On Terence McKenna: Seeking the Stone, by bud oracle (click for Psychedelic Society)

After watching Terence McKenna through part one of “Seeking the Stone,” I filled up the bowl of my hash pipe and settled in eagerly for part two.

Seeking the stone Part 1

Seeking the stone Part 2


Wow, is all I can say. I have really been unadulterated by current speakers such as this Guru, so can honestly say that I wasn't influenced by his words . What struck me is that my Psychedelic experiences led me to the same understandings, “the same complexity” being drawn by the transcendental attractor.

This must be due to the real dimensionality behind these effects: that they help each individual reach this universal truth if they seek it.

It must must be a universal truth achievable in full blown understanding, through the use of Psychedelic substances, because many diverse cultures and users come to the same points of awareness.

I am humbled that he describes me as a shaman, an Oracle, to the Tee. Unlike some people who are called forth to market with zeal their experiences, recounting their own transcendence, I am called to distill my own encounters to an essence. An Oracle is called to express this distillation without any self directed artifice, not even relating this insight in a linear way, but in itself as an illusion, as a reflection of the original hallucination, perhaps.

Here's where human shortcomings and Oracular abilities intersect in the great vector of universal transition: Sometimes I am so bang on it scares me, and at other times, well...... not so good.

There is a certain assurance if I associate truth with vision. This feeling can not be mistaken. It is a “knowing” that I can easily recognize.

I have come to the same conclusions independently as this man and have been driven to this present same stand in time. I'm a proton in flight, I'm the “central singularity” the black hole attractor, as well as all that is not.

I truly have to shake my head when I remember my honest experiences with the “holy rollers” full gospel Christians. Twice in my life they corralled me! I'm always sincere and I admit, a bit of an actor who craves the limelight, so took up both invitations to be baptized. Hey, I am the guy that will take two hits of acid when one is recommended, so why not two baptismal ceremonies? Can't go wrong? Right?

WRONG

Silly me! It was fun though! I did come away with a lot of biblical knowledge deep within my soul. Through the Psychedelic chemistry I understand the truth of some of it. For the rest, it is like the dangerous mushrooms: I recognize which ones they are and don't do them.
What goes on in these churches is not true spirit filled moments; rather a play enacted to resemble in some ways an altered state in my opinion. To me, even though I tried it my self by mumbling, sincerely seeking, straining my senses, trying to feel something, it never really came.

There is no comparison with this full gospel stuff and the real effects of a powerful Ethnogen. I truly feel that one must come to these experiences when ready, not pushed into them through mass marketing, consumer pressures. Rather, when a person of a philosophical, adventurous, or curious nature feels that they may enhance their experience of life, these experiences should be treated with reverence and communal learning in wonder. Perhaps even a short course on the history and the effects of each substance and a semi controlled setting of a communal nature for an initial experience might also be wise.

If this kind of value were placed on such experiences we would see wondrous nuances of knowledge coming from left field, and be happy riding our bikes at the same time. This is the part of where my Institutionalized Idiocy, exactly matches his understanding (and it is only his, as he says) this is mine derived at independently, too. I too don't believe in pure Darwinism, where only natural selection will direct the outcome, blindly. As I mentioned, with Humans it is also mutations of thought which move us forward, therefore it is the oppression of the left creative thinkers, which is restricting the flow of this huge river of thought. A restoration of this flow to its formerly natural levels could very well be possible with the resurgence of the use of Psychedelic substances. All signs gleaned from legitimate research indicate that this is so. Yes it is a direct threat to consumerism!

BUT.........

CONSUMERISM IS A DIRECT THREAT TO ALL LIFE ON THIS PLANET........

bud oracle 2008

A casting from the Crucible of the Refiner's fire (Audio)

Can someone have real affairs on line?
Can we have cyber-orgasms?

