-H stands for Hollywood-Let us arrest them and put them on trial -
when did it become normal or rational to go from making--horror-- movies to
shoot people walking slow down the street with fake blood on themselves who
happen to have a physical challenge of walking normal ?
For example how did they get dressed?
They all have clothes on...how does that happen if you can't even move
your arms too well...stiffness you know from being dead...or how is it
some one like brad pitt makes a zombie movie? why ? wasn't it fun enough
to impersonate democrats in mr and mrs smith ? shooting up malls ?
And when did it go from -interview with a vampire- ( yes a gay movie-- yes tom
cruise and brad pitt in it---yes don't worry i will check on google before i put this
on the blog to be correct)...so...when did it go from -interview with a vampire- movie
to the Twilight series, whatever,where recently, it was Like everyone in media, it seemed,
ONLY cared about discussing the stars of vampire shows, films or tv nightly series?wtf !!
(those brainwashing Liberal fck##rs. they try to control our news and our tv sets...)
Why did the H in USA go from making war movies* to making sure the only shooting being
done was in front of your normal store or neighborhood we all Live in ? And of couse, sure,
Many of the Zombies DO look like our real neighbors,teachers or reps in the US Congress, but...thats not the point !!!! The problem is when media started making sure the kids see all this gore on tv and in movies you know it's only a matter of time for some people, they will assume this is ALL America is about any more....sick...very sick stuff..."walking dead"-- series--good example...Then they go shoot up people with a gun for real.
-Producers of the vampires/zombie craze movies//tv shows-Let us arrest them/ put them on trial -
well the bottom line is this--some where someone said --what the Hell!!--
let's really mess up the youth of America and have bloody gore zombie movies on one channel and vampires on another channel and if you have a 3rd channel tv set in the home
(just kidding) it will contain re-run movies of the zombie//vampire tv shows that were so---"famous, successful" --- that yes oh yes they HAD to make it a movie!! ...sick
The important difference between making the horror genre movies that have no plot and show mindless violence, and making war movies is the Latter, the war movies actually
have plots and show good guys versus bad guys...maybe hollywood has no more real
patriots in it any more...you see in a war movie you need to know your history of the nations in that war, what their own identity of themselves was all about. It means you have to do something Liberals in Hollyweird would never do nowadays...research the facts and tell the truth. That's what always happens in a war movie...The violence is occasionally happening, but not all the time...it's the enemy you shoot, in war or he shoots you. It's not Mabeline, who just got bit and was your sister an hour ago but now...bang bang...you have to kill her because she is, yup, a zombie and might bite you...this is not a plot people.
These shows are not only disgusting visually, they are designed to remove any sense of moral values or decency left in young people who have not had all theirs already taken from them by Liberal teachers in school yesterday...wake up parents... TV today is what the religious families warned their kids about 20 or 30 yrs ago but back then we thought it could never happen that even the TV, prime time viewing would mess up your kids. It was in the past that certain movies would mess them up--but hollyweird and elitist punks got around it and the censors too, thank a fed when you get a chance...they now allow the rot on tv to puke your Living room any night of the week when you are not home but your kids are.
Maybe Just maybe the bad guys in usa are winning...Le'ts arrest all those responsible for the vampire movies and books and zombie movies ( no we NEVER arrest brad pitt!!! you kidding me? i know that !!! he won that oscar for his role in 12 monkeys--i get it !!!) but all these other creeps--we arrest them-- not the actors. or the extras playing dead people not yet so dead... but we arrest the producers, the sponsors, and those who started the ball rolling ( or head rolling) on this thing....yes and sure please send this to them all...let them see. some of us are not so impressed with what they call creative artistic license.Let us arrest them and put them on trial for trying to destroy the minds of the youth of America. It might already be too Late for them...
--derrufo ( moral Kerosene at twitter ) google derrufo for ufo research info ....
* movies Like : THE EXPENDABLES that we thought were war movies we see are all about actors egos, not much info in them is relevant to people in a modern world.
ufo researcher, former member of US AIR FORCE tries to get the word out after 20 years of searching and finding evidence of ufo alien ships but also he Learned of the coverup against his true stories to the public.The blog and youtube areas are where he tried to tell the world the true facts he knows about....google phrase derrufo ( not darkufo)
Monday, October 21, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
PKD saw something and wrote about it
(derr : one has to wonder what it is PKD
thought he saw in 1974 ...)
quoting PKD :
Here is the secret & perpetual &
ever-growing victory by God over his adversary as he
(God) defeats him (Satan) again & again in the game
they play—the cosmic dialectic that I saw. This is
enantiodromia at its ultimate: the conversion of the
irreal to the real. In my case it was the conversion of
"the human intellect will not lead to God but will
lead only deeper & deeper into delusion" into its mir-
ror opposite: "The human intellect, when it has
pushed to infinity, will at last, through ever deepen-
ing delusion, find God." Thus I am saved: & know
that I did not start out seeing God (2-3-74) (which led
to this 6.5 year exegesis), but, instead, wound up
finding God (11-17-80)—an irony that Satan did not
foresee. & thus the wise mind (God) wins once again,
& the game continues. But someday it will end. -PKD
from the book:
PKD: VALIS / Exegesis
In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis from :
© 1991 by The Estate of Philip K. Dick
Cover art © 1991 by Ilene Meyer
Preface © 1991 by Lawrence Sutin.
