LEVIATHONICAL !

. . . responding to a . . . massive moo missive - to wake up to . . .

On 20 May 2013 05:07, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

 
 'LEVIATHONICAL!  i.e. Your Impressive Email.

Well, i may be an impressionable impressionist but i was impressed.  Unequivocably a literal literary leviathan of a chronicle.  Hence "leviathonical".

Like ringing a doorbell and the jackpot comes cascading out of the letter box!  (Why is it called a "jack pot"!?  A 'jot pack' might be more fitting.)

Anyway a lovely massive missive to wake up to, and i read it all, diligently before muesli breakfast and it didn't go against the grain, fulfilling enough in itself it was.

What uniquely idiosyncratic tracks you trail, and i followed fairly flawlessly, iterating inwardly that the poetic word seeding of the 'sixties' wasn't wasted on you, whether you were 'in' that day or not matters not a jot.

Quizzical the while as to what species of trail i'm tracking.  No mere mundane Pentagosaurus obviously.  A more agile creature by far, as evidenced by signs in the dirt of momentary pause or scurry to test and taste the nutritional value of a word dropping, freshly left by another creature who's path crossed.

With also a distinctly cloven hoof to the main trail. Obviously a creature en route to a home in the heights from a fruitful foray skirting the swampy lowlands.

Possibly a 'Pentelope', a rare fugitive Springbok.

However.  I made shorthand notes of 14 salient details to respond to in my smokesignal, lest the mists of amnesia set in before nightfall, and encamp, "EH-te-pe"* and strike up a small fire beneath high dense foliage for diffusion of whereabouts from unseen eyes.  Noting the limpid clarity of the twilight firmament bodes well for the mildness of the morrow, 'ha-HON-nah'.

"Paradigm wrench".  Aha! The term i used.  In so saying, "i see you have one".  Meaning: Any tool or means used to decisively shift or turn stuck patterns of conventional consensus assumption.

Can be used to advantage in conjunction with 'a dead dinosaur jump-start'.

Some might say 'a shot of love', which otherwise would take 'a lot of shove'.

Thanks to d.p.w.t. on the bullseye shot right on the mark of the 'chemtrail' X criss-crossed across the sky.

I see that the researcher 'carnicom.com' is as of now 'The Carnicom Institute'.  For those still yet to come of age and awareness of the full implications of what's called "Agenda 21", and it's not a party.

So for anyone who was about to think of 'presents', there is only THIS one and it's under attack.

(That's a Paradigm Wrench).

Though it may be a bit more than a wrench for people who dream the world is "normal", just because it appears familiar, and we're going to need the dead dinosaur jumpstart anyway and more than a shot of love.

'Shot of love', is a Bob Dylan song title and the irony is, even at this late date millions of humans are still oblivious as to what is REALLY 'Blowin' in the Wind !'

"The answer my friend, is" RADIATION, ALUMINIUM, BARRIUM, STRONTIUM, NANO PARTICLES, exocetera.  Though i know that don't rhyme and ain’t melodious.  He continues: "and how many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many people have died/ The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind".

Think how many times he's sung that to hundreds and thousands of people.  So have i.  Over and over on the streets.  Six hours for six quid. What does it take?

WORDS are your SWORD.  Wield it wisely to waken.

Midges? I seem to recall Chris saying they don't like lemon juice.*

Certainly OK by me for colour play on details of 'BURNT FILAMENT', given there's an 'as is' whole original.  Theme and variations.  You're the vocalist, cool, 'take it~~~'

Noticed and LIKED the edge blurring on 'WINYAN'.

Also much appreciated your astute edit on credits: "shut down" & "shout that far".  Thanks. You're a good ed.  WELL PLAYED !

Forever grateful for a channel to flow through.  I know what stagnation feels like, shocking, been there.

Blessed with kindigenous co-evolution.*

A tiny red UFO is in the blue to the left of sun in BURNT FILAMENT, for your, and everyone’s reference.  It's tiny.  Looks like a fragment of the organic tracery.  A subtle touch for those with eyes to hear.

