INTERESTING VEHICLES WITH EXPENSIVE PRIVATE PLATES:
White satlink splitter van tinted windows, bull bars, no dirt, not even on the tires. Well used, enormous satellite dish. No stickers or branding whatsoever. Totally impersonal, and suspicously obvious:
SNO4 SKY
parked opposite St Charles Hospital / Convent, which serves as Met police operations HQ during Notting Hill Carnival.
“snow”, eh. Snow business like show business.
Black Rolls Royce, an older heavy and chunky SUV model with obvious signs of armouring. One driver, wolfish look, greying hair, late 30s/early40s, casual attire, highly observant demeanour.
666 S
Lead vehicle, followed by a train of dark cars. Driving in convoy with 4-5 follow cars, stacked bumper-to-bumper, all occupied by fit and vigilant wolf-like men, all paying far too much attention to what’s going on ahead and behind, scanning the whole street for information, impatiently stuck in traffic, maintaining the structure.
One G wagon with tints, and various heavy looking nondescript black saloon cars following, tailed by a detatchment of one unmarked car and a DPG “red van”, which turned off and took a different route to the lead vehicles.
Was this an undercover / high level security operation? Or were they being followed?
What’s with the “666”
“sign of the antichrist” reference, bro?
Yea, it’s a doozy. It scares the unbelievers and the bible readers.
“better the devil you know…”
Flip the thing over, turn it on its roof, either a bad crash, or in a riot, and it’d read “5 : 999”.
999 is 666 inverted.
The 6 or the 9 is a snake protecting its middle.
Sun Tsu suggests that military formations should move like snakes. Threading through… a ribbon of men. The head, the tail, and the body.
The beginning, the middle and the end.
The triumvirate.
The trinity. The scales of justice.
There are 666 snakes in a bag.
One of them is mine, but all of them are God’s.
The way to make god’s snake your own is to treat him with respect, and make sure your conduct is good. You must forgive him for being a snake, and having snakelike qualities.
Snake handling was popular among mystics, and many of the figures in the bible suggested that it had merits.
To really understand the nature of the serpentine way, you have to consider the path - the material phenomenon - as the lifeless footprint of the demigod. The world serpent - the leviathan - it is a powerful entity.
You may have one snake, and teach him to be good. The forest knows all the ways.
All the snakes belong to cosmos, they are all “of snake”, and the forest is strong regardless of your moral fiber or weakness.
If you want a snake, you’d better respect what God put into them, to make them snakey. They do a very important job. Their faces contain powerful drugs, which can make you trip, heal your wounds, or kill you dead - and possibly achieve or deliver all three experiences simultaneously.
Jordan Peterson Questions the hallucinatory consistency - his thesis Maps of Meaning is provocative in scope - the archetypes and “iconography of spirit” is deeply embedded, and consistent. Jung was speaking sense, but the graph-obsessed atomists at the 19th century agnostic physics section - the Richard Dawkins militant atheist collectif, they’d rather we didn’t consider the complexity, and that the universe itself may not be sentient, or alive and purposeful, let alone have the wit of shakespeare on cosmic ice
- why is it that the transcendental experience so often comes with snakes?
What is it in our psyche which has this relationship?
What are we seeing in the dream? The sign, the referant, or the signifier? The message or the motor?
What was this ability sought by our ancestors, the art of poison psychedelia, of psychonaut strength?
- what is the nature of the “dream” and the “hallucination”? The “magical overlay”. The “synaesthesia seizure”.
My visual audio meter tells the level soundlessly. Is this translation… illusory? Is my soudndless instrument a liar, and would the blind find it useful?
The measure is not the phenomenon. The sign is not the signifier. Ce n’est pas une pipe - “c’est le pipe des famiglia, le pipe des fumes immortal”. Is this… the funnel of the holy spirit? The tickle on your curiosity.
Questions, questions…
So many things are abstractions, images. Brass rubbings. The “impression” is not the phenomenon. The cry of the animal is not the animal itself.
Our ancestors knew more than we give them credit for, but understood less. The intellectual or notional understanding was often considered to be an impediment to receiving the full experience. The initiation to the visceral knowledge is unspoken.
Intellectualisation or the imaginary will not give you the keys to the spiritual domain, or grow your muscles. It will not make your reflexes faster, or give you immediate insight at the speed that it is required in a conflict. There is no time to think, often.
The flying in the psychedelic saucer of DMT from tree bark, consumed by the Natives of the Amazon to enter these psychedelic states, what are its rocket boosters? What is the lightening of the load achieved by giving up the evil in the business? The realisation “that doesn’t need to be done”.
Paranormal capabilities such as remote viewing have been validated, and used by the CIA. Our ancestors relied on these capabilities. The animals still use them.
The psyche is truly remarkable - the dreamlike intelligence of the spiritual wakefulness of human existence and sentience is truly remarkable when cultivated. We prohibit the resourcing and devlopment of this side of people. The control grid, the connect 4, the tetris. The “show your workings to the supervisor” factory compliance model. These processes rob people of their magic, of their emotion, of their soul, of their ability to perform the miraculous and unique.
To do the “impossible”, and to achieve that “once in a lifetime destined moment of impossible beauty and profound quality” - we’re not told that’s on the menu. That we must find our genius, and take flight. We are destroying people. We are crushing their dreams - and we’re stealing their destinies right out of their keyboards. The corporate machinery is sucking the magic up like gravy. The embodiment of the collective dreams and insights are sloughed off, and consumerised. Sold back to the public, with a price on top, manufactured by slaves.
Perhaps we need scientific machines to explain how esoteric and magical our capabilities are. To explain that it’s not just impossible - it’s honestly miraculous. Remarkable.
Amazing.
Unexplainable/
Unrepeatable…
Uncheatable.
Personal
Cosmic
Serious.