes money invested by public and private sectors and foundations.”
What we’re looking at, is nothing short of terrorism.
Forget falling planes & towers – at best they can only get a few of us at a time.
Cancer, on the other hand, is aimed at our entire race. Hmmm … as I write this, I see it’s 9.11am.
I’m no diseasologist, but apparently the lumpy thing‘s been around for a while. It has a history. But then again so too do the commoner’s cold & measles.
What we’re looking at in this article, is a media-catered Reign of Terror.
A spectacularly CULTivated disease of the mind.
A gold mine/mind.
We’ve been in-doctor-nated into a trance of cancer (nifty letter-sharing n’est-ce pas?) & the continual, exaggerated threat of death.
Isn’t that terrorism?
As far as breast cancer goes, I decided long ago that I could NOT afford to go lump mining. I was damn sure that if I went seeking, I would get creating – we are creators after all, are we not?
From where I’m standing at the moment, it looks to me like cancer is
a disease of the mind.
The putsch to get us focusing on it, is phenomenal – alarm bells should be ringing.
Perhaps a little visual tweaking of the symbolism is in order.
I don’t think I’d be far off the mark to say that pretty much everyone these days, lives in fear of cancer.
A magnificent campaign has been launched against humanity.
“campaign 1640s, “operation of an army in the field” …. operation = interesting choice of words.
Through a pyscho attack on our psyche, cancer has been manipulated into one of the four-starring apocalyptic positions…
… as the plague upon all our houses.
What’s so much worse is that it has become a veritable religion, where members of the congregation go through it’s rite of passage – either by feeding their flesh to the machine or suffering the agony of watching a loved one succumb.
What the hell is happening here?
I had a wicked chuckle in the street the other day.
A marketing trend has made itself known to me over time – if I wasn’t so thick it wouldn’t have taken so long.
My catholic upbringing hammered into me the fact that God loved me so much that he got his only son hammered onto a tree. He died for me (& you too of course). A common theme of human conditioning has been this plugging of the glory of sacrificing your life for the ‘good’ of others.
But that’s soooo Twentieth Century.
Now the BIG (engineered) question is…
Do you love someone enough to kill them?
I saw this …
… shite movie last year, I can’t remember why I didn’t walk out, maybe because this needed to be written about.
The movie is based on Noel Coward’s play of the same name. Near the ending, we’re informed that the heroine has a homicidal past. Don’t worry, it’s ok, because death was delivered in the name of love – the older man she’d married had caught cancer from an advert & was dying miserably. Love was lethally injected.
… Ahem, a trivial, yet pertinent point I feel … the play was written in 1924
How many people had even heard of that disease then?
The dark deed of the actual play was a little different:
” … Larita once posed for a portrait. Her ex-husband, a jealous man, accused her of having an affair with the painter. She denied it, but the artist – tormented by unrequited love – committed suicide.”
Spot the difference? Unrequited love of the 1920’s has alchemically transformed into cancer today. Make no mistake we are the targets of these cancer-laden themes or should I say our immune system is.
Anyway, here’s the reason for my mid-street chuckle.
I was thinking about how out of vogue Jesus’ death would be today. Well according to statistics most of the apostles would already be dying of cancer & according to the entertainment bible, love demands a wHoly new approach …
Ever get a sense of déjà vu in the aWAReness campaigns?
Actually I tell you what … follow me.
And we’ll both follow Jesus…
… because he’s all wrapped up in the cancer (be)trail.
Oh hang on a mo, JC has just popped into the WC.
This gives me time to update you on some of cancer terrorism of my past week.
First off was a radio advertising ‘campaign’ for ‘cancer insurance‘ – I kid you not! I would have been a whole lot angrier about this had I not nearly wet myself upon finding out that the insurers promise to;
“pay you a lump sum if you are diagnosed with cancer.”
I’m not sure if it’s a pay per lump scheme…
As I drove home from work the other night I found myself stuck behind a car whose licence plate was selling the Rancid Society & Rancid Support – oops what a sillybilly I am, I meant ‘cancer’ not ‘rancid.