Our friend M.H. well worth a hello to him.  His compliment is sincere and extrapolated. Showed me his similarly colour coded voluminous writings on 'the market' research.  HIS SOAP IS THE BEST.  Both he and his partner are ARTISTS.  Maybe he knows where there's some horse sh1t  (typo no.1. intended.  People tend to poo-poo a pronoun when it's in the middle of sh1t but what does 'one' matter, or does one really matter, fecally speaking for fertility's sake)!

(Coffee break)~

"MUSIC !!"~~~ I'm always glad when i hear you say you are about to sing and play and you hinted or otherwise implied that to be the case so i'm even gladder.  See, i'm firmly committed in my conviction that you are, individually as well as in combination, of genius, and you know how convicted i am purported to be, and anyway i've listened to you.  Not only that.  I HEARD you and i wouldn't doubt my senses, and besides, i've got more of an ear than Van Gogh and am clairaudient like you are and like your audience would be if they had the sense to listen to the point of HEARING.  Hearing is believing.  No, more than that.  Upon hearing, there is no further use for 'belief'.  Belief is when you don't know.

I mean, impeccable ARTISTRY is impeccable ARTISTRY and no two ways about it.  Honest outside the box up close and uniquely personal EXCELLENCE personified as well as innovatively creative and ground breaking and i have to call a spade a spade even if a Zenist says it's NOT a spade i don't give a damn what it's called, it works.

I mean it's bad enough when the birds stop singing....

It was Pablo Picasso who said, quote: " I paint as the bird sings".  I could say the same except i paint at night.

For the sake of our dear global audience listening through the keyhole wondering "what's he ranting about now", i have to say, as an indigenous Terran, i have passionate likes and dislikes, and know enough about 'Zen' (excuse my language) to be aware that said texts are ubiquitously interspersed with admonishments against "liking and disliking" as being the minute hair in the ointment "which splits heaven and earth apart".

Well, that's OK too.  PARADOXICALLY.  It's a free universe and we're not talking about 'the old testament', Terra forbid.

It's when you DON'T know that what you're being and doing, (for want of a word that's not just another mammalian noise) ...IS precisely and totally 'WHAT IS'

with not a nanosecond left for split ends, and i bet nobody followed that.

If our friends and listeners, "scattered across time and space" really miss eternity that much, think how long it could take to divert the world from oblivion at this pace.  IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO BE RIGHT NOW.

I KNOW i digress.  It's totally unpremeditated, and i enjoy it. Just like making music.

If whoever's listening through the keyhole wonders who i'm talking about, MUSIC and all, you can find them documented in detail on this blog if you look.

Under MOO, Ministry of Output~

Some things should be sung from the rooftops!

That leaves me with, Blake, Dark Mountain, and industriousness on my 'to address' list.

My MOO friends are as impeccably thorough as this also.  Talk about short attention spans most associated with that continent formerly known by the 555 nation tribes who inhabited it.  Numbering 50 million and reduced by intentional genocide to 500 thousand (correct me if i'm wrong) just off the top of my head and they call it "progress" and "manifest dest..." 'dystopia ?'  Or just a haircut.  Ah well, Rome didn't die in a day.  What's so quick about 'progress'?

How about a 24 hour attention span?  I'm sure the 'old timers' wouldn't find that too outrageous.

Talking of Dark Mountain, i enjoyed your comment in your seven hours long massive missive.

In the not so long ago days when 'snail' (so misnomered) was the main means of transporting a message, i too would spend ten or so hours on a letter, sometimes admittedly in shifts, most notably to my offspring(s). These days, with all this communication technology i'm blessed if i get more than a one liner - in small print.

One liner that springs to mind is 'The Titanic.'  Make mine 'on ice' will you.

I noticed my subsequent internal dialogue while working on the garden till sunset today as it 'sank' behind a dark mountain.  Likewise 'industrious', when i get stuck into it.  Successfully 'turning clay into loam'. Yes it is possible.  You just separate the wheat from the chaff and play one against the other, over and over like alchemy.

Thinking, 'never mind water into wine.  I might not feed five thousand, but at least nobody gets pissed'.

