For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
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I enjoy Cannabis, well, <strong>the</strong>n, in my opinion you are an undiscerning scoffer, a useless<br />
eater, <strong>the</strong> lukewarm, <strong>the</strong> smoke in my nostrils, what REVELATION X from <strong>the</strong> SubGenii<br />
dedicates an entire chapter to – The Conspiracy.<br />
The only reason (besides being anointed or possessed) I can do this is because I started a<br />
never ending self-education 20 years ago. I put in what Malcolm Gladwell taught me are<br />
<strong>the</strong> requisite 10,000 hours of practice/study to be truly versed in something, <strong>and</strong> that<br />
something is me.<br />
I’m like Oliver Heaviside. I prefer to mooch off of friends <strong>and</strong> family while I hide out<br />
with pot <strong>and</strong> physics – Oliver’s preference was pipe tobacco <strong>and</strong> applied math. Like that<br />
dirty hippie, Carl Sagan, I find that <strong>the</strong> “warping of time <strong>and</strong> space” (see Reefer<br />
Madness) Cannabinoids enable, enhances my ability to associate abstract <strong>and</strong> disparate<br />
ideas <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>ories. Jesus was a mooch too, but he probably figured that it was justified,<br />
seeing as how he was <strong>the</strong> only guy around that could raise <strong>the</strong> dead. I feel that way about<br />
free energy. I know this stuff is important even if nobody else does. Slack must be<br />
justified though, <strong>the</strong> bliss must be balanced with suffering, so yeah, I’ll do your dishes<br />
while I live here, <strong>and</strong> if I must get a job, I’ll wash dishes.<br />
In fact, “Hydro-Ceramic Sanitation Specialist” has been pretty much my only job; some<br />
restaurants are better than o<strong>the</strong>rs…<br />
Why is this significant? Let me paint you a picture:<br />
You likely despise doing <strong>the</strong> dishes right? Now imagine being expected to wash dishes as<br />
fast as humanly possible for hours at a time, all <strong>the</strong> while people are dem<strong>and</strong>ing items<br />
from you, often seconds apart, “on <strong>the</strong> fly.” Little spoons, a stack of burgers from scratch,<br />
paper towels, sushi plates… When I do look up, I see tables full of wealthy elites who<br />
pay $16 for a salad <strong>and</strong> eat only <strong>the</strong> shrimp. I get to scrape <strong>the</strong> rest into <strong>the</strong> garbage.<br />
Occasionally very sexy waitresses come back to <strong>the</strong> prep/pit to scarf a few bites. Why<br />
must <strong>the</strong>ir pants be so tight? Oh yeah, tips. They would never fuck me.<br />
My immediate boss is The Chef <strong>and</strong> sometimes my mistake encounters his high st<strong>and</strong>ards<br />
or displaced girlfriend issues <strong>and</strong> he goes Gordon Ramsay on me – not pleasant.<br />
This is all <strong>the</strong> training I need for a proper attitude in my role as Omega Christ. A<br />
machine-like submission to <strong>the</strong> destroyer function I adopt in each trinity. I cleanse <strong>the</strong><br />
containers of creation by blasting <strong>and</strong> scrubbing <strong>the</strong> wasted bits <strong>and</strong> scum from <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
pristine potential so that He may present his art once more. Only difference is, I can’t<br />
walk out on Reality like I can <strong>the</strong> dish pit. I can tire of Chef’s dem<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> dishes, but<br />
not God’s expectations <strong>and</strong> constant gifts for fulfilling those expectations.<br />
…I quit my job involuntarily recently. I’m in a delicate place right now <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> wrath is<br />
bursting at <strong>the</strong> seams. I had been tolerating Chef’s “Ramsay” moments fairly well but this<br />
time was it. If I hadn’t walked out I would have smashed something or someone. The<br />
good thing is, it provides me with a PERFECT example of what is wrong with <strong>the</strong> world.