This isn’t really a blog, it’s more like a freak out. No, this is a freak out. I’m freaking out.
Apparently, I have it on the best authority, that, um… that oil, you know THAT oil, well, apparently darling, it’s coming up this way for a visit.
Yes, the current carried out around the tip of Florida on May 28th. So, by now, it’s like almost here? Here already?
Wanna know something else? The fisherman, you know THOSE fisherman, the ones down in the gulf, sorry, slick, yeah - those guys are getting sick.
“It’s like sniffing gasoline,” one of them coughed. He hasn’t been able to get up without coughing his lungs up, that past few days, he’s begun to feel as if he might die soon.
My husband thinks there’s going to be oil film on the Hudson. Really?
“It’s a moving body of water, babe.” he says.
“I think you’re right, I must’ve been a mermaid in a past life, because I feel like someone just told me that my planet died.”
That oil, THAT oil, is coming up here.
You wanna hear some more?
How about this?
Haliburton worked on the rig, two days, yes, two days before it EXPLODED.
Want some more?
Blackwater “contractors” (I love that word) were on the rig right before it exploded.
Have you seen the footage of the oil rig up in flames?
it’s reminiscent somehow, hmmm… anyway…
The oil won’t stop, probably till August, BP says.
I say.
Well, that’s the thing. I don’t know what to say.
They’re killing the planet, I get that. Why? I’m not sure.
But if the polar shift is coming and the crop circle makers are telling us the conduit is closing, and Nibiru (Planet X) is supposed to be coming back, and Quetzcoatl is packing his bags to catch the NASA confirmed comet that’s swinging past Saturn. Same comet that’s supposed to bring the Anti-Christ around…
I THINK IT’S TIME TO RETHINK THIS GAME.
There’s no one way off for you or me. That’s for sure. And you know what, I’m not sure I wanna go anywhere where I can’t get new Monkeys music, so there…
Look at it this way. This is the worst thing we, as a species, have ever done to this planet. And the planet seems frothing angry.
Perhaps, you sense it, as I do.. That our time is slowly running out.
Few will survive.
Few are brave.
Many are scared.
This is a mental game now. That’s why the Falun Gong is banned in China.
You wanna lock up homeys who are breathing and doing gymnastics together? Really?
I get that China is afraid of any group that can group itself toward any directed action, but still, it’s just breathing and meditation. Standard ancient Asian principles. What’s wrong with that?
What if you’re fuckin’ around and doing all this qigong breathing, visual meditation and become enlightened?
Yes, enlightened. Like Budhha, that’s what I said, beta, enlightened.
As in, get the fuck off this planet and go sight seeing around the universe, and through time… yes, enlightened.
Tibet is another example. The Chinese government now holds sole authority over the choosing of subsequent Dalai and Sencha Lamas. (That’s top dog and little dog).
Yes, the Chinese government now handles that…
You see what I’m saying?
Do you think the Chinese are stupid, like we are over here? Do they spend all their time chasing their tails over wedge issues that will never be resolved because they are based on falsehoods and expolited misconceptions, not real problems. Just inflated lies, meant to cause division and discord, all the better to control you, my pretty.
Vibration, frequency, wave particle theory, and 2013
2013 is the year of the Snake, as was 2001... I wanna be around the see it.
Here’s my theory.
I heard a Mexican professor speak about 2012 and what he thought the crop circles were trying to tell us. (Don’t know about the circles or the new NASA confirmed UFO video? Google: New Swirl Order)
The professor put forth the hypothesis, because conjecture really is all we’ve got at this point. Informed conjecture, but all the same…
That time is the bearer of knowledge.
Let me explain that, because it bugged me out when I first heard it, so I know how you feel right now.
Time as the bearer of evolutionary knowledge.
Let’s make it easy. Remember the apes in 2001: Space Odyssey? (Don’t even get me started on the synchromystic shit)
Okay, so when the black monolith shows up, the apes begin to use sticks around them to knock on things, then to build things, then as weapons… the monolith brought evolution.
Imagine the monolith as a representation of time. A physical embodiment of what time brings with it, in phases. As we know the Age of Pisces (the fish, Jesus, all that), an age that has lasted six thousand years is coming to an end on December 21, 2012. And the age of Aquarius is set to begin. Thus, it is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius… harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding… the mind’s true liberation, Aquairus… Aquarius… sorry, I can’t help myself with that song.
So, this professor was basically saying that 2012 isn’t the end of the world, just the world as we know it. He’s saying that as the next age begins, the monolith will figuratively appear. The Age of Aquarius will bring a higher understanding, a new knowledge will be given to those whose vibration could handle to power.