Afterword © 1991 by Terence McKenna
Introduction © 1991 by Jay Kinney.
thought he saw in 1974 ...)
quoting PKD :
Here is the secret & perpetual &
ever-growing victory by God over his adversary as he
(God) defeats him (Satan) again & again in the game
they play—the cosmic dialectic that I saw. This is
enantiodromia at its ultimate: the conversion of the
irreal to the real. In my case it was the conversion of
"the human intellect will not lead to God but will
lead only deeper & deeper into delusion" into its mir-
ror opposite: "The human intellect, when it has
pushed to infinity, will at last, through ever deepen-
ing delusion, find God." Thus I am saved: & know
that I did not start out seeing God (2-3-74) (which led
to this 6.5 year exegesis), but, instead, wound up
finding God (11-17-80)—an irony that Satan did not
foresee. & thus the wise mind (God) wins once again,
& the game continues. But someday it will end. -PKD
from the book:
PKD: VALIS / Exegesis
In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis from :
© 1991 by The Estate of Philip K. Dick
Cover art © 1991 by Ilene Meyer
Preface © 1991 by Lawrence Sutin.
Afterword © 1991 by Terence McKenna
Introduction © 1991 by Jay Kinney.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
excerpts are from -- P K Dick : VALIS / Exegesis
selected excerpts are from -- PKD: VALIS / Exegesis
--transfer of this selected material from the book is requested without
protest of the PKDick Estate as FAIR USE Requested
-- (from, dadaderass derrufo kenopke)
In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis
book data :
Clothbound: ISBN 0-88733-091-6 - Softcover: ISBN 0-88733-093-2
© 1991 by The Estate of Philip K. Dick
Cover art © 1991 by Ilene Meyer
Preface © 1991 by Lawrence Sutin.
Afterword © 1991 by Terence McKenna
Introduction © 1991 by Jay Kinney.
derr comments are marked by this--> derr :
PKD:I saw it as it really is: I saw with the ajna [third]
eye. (1979)
- - - - abbreviations I use :
& = and PKD = Phillip K Dick
(derr: when a person is obsessed,not overseen he can
become a writer that never gets past one chapter just like
Jack Nicholsan in THE SHINING =--PKD is so obsessed
by one crystallized idea and thought process ...)
- - - -
God manifested himself to me as the infinite void;
but it was not the abyss; it was the vault of heaven,
with blue sky and wisps of white clouds. He was not
some foreign God but the God of my fathers. He was
loving and kind and he had personality. He said, "You
suffer a little now in life; it is little compared with the
great joys, the bliss that awaits you. Do you think I in
my theodicy would allow you to suffer greatly in pro-
portion to your reward?" He made me aware, then, of
the bliss that would come; it was infinite and sweet.
He said, "I am the infinite. I will show you. Where I
am, infinity is; where infinity is, there I am. Construct
lines of reasoning by which to understand your experi-
ence in 1974. I will enter the field against their shift-
ing nature. You think they are logical but they are not;
they are infinitely creative."
- - - -
I thought a thought and then an infinite regres-
sion of theses and countertheses came into being. God
said, "Here I am; here is infinity." I thought another
explanation; again an infinite series of thoughts split
off in dialectical antithetical interaction. God said,
"Here is infinity; here I am." I thought, then, an infi-
nite number of explanations, in succession, that
explained 2-3-74; each single one of them yielded up
an infinite progression of flipflops, of thesis and
antithesis, forever. Each time, God said, "Here is infin-
ity. Here, then, I am." I tried for an infinite number of
times; each time an infinite regress was set off and
each time God said, "Infinity. Hence I am here." Then
he said, "Every thought loads to infinity, does it not?
Find one that doesn't." I tried forever. All led to an
infinitude of regress, of the dialectic, of thesis, antithe-
sis and new synthesis. Each time, God said, "Here is
infinity; here am I. Try again." I tried forever. Always
it ended with God saying, "Infinity and myself; I am
here." I saw, then, a Hebrew letter with many shafts,
and all the shafts led to a common outlet; that outlet
or conclusion was infinity. God said, "That is myself. I
am infinity. Where infinity is, there am I; where I am,
there is infinity. All roads—all explanations for 2-3-74—
lead to an infinity of Yes-No, This or That, On-Off, One-
Zero, Yin-Yang, the dialectic, infinity upon infinity; an
infinities [sic] of infinities. I am everywhere and all
roads lead to me; omniae viae ad Deum ducent [all
roads lead to God]. Try again. Think of another possi-
ble explanation for 2-3-74." I did; it led to an infinity
of regress, of thesis and antithesis and new synthesis.