Focusing on the Dark Mountain, in the form of a forum as if a fly on the wall (or a butterfly for that matter) and concurring with the concept of a cat among the proverbial pigeons (though i love both).

Maybe more like a bull among china clay pigeons or let's say, sitting ducks.  As i mused amused at the notion of a robust but totally called for roustabout of aroused bovine hornery having gatecrashed by stealth into a store full of oh so precious porcelain pigeons never mind the money lenders and their temple momentarily in my fertile and ruminant moment of imagination that i even forgot to call the thing in my grasp 'a spade'.  A spade by any other name works just as well.

Snuffing the computer late last night such that you could almost call it early morning to peruse three borrowed books of William Blake kindly lent by Phil.

I gather, books are now called 'hard copy' but they weren't that hard. Admittedly 'The Book of Urizen' is pretty esoteric and loaded with hard to fully fathom turbulent archetypes and forebodings.

But the author/biographer did a pretty in depth probe of elucidating the conceptual framework that a few bells did ring and heavy chains and cast iron manacles did clink, currently pervaded as we are with the revelatory revival of the concept of 'archons' as well as the pitfalls inherent in fundamentalist dualism whether Judaic, Zaddik, or Zoroastrian.  Blake's 'Urizen' book it is suggested, serves as a cast iron epitome of the one cage you certainly don't want to get yourself locked into for all eternity.

I probably originally came to Blake via his imagery.  As well as it's influence on the younger Samuel Palmer and 'his' visionary work.  Such that at age 19 i took a train ride from London to Oxford to be admitted into a room to view the originals.

It's funny how you can be influenced by the deep force of an artist's work yet not be totally at one with their apparent standpoint.

That's alright, there's bound to be some 'iffy's' in diversity.  You ingest what nourishes and ponder the rest on the side of your plate, curiously.

It's the monumentality of biblical references that seem archaically curious. Perhaps it was paradigmatically harder to radically question 'God' and 'Jesus' in the one thousand eight hundreds.

Put it down to Patriarchy.  We inhabit a female planet.

Anything that gives birth to everything, forever, i mean: has to be more akin to a 'mother'.

The indigenous know this, the 'so called' Pagan, the Gnostic, and look what we did to them!

I mean: LOOK.

I wonder if you're still busy in your nocturnal neck of the woods, the bosom of the hills.  It's ten to five a.m. now.  Thanks for clarification that what i queried innocently referring to how busy you are.  It was simply a wish for you to not have to struggle in this realm.  With all the good you bring, all the inborn natural gifts and inclinations of intrinsic GREAT WORTH.  Irrefutably. Self evidently, by your fruits and more. 

INDUSTRIOUSNESS.  Of course, thanks for this word.  I guess, i am too.  Nous nous comprenons.

There, i've written another article.

So much for getting to bed by one o'clock.

For now anyway.  Till the sun shines, and it will shortly.  When did it ever not?

Bless your Industrious Revolution!

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rainbowmaker~

Art : by the dark pool, martin law, december2012
artwork : digital pan play, 'gaM mooZ looP' i - iii', JUN13 - wfp for moo

On Mon, May 20, 2013 at 8:03 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>PPS (Sp.)>

After planting brussels sprouts and while walking the shoreline looking for big driftwood on the rocks and looking out to islands contemplating possible shots that suggested  'leviathans'* it dawned on me as i came to the point:  Leviathan is spelt with 2 'a's not an 'o'.

Oh! 

Maybe it's 'O'kay in the title, being blended with 'chronical.'~ LEVIATHONICAL.

But in paragraph 1 of text it should be 'leviathan' to show i'm not an idiot (a word originally meaning uninstructed/uneducated).

So i award myself an A.

Thanks to eds.

Sunshine~

NEWS SOUNDBITE.

On Thu, Mar 28, 2013 at 9:52 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

NEWS SOUNDBITE.

1.  ( The Poisoners).

