Some Of The Smartest Dummies (Can You Read Signs, Can You Read Signs)

(Verse 1 Damian Marley)

Some of the smartest dummies

Can’t read the language of Egyptian mummies

An’ a fly go a moon

And can’t find food for the starving tummies

Pay no mind to the youths

Cause it’s not like the future depends on it

But save the animals in the zoo

Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money

This is how the media pillages

On the TV the picture is

Savages in villages

And the scientist still can’t explain the pyramids, huh

Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids

Stereotyping the image of the images

And this is what the image is

You buy a khaki pants

And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones

An’ a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones

Some of the worst paparazzis I’ve ever seen and I ever known

Put the worst on display so the world can see

And that’s all they will ever show

So the ones in the west

Will never move east

And feel like they could be at home

Dem get tricked by the beast

But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?

Solomonic linage whe dem still can’t defeat and them coulda never clone

My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord

(Verse 2 Damian Marley)

Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?

We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?

Can you read thoughts? can you read palms?

Huh, can you predict the future? can you see storms, coming?

The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off

Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh

The average man can’t prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of

And still won’t research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of

Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they’re smart and cunning

Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that’s when their nose start running

And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut

Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud

Can you read signs? can you read stars?

Can you make peace? can you fight war?

Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh

Can you survive, Against All Odds, Now?

(Verse 3 Nas)

Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur’an?

And was it a lightning storm

That gave birth to the earth

And then dinosaurs were born? damn

Who made up words? who made up numbers?

And what kind of spell is mankind under?

Everything on the planet we preserve and can it

Microwaved it and try it

No matter what we’ll survive it

What’s hu? what’s man? what’s human?

Anything along the land we consuming

Eatin’, deletin’, ruin

Trying to get paper

Gotta have land, gotta have acres

So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson

Watch niggas play the game like the lakers

In a world full of 52 fakers

Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers

You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders

Make a wish for the day cuz

Like somebody got a doll of me

Stickin’ needles in my arteries

But I can’t feel it

Sometimes it’s like ‘pardon me, but I got a real big spirit’

I’m fearless…. I’m fearless

Don’t you try and grab hold of my soul

It’s like a military soldier since seven years old

I held real dead bodies in my arms

Felt their body turn cold, oh

Why we born in the first place

If this is how we gotta go?

Damn.

Clif High - The Six Yogas Of Naropa & A Kick In The Toroidal Nuts

One of the great things about the CIA/NSA controlled bulletin boards Above Top Secret and Godlike Productions is that they are populated by trash-mouth sceptics and astro-turf poison tongues too obtuse to understand the subtlety of Clif' High's work and the broad thrust of timelines versus the ever-present-now methodology of managing the future. (It's complex).

That's just the way we want them. Shooting their mouths off and doing the job they were destined to fulfil as the collective serpent that turned on its own propaganda tail. 

If I was a shit raker in the CIA and the NSA with a 'ticket' to an underground base in the event it all goes (extinction level event) pear shaped, I'd shut em down right now, but as they are fulfilling a task nobody ever anticipated, including me, it suits my agenda to thank the men in black for epic failing big-time on our behalf. 

It's a cork popping WIN.... Depending on whose side you're on of course.

Here's the post that gamed the future (and the ever-present-now)

Holy Communion With Quantum Entanglement

I left a comment at Wired on the subject of Quantum Entanglement. I'll clean it up later because I bash these out in a rage sometimes and I got too much going on.

Materialist science says if you can't touch, measure and repeat something physically, it doesn't exist scientifically. Around the turn of the last century quantum mechanics proved that's not true but the implications of that message, like Nikola Tesla's free energy research needed crushing so the owners can continue to bill us for the privilege of being born and staying alive on a planet that is our collective birthright to share.

The doctrinaire scientific mantra of "physicality matters most" is an intellectual ideology pursued and pimped by top-tier scientific academia to this day. It keeps people stupid as to the real nature of nature, of conciousness and of being. 

If one drops the materialist-science bullshit the implications are clear. 

Everything is connected to everything else.
 There is no other.
 You are me and I am you
Like the pea to grapefruit sized universe at the moment of big bang,
 that contained everything that ever existed. 

For those paying attention there is no 'size' to measure and dimensionality is a 4D scientific abstract unprovable within its own construct by the very same rationale that Kurt Godel's incompleteness theorem say's you can't measure the size of the ruler with the ruler. 

What does this mean? 

It means we've been duped, conned, hoodwinked and managed like livestock, left ignorant that what can't be touched counts more than what can be 'touched'. What can't be repeated transcends that which can be repeated, that the unmeasurable counts more than the measurable, for as Wittgenstein noted, the supreme irony of the repeatable science mantra is that it goes on smashing things up (CERN/FERMI/HIROSHIMA et al) until it blows everything up and nothing is ever again repeatable.

The safety catch is a sublimely genius mechanism that protects the integrity of this experience often called the holographic universe. We live in it energetically until such time as we no longer live in it and return to the more complex energetic state that created it. 

What name you choose to give that construct or how it originated doesn't matter because whether you like it or not there are profound clues as to its universal and ubiquitous intelligence that the observer and the observed can point to but never touch. The most poetic example is the moon being the same 2D size real estate as the sun in the sky. It's a cosmic coincidence of zero probability so perfectly matched it sings silently to the concious and the conciousness.

It says: Whatever you choose to explain this, it is not chance. 
It is intelligent and knows that it must stand back and let us learn that what doesn't exist matters more than what does exist.

It's a painful lesson, called free will and we chose it that way.

We can choose the future too. 


All of it.