"This is not logic," God said. "Do not think in terms of
absolute theories; think instead in terms of probabili-
ties. Watch where the piles heap up, of the same the-
ory essentially repeating itself. Count the number of
punch cards in each pile. Which pile is highest? You
can never know for sure what 2-3-74 was. What, then,
is statistically most probable? Which is to say, which
pile is highest? Here is your clue: every theory leads to
an infinity (of regression, of thesis and antithesis and
new synthesis). What, then, is the probability that I
am the cause of 2-3-74, since, where infinity is, there I
am? You doubt; you are the doubt as in:
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly I am the wings.
I am the doubter and the doubt
From the poem "Brahma" by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
"You are not the doubter; you are the doubt itself.
So do not try to know; you cannot know. Guess on the
basis of the highest pile of computer punch cards.
There is an infinite stack in the heap marked INFIN-
ITY, and I have equated infinity with me. What, then,
in the chance that it is me? You cannot be positive; you
will doubt. But what is your guess?"
I said, "Probably it is you, since there is an infinity
of Infinities forming before me."
"There is the answer, the only one you will ever
have," God said.
"You could be pretending to be God," I said, "and
actually be Satan." Another infinitude of thesis and
antithesis and new synthesis, the infinite regress, was
set off.
God said, "Infinity."
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
- - - -
I said, "You could be testing out a logic system in a giant
computer and I am—" Again an infinite
regress.
"Infinity," God said.
"Will it always be infinite?" I said. "An infinity?"
"Try further," God said.
"I doubt if you exist," I said. And the infinite
regress instantly flew into motion once more.
"Infinity," God said. The pile of computer punch
cards grew; it was by far the largest pile; it was infinite.
"I will play this game forever," God said, "or until
you become tired."
I said, "I will find a thought, an explanation, a
theory, that does not set off an infinite regress." And,
us soon as I said that, an infinite regress was set off.
God said "Over a period of six and a half years you
have developed theory after theory to explain 2-3-74.
Each night when you go to bed you think, 'At last I
found it. I tried out theory after theory until now,
finally, I have the right one.' And then the next morning
you wake up and say, 'There is one fact not
explained by that theory. I will have to think up
another theory.' And so you do. By now it is evident
to you that you are going to think up an infinite num-
ber of theories, limited only by your lifespan, not lim-
ited by your creative imagination. Each theory gives
rise to a subsequent theory, inevitably. Let me ask
you; I revealed myself to you and you saw that I am
the infinite void. I am not in the world, as you
thought; I am transcendent, the deity of the Jews and
Christians.
- - - -
What you see of me in world that you
took to ratify pantheism—that is my being filtered
through, broken up, fragmented and vitiated by the
multiplicity of the flux world; it is my essence, yes,
but only a bit of it: fragments here and there, a glint,
a riffle of wind ... now you have seen me transcen-
dent, separate and other from world, and I am more;
I am the infinitude of the void, and you know me as
I am. Do you believe what you saw? Do you accept
that where the infinite is, I am; and where I am,
there is the infinite?"
I said, "Yes."
God said, "And your theories are infinite, so I am
there. Without realizing it, the very infinitude of your
theories pointed to the solution; they pointed to me
and none but me. Are you satisfied, now? You saw me
revealed in theophany; I speak to you now; you have,
while alive, experienced the bliss that is to come; few
humans have experienced that bliss. Let me ask you,
Was it a finite bliss or an infinite bliss?"
I said, "Infinite."
"So no earthly circumstance, situation, entity or
thing could give rise to it."
"No, Lord," I said.
"Then it is I," God said. "Are you satisfied?"
"Let me try one other theory," I said. "What happened
in 2-3-74 was that—" And an infinite regress was
set off, instantly.
"Infinity," God said. "Try again. I will play forever,
for infinity."
"Here's a new theory," I said. "I ask myself, 'What
God likes playing games? Krishna. You are Krishna.'"
And then the thought came to me instantly, "But
there is a god who mimics other gods; that god is
Dionysus. This may not be Krishna at all; it may be
Dionysus pretending to be Krishna." And an infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said.
"You cannot be YHWH Who You say You are," I
said. "Because YHWH says, 'I am that which I am,' or,
'I shall be that which I shall be.' And you—"
"Do I change?" God said. "Or do your theories
change?"