This bit of writing was inspired by the first thing I read this morning, “ARTHUR BLACK: Calling all computer geeks: it’s time to get real,”. At the same time I'm reading, Jian Ghomeshi, is interviewing people on the topic of the great comics of the last era, George Carlin, Albert Brooks, Richard Prior among them and how the all parodied their audiences and helped affect real change by giving people perspective via introspection. This, of course, carried me back to the DMT experience I had for the first time last night. I wonder if this feeling of a super mentally “lubricated feeling,” as if my thoughts are on a frictionless film, racing by, jumping from one fleeting entanglement to another, is a residual effect? I rather like it, but they seem a bit elusive, hard to coral at first. I have a feeling that writing them down will be achievable. You be the judge!

Back to the top of the stack, for refreshed operational potential, like I imagined the next Noseeum taking up its position, providing a continuous tactical coverage by the invisible defensive net. Another thought slips by.

Next comes a 15 minute language laden encounter with the Odd Barnacle as he walks by my “cage,” off for a walk in the deep snow. The traffic is light below on Great Northern way. The Barnacle is a well read guy and like most of my friends, likes to use words effectively. It's real fun!!

The gist off it was this piece of writing, the fluid residual effects, what he's read by the researchers on the subject of DMT, and how it all might fit in. Even unto the ramblings in this article did the conversation travel. We touched on why I was led to my present course this late in life. We both wondered as to why I wished to be refined in this crucible, or at least my impression of it.

I truly feel that I am being led by the spirit. He is in general agreement, but voiced the question about how to make the wider world aware of the solutions to our misery. Our culture treats me with ridicule, while other cultures would cherish people such as I with traditional respect. Barnacle, voiced the rhetorical question about how to get something like this to fly and hopefully fertilize the whole of humanity with the seeds for fresh perspectives.

We touched briefly on how one might ignite such a movement. That's when I stated that one needn't really have a plan if you are following the spirit within, in fact it is best to leave all personal control fencing out of it, and let the wild mustangs gallop where they will. The spirit must have a plan if one is necessary, I don't need one. All I need to do is to go where I am urged to wander, to stampede.

Our conversation touched on my oversensitivity, upon which he remarked a few days ago, as I was recounting a family story gleaned from my father's war adventures (he had asked me what division my father fought with in Stalingrad). I break out into minor, but real emotional distress and can go to tearing up when recounting a story, easily. The next verbal paragraph, I might range to the tones of an aggressive threat, a dangerous man with violence in the deep undertones. I have learned through experienced to unconsciously put my emotions into my voice, sometimes to my great detriment. Yet I love it! I count myself a full range Primate in many aspects of my personality and character. Some people may judge this less than normal in a derogatory sense, perhaps a mental imbalance of some sort. I say that they are the ones missing the special colored marbles that I was fortunate to have been born with, perhaps even have enhanced a bit.

Anyways, I can be in the passenger compartment of the Swiss Air flight over Peggy's cove, the moment I hear the first live radio message. Immediately, as now, I taste the plastics laden smoke and fear, I hear screams/wailing/moaning, feel hands clutching loved ones. I was there in one micro second with the full emotional impact rippling through all my senses. You may not like it. I love the full bipolar extremity of this range, thoroughly, deeply. I believe it is what drives me to write. Other writers must have this gift as well. How could you not have it and presume to write scenes where such a spectrum of emotions is required?

We broke off, and he went about his business after he gave me a beautiful Xmass card, which has also now touched me into tearing up a bit. Here is the conclusion I came to in our conversation: I am doing all these things, being honestly led there by my spirit. I have no plan. People, and new avenues present themselves to me in my time of need, as they are required. It is not important that I understand the process as if they fit into some kind of over arching plot. That's the human in us that wants to control everything in a finite sense, isn't it? This summation flowed from me spontaneously, “All I am, is a casting being poured from the crucible of the Refiner's fire.”

Back to the top of the stack for real this time.