Half a kilometre later I was home & checking my letterbox.
There was an envelope. Oh goodie!
From my doctor. Oh bugger!
It is now time for you to have a mammogram. It is important that this investigation is carried out on a regular basis … bleat bleat bleat”
Let me tell you about another NZ doctor. In her book “The Cancer Conspiracy,” Dr Jeffrey’s paints a different picture (one without sheep);
“… for every 1000 women … one breast-cancer death is avoided whereas the total number of deaths is increased by six.”
and why might this be? Gee well let’s see …
… “there is clear evidence that the breast is extremely radiosensitive and ionising radiation is a well-known cause of breast cancer.”
The breast has been the target of a very long assault campaign, which we’ll get towards once Jesus gets out of the toilet. In the meantime there’s one other breast related topic I’ve long meant to mention. What follows are some mind levers – just pop them under your brain to help keep the door open to possible truths:-
“According to some sources, wearing an underwire bra can lead to fibrocystic breasts because the compressing of the breasts and upper ribcage area due to the underwires can cause toxins to well up in the lymphatic areas of the breasts … More and more doctors are beginning to voice concern that wearing underwires or other tight-fitting bras may lead to breast cancer … In a 1975 article … Dr. George Goodheart … explains what he termed the “Antenna Effect,” … any metal constantly applied to any given energy channel or site on your body can have the same stimulating effect.”
“Dr. John D. Andre, D.C., N.D. (Dangers Of Underwire Bras) describes two important neur-lymphatic reflex points, one below your right breast that corresponds to your liver and gallbladder; and the area below your left breast that corresponds to your stomach.
“… continued stimulation causes sedation of that point and subsequent decrease in its associated function. It’s a mechanical thing. If a woman keeps the metal underwires on top of those reflex points, over time that will mess up the functioning of the associated circuits: liver, gallbladder, and stomach. Bottom line: it will make her sick; slowly and quietly.”
It’s nigh on impossible to get bras without metal these days. No programmed woman dare leave home without her breasts erupting from a wire scaffold.
I have a feeling that the breast is a source of great power;
“breast O.E. breost “breast, bosom; mind, thought, disposition,” from P.Gmc. *breustam “breast” … Figurative sense of “seat of the emotions” was in O.E”
“LOOKING AT BREASTS MAKES MEN LIVE LONGER … new research published in the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine shows that 10 minutes of ogling a gal’s endowments provides men with a cardiovascular workout equal to a 30-minute aerobics workout in the gym … five-year study of 200 men [found] that breast-oglers had lower blood pressure, less heart disease and a healthier pulse … “There is no question that gazing at women’s breasts makes men healthier and our study proves it,” explained Dr. Weatherby. Engaging in this activity a few minutes daily cuts the risk of stroke and heart attack in half.”
The explanation behind the above study is that sexual arousal is responsible for the health benefits. I suggest it has far more to do with the breast as the seat of human nurturing. In my last little post I quoted a spanish proverb;
“Of soup and love, the first is best‘
… and that’s an exquisite example of the power of the breast – it is love & it feeds love. Look to where it lies – directly above the heart(h).
And that’s why we’re following Jesus.
You see, I just can’t see how the twinning of the lumpy plague with the crabby sign …
Why do we have the twinning of a star sign, that equates to ‘the home’, with a malignancy?
What happens when a killer disease has the power of the zodiac at it’s back?
Let’s dig a little.
“Cancer is the fourth astrological sign in the Zodiac, originating from the constellation of Cancer … In astrology, Cancer is considered a “feminine”, negative (introvert) sign. It is also considered a water sign and is one of four cardinal signs. Cancer is ruled by the Moon … Under the tropical zodiac, the Sun enters Cancer on the moment of summer solstice by definition, or roughly on June 21, leaving it around July 22.” wiki
“The true meaning of Cancer can best be understood by considering it’s position in the seasonal year. Cancer marks the Summer Solstice … The moon rules the sign of Cancer. Since the sun is at it’s zenith at the Summer Solstice, the symbols of Sun & Moon, masculine & feminine, are united in one archetype; the mystic marriage“.