"You do not change," I said. "My theories change.
You, and 2-3-74, remain constant."
"Then you are Krishna playing with me," God
said.
"Or I could be Dionysus," I said, "pretending to be
Krishna. And I wouldn't know it; part of the game is
that I, myself, do not know. So I am God, without real-
izing it. There's a new theory!" And at once an infinite
regress was set off; perhaps I was God, and the "God"
who spoke to me was not.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again. Another move."
"We are both Gods," I said, and another infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said.
"I am you and you are you," I said. "You have
divided yourself in two to play against yourself. I, who
am one half, I do not remember, but you do. As it says
in the GITA, as Krishna says to Arjuna, 'We have both
lived many lives, Arjuna; I remember them but you
do not."*
"' And an infinite regress was set off; I could
well be Krishna's charioteer, his friend Arjuna, who
does not remember his past lives.
"Infinity," God said.
I was silent.
"Play again," God said.
"I cannot play to infinity," I said. "I will die before
that point comes."
"Then you are not God," God said. "But I can play
throughout infinity; I am God. Play."
- - - -
(derr : in the book _the transmigration of timothy archer_ there are
too many references to madness & insanity so that we the Rational
inquiring world-mind of earthKeep (PKD Fans ) are forced to finally
confront the PKD who is perhaps sick asking for help but
in a purely genius of a writer methodology so we
of course keep on reading--waiting for the next book...
brilliant Phil, brilliant.)
"Perhaps I will be reincarnated," I said. "Perhaps
we have done this before, in another life." And an
infinite regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again."
"I am too tired," I said.
"Then the game is over."
"After I have rested—"
"You rest?" God said. "
George Herbert** wrote of me:
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessnesse.
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodness leade him not, yet wearinesse
May tosse him to my breast.
"Herbert wrote that in 1633," God said. "Rest and
the game ends."
"I will play on," I said, "after I rest. I will play until
finally I die of it."
"And then you will come to me," God said.
"Play."
* Krishna to Arjuna in chapter 10 of the BHAGAVAD GITA.
** George Herbert (1593-1633), English Christian poet and mystic. The
lines quoted by PKD form the final stanza of the poem "The Pulley." In
line five, "my" is capitalized in the original.
"This is my punishment," I said, "that I play, that I
try to discern if it was you in March of 1974." And the
thought came instantly, My punishment or my
reward; which? And an infinite series of thesis and
antithesis was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again."
"What was my crime?" I said, "that I am
compelled to do this?"
"Or your deed of merit," God said.
"I don't know," I said.
God said, "Because you are not God."
"But you know," I said. "Or maybe you don't
know and you're trying to find out." And an infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again. I am waiting."
(17 November 1980)
God said that I couldn't know with certainty, but,
instead, to watch where the computer punch cards
piled up. Okay.
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
(1) As late as 11-16-80 (the day Ray* arrived) I theo-
rized that Valis was the macrometaso makosmos** and
the "second signal" and that this was the Cosmic
Christ, not disguised as an invader in our universe
but assembling itself out of our universe. So here you
have the Cosmic Christ, seen in 3-74.
(2) In my anamnesis I remembered being a Christian,
of the first century C.E. This was "Thomas." He
brought with him the original sacraments of the apos-
tolic secret church.
(3) On 11-17-80 I experienced a (why not an epiphany?)
theophany and God turned out to be the Christian God, of love (his
nature was love). He told me that my problem was
that I could not believe I had seen him, specifically
him, in 3-74.
* Ray Torrence, bookseller and friend of PKD. Torrence was paying a
visit to PKD and was with PKD on 17 November 1980, the date of what
PKD called the "theophany." In interview with the editor, Torrence stated
that he recalled nothing unusual about PKD that day.
** Ultimate cosmic body or structure.
(4) Small details. Disinhibition by the Christian fish
sign. The Acts material in TEARS. Seeing the world of
Acts. Remembering the supratemporal eidos of the
secret underground revolutionary Christians, of which
I am one, battling the Black Iron Prison; what I call
realm #3 or morphological arrangement.
The first three; let us consider.
(1) Possibility that Valis (the macrometaso makosmos
and "second signal" are the Cosmic Christ.
(2) Thomas was a secret early Christian.
(3) When God revealed himself to me in a theoph-
any he was the Christian God, specifically.
Don't these all fit together? Look at how the com-
puter punch cards fall; look at the distribution. (3) is
proved; He proved who he was by causing me to expe-
rience infinite bliss. Oh Yes:
Regarding (4), the AI voice's initial statement was,
"St. Sophia will be born again; she wasn't acceptable
before." Another small item.
derr comments are marked by this---> derr:
(derr: when a person is obsessed,not overseen he can
become a writer that never gets past one chapter just like
Jack Nicholsan in THE SHINING =--PKD is so obsessed
by one crystallized idea and thought process ...)