And those who could not. Those who have lived fearful, hatred-filled, envious little lives, will not reach the necessary frequency.
Tibetans light incense because it raises the vibration of the air. Therefore creating an even more psychically powerful environment in which to chant.
Those with the wrong vibration will perish. Call it the reckoning, the rapture, 2012, doomsday, or Judgment Day.
Only those who need to worry should worry. Everyone else should meditate, breath, help, love, and pray.
It’s all we can really do anymore. That and go underground…
Some people I know have already left…
Israel, the Prophecy, and Art…
It is said that the Vatican holds in its possession a prophecy foretelling the end of the world. Revelations! You say. No. I say.
Something else. I first came across it in Behold a Pale Horse and it goes something like this:
Israel will begin a conflict with a very large Middle Eastern country. The war will escalate, bringing about the last world war. The world will end, for us.
Is it true? Is there really a prophecy. To hear some tell it, yes, of course. Others, no of course not, stupid.
The first time I read it I was on a ferry between Denmark and Sweden, and it was my birthday.
“Of course,” I thought. Israel would manage to ruin my birthday, somehow.
When I was 11 I had a teacher named Sister Judy. She was a Catholic nun, and she wouldn’t bank with Citibank because they supported Apartheid in South Africa. She told us to tell our parents not to bank there either. I never told mine, instinctively, even at such a young age, I understood that there were people like Sister Judy and people like my parents.
One sunny day in 7th grade, she handed our class little pamphlets. The front read, The Intifada. The word confused me, it was melodic like Urdu, but I didn’t know what the word meant.
“What does it mean, Sister?” I asked.
“Intifada means uprising, Amber.” She flipped her pamphlet open as she said it, prompting my mirror neurons to follow suit (I have a great article about mirror neurons that I’ll post next week).
Uprising, I pondered the word as my eyes fixed on images of children, who for the most part, looked like me. They sat, bandaged, bloody, some lay dead. Every line seared itself into my heart.
Palestinians, theft, lies, camps, death, war, slaughter, Sabra, Chantilla…. UPRISING
My head swam, I began to cry, not understanding a single word. My naivete, my innocence, my childhood seeped out with those tears I realized years later.
You see, I had never lived in the real world. I lived in the home of two extremely industrious, smart, Pakistani parents who wanted nothing but the best for me. I went to school with kids I had known since five, and teachers who genuinely gave a shit about us.
Unlike most any kid these days, my mind was able to develop and blossom in total freedom from worry. An isolation, almost, if you will, from the worldly grief and hurt that is, in our modern world, synonymous with, well… life. Life is a … bitch, right?
Well, for me, growing up, life was fun. The most hardcore thing we were ever exposed to was sneaking a SINGLE cigarette AFTER we graduated from 8th grade. (I know you’re laughing if you’re reading this Carolina) J
We were the last innocent generation. After us came home computers, the internet, and well… everything that comes with it. Namely, a loss of childhood. I mean, let’s be real, if you’re two clicks away from bestiality porn, are you really a kid anymore?
We were kids, good kids, with strict INVOLVED parents. We lived in an imaginary world. Sheltered from reality.
Until the storm hit.
Intifada. The word burned itself into my brain. Uprising. Theft. Lies. Why? Muslim. Like me. Why?
“I don’t understand, Sister Judy.” I said.
“Neither do I sweetheart,” she looked up at me from her pamphlet, the only blues eyes in the school, wet with tears.
I watched her. In her face I saw something that made me think of my moments of emotion that I (or my family) had never been able to figure out.
I couldn’t watch movies and tv shows when I was a kid, because when the conflict would arise and someone would get hurt, I would cry.
LOL
Yeah, it’s kinda funny now. But I’ll tell ya, being that empathetic 33 years on, is exhausting.
I saw Sister Judy fight back her tears and call the class’ attention to the photos on the back. A small boy, with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, smiling big for the camera, in tattered clothes, sitting in a shanty, surrounded by garbage.
I can’t think of it now without crying, not even twenty years on.
That afternoon, I became an adult. I realized something essential to surviving this world.
Might is right, and speaking truth to power is the only weapon you’ve got.
Uprising.
The world is by nature, unfair. Our society is in our control, therefore, it is unfair as it’s masters have created her.
Karma is divine. Karma, an outside exerted system of absolute truth and justice is fair.
So, I figured, at 11, staying alive long enough to see Karma kick in, was the way to do it.
And that brings us to now.
The Flotilla, my gallery show and my debut on the Anti-Zionist stage. Hell yeah.
I had a solo art show in DUMBO at CCNYon June 3rd.
It was perfect.