Here is the beautiful bow that I will attempt to tie Arthur Black's article up with. For sure I believe that one can have real sex on a computer with, or without, an avatar. All the sensory mechanisms and responses are there. The cyber conversation flows in a reciprocating form; one posts, the other answers. There is the physical touching and “caressing” of the keyboard, which in my case ranges widely from pounding in aggressive assertion, through a gentle furtive pecking. There is the audio and visual of course, if you have it. I don't have a live interface in my face though, and feel I don't need it (although I've only ever attempted cyber flirting and never tried to go all the way before). But the very best, and most sensual human interaction during live sex can be accessed fully, I believe via the keyboard, too! I think a woman's, and a man's sexiest attribute which they might bring to a tryst, would be their imaginations. On this medium there is no limit to the orgasms attainable via my imagination, I am sure! It now seems something that I might wish to try, (for exploratory and research purposes only, of course.)

To everyone who might choose these venues, be happy and explore, while remaining spiritually true.

And here is my first vulgar gift, al la George Carlin: Hey guys happy “keybroading”!!!!!!!!!!

Just who is God? Bud's Quest as an Oracle (Audio)

An Oracle's quest is never ending. I was born that way. When the question "why" quits forming in my mind, I will likely be dead. There is nothing that I will take on the face of it for long.

This morning I heard the tail end of an interview with a U of Calgary Prof, Biologist Stuart Kauffman. He tells us about his quest to re-imagine God and re-invent the sacred. It sounded right up my ally and so I remembered to download it tonight.

I was on this track again when blogging during the day, as always.

The following is an email I sent to the current. It says it all.

I loved the podcast today on Reinventing god.

For me the part of the natural processes which are of this bio entity
that I believe makes us a part of this "god entity," also gives us the mechanisms that can complete our understanding of it. The natural ethnogens can be, and have been in the past, the form of spiritual enlightenment of itself. Where else, but from these altered states did our imaginations come up with some of these vast concepts?

It's aprobo that Gian G is presently talking to this actor who claims that "drugs were a big problem." To label all substances, which are unfamiliar to us presently with the addictive dangerous sign, is unfair. As I said in a post on topix.com today, A certain proportion of humans have the propensity to become addicted to many different substances, both legal and recommend, to illegal and discouraged.

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        fred wrote:
        hey bud, i see you brought some freinds from across the border.
        maybe they know who rougee dusette]misspell] was. listen people
        dont die from weed, people die from people, and stupidity. jdub
        you may be rght about the worst drugs being prescription drugs,
        very dangerous, alot of abuse and addictiveness that comes w/
        them.look at narcotics for pain. i once had a pres. for
        methadone, for 6 mnths. i have a bad back. the meds were a blast
        to be on,but took me 6 wks to dry out and they almost killed me.
        so what are the real demons? pot or scrips you tell me?
       
        
That's a good question: What are the real demons?

I firmly believe/know that the demons are within each of us ready to go out of control in many different ways given the slightest chance.

I believe by allowing the government to try to mitigate the harm of each individual person from their very specific problems, is folly.

First of all, it gives each wimpy personal demon, which we all have, the capacity within us to conquer a huge national, even international presence and the power that goes with it. the individual demons form criminal organizations.

All these free choices with their attendant demons, as well as victories, can make each of us more self reliant and confident to tackle more challenging monsters in the future, should they crop up.

In effect, by denying each our personal growth through freedom of choice, the government makes a mount Everest out of a mo hill.

Thereby causing much more addiction through the aggressive marketing of truly dangerous drugs by criminal entrepreneurs, filthy rich and totally careless over any ones health.

Recent studies on addiction show that there will always be a certain percentage of the population that succumbs to addiction, the substance truly doesn't matter.

Please listen to my scientific argument on which my successful claim of right has been stablished.

I have sent this personal reasoned argument "Institutionalized Idiocy" in to all the ministries of both levels of government more than six months ago and I continue to openly sell prohibited substances without interference, so it must be valid. I have been complimented by academics of UBC and SFU on it:"



What do I seek in my drug use? I seek adventure, revelation, understanding, in Psychedelics and a pleasant state of being when smoking marijuana, none of which anyone has the right to deny me, or even judge me for. The irrational fears and judgment go to your own loss and denigration. No one can see clearly with the blinders of conformity on, even a little bit. If you don't want this experience, don't do it, that's your choice. You better leave me to mine, or we are going to have a problem.