PKD: How do the computer punch cards fall now, with
the addition? Mention of St. Sophia (Christ), the
Christian God—who told me that my theorizing in
the exegesis was not logical but infinitely creative;
and he would take the field and block my endless
speculations.
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
(derr : in trans. of timothy archer there are too many references to
madness & insanity so that we the Rational inquiring world-mind of
earthKeep are forced to finally confront the PKD who is perhaps sick
asking for help but in a purely genius of a writer methodology so we
of course keep on reading--waiting for the next book...
brilliant Phil, brilliant.)
PKD : Isn't (1) and (2) verified by (3), which is a known?
Can't I work backwards from (3) to especially (1),
which is to say, Valis, the macrometaso makosmos, the
"second signal" (vide entry date 11-16-80)? I would say
yes; yes I can.
Also, I have the impression that the dialectic (that
I saw in 3-74) represented two processes at two levels:
(1) The disintegrating "splitting" of entropic time. This would be
world and would pervade all creation.
(2) At the same time (so to speak) at a higher
level it would be God versus Satan, with God as
the wiser horn who always wins through
enantiodromia.
(derr : a query from those of flesh form who are weary
of the winning so-called wiser god's REALITY. Tell us PKD how you
hold such ideas if you know how terrible war is - how awful
Nixon's 1960s madness of the USA was? Why do you say Satan
is Losing out against God ? How do you tell which force that rules on
Planet Earth _IS_the real SATAN or GOD ??? Do you see an error in your high
built wall of reason?As YOU PKD Studied GOD ?)
PKD : Now, this winning through wisdom points to the
Cosmic Christ, since Christ is Holy Wisdom, St.
Sophia, Hagia Sophia, Wisdom personified. Also
Christ is God ("Kai Theos en ho logos") [The King is God
through his Word]. Therefore, if this be true, perhaps
although I did see world in 3-74 I saw world as Christ;
world becoming the Cosmic Christ (the
macrometasomahosmos).... Then Christ combatting
Satan in the dialectic is God Himself, the Christian
God of love, combatting Satan. This would explain
why one horn of the dialectic was wiser than the
other, and, despite the power of the other, always won
(through its wisdom; this is what produces the cease-
less enantiodromia). By the way; this fits in with
Jakob Bohme's vision of the Yes-No dialectic of God
who passes through stages, and that the negative or
"No" sides are what we experience as evil. In my opin-
ion this is God as the Cosmic Christ.
A trinitarian view of God and Christ being of
one substance must be held in order to understand
this.The arguments for Valis being the Cosmic Christ
are not conclusive but they are compelling.[... ]
(11-24-80)
So Satan served me up a sophisticated world in
accord with my epistemological expectations (as
expressed in my 10 volume meta novel)* & I took this
to be God & worshipped it, which is not only delu-
sion—although a subtle delusion—but blasphemy; but
in doing this
1) Satan revealed to me a great deal about
world (although he led me to believe it was God,
not world); &
2) Because of the infinitude of my theorizing I
reached God anyhow—& this is an example of the tri-
umph of God the wise horn of the dialectic; so:
3) The dialectic revealed to me is the entropic
world-process; but also:
4) The dialectic is God in combat with Satan &
God always wins; winning me (as expressed in 11-17-
80) is an example: Satan's delusions led me to God in
the end (through the "infinity" route; viz: as God said,
"Where there is infinity, there is God; where there is
God, there is infinity.").
Thus my exegesis has been futile, has been delu-
sion, &: has been a hell-chore (as I was beginning to
realize, but God delivered me from it, from my own
exegesis; & he pointed out the one truth in it: the infin-
ity expressed in it was—but this was overlooked by
Satan who does not possess absolute knowledge—a
road to God, & did lead there; but only when I recog-
nized the exegesis as futile & a hell-chore delusion.
Hence God permitted this deluding by Satan, know-
ing when it would end.
So I wind up knowing a lot more about world—
world as we will later experience it, the world—expe-
rience of the future; & I no longer suppose that I was
discening God & realize that I was discerning world instead;
* PKD would group various of his past works into thematic: wholes to
which he gave the name "meta novel". See chapter four herein,
"Interpretations of His Own Works," for examples of this process. The
precise configuration PKD had in mind here is unclear.
PKD :
& I was at last led to God. But not by my
intellect, not by Gnosis, not by myself at all; it was
due to God's initiative due to his loving-kindness; &
what was proved was (once again) that all
roads/ways/routes if pushed far enough lead to God.