And then Mr. Feldman walked in.
As he sneaked past my brother and his wife, my gaze fixed on him. When a middle age man with a portfolio, blue oxford shirt, khakis and glasses walks into a DUMBO Art show, you gotta wonder.
I wondered if he was from building management coming to complain about the blaring Arctic Monkeys soundtrack.
“Hello,” he stuck his hand out at me. And then only shook half my fingers… gross.
“Hello, how are you?” I smiled at him. (When you’ve had as much fun as I had that night, you’d smile at him too).
“Hello I’m Noah Feldman from the Jewish Arts…..”
I didn’t actually hear the rest of it. I was sidetracked by a cohort brandishing a cigar, tempting me out into the stairwell.
“Well, I said, should I take you around the room and we can have a chat about the pieces.”
“Sure, yes, thank you,” he said, but I had to back up cuz he spit on me and I was stoned and it grossed me out.
It’s such a bad idea to be insincere around me when I’m stoned. Because I see right through you, and it’s uncomfortable, for you, and me.
I talked, he pretended to listen. I knew he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying because his eyes kept shifting between the photos, me and something in his pocket. He went through the most cursory of acts, barely trying to impersonate someone paying attention.
So, I stopped, in the middle, just to see if he’d notice. He didn’t. As soon as I stopped speaking, about the ban on the Muslim veil in Europe, this is what he said.
“Such and such religious Muslim leader came to my offices at the Zionist Movement Headquarters and he said.. “
As he continued, he slowly elevated his voice to a shout. As he shouted he looked around at the photos and the other attendees, his voice reached a crescendo as the words,
“ISLAMIC EXTREMISM…” bellowed out of his bearded mouth.
I suspect he thought people would turn and look, but what he didn’t realize was the guy sitting behind him in the chair was the curator of the show, the kids sitting to the left of him thought they might do a set later, and the other two people there were great supporters of Muslim rights.
No one turned, no one looked. The hipsters in the back couldn’t hear anything over Alex Turner’s voice anyway. (The Monkeys save me again, of course, love you boys)
Six blunts in, I thought for the hundredth time that night, man it’s so nice not to be a drinker. I might have hit this guy, if I was in the wrong mood. But stoners are never in the wrong mood. Drinkers are.
Stoners are peaceful, except when there’s a drought, big kiss.
I watched him patiently, he continued to shout, but now emboldened by my silence, he came closer.
And closer.
In a blink, he was standing just three inches from my face, which he had to tiptoe to do, because in my heels I was 5’11’’ that night.
Quietly, I backed up, the understanding washing over me, the cosmos has always been very kind to me. I grasp things easily.
I raised my face to him and he abruptly ceased his spew. He was looking behind me at my grammar school friend who had just walked in with five other guys. Gangster rappers.
I took the opportunity.
“Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ll stop you here, because you have to realize that this has nothing to do with religion. As a Muslim, I don’t believe in the face veil. I think it’s ridiculous. It’s not even in our holy book. It’s cultural and has many origins, including geographical, no one likes getting sand in their nose, right Mr. Feldman?”
He stared at me stupidly. And then, again, as if a switch has been flipped, he started again, this is his exact response to what is written above, suddenly he shouted,
“When the Senior Imam of Such and Such sect came to my headquarters at the Zionist…”
I stepped towards him, I had the taste of Jack Daniels in my mouth. Pavlov Indeed.
He backed up and continued to blurt out nonsense, and then he came back at me, and these are his EXACT WORDS: (spoken with such venom, that I cannot actually do it justice here)
“If the people in Gaza needed aid, which they don’t then they should go through the …”
You know that expression seeing red? My dad has always said it’s more of an orange color. It was kinda rosy for me that night, almost like the color of the Rooh Afzah martinis we served that night. What? what?
“well,” I could hear my curator Misha saying in my mind, “You did name the show, Bring on the Backlash…”
The mention of Gaza though made the capillaries in my eyes bust, and there was nothing I could do.
“Be quiet and listen to me,” I sounded just like my mom. I guess it was good for something ;)
“Stop talking, I told you this show isn’t about religion it’s about religious persecution, it’s about the holocaust happening again. Did you know that hate crimes against Muslims are down since 2008? It’s attacks against the Jews that are up. I’m not doing this because I think this is bad for Muslims. Mr. Feldman, this is bad for me, and for you, it’s bad for anyone who wants to have personal freedom. I’m not on a religious rampage here, this is purely secular, aesthetic representations of an anti-Islam movement I disagree with, for the reasons I’ve just told you.”