“Cancer is one of the two great gates of the zodiac. It is the gate into the world of forms, into physical incarnation, and the sign wherein the duality of form & of soul is unified in the physical body.”
“Through Cancer, or the ‘gate of man’, the soul descends upon earth (to unite with the body).”
“Cancer has always been known since ancient times … to be the sphere of the soul … the GATE OF LIFE in the zodiac whence the spirits coming into rebirth, enter our sublunary positions.”
“Esoterically Cancer is ruled by the moon, which is always the mother of form, controlling the waters and the tides...”
“Something stupendous takes place on earth as a result of the full moon’s forces. These forces shoot into all vegetative growth; but only if the full moon was preceded by some rainy days.” Water brings “about a distribution of the lunar forces within the earth.”
“Cancer is the natural ruler of the Fourth House of the Zodiac, commonly referred to as “The House of Family & Home” & known in Vedic Astrology as the “Subterraneous Place.” … represents the childhood home & all that implies. It is the place of an individuals deepest personal roots … the location of a person’s most intimate & ingrained nurturing. In addition this house is the place of human ending … “from dust we come & to dust we go,” thus completing the mortal circle. The Fourth house has been classified as the “Womb of Eternity,” where all things come into being & pass out of being at the appointed time...
… It is the House of Genesis & also Nemesis.”
“This sign is sometimes called the coffin by the Hebrews … whilst early Christians called it “the grave of Lazarus”.”
“Cancer was originally called the birth month of Jesus … in very ancient days, the birthday of the infant sun gods was in Cancer. We are told:
The birthday of the infant Jesus, being arbitrarily set by the priests, produces a serious discrepancy, as we are told he was born in a manger. The manger is found in the sign of the summer solstice, the constellation Cancer, which was called the gate of the sun through which souls were said to descend from their heavenly home to earth …” E. Valentia Straiton, The Celestal Ship of the North.”
“Perhaps more than any other sign, Cancer is symbolic of the passive, receptive but profoundly powerful & encompassing female force in nature …
... the all-nourishing or all-devouring mother.”
Diana, Princess of Wales was born 1 July 1961, making her a Cancerian mummy… meanwhile back at the ranch … Prince William was born on June 21, 1982 – “His birth took place just after a solar eclipse at the summer solstice.” Interesting entree n’est-ce pas?
The linking of Cancer to the moon was forever thrust home in the Summer of ‘69 …
… when a man with a strong arm made a birdie, (a big birdie) in a lunar bunker.
In The Book of the Moon, author Richard Stroud talks of the biodynamic Rudolf Steiner’s view of the moon as …
… “an amplifier, channelling, focusing & magnifying the other cosmic forces.”
This is a pregnant information indeed, for the tropic of today’s conversation.
Let’s get a little more playful & ridiculous.
One of the reason I’ve been bringing mummies into play in this volume, is because of Cancer’s Egyptian past.
What follows are some pickings I’ve plucked from the internet – how factual they are I’m not sure – at the moment I’m more concerned with deeper levels of awareness that come through painted pictures, that cold hardened fact.
“In the zodiac of Denderah, the sign Cancer is represented by a beetle called in Egypt, the scarab. The word “scarab” means “only begotten” ; it stands therefore, for birth into incarnation … The month of June in Egypt was called “meore”, which again means “rebirth”.”
“Popular interpretation in modern academia theorizes the hieroglyphic image of the beetle represents a triliteral phonetic that Egyptologists transliterate as … “to come into being”, “to become” or “to transform“.”