Hence (as I say) there is an example of how God the
wise born of the dialectic defeats its stupider foe inev-
itably in the end—this was an enantiodromia. It
occurred when I realized that all that I had seen of
God in 2-3-74 was a glint of color & a rippled wind in
the weeds of the alley, acting on reality; that Valis
was not God but rather world ("the reality field") per-
turbed (from beyond creation) by God; but this did
not yield knowledge of God direct, but only by infer-
ence; & that in fact 2-3-74 was not a theophany, but
was a more sophisticated experience of world: cre-
ation pulled through infinity by reaching the end of
(exhausting) its creative/entropic "splitting" (disinte-
grating; differentiating) dialectic process: entropic
time converted into negentropic time. But this was
still world, & Satan caused me to worship it... to fall
victim to it, ensnared by it; taking it to be God; until
I found that I had pushed my exegesis to infinity
without result! & then I focused on the very infini-
tude of my theories & saw (recognized) this as an
instance of cosmogenic entropy; &, at last exhausted,
prayed for release; & God did appear to me in the-
ophany & took the field & blocked each & all theo-
ries, & ended my exegesis, not in defeat but in logical
discovery of Him (which Satan had not foreseen).
Thus intellect & knowledge on my part led to exhaus-
tion & to destruction of that intellect & a recognition
of the futility of what I was doing; I knew I knew
nothing; & then God took the field & made his move
that resulted in the enantiodromia that led me to
him anyhow, as if I had wandered that way by
chance; but it was by his plan all along. & this was an
instance of the dialectic that I had seen.Finally I wind up with
viz: VALIS_Exegesis-2.jpg
Both these 2 following statements are true:
1) The intellect will not lead you to God.
2) The intellect will lead you to God.
-- ---- -- --- --- -- --- ---
(derr : a query from those of flesh form who are weary
of the winning so-called wiser god's REALITY. Tell us PKD how you
hold such ideas if you know how terrible war is - how awful
Nixon's 1960s madness of the USA was? Why do you say Satan
is Losing out against God ? How do you tell which force that rules on
Planet Earth _IS_the real SATAN or GOD ??? Do you see an error in your high
built wall of reason?As YOU PKD Studied GOD ?)
--transfer of this selected material from the book is requested without
protest of the PKDick Estate as FAIR USE Requested
-- (from, dadaderass derrufo kenopke)
In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis
book data :
Clothbound: ISBN 0-88733-091-6 - Softcover: ISBN 0-88733-093-2
© 1991 by The Estate of Philip K. Dick
Cover art © 1991 by Ilene Meyer
Preface © 1991 by Lawrence Sutin.
Afterword © 1991 by Terence McKenna
Introduction © 1991 by Jay Kinney.
derr comments are marked by this--> derr :
PKD:I saw it as it really is: I saw with the ajna [third]
eye. (1979)
- - - - abbreviations I use :
& = and PKD = Phillip K Dick
(derr: when a person is obsessed,not overseen he can
become a writer that never gets past one chapter just like
Jack Nicholsan in THE SHINING =--PKD is so obsessed
by one crystallized idea and thought process ...)
- - - -
God manifested himself to me as the infinite void;
but it was not the abyss; it was the vault of heaven,
with blue sky and wisps of white clouds. He was not
some foreign God but the God of my fathers. He was
loving and kind and he had personality. He said, "You
suffer a little now in life; it is little compared with the
great joys, the bliss that awaits you. Do you think I in
my theodicy would allow you to suffer greatly in pro-
portion to your reward?" He made me aware, then, of
the bliss that would come; it was infinite and sweet.
He said, "I am the infinite. I will show you. Where I
am, infinity is; where infinity is, there I am. Construct
lines of reasoning by which to understand your experi-
ence in 1974. I will enter the field against their shift-
ing nature. You think they are logical but they are not;
they are infinitely creative."
- - - -
I thought a thought and then an infinite regres-
sion of theses and countertheses came into being. God
said, "Here I am; here is infinity." I thought another
explanation; again an infinite series of thoughts split
off in dialectical antithetical interaction. God said,
"Here is infinity; here I am." I thought, then, an infi-
nite number of explanations, in succession, that
explained 2-3-74; each single one of them yielded up
an infinite progression of flipflops, of thesis and
antithesis, forever. Each time, God said, "Here is infin-
ity. Here, then, I am." I tried for an infinite number of
times; each time an infinite regress was set off and
each time God said, "Infinity. Hence I am here." Then
he said, "Every thought loads to infinity, does it not?