Purposeful perpetual poisoning of; Earth, air, ocean, weather,
water sources, fertility, food, crops, medicines, minds,
chemtrail spraying, nuclear sabotage leaks, blood, cells, DNA,
to weaken and disarm,for imminent theft of savings by banks.
One simple sentence for nuts, in a nutshell.  Current and ongoing.

An irrefutable sure sign of chronic psychopathy when, 'scientists'
resort to putting the blame for non-existent global warming
on our humble ally the common earthworm, as they now seem to be doing.  At least, according to 'One World Chronicle.com'  March 28.

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2.   ( The Nourishers).

Planet immune response activates. 
Avoid TV, newspapers, ( sticks burn longer).
Avoid tap water.  ( well water not unwell water).
Bottled?  ( black tea purges BPA poison in plastics).

Grow food.  (it grows itself). PLANT A POTATO FOR PEACE.
No garden?  USE A BUCKET.  FOOD IS FREEdom.
PLANT ONE, GET TWENTY FREE!

Ingest 'global-radiation purgatives', not sweets.
e.g.~ Seaweed, ( kelp is at hand), or failing the ocean,
Spirulina.  Chlorella.  Magnesium.  Vit. C,  Vit. D3, Turmeric, Rosemary.

Breathe through the nose, ( it's a bio-compatible O/CO2 balancer).
'Believe' nothing.  truth is self-evident knowing.
Unite.  Avoid 'poisoners,' cultivate 'nourishers,' = community.
Trust INTUITION,  ( it's not programmed ).  Don't call it 'paranoia.'

Share a polytunnel,  or live in one in summer.
Plant a vegetable wherever you see soil.  (That's taken off all over England.  Google~ 'Todmorden.')  Give the kids a better row to hoe,
than lethal soft drinks, 'anti-life' training playstations, fake celebrities.

Don't be a mere spectator or a force-fed silly goose.
Be a CREATOR.  Only do what you love, so you can love all you do.
Read, write, paint, sculpt, sing, chant, play, hum.
EXPRESS with spontaneous confidence without inhibition.

Delete the word 'guilty' from your vocabulary. Subject to a fine for a slip up. You'll save in no time.

You are innocent (obviously) and that's not a bad thing at all.
You weren't born 'flawed', that's just a con trick.  Perpetuated by
those who think they were, and feeling alone in their pious misery,
use it to trick others into joining them in their isolation.

Turn hope into determination, and stubbornness into persistence.
Never say "We're ONLY human", that's a self limitation and not true.
Be SUPERhumans ( minus 'ego').  You're a mystery and miracle of uncharted potential. The more of it you manifest the more you are.
Born to grow, evolve, change, flourish, like any natural life form.

Never give up or lose positive imaginative power.
There's the path, don't give up your vision or you'll lose your way.
Besides, with integrity, be confident crooked culprits are about to be cropped.
PEACE ON TERRA / AMOR NOT ROMA.

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Planet Visitor.
(We are with you waiting for your waking.  Don't be fooled by fakes now!).

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On 15 May 2013 18:17, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

"*". . . the weenyon big face, looks good.  Saw it last night . . ..

[“(actually WINYAN WAKAN (i spelled it phonetically, weenyon wahkon, for sake of 13 letters and so people would speak it correctly.)” 17 May 2013 20:44]

Wakan (wahkon) means magic as much as holy cos their holy is earth holy and not heaven holy.
Crossed my mindspace the 'love of leaves' winyan (woman) 'might' like to go big face (with just enough leaf to show it's not her throat).
Zoomwise potential imagining how diverse eyes and mouths would look bigface. .  Had to focus in micro for them to work.  So imagined as big eye canvas, brush strokes would be expressionist chunky.
Hmm 3 solar flares in 24 hours no wonder the weather.  I tell people on my shop trip so they have to think outside the biosphere.  Did some weeding troweling and clipping between cold undercloud gusts.
For years i keep typing in, variants of 'visions of an awake/ better/ healthy/ peaceful / world' etc. and there's a distinct absence of visual imagination.  Hence, Blake’s statement re. "peaceful arts".  Must get a paradigm wrench*.  I imagine a world without this slow motion 'suspense' (like, when will evil get got?  Or at least demoted to a functional balance.  To not will that it will is not good for the immune system and vitality in general).  My mother was asking the same question before she went on to spirit land.  I'm sure millions of mothers do.
While the wheel was a bright idea the ones in bureaucracy (consults dictionary) used greed instead of grease and got corroded.  Who in their right 'mind(?)' would consent to be governed by a machine (or anything else) anyway?
Kept hearing planes flying through clouds earlier but not coming out the other side. Looking up (always) thought i might get a good 'chemie' shot without having to talk to a doctor. Pays not to talk to them anyway.
Sun's shining a bit, probably doesn't know what else to do. Must inspect some more soil.
Look out for rainbows!
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Art : a love of leaves, martin law, july 2012
artwork : digital pan play, martin law - 'zoom renderish II', MAY13 - wfp for moo

