The story of Violet

Now the control simulating the brain wash techniques of southeast asia, and the kid’s aunt taking café of the tyke, preparing a kind of judgement of Salomon type spiritual combat over possession of the kid.

Now, Salomon was a wise man, but saw no compromise but, that was in antiquity,

but in these modern days,

Cut Cut Cut control screams.

Something of antiquity needs to be brought back into the middle era of mystery and magick when they still believed in a smoky Grey area that signaled fire someplace.

That tenuous middle can cut down modern angst to the before mom, his mom who like him the kid he drew an invisible circular contract with, analogous thinly with the deal he made on route to Denver to meet beat poets to make an impression.

Why?

Why the burning need to write when everything , idea an nuance, plot and character has been deconstructed several times over?

Maybe to mine the depths of Salomon where what you could hope to find was entirely based on what was seen.

But just like a pure dialectical synthesis failed during the 20th. century wars, and a Trumpian recurrance is yet on hold, a compromise mag yield merely to compromising situations, having only premordially developed underpinnings.

The Judgement of Solomon

My astrological sign falls between Virgo and Airies/Taurus: me being Leo. Now , understand Violet . and further self indulge.

Not.

Polanyi et Al.

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And now me my Sage , smudge sage to overcome the familial scent as dogs do , keen. to accent that which can not be seen for darkness covers platitudes, and the dog can smell for miles and miles and miles where the blinded sage can not fathom to venture to open his atrophied eyes…

So many much sages

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Contra Jorden Peterson re: Christianity.

He brings up the fact that thousands of children die each day for various reasons , as proof for the nom Existance of God.

How trite and ridiculous, as if the human body as material substance had anything essential to do with the energy inherent in love.

Why did God brought forth existence in the form of appearent thoughtlessly cruel thoughtless action?

Merely to alleviate Hos loneliness?

Is there any reason to bring forth a thoughtless existence when that reason will become non consequential within the annals of eternity, only to be called back into the very origin of all things?

The answer glares out a necessity of the proposition, that Existance hides it’s origin necessarily, for a non Existance is inconceivable without a conflated non existing eternity, therefore raising such a possibility. to a vacuous
anathema.

God as a reverse anthmorphic construction from an absolutely simulated energy source, was constrained by coincidental patterns of eternal mind, yo ceaslesly operate in an non negeatable conscious realization.

Daily miracles attest to it.

And then Violet thought to herself clutching the kolachnikov to her bosom, I knew it and suspected it as such, but I still do love him, , all of them for deceptions by necesity after all, who am I fooling, at least all through my life I got by by being tolerated.

That’s all right , as she looked forward to more upcoming dress downs, …

As if I didn’t suspect. Just hope can sleep.

She slept well, though phenomenally thought like a dog and decided not worth thinking about. Another day .

Today the preoccupation is the kid
Going to court for him.See how that turns out.

Later, kid.

Here is Iooking at You.

When everything is reducible to certainty, except thought it’self, what such certainty bodes in a phenomenal world, where all things can still be considered?

Individual thoughts distill and disassociate at random, and 2nd tier rational becomes a primary objective focus .

To the rescue is new objects of veneration, the expanded multiform of simulated intelligence.

Is such necessity replace the old logic of black and white with the faded intensity that color brings to light?

What happens then to the fascination with the shades of Grey which can evaluate color , by saturation and the mystery of transposition?

Grey can always be re-interpreted into the breakup of the spectrum between black and white, as between light and darkness, but getting back is like putting Pandora back in the box.

So, does the big bad wolf fear ‘little’ red riding hood, and not the other way around.?

Tiny Alice becomes feared, through such transposition.

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Vanity, transcendence & Chinese simulation

How come brown cow? ( Indus)

Transcendence & common sense & or China, India/USA & of course the former USSR, now resigned to ‘Russia’ of imperical redesign, ( Arminius warned me about that perviously) aka with previous designed saints including polanyi et Al & james, of course.

This makes me think of infective epidemics of [jealous pride philosophy]/ies Jealousy…leading to catastrophe…deadly delusional pandemic…

…echoing into the atmosphere…atmospherically resounding…

…entering and exiting the ages…

No catastrophe from the eye of adoles ent’s attempt to reassamble that which has been lost.

Ur the trusted , to really under stand what was the dirge that Faust explained as OCD’s last postmodern retroactive alliance to the newest paradigmn of faith

Note: to be burned to any appearent misunderstanding please?

No misunderstanding - the pattern is still assembling. The inference is strong.

…echoing into the atmosphere…atmospherically resounding…

…entering and exiting the ages…

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No misunderstanding - the pattern is still assembling. The inference is strong.

…echoing into the atmosphere…atmospherically resounding…

…entering and exiting the ages…

Interference between induced reduction ad absurdum,

where a calculated minimally substantiated near null absolute per Leibnitz has shifted the fall off point to previously unseen expansion to smaller and smaller paradigms still forming.

“Therefore, you can never fall off a mountain”

Jack Kerouac, ‘The Dharma Bums’ or, ’ The Subterranians’