He blinked, headed toward the door, and shouted,
“If the Flotilla had gone through the proper channels, none of this would have happened, the people there are getting everything they need. This is just a stunt to make Israel look bad.
I thought of that little boy on the back of the pamphlet as he shouted.
Your time is up I thought as I turned away.
“Thank you Miss Khan, I’m Noah Feldman, from the Jewish Arts…”
I didn’t hear what he said after that, I spotted my YSL lipstick and headed over to it, camera ready is a way of life darling…
As for Mr. Feldman and his one man Anti-Flotilla PR blitz, no doubt one, itsy- bitsy little piece of the multi-million dollar PR blitz that Israel started the day the Israeli Navy slaughtered those Aid Workers. (rest is peace guys, maybe you’ll end up in Muslim paradise, cuz at this point anyone the Israeli’s kill ends up there ;) - I’m sure he won’t be coming back, at least not alone.
As I look back on it now, I see how there was only one, even semi-pro-Muslim show going on in NYC.. And with this mess on their hands, they gotta cover their bases.
But boys, come on, do your homework, didn’t Obama teach you anything?
If you want the hipsters you gotta be hot… and that night, you had to be hotter than me having a “Minimalist Marc Jacobs cut-out dress, hot pink lip” moment…
You lose, I win. This time. I feel like Inspector gadget.
Bring on the Backlash, we’re not stupid. We’re young and smarter than you. And kinder than you.
And stronger than you. As Jim said it best, “They’ve got the guns, but we’ve got the numbers”.
Consciousness Uprising.
Indeed.
Much love.
A
Iran, Obama, Palin, Seth MacFarlane and
more...
I don't know why I keep picking up The Wall Street Journal. I know it's
a rag, at least since good old Rupert bought it, but I can't help
myself. The problem is there's a couple of people in my building who
must be roped into some sort of two year contract, they started off with
a subscription to an astute purveyor of the news and have ended up
with, well, trash. So, they don't pick up their papers anymore.
They just sit in a lonesome pile, usually three or four issues high, on
the desk in the front lobby. Sometimes, if the headline is inflammatory
enough, the pages are picked through, the product of rash curiosity and
a disdain for its politics, the paper is never treated nicely. Not
here on the Upper West Side. No sir.
I've been avoiding Mr. Murdoch and all his madness for a few years now.
I used to be of the mind that I should be watching and reading his
propaganda bullshit just to stay on top of what level of crazy we were
at on that particular day. But I've realized that I'll become one of
those sad statistics soon, you know the one about those people who live
longer cuz they read the funny pages first? Yeah, I'll be the other
guy. And I don't wanna be the other guy that dies of a heart attack
because douchebags like Murdoch want a war. Correction, another war.
Actually, a third war. Right.
So, I stopped paying attention. So much so that I had not even heard
about the Sarah Palin thing until a few days ago. My approach to the
stupidity that just seems to flow so easily from Sarah Palin has been
"eh, who gives a fuck, she's an imbecile."
Little did I know how stupid she actually was... not surprised though,
the stupid always prove themselves... which is, I guess more than I can
say for most of us non-idiots.
More on Mrs. Palin later.
So- Wall Street Journal - once again, for perhaps the seventh or eigth
month in a row, the Journal has run at least two articles on the dangers
that Iran poses to the world. They systematically back Israeli use of
preemptive force. They (just recently) published an opinion piece by a
former CIA operative and a think tank chairman on the necessity for
severe sanctions against Iran. Noting that such an action may incite
violence against the US and its troops abroad. They also note, however
curtly, that there will also be a human price. Iranians will riot they
say. The Green Movement will thrive. Iran will be freed and we can
once again have the oil we need without much hassle. All will be well
and there will be no nuclear war. YAY!
Except the Green Movement isn't what the journal and Fox News or even
CNN keeps telling us that it is. Iran is a dictatorship, right? It
carries out harm and violence on it's people without cause and concern,
right? That's why only one person died during the protests last year?
Really?
Can you imagine what the American-supported Sadam Hussein would have
done to protestors? He of the rape rooms and US aid packages? Well,
what does it matter now what Iraq would have done, that problem is
solved. Sure.
The US, along with Israel are trying hard to force the world's hand in
this tense battle of ideals. The US has only to mount financial
pressure on Europe, the Journal claims, Europe will neatly concede, Iran
will be isolated. The "Green Movement" will win the sympathies of the
affected population, and voila! we're back to 1968! YAY! Iran is our
friend again (read: one of the only nations in the Middle East to defy
Western infiltration and influence will once again be brought into the
fold).
This thinking will push us, headfirst into a nuclear war.