One for the blog's pot.

On 11 May 2013 17:06, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

BLUE SKY,

and i just missed a clear chemtrail not having camera with me while popping out to buy smallish bag of cotting pompost for planting Lavande et Gloire du matin.

If there's another chemie i'll shoot it.  Damned chemies!  Mad planet altogether wish it would shift over.

Just had another image scanned in. It's from 2003 when i lived in the dark dungeon.

I'm calling it BURNT FILAMENT.

I would have done different background colour if i (Earth forbid) did it again anyway.

The concept was of a sort of scorched photo neg in space, feels sort of enigmatic.  Lots of intricate organic psychotropic detail in there. In the days when i waded through 'sh1t' (1st typo intended) excruciatingly not knowing if and where it was going anywhere with a deadline for an expo for 12 pictures and no daylight plus claustrophobia and environmental noise pollution.

Drenching the thing in murky washes and later sanding through layers to previous layers.  Painted the blue background on later, editing out and selecting organic details as i went.  There's even a UFO in there, an OVNI as the Spanish and French call them.

'Objecto Volarte Non Identificado/ Objet Vollaire Non Identifie.' (sp.?) A beamship scout craft or "^/_)/*~."

Re. wading through stuff i learned a lot about how to inflict needless 'angst' (anguish) on myself.  Thereby KNOWING first hand exactly how NOT to do it any more. Which is why i know what i'm doing these days.

At least when i've divined exactly what it is i WANT to do.  All mist for the grill as i think you say.

It's all about educating catalysts to wake up and be butterflies anyway. Crispy chrysalis critters encrusted and curling suspended in the solar stratosphere so to speak. Which is partly what the painting is about.

I'm glad there are tribe who comprehend outside the box (i hate being in boxes) otherwise if it wasn't for them (and me) i'd be a stuck hermit isolated without a voice in eternity.

Have fun.  ~~~ Rainbowmaker

alias Planet Visitor.**************

Art : Burnt Filament, martin law, 2003

SEEDS, WORDS, WIT.

On 11 May 2013 23:14, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

SEEDS, WORDS, WIT.

                      Seeds, words, wit.  Choose your weapons.

They've already just banned seeds.

The (EU), Egocentric Usurpers.

Usurpers and would be mono-polists of source,

and they're working on words of course.

Words are for spelling and their spells

are not grounded in truth to start with.

Like fake machos who become muscle bound,

they are already myopic and spell bound.

Who decrees 'authorities' have 'authority' anyway?

Not 'God' for sure, gods don't go into business.

Their only claim to be 'authors' is they've written it down.  But their spelling is not grounded in truth.

If they declare: "truth is against the law,"

(and they do), then the law is a lie.

Thereby having no 'authority.'

While they certainly mean business,

that's all they mean: 'Business.'

A 'parasite', is something that makes others' busy-ness, their 'Business'.

By putting 'i' in place of 'Y'.

'I' first, and don't ask 'Y'?

If you want to 'spell' properly,

you have to know seed-syllables and syntax.

Words ARE seeds, and seeds ARE words.

The word is your weapon.  Claim it.  Use it now.

Spread the word as you would sow seeds.

The seed is the word that became leaves.

If you want to inspire a worthy belief,

believe in leaves, demand seeds be left alone.