“For the Egyptians, Cancer was represented not by a crab, but by a scarab (or dung) beetle, sacred to Egyptians as a creature of immortality. The beetle is clearly linked to the moon’s twenty eight cycle…
…It deposits its ball of eggs, rolled in dung in the earth, for the space of twenty-eight days, which is the time it takes for the moon to complete a full revolution through the twelve zodiacal signs. The Egyptians considered the twenty-ninth day to be a day of resurrection, and according to lunar markings, there occurs the baptism of the beetle, when the scarabeus casts his ball into the water, opening to give birth to the young beetle.”
“The scarab was linked to Khepri (“he who has come into being”) , the god of the rising sun”
“A very special type of scarab… was placed within the wrappings of the mummy approximately over the heart … the heart was usually left in the chest as it was thought to be the centre of thought & emotion … as the most important controlling organ in the body it needed very special protection and required extra defensive measures at the weighing of the heart.”
Now lets come back to the present.
America is the land that we all ‘watch‘.
Not so long ago I got the mental image of it as a huge outdoor cinema & then suddenly it’s name seemed to clarify – I’ve often wondered about it’s name.
BIG names are never haphazard.
Have a look at this;
Cancer (the disease) is well & truly part of the Holy Wood movie industry now.
And if God can get it, what chance do we have?
There’s is however another movie that’s come out of that dark place, that’s a whole lot sneakier.
It said a whole lot.
The Mummy aka Cancer Central Station
First we’re shown a digram of the disease – look at the wall … then we’re shown how the man himself brought the disease to life, by digging/cutting it out (what does this tell us?)
… then we’re shown a man invaded by scarabs aka cancer …
… we see another being operated upon – having his ‘cancer’/scarab removed
… and we’re shown a man who’s been ‘ravaged’ & wasted away by cancer/scarabs
… and here’s Chemotep, with his lack of hair to signify his successful treatment’.
We’re also re-introduced to the idea of plagues in the movie – with a quick gallop through all ten of them …
NEWS FLASH: “Cancer is a modern day plague that is fast becoming the number one killer in the world”
… and we’re shown a swarm/plague of scarabs & the hopelessness of fighting them.
Perhaps this is all just flightless fancy – but it’s interesting that when operated upon the word;
And I believe it was Aferrismoon who pointed out that the presidential elect of Camera, Cinema America is a backwards scarab – barac.
But then again the Cancer beetle has been worshipped …
“Each astrological sign is assigned a part of the human body, viewed as the microcosmic counterpart of the heavenly signs...
… Cancer rules the breast & belly. Caesius likened the sign to “the breastplate of the righteous” in Ephesians VI:14”
So why is so much attention focused on that part of the anatomy which corresponds to the anatomical home…
… of Cancer.
We have just entered a full month long orgy of breast cancer focus.
Pink the colour of the heart & of love, the colour that the baby sees within the womb, the colour of healthy human tissue has been thieved from us by the Church of the wHoly Malign Cancer Campaign.
It has been a relentless, award deserving campaign – I have to take my hat off to the advertisers & promoters. Did you know you can even name a star after cancer – because it’s not enough to have it just on this planet – we need to spread it out to the universe – hallejuah.
I hope you understand I mock no one with ANY disease.
But has any ‘promoter’ or ‘awareness addict’ stopped to question what they are spreading with their razor-like focus on this disease? What if THAT is what’s causing cancer to become a plague?
I have read that in cultures where that disease is unknown, it’s occurrence is extremely low.
OK I’ve had more than enough of using the ‘C’ word. From here on in, I revert to my previous naming of it as ‘knickers‘. I was being lenient on new readers – but I’ve had a gutsful.
Also I’m running out of time.
My weekend is almost up.
So lets have a little mini round up.
Why did I choose to link Knickers to the zodiacal crab?
Gut feeling is my answer to that question.
And if there is a link between Knickers & Cancer, then GUT FEELING becomes hugely significant. It has the potential HEAL & to reverse …
… the media spread plague of ‘knickers’.
Let me share some more information about the energy of the Cancerian constellation.