Find one that doesn't." I tried forever. All led to an
infinitude of regress, of the dialectic, of thesis, antithe-
sis and new synthesis. Each time, God said, "Here is
infinity; here am I. Try again." I tried forever. Always
it ended with God saying, "Infinity and myself; I am
here." I saw, then, a Hebrew letter with many shafts,
and all the shafts led to a common outlet; that outlet
or conclusion was infinity. God said, "That is myself. I
am infinity. Where infinity is, there am I; where I am,
there is infinity. All roads—all explanations for 2-3-74—
lead to an infinity of Yes-No, This or That, On-Off, One-
Zero, Yin-Yang, the dialectic, infinity upon infinity; an
infinities [sic] of infinities. I am everywhere and all
roads lead to me; omniae viae ad Deum ducent [all
roads lead to God]. Try again. Think of another possi-
ble explanation for 2-3-74." I did; it led to an infinity
of regress, of thesis and antithesis and new synthesis.
"This is not logic," God said. "Do not think in terms of
absolute theories; think instead in terms of probabili-
ties. Watch where the piles heap up, of the same the-
ory essentially repeating itself. Count the number of
punch cards in each pile. Which pile is highest? You
can never know for sure what 2-3-74 was. What, then,
is statistically most probable? Which is to say, which
pile is highest? Here is your clue: every theory leads to
an infinity (of regression, of thesis and antithesis and
new synthesis). What, then, is the probability that I
am the cause of 2-3-74, since, where infinity is, there I
am? You doubt; you are the doubt as in:
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly I am the wings.
I am the doubter and the doubt
From the poem "Brahma" by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
"You are not the doubter; you are the doubt itself.
So do not try to know; you cannot know. Guess on the
basis of the highest pile of computer punch cards.
There is an infinite stack in the heap marked INFIN-
ITY, and I have equated infinity with me. What, then,
in the chance that it is me? You cannot be positive; you
will doubt. But what is your guess?"
I said, "Probably it is you, since there is an infinity
of Infinities forming before me."
"There is the answer, the only one you will ever
have," God said.
"You could be pretending to be God," I said, "and
actually be Satan." Another infinitude of thesis and
antithesis and new synthesis, the infinite regress, was
set off.
God said, "Infinity."
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
- - - -
I said, "You could be testing out a logic system in a giant
computer and I am—" Again an infinite
regress.
"Infinity," God said.
"Will it always be infinite?" I said. "An infinity?"
"Try further," God said.
"I doubt if you exist," I said. And the infinite
regress instantly flew into motion once more.
"Infinity," God said. The pile of computer punch
cards grew; it was by far the largest pile; it was infinite.
"I will play this game forever," God said, "or until
you become tired."
I said, "I will find a thought, an explanation, a
theory, that does not set off an infinite regress." And,
us soon as I said that, an infinite regress was set off.
God said "Over a period of six and a half years you
have developed theory after theory to explain 2-3-74.
Each night when you go to bed you think, 'At last I
found it. I tried out theory after theory until now,
finally, I have the right one.' And then the next morning
you wake up and say, 'There is one fact not
explained by that theory. I will have to think up
another theory.' And so you do. By now it is evident
to you that you are going to think up an infinite num-
ber of theories, limited only by your lifespan, not lim-
ited by your creative imagination. Each theory gives
rise to a subsequent theory, inevitably. Let me ask
you; I revealed myself to you and you saw that I am
the infinite void. I am not in the world, as you
thought; I am transcendent, the deity of the Jews and
Christians.
- - - -
What you see of me in world that you
took to ratify pantheism—that is my being filtered
through, broken up, fragmented and vitiated by the
multiplicity of the flux world; it is my essence, yes,
but only a bit of it: fragments here and there, a glint,
a riffle of wind ... now you have seen me transcen-
dent, separate and other from world, and I am more;
I am the infinitude of the void, and you know me as
I am. Do you believe what you saw? Do you accept
that where the infinite is, I am; and where I am,
there is the infinite?"
I said, "Yes."
God said, "And your theories are infinite, so I am
there. Without realizing it, the very infinitude of your
theories pointed to the solution; they pointed to me
and none but me. Are you satisfied, now? You saw me
revealed in theophany; I speak to you now; you have,
while alive, experienced the bliss that is to come; few
humans have experienced that bliss. Let me ask you,
Was it a finite bliss or an infinite bliss?"
I said, "Infinite."
"So no earthly circumstance, situation, entity or
thing could give rise to it."
"No, Lord," I said.
"Then it is I," God said. "Are you satisfied?"
"Let me try one other theory," I said. "What happened
in 2-3-74 was that—" And an infinite regress was
set off, instantly.
"Infinity," God said. "Try again. I will play forever,
for infinity."
"Here's a new theory," I said. "I ask myself, 'What
God likes playing games? Krishna. You are Krishna.'"
And then the thought came to me instantly, "But
there is a god who mimics other gods; that god is
Dionysus. This may not be Krishna at all; it may be
Dionysus pretending to be Krishna." And an infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said.
"You cannot be YHWH Who You say You are," I
said. "Because YHWH says, 'I am that which I am,' or,
'I shall be that which I shall be.' And you—"
"Do I change?" God said. "Or do your theories
change?"