Never mind your 'sin tax', i speak in short sharp jabs.

Their only short sharp jabs are polluted anti-bodies.

Even then, they mis-spell 'compulsive' as 'compulsory'.  Wrongly thinking they have a right.

Wrong people are not interested in right,

and so, have no valid right to declare others wrong.

There is no 'authority', above or below

that can sanely back up groundless delusion.

"When the right man uses the wrong means

the wrong means work in the right way". (The TAO.)

Alternatively, when you get the wrong people

with no right , to claim to wield power,

you get what we've got now.  Till it backfires.

Leaving them no ground in truth left to stand on.

To speak of wit, which is 'only coincidentally' witty.

Wit is defined as, "practical (AWARE) intelligence".

Look it up.  The 'aware' is intrinsic to intelligence.

Which is why, everything that is perpetrated

is simply to scare people out of their wits,

and i'm not being witty.

When you have your wits about you,

every word you may utter is a seed.

One that need not and cannot be deposited in a bank.

It issues straight from a source beyond monopoly.

'Mono-poly', the ONE which is the source of the many.

The only true source, which is everywhere, and nowhere, (now-here).

Deposit your seeds in the Earth. 

Whether to grow or to store.

The Earth (y)our Mother, she'll take good care of them, with the supremely highest interest available.

Don't meddle in her transactions.

She has a formidably sharp bite to better all sharks.

You will see.

Still arrogant as a cover for your doubtfulness?

Then here's some relevant homework you missed -

Consult:  'The complete prophesies of 'No Eyes''.

Chippaweyan blind woman seer.

She foresaw all this, back before it was dreamed of.

It has a happy outcome of course.

Everything else led only to disaster as prophesied.

Evilization self destructs, and all return to

native 'Indian' tested ways as it was meant to be.

Go on, Google her.  She's right on, so far,

with her itemized list of occurrences which

no-one could have conceived of back then,

and with not much further to go till the eagle flies.

The future, is PLANT POWER

Not POWER PLANT !

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rainbowmaker.

Art : Burnt Filament, martin law, 2003 - extracts
artwork : digital pan play, 'wording seeds', MAY13 - wfp for moo

Long hot summer nights?

On 4 May 2013 00:25, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

Long hot summer nights... hugging the hearth.
 
The "merry month of maybe", giving the grate a side kick to dampen the updraft for fear of soot. Home where the Hibernian hearth is, sipping tea in a broad brimmed hat back after chilly market chat.  Where i in mid banter was approached by a man in similar headgear fondling a formidable telephoto with zoom "just looking for interesting faces" and i was happy to contribute and be shown how i turned out crows feet and all. Said he'd send me them, having typically plugged the blog stating "so long as it won't be used in evidence against me" intuitively psyching that he wasn't a 3 letter acronym with a cover.

Just what i was wanting yesterday, some professional portrait email attachments to attach and email to my kinly attachments. 
A sign of accelerated manifestation. Simultaneous to ambulation contemplating a comment hint of a 'chemtrail post'.  Re the responsibility intrinsic to the power of speech.

Given, the scrawled note on my hall wall, a succinct code: 
"Harm nothing.  Create beauty.  Speak truth".

Ruminating inwardly, 'how DO you break a hard truth softly without walking on eggs, literally?'

I mean, if someone was in the path of an oncoming car and unaware how would i live with myself if i didn't scream
"LOOK OUT!" ?

I mean you don't say "'er, excuse me but...".
If the house is on fire you don't give a damp cloth if the man who put it out had red hair or not.

Except in this case the alarm cry is "LOOK UP!"
"When will you’s ever 'LOOK UP' for Earth's sake!?"

Better stop first.  Switch off your self-phone. Be aware of absent manhole covers, there's never a shortage of burst water mains with men dressed in yellow nearby somewhere chatting over poised picks and shovels.
Anyway there i was.  Avowedly a someone with heartfelt intent to unearth and freely disseminate portents of hope backed by fact, or at least as undetractable as a relatively solid fact could hope to be.  Appalled by mass apathy combined with complaining when it's raining anyway, pondering i was, how to broach a caring question, like:

'When is a cloud NOT a cloud?'