There is a generally held misconception in the Western world about
Iranians. The demigogues controlling ths show seem to think that all
they have to do is show Americans photos of guys with lost of body hair,
turbans and brown skin and we'll all fall into line. They're
terrorists, they are going to blow us up, after they're finished with
Israel, and then we'll all have to become Muslim!! HURRY LOAD THE BOMBS
DAMNITT!!
But the reality is much different. Iranians are descendants of an
extremely productive free-thinking Islamic Empire, they see themselves
still as unique. They are not Arab, they are not Europeans, they are
not Asians. They are Persian. They have a tremendous and impressive
history and they have lived in the elevated state that the Persian
Empire created for many centuries now. They will not be ruled from the
outside. The deposing of the Shah was proof-positive. And the US has
never gotten over it. Any attempt to encroach on Iran's sovereignty
will bring a violent response, this much is certain. However, what Mr.
former CIA operative and Mr. Murdoch have wrong is what impact that will
have on their precious "Green Movement".
The "Green Movement" will not rise up against Iranian authority once the
US threatens Iran with either bombs or severe sanctions. No, this is
amnesiac thinking.
Iranians are by nature progressive, because they are smart. It's like
the Indians, they have the largest democracy in the world because
they're smart. They get it.
Iranians get it too, they're modern and have modern aspirations. This
does not however rub out their sense of nationalism... well, for one,
because it's not really nationalism, it's beyond that.
They're like the French of the Middle East if you will... They believe
in their Allah-appointed specialness, their refinement, their
literature, their films, the beauty of their women (with or without the
nose jobs), They are in many respects, a whole lot, like Americans.
Interesting, no?
So what will happen when you threaten to turn Iran into a doppelganger
of next-door Iraq?
You will see the total extermination, on the street level, of anything
even resembling the "Green Movement".
Put it this way - Iranians would rather be ruled by an Iranian nut job
than by an American anything...
Get it?
The Iranians know, and have known since 74, that America is sitting
right outside their borders and they want in. No amount of agent
infiltration, color coding, or youtube footage is going to change that.
It's not Obama time over there... and even if it was, they're not that
stupid.
And we shouldn't be so naive either.
Iran is not just Iran. Iran is the seat of the Shiite leader. If the
Shiite leader comes out and says that America has impinged on Iran's
sovereignty and is to be seen as an enemy, do you know what will happen?
Murdoch knows, the Mossad knows, Obama knows too...
Hell will break loose, Hezbollah, Hamas, Mujahideen in Iraq and
Afghanistan, Pakistan...
How far will that message spread? Ask a Shiite, they'll tell ya.
Yuck... another war... Israel bombing Iran... preemptively, an idea
they're quite fond of defending in Israel... they've done good with it
in the past with no one to reel them in... makes sense that they'd wanna
try again, maybe test out some of those US gifted nukes no one wants to
talk about.
But let's talk about it.
You start a war on Iran's border. You give Israel nukes. You run
Special Ops throughout Iran, inciting discord, hoping for
destabilization. What did we expect would happen?
Wouldn't you start enriching Uraniaum if the US was carrying out a
laothsome, deporable war, rife with torture, on your border?
That's the argument for Israel, isn't it? They need the bomb to deal
with the crazies over there, right?
But what do the Iranians need to deal with the crazies over here?
Goodwill?
The only real answer to this cluster fuck is to get the fuck out of
Iraq, get the fuck out of Afghanistan, twist the Israeli's monetary arm
and get them to agree to reopening Gaza and not letting people starve to
death and then well, maybe leave the middle east alone?
Yeah, silly thought, isn't it.
But that's just it. It's silly to think of America not having it's
finger in every black gold pie.
I guess it's just as silly for Iran to think of itself as being another
American colony....
and so it goes...
On another note, and just because I feel like it... who saw Seth
MacFarlane on Bill Maher? OMG, he's so intensely smart, and funny, and
.. um... well, looks just like Leo DiCaprio, except he has dark hair,
and well, a brain...
check out the episode if you missed it. His Captain Kirk impression is
so good... if you're a Trekkie, it'll do things to ya ;)
There's also a lot of good talk about how torture doesn't work (good for
you Bill for finally coming around, you fuckin' dinosaur) and about how
Republicans and bankers are douchebags, and how Dick Cheney should be
tried for war crimes...
next week...
kiss kiss.
A
p.s. oh yeah, and one more thing about Sarah Palin... Dear Racist
Morons, you finally picked someone just like you to represent you, good
work, now we don't have to joke about how stupid ya'll are anymore...
Sarah's filled us in plenty... good work... good work... good work. You
did it! Now let's just see what we can do about having that pesky thing
called Science taken out of public school curriculum!