"You do not change," I said. "My theories change.
You, and 2-3-74, remain constant."
"Then you are Krishna playing with me," God
said.
"Or I could be Dionysus," I said, "pretending to be
Krishna. And I wouldn't know it; part of the game is
that I, myself, do not know. So I am God, without real-
izing it. There's a new theory!" And at once an infinite
regress was set off; perhaps I was God, and the "God"
who spoke to me was not.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again. Another move."
"We are both Gods," I said, and another infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said.
"I am you and you are you," I said. "You have
divided yourself in two to play against yourself. I, who
am one half, I do not remember, but you do. As it says
in the GITA, as Krishna says to Arjuna, 'We have both
lived many lives, Arjuna; I remember them but you
do not."*
"' And an infinite regress was set off; I could
well be Krishna's charioteer, his friend Arjuna, who
does not remember his past lives.
"Infinity," God said.
I was silent.
"Play again," God said.
"I cannot play to infinity," I said. "I will die before
that point comes."
"Then you are not God," God said. "But I can play
throughout infinity; I am God. Play."
- - - -
(derr : in the book _the transmigration of timothy archer_ there are
too many references to madness & insanity so that we the Rational
inquiring world-mind of earthKeep (PKD Fans ) are forced to finally
confront the PKD who is perhaps sick asking for help but
in a purely genius of a writer methodology so we
of course keep on reading--waiting for the next book...
brilliant Phil, brilliant.)
"Perhaps I will be reincarnated," I said. "Perhaps
we have done this before, in another life." And an
infinite regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again."
"I am too tired," I said.
"Then the game is over."
"After I have rested—"
"You rest?" God said. "
George Herbert** wrote of me:
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessnesse.
Let him be rich and wearie, that at least,
If goodness leade him not, yet wearinesse
May tosse him to my breast.
"Herbert wrote that in 1633," God said. "Rest and
the game ends."
"I will play on," I said, "after I rest. I will play until
finally I die of it."
"And then you will come to me," God said.
"Play."
* Krishna to Arjuna in chapter 10 of the BHAGAVAD GITA.
** George Herbert (1593-1633), English Christian poet and mystic. The
lines quoted by PKD form the final stanza of the poem "The Pulley." In
line five, "my" is capitalized in the original.
"This is my punishment," I said, "that I play, that I
try to discern if it was you in March of 1974." And the
thought came instantly, My punishment or my
reward; which? And an infinite series of thesis and
antithesis was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again."
"What was my crime?" I said, "that I am
compelled to do this?"
"Or your deed of merit," God said.
"I don't know," I said.
God said, "Because you are not God."
"But you know," I said. "Or maybe you don't
know and you're trying to find out." And an infinite
regress was set off.
"Infinity," God said. "Play again. I am waiting."
(17 November 1980)
God said that I couldn't know with certainty, but,
instead, to watch where the computer punch cards
piled up. Okay.
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
(1) As late as 11-16-80 (the day Ray* arrived) I theo-
rized that Valis was the macrometaso makosmos** and
the "second signal" and that this was the Cosmic
Christ, not disguised as an invader in our universe
but assembling itself out of our universe. So here you
have the Cosmic Christ, seen in 3-74.
(2) In my anamnesis I remembered being a Christian,
of the first century C.E. This was "Thomas." He
brought with him the original sacraments of the apos-
tolic secret church.
(3) On 11-17-80 I experienced a (why not an epiphany?)
theophany and God turned out to be the Christian God, of love (his
nature was love). He told me that my problem was
that I could not believe I had seen him, specifically
him, in 3-74.
* Ray Torrence, bookseller and friend of PKD. Torrence was paying a
visit to PKD and was with PKD on 17 November 1980, the date of what
PKD called the "theophany." In interview with the editor, Torrence stated
that he recalled nothing unusual about PKD that day.
** Ultimate cosmic body or structure.
(4) Small details. Disinhibition by the Christian fish
sign. The Acts material in TEARS. Seeing the world of
Acts. Remembering the supratemporal eidos of the
secret underground revolutionary Christians, of which
I am one, battling the Black Iron Prison; what I call
realm #3 or morphological arrangement.
The first three; let us consider.
(1) Possibility that Valis (the macrometaso makosmos
and "second signal" are the Cosmic Christ.
(2) Thomas was a secret early Christian.
(3) When God revealed himself to me in a theoph-
any he was the Christian God, specifically.
Don't these all fit together? Look at how the com-
puter punch cards fall; look at the distribution. (3) is
proved; He proved who he was by causing me to expe-
rience infinite bliss. Oh Yes:
Regarding (4), the AI voice's initial statement was,
"St. Sophia will be born again; she wasn't acceptable
before