Particularly when the choice at stake is between,
'a will to LIVE, or a willingness to EVIL.

It's plain to see right there, you can't have it both ways, and the absence of firmly insisted choice is interpreted as consent, by certain people who choose to remain nameless and faceless.

Cut to the choice.

A friend remarked that, at least the people who read my blog would already be well aware of exactly what i am so gently alluding to.
It's the others, especially with children and kin to care for, or the confused, or barely coping consensus. How do you share a crucial truth with folks who trust the TV (Divide and Rule) 'programming', more than they could mobilize unanimous COMMUNITY action at the drop of a channel remote control stick?
It IS a moot point.
Disturb an ants' nest and they all go into action as one and resolve the emergency.  Same with bees, wasps, wolves, birds, pick any undomesticated creature.
Whereas, HOMO APATHETICUS?
"I don't like to think about it.  They wouldn't do that."
Well i'm sorry.  They DO.
"And who are 'they' anyway?"
Exactly.  'They' don't want you to know that.
So, for the uninitiated, take a break or read on.  I give you a fair choice.  I have no wish to alarm never mind depress or harm trust and hope.  On the contrary.

Chemtrails, as they are called.

(I nearly lost this whole text to the cybervoid right there!)
Well i got as far as a succinct title:

'RAINING POISON'

That's pretty stark.  Well stark.  Not pretty.
Since anything i may or may not say about it is already prolific (Pro LIFE-ic) throughout the public domain, the wisest thing to do is enter the word 'Chemtrails' into an online search engine.  A bee would consider you slow if you didn't, make a bee line for it.

Surely you've taken a moment to look at the blue sky, particularly when there's a sunny morning.

You've seen vapour trails of passenger jets.  Their white trails naturally evaporate to nothing at a distance behind the plane.

Increasingly, if you look, you will see vapour trails which DON'T just evaporate.  But remain suspended and expand.  They expand to the extent that they become a wide streaky haze.  They are chemically designed to do that.

Shortly after, the weather will change. 
Obscuring the blue of sky and clear sunlight.
We are 'led to believe' that is their purpose. 
You know, "global warming" and all that.
Global warming!  Are you kidding?

"You don't have to be a rocket scientist," so that's one less thing to worry about.  Worry is unproductive anyway.
Quite simply (and it's amply documented by a fast growing army of credible researchers the world over, this is a global phenomenon), the contrails just described are NOT 'condensation trails'.

They don't evaporate.  They are NOT just water vapour.
They consist of a variety of chemicals, including heavy metals, aluminium, barium, and other toxic substances, all of which you will find have been detected and tested and found to be in the water, the soil, the air, and hence the food and all that lives.

'They' call it 'geoengineering', but i know what i'd call it. 
Am i being gentle enough?





I am sorry to wake you, but,
"YOUR HOME IS ON Fire!"







Breathe gently, take a homeopathic 'rescue remedy' if you have one. 
Shock is temporary.  It's sometimes what it takes to wake up. 
Take it easy.  I've said enough.  Don't linger in worry, i recommend you do some simple homework.

When you feel calm and centred i recommend to start with...  carnicom.com.
(That's Clifford Carnicom.  A researcher and lover of wild nature, aren't we all, who subsequently self-educated on the matter.)

There are many documentaries, youtube videos and websites.
Try 'What on earth are they spraying?'

Try aircrap.org.


I first 'got wind' as they say, that this would be occurring, back around 1996 or 7.  It's not just recent but is becoming more apparent to more people in every country.

I must add (i must) that despite the burden of knowledge and any sadness we are to process and arise out of, there are many natural means available which purge toxic substances from the body.
Garlic for example (wouldn't wish you to lose any close friends you may have).  Seaweed then, in most edible forms as part of a healthy diet, otherwise, (thinking of the kids - "Aw mum not seaweed again i hate seaweed!") kelp tablets.  Rosemary, rosemary tea is very powerful strangely enough.  Spirulina and Chlorella from the wholefood shop.  Also Magnesium for certain.  Vitamin D3 for the immune system.  You never need get a cold, why is it called 'the common cold'?  Because of weakened immune systems.

