“Fortunately, some are born with spiritual immune systems that sooner or later give rejection to the illusory worldview grafted upon them from birth through social conditioning. They begin sensing that something is amiss, and start looking for answers. Inner knowledge and anomalous outer experiences show them a side of reality others are oblivious to, and so begins their journey of awakening. Each step of the journey is made by following the heart instead of following the crowd and by choosing knowledge over the veils of ignorance.” ―
Trying to find one’s way out from the walking sub-mediocrities shyte-show we find ourselves living in, who appear to be hell-bent on destroying, well, about everything, one still has to get out and about so as not to die of hunger, and that requires a trip to the local grocery store, if one finds themselves living in the mouse trap that is the modern city.
Today, with balmy temperatures in the upper 40’s, this hack writer ventured out for fruits, vegetables and other assorted nutritional items to stay off Father Time, who we must remember, is undefeated. But in an interest to keep this agg-ing body going for a bit longer so that my better half here, and children scattered upon the fruited plane don’t have to attend to all the shitf**kery of burying my nonsense six feet under too soon, I braved the impure, the lunatics, the morons, the imbeciles – those one encounters by just driving on the city roads, and ventured into the hallowed halls of nutritional delights to purchase sustenance for the body.
The parking lot was full this mid-morning, leaving me to wonder what calamity faced humankind that was bringing out other old types like me, along with a whimsical smorgasbord of jitter and jive types pressing their thumbs into fruit and vegetables, checking for God knows what.
Perhaps it was this virus shyte. You know…that which the degenerates in the corporate media want us shitting our adult diapers over…providing hourly updates with reasons to be afraid, and even very afraid.
The first thing that caught me eye was a clerk – the one’s who scan the bar codes on items of sustenance – she having her mouth and nose fully encased in a face mask contraption. Since the current virus is a beast, as told to us by the corporate shittrards, that can leap tall buildings in a single bound, is faster than a locomotive and can rest peacefully on any inanimate objects for a number of days, and can infest your nonsense at any time of the day or night, being so clever as to be in the air at all times, I wondered, what the f**k was this face mask contraption protecting one from?
God, Mother Earth, or the committee of dolphins who started this circus apparently were fast asleep in some cosmic black hole when it was decided that in the year 2020, all life would be paralyzed by a virus – a virus much like the flu that hadn’t, to this day, sent the ordinary to online retailers, looking for a mask of the cotton variety, to protect them from Father Time’s call.
But then, out of the corner of my agg-ing eye, I caught sight of a free spirit, an angel, or just a moron who hadn’t a clue of the demise waiting her. For, as she breezily sauntered amongst the aisles of nuts, granola, tofu and other sundry delights – she did so, completely barefooted.
That’s right…not a stitch of leather to protect her soles and toes from only God knows what – a brew of toxic shyte.
I, who couldn’t produce a ‘poker face’ long enough to extend my life for more than a couple of forgettable seconds, looked upon her strength, her carefree stride, unable to suppress my wondering smile of why in the hell she hadn’t gotten the memo that cotton layers would protect her ass from an appointment with Father Time.
The layers of shyte from the sub-mediocrities that we swallow and continue to suck upon – doubtful the stench they promote, will keep us from our deaths. But rest assured that the f**kery they promote will keep us detached from our spiritual immune systems.
and maybe…Jesus weeps, with the heavens pleading with us to wake up and, stand up, for the lives the heavens gave each of us.
(If you don’t want to lose your shyte over this virus f**kery, consider checking out Jon Rappoport’s most excellent website – found here.)
Tonight’s musical offering:
Beethoven: “Egmont” Overture / Ozawa – Saito Kinen Orchestra