Please note anything in different colour writing & with “speech marks”, is not my work. I borrow from others. I apologise if I’m slack on giving credit – sometimes it’s very hard to know where the info comes from & in truth I just want to get out these ideas as they come to mind. I don’t ask for any money & I figure you’re clever enough to research anything you want to know, yourself.
So lets get on – think for yourself as you read the following, use your gut feelings – these words are about the Cancerian star sign OR are they?
“Cancer is the sign of instinct, of herd life, of mass reaction. It represents the subconscious mind, hereditary instinct and the collective imagination. It stands individually, for the totality of the life and the consciousness of the cells in the body”
“The unevolved Cancer native is immersed in the mass; he is an unconscious part of the great whole, and therin lies the problem; for the average Cancer person, as well as for the aspirant who is performing the labour of this sign, is subjected to the urge to lift himself up out of the mass to which he is held by his instinct, and to develop instead the intuition, which will enable him so to rise. This sign is sometimes called “the coffin”, by the Hebrews.”
“There is no success for the aspirant until he has transmuted instinct into intuition, nor is there right use of intellect until intuition is brought into play, interpreting & extending the intellect & bringing realization.”
“Three words summarise the objective self-awareness or the conscious aspect of the evolving human being: instinct, intellect, intuition… [Cancer] is predominantly the sign of instinct; but the sublimation of instinct is the intuition. In the same way, as matter has to be lifted up into heaven, so instinct has to likewise be lifted up & when it has thus been transcended & transmuted, it manifests as intuition… The great need … now is to develop … intuition & to become familiar with that instantaneous recognition of truth.
That last bit is the nutshell of this article – where I think we have to go.
The world seems to be rammed & jammed solidly into either instinct or intellect right now. If I was to say where I think we are meant to be headed, it is within – to a wondrous DAILY/HOURLY/MOMENTLY reunion with our intuition. If we are not using it then we are living in sheep pens and/or we have our intellectual heads ‘rammed’ right up our own arses. I do not think I know stupider people than the ones who are intellectual, & I am quite happy/sad to include myself.
What if Knickers is a disease of blocked intuition?
What if we need to chew more (tumour) on the info we are being fed & then spit it out if it doesn’t ‘feel’ right/rite to us?
What if Knickers is a form of worship?
One thing it generates is money. Masses & masses of it.
It’s a bloody gold mine!
Look at the word ‘money‘ a moment.
I wonder, I wonder if that word should be spelled as MOoNEY …
Michael Jackson was a monied moon walker who died ‘Of Cancer‘ – 25th June 2009.
You know I rather think that the Cancerian ‘69 symbol has the ‘look’ of the dollar ($) sign.
And now I’m wondering how much Knickers may also be connected to the cycles of the moon – perhaps WE can reverse it by correctly using the waxing & waning of the moon. I’m guessing it would be in conjunction with water.
We could also reverse it with a ‘spell‘ – Recnac – maybe that would do more than endless years of pretty pink research.
I’d better rap this up – but we’ll go out in style with Cleopatra – not that we’ll ‘go out’ IN the style of Cleopatra – I realise we’re all dumb asps, but there’s no need to take it to extremes.
What I wanted to say was that Cleo’s name is so remarkably like the scarab beetle, as to be down rite conspicuous;
CLEOPATRA = Famous Queen
COLEOPTERA = Order of beetles – included in their family are scarab beetles – symbol of the Cancerian constellation, who’s corresponding anatomical body part, is the breast.
What is this attacking of the breast really about I wonder?
And finally, when you hear the word carcinogen again, why not hear it with different ears;
car-(KA-life force component of the soul) – CIN (SIN = moon good)- o GEN
The best of health to one & all
Additional: This was sent to me by André
“I was on my way to work when I suddenly came across an outdoor ad concerning the Portuguese League Against Cancer. And guess what?
This is their logo.
Top of their goals list is:-
” To spread information about cancer and to promote health education programs on how to prevent it.”
tsk, tsk, tsk
it’s all ‘arse about face‘
Information killed the cat, curiosity brought it back
Thanks André for using your eyes :)