There's just a few, and there's more.

Most of all, a valiant optimistic (opti-mystic) and life loving, trusting SPIRIT.  Dedication to all that is GOOD and TRUE.  The NATURAL BEAUTY of LIFE.

We are not only human you know!

There is more that's transpiring than meets the eye.
The good thing about a bad dream is that it wakes you up.
I apologize if i disturbed you.

As William Blake said (you've heard of him i presume), "Oh what have i done?  The power of the human word".

I hope i've helped in some small or larger way.  I had to say something. We're all here together, and i wish you, and us, and IT, well.~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Planet Visitor.

PS~  PINK!
I like that pink. It's for LOVE not alarm.

photos : moo chemtrail pics by d.p.w.t.

artwork, digital panplay : "in livid fuming" - i burn 1-3; ii bleak 1-2; iii blitzer 1-3; iv blaze 1-3
MAY13 - wfp for moo

art : collage excerpts incl. towpath vision, martin law, April 2013

"Wish they'd quit aerial aerosoling.  They're a load of fecking aerosholes and shld be shut down but a catapult don't shout that far.

So we have to resort to escalating art/word magic with no less of a vehemence 'eye have spoken!'"

MRBM 2 May 2013 18:40

radical innovative avenues

". . . Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids. "

"The idea of enlarging small details of brushwork within existing paintings is interesting."

Art : weenyon wahkon (holy woman), martin law , December 2008
artwork : digital pan play, martin law - 'zoom renderish I', APR13 - wfp for moo

DANDELION TIME 2

Following the original post of. . .

DANDELION TIME.

dandelions, martin law photos, APR13_

Eye have spoken

On 29 April 2013 15:01, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

Just to ack now ledge a gorgeous latest post SURPRISE of 'MAGNIFICATION'.
I was thought-vibing that would be a good next post but forgot to type the thought but moo got it anyway (Channel 16 heat your art out)...
Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women  [forthcoming - ed] notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids.
Eye have spoken.  (13)!
Though i say so myself being still as yet a little bleary from mittag reveille. Having despite yesterday's northerly, gone on the garden anyway

and dug and slugged and lugged mounds and shovelfuls of earthmoving compost blending,

and yellow clay sediment upheaving chopping and pasting, and calling a spade a spade for want of a better worm, resulting in another well made bed.



woW moo’s video of structural collapse and subsequent architextural rebirth sounds like art following function in action and wondering if the innovative windproof window material of transmuted paper would involve varnish perhaps? [yes it would - moo]  Talk about dimension shift!  Well they do don't they?
How to get to the bottom of all this suspense and trouble of treble bluffing memes like Y2k (Y not?),911 ("speaking..") , 11-11-11 and so on ('soon' being the carrot to beat us with and never mind the elusive present), fake false flags fluttering, banks undermined and insane skyscraping vertical empires sprouting mushroomlike and toppling of dominoes moronically built on stilts on silt of shifting flood plain sand all lost empires of Moronia.
The indians knew better.  They retreated to the rocks and returned in Spring to plant in rejuvenated alluvial silt in synch with seasons.
And the poor planet herself with only a skimpy shift to go around in.  Otherwise totally exposed as run by crooks and seditious syndicates perennially proposing perverted puppet presidents setting precedents and reinventing reverse psychopathy hammered into law on the brutal anvil of bribed justice.
"OK so whadya do with a lost populace of poisoned dumbed down freaked out sheep proliferating lambs to the slaughter already?  It wasn't my idea i'm 'just doing my job', gotta put food on the table it's the law yuh know.  Aw gimme a break!
Which reminds me, i haven't had breakfast and it's afternoon already.  Must go and attend to the dandelions i'll extrapolate later.
Much love and keep pushing PEACE ON TERRA.
Angelically magnificent!
~~~rainbowmaker.

Camera :  martin law photo - garden 1 - 3, MAY13