I'm quite rational when I tried DMT for the first time after listening to your podcast, tonight. I had heard that it was more intense than LSD, that real hallucinations of fantastic visions of creatures giving you the secrets of the universe, but speaking in colors and visual patterns were possible. As an Oracle, I wanted revelations on the subject so I gave it a whirl.

To begin with, I do have a concern for not hurting myself, so I researched it thoroughly and had a small bit of anxiety when I embarked on my quest, seeking the unknown. I wore a glove on the hand holding the pipe in case I lost awareness and passed out so as not to burn myself, settled into a comfy chair and exhaled all the air in my lungs for a long uninterrupted inhalation.

When the deep inhalations of the vapor began their effects, I continued to be aware enough on one level to wait for a minute to put the hot pipe down carefully and let the drug's effects wash over, through me. Certainly a very powerful hallucinogen which leaves your conscious awareness intact.

Did I see god? No.

Rather, I was looking from his mind through his mind's eye, and seeing with his eyes while understanding with his soul.

For sure I am god. There is no doubt.

What's the significance of it?

That is a variable which depends totally on the individual, isn't it?


Here is a video which I found Jan 9 2009 which reminds me of this experience.

I've also tried another DMT session since the first one and recorded it on Jan 12

There is no moral reason that these tools shouldn't be used by those called to use them. People of reason must see that this is a more valid mechanism to gain enlightenment, than the Roman Catholic Church or any organized religious fraud, because it is so personal and very natural.

I'm sure the propaganda against these experiences as "dangerous drug use," was originally so that no new perceptions of reality, spirituality, might threaten/challenge those already established religious cons. The non denigrated, perhaps promoted as safe mystical experiences of these altered states, would foster a new attitude. Open searching with these substances would lead to an individual spiritual Renascence, which could bring much needed rejuvenation to our societies. I see it as a safe antidote to the dangerous, addictive, fraudulent, enslaving drug of consumerism, marketed constantly from every venue, while at the same time destroying our biosphere. We are suffering the effect's spiritual stagnation throughout the entire world. People are craving this natural enlightenment, but their needs are not being met by the current religions, rather they are being further corrupted into sometimes violent political fraud, and oppression of all stripes.

I believe that without this enlightenment, rejuvenation, we as a species may not survive.

I started to write this when the effects had almost worn off. Psychedelics have never impaired me in any way, rather enhanced my perception/awareness in a myriad of ways.

I had a very entertaining conversation with an intelligent friend starting about halfway through the 15 minute experience, when he knocked on my door. He wrote the podcast "The Origins of Conservatives and liberals," Odd Barnacle. It means a lot to me to have such a depth of intelligent people who are in my life. Although I am always broke, I am a very happy, rich feeling person.

Have a great day. I love your programs they are rarely boring!

Bud the Oracle.

PS. I have served my Claim of Right.

A White Wolf's midnight stroll.

The White Wolf loves the snow. Tonight was our first real snowfall. The city was strangely subdued, as tranquil as the traffic was light. The one inch of colder snow that covered the earlier slush felt almost like sawdust. The millions of flakes sparkled in the many different colored lights pretending daylight with all the white to reflect off.

Aloofus hasn't come in to sleep since the weekend when the rains stopped and the temperature plummeted. He loves the below freezing stuff. His coat stays in good shape if he stays out. I can't get him to come in at all, so there is no point in trying. He is wild at the core and doesn't like being confined. It still makes me shake my head at the time the SPCA left a warning on my door about him not having adequate shelter, because he was tied under a tree in a rain shower, during August. Give someone a uniform and they know it all, I guess.

We strolled to Trout Lake in the falling snow. He is in such prime shape, running, playing in the snow like a young dog, although he will soon be six. Aloofus lives to be off leash. Then he puts distance between us; around 50 to 150 meters in the park. Off on the marking, sniffing and investigatory Wolf's job, while I walk lost in my own thoughts. I never have to keep my eyes on him. He never looses me.

At the south east end of the lake, he stopped in his tracks, looking up a few seconds before a flock of whistling ducks came in low between us. We stood silent as they began to glide on final. They came, a chorus of peeps, in two waves and landed in a soft splashing noise just hidden by some bushes.

For Aloofus and I, it was a wonderful, rare, winter wonderland experience. The lack of traffic was so special. Two young men walking up Commercial on the West side going south just by 11,th stopped to chat briefly. They were gorging on Uncle Fatih's Pizza: 2 large well built tasty slices plus a pop, $4.00 (Commercial Drive and Broadway NW corner). They were friendly as most people are in this town and were also thrilled there was not much traffic. I gave them my website info and hopefully have some more customers. I like dealing with happy, outgoing fun people as much as possible and they look like they type that would be friends as well as clients. The shorter one introduced himself as Chris after we had parted, striking me how one sided I have become in my introductions. This surely is because of my recent campaigning stint and must be curbed, If I don't wish to be disregarded myself. What goes around comes around.

When we came back to our home park China Creek Park at the North West end, just behind the fence was someone camped in a fairly large domed tent. I stepped close and heard the subdued roar of a small gas heater. There were no other homeless which Al and I came across tonight, other than this tent. I see he has been here for several days now. Yard bags full of bottles and cans were close to his cold home. It looked like he had made more than me today. I had very few clients and nobody has money. The economy is effecting all of us. I do sell to my customers in small amounts if that is all they have. Someone has to serve this niche market. I'm so glad most don't drink. Those that do don't buy much pot. These things cost too much money in this economy. Pot is non addictive and so when they are out it is no big deal. The truth is that I could go without pot but the computer would hurt if it blew up again. If I couldn't write, I'd be Jonesin', like the worst junkie.

Al just loves our outings. To be with a Wolf is so special. My heart is so filled with the treasure of our moments that I want for not. The money will come. It always does! I've got this writer's monkey on my back. It owes me some thing for all the abuse I'm put through, chained to the keyboard. One can only be patient, not expect anything, and grab on to the moments of joy as they go by.

Season's greetings and a practical advice (click for wild photo)

Cold enough for Christmas?




This is a personal greeting from Bud the Oracle, pregnant with good wishes and love, as well as practical advice for my friends and all!

May you be firmly, warmly, secluded with your loved ones and want for naught.

This picture was sent to me and I thought that I would share it in a spirit of joy in the season.

It is not meant to offend anyone, rather bring joy!

Open Letter to Libby Davies (Click for Claim audio)

From: budoracle
Reply-To: bud.oracle@shaw.ca
To: Davies.L@parl.gc.ca
Subject: Re: my Claim of Right
Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 14:13:39 -0800


Dear Libby Davies and all, greetings!

I was into you office inquiring about your up-coming office hours, in order to get my claim of Right in personally. So as to give you plenty of time for some input, should you have any to the way this document might be presented to you, I will link you to it. I am not ashamed of
anything that I do or think. I truly do have the best interests of my community in mind. For an uncensored window into my thoughts, reasoning and doings, I keep a very public blog:

On it, in chaotic order, I spill the beans about how I think on most subjects. I have also some very valid insights and criticisms of our unhealthy society.

If you remember that I still have the 600 hundred signatures that I gathered on behalf of the Ian Bush inquest, which you wanted to take to Parliament. You will see that since my earliest involvement things sincerely for the good of my community.

I see the Prohibition laws an Abomination against nature and therefore must do all I can for the safety of my offspring to bring them down.


This led to my personal conclusion and activist stand

Since I sent it to Mr. Opal, I have been openly, very publicly selling marijuana and Psychedelic substances to adults over 19 and continue to do so. I've even sent the links to the RCMP and every government agency I could think of. At first I truly wished to openly challenge this
idiocy in court, therefore on June 13, I approached two officers in their squad car and asked them nicely if they wished to purchase Cannabis. This was so that I could try to overturn this dangerous racist installed legislation, which goes against the primary command of Nature.
I won't stand with murder of my fellow citizens through this crime producing law. All across Canada ten times the number are dying of political idiocy, than in Afghanistan. That's to say nothing of the general lawlessness and corruption it causes throughout society

and again because I use marijuana they denied my right to justice


Since I will be treated as just another drug dealer and made to pay your ridiculous penalty for my rightful and safe choices and sincerely motivated action, I must take other measures to protect myself. How ridiculous to think that on the basis that I actually tried to help our society and move this issue forward, I will be punished. Also, I again asked two officers in a squad car if they wished to purchase marijuana on Nov 13. You may disagree with my politics (although I voted for you) but stupid I am not! these were intentional actions a preemptive strike so to speak to get things going.

My actions were for the improvement of society only.

I have only recently become aware of the intelligent opportunity afforded men of reason and gentle passions, the Claim of Right. Although I watched intently robert arthur Menard's videos on Utube, we have only spoken briefly once on the telephone. I love his, peaceful, in the spirit of enlightenment, manner. My document was drawn up with the help of a young UBC student of the Law AND Philosophy. I have thoroughly studied it, and am in agreement with every word. In fact he drew it up after several interviews with me. It exactly expresses what I wish to accomplish and the sentiments and attitudes that I have.

documents

I invite all of your staff to peruse my website to get a feel for who I am and how much this means to me. I blog on this threads daily as I am very aware of everything that goes on in our society and concern myself with as much of it as I am led too, by my spirit.

I have two well read threads on Cannabis Culture forums, one and two

Also Craigslist


If you google the former name of my Person Klaus Kaczor or Bud Oracle or budoracle, You will see that I took Max Braithwaite's advice seriously. I was his "paperboy": "Well, if you write everyday your can honestly call yourself a writer."

I think that I can make a difference in a positive way through writing and bold assertive peaceful actions. This media will be part of the new set of tools the next generation will use to bring about peaceful change. Since I had fun running for council last time I have a better
understanding of a politician, a bit more empathy, perhaps.

Should you have any pre considerations, such as if you wish any of these articles, stories on hard copy too, although I don't see the need. Just feel free to download them from my website. I am an Environmental scientist by training. A large part of my many divergent concerns is with our environment and have therefore given up my addiction to gasoline 4 years ago. Also, I have called 911 numerous times on behalf of my fellow citizens and will continue to do so. But I will not be criminalized for my safe choices nor forced to comply with a a justice system/government that has lower standards than I. I have no wish to be part of a society in which the laws are differently applied to different people and used as a lever to commit hate crimes or subvert justice.

If it was good enough for me to turn in the double murderer, then it should be the same for the Chief of Police, or The commissioner of the RCMP, or the Justice Minister, Or the Minister of public safety. I won't give my consent to be governed by a society with such standards.

Yours in sincerity and peaceful cooperation

without frivolity or vexation

Bud the Oracle

The first Free-roaming Oracle of modern times.

The VPD have my religious head gear and are keeping it to harm my spirit and I want it back or I will enter a bill for the use of it.

It has no value as evidence as I have already agreed to the facts.

"Snails" or "Snail" are new words for "snail mail(s)"

This was first posted on Cannabis Culture Forums as a movie review. I believe that the audio Link contains the first spontaneous use of the word "snails" to replace "snail mail"

Wow! I just saw "The last ride on the Magic Dragon, Albert Hoffman's Potion" a documentary by the CBC for the first time!

I can see why it is banned for sure.


The best thing about it is that I saw a whole plethora of old geezers, acids heads talking like me...

They used the same words to describe the same deeply touching experiences and were very scientifically precise, while relating these spiritual encounters of a profound kind.

The best thing is that in their old age and wisdom, I saw myself not so far forward and liked it!

The fact is I belong with them spiritually and am a special amalgamation of my own, not at all dissimilar, yet totally unique. A product of my "set" in this sliver of time and setting.

The wonder of it is that I can still gain so much fresh knowledge on subjects that I have been researching for decades.

That's probably why I don't fit so well in this venue. I'm a true psychic traveler. Cannabis use is a pleasant therapeutic diversion giving me a stability of my psyche and keeping at bay the mal petite epilepsy. My heart lies with the truth and insights gained through the enlightenment of both spirit and mind from psychedelic trips.

I love the reason that the USA shut down doing its LSD experiments with soldiers: They began to quit the army. How revealing is that?

I loved the hugeness of Aldous Huxley, and saw in his story, twists and turns of mine, as if we might have fun some day soaring, climbing and wheeling in aerobatics.

I'll have to watch that one again.

There are few of any any age that could watch this video, who would turn down a hit of LSD 25 if it were offered to them within a year of seeing it.

It would make any normal person curious and likely to try it without fear. And I can see why the government would fear that. We couldn't have the soldiers quitting, the average citizen turning from consumerism to spiritualism, the city dweller weaning themselves from personal transportation to transit, or even bicycles. It would destroy our present day monopolies. Change might take root or even take a route, and new, kinder attitudes might flourish.

What about our addictions to booze, clothes, watching sporting event, wwf and craving penis enlargements.

Holy crap the sky might cave in, heavenly turds would drown us and the economy would come to a grinding halt.

Wait a minute! that's already happening without the use of LSD. Oh Oh! we do need an Oracle

Please support my campaign for position of Oracle and send it on to your MP, the PM, and even Obama if you like. I truly need this job and Canada surely needs me!

Send it on please

Thanks

Audio Campaign for the Office of Oracular Wisdom

I think this is the first time anyone has recorded the use of the word "snails" as a shortened term for "Snail mail," if I am not mistaken. As in: "send your elected representatives emails, faxes, telephone calls and "snails."

I know it's a small slimy kind of thing, but since there is such a value on this forum for copyright and such, I thought that I'd mention it. Maybe its got "legs," and will become commonly used one day. You heard it here first. I mean, it sure beats the heck out of using two words, and is too far out of context, in this use to be confused, don't you think.

Also, I remember that when I first called my dog Aloofus, there was nothing on the web and now there are a few. That's great!

Also these are mine: "A waggle of dogs" and "phonicating." I wish that I had CR them, too.

Oh well, the fountain still works fine!

Reflections on my court appearance (click for audio)

These are balanced scales of Justice that we all should be under. This is the beautiful natural law that lawyers and judges can't understand unless they are breaking their self serving laws. We, normal humans, understand the true balance of the laws of Nature.

Beauty will save the world

"Transcendental Meditation can replace the Justice system" David Lynch (see enclosed video "Consciousness, creativity and the brain")

Gifts from my Catholic heritage to ponder in this Season (click)

Although I won't use this factual account of the heritage of catholicism unto our present day Pope for the purposes of spinning my own religious fantasy as the moderator does at the end, I do agree with the facts.

That is why I emailed and sent out LTEs to the Weasel, Paul Martin, when the Pope interfered with our "democratic" processes during the vote for allowing gay marriages. Not a single mention of the illegality of that move in international law was made and of course there should have been a government diplomatic warning of the highest priority as there would have been if any other nation had tried to involve itself in our government.

The sheep are not bright enough to catch these things, but happily persecute others at the whim of their masters.

Merry Christmas from a former Catholic to all present deceivers
and their Nazi Pope.
I don't trust any organized religion as being capable of delivering something which is naturally within us to be experienced, rather they dumb us down. I have used Psychedelics to enhance both my spiritual and mental perceptions as I believe the first intelligent humans did. The reason for our modern day troubles lie in the abandoning of the regular ritualistic use of such substances.

The rule of law no longer exists in Canada (click title)

This is a press release for immediate distribution.

There can be no Freedom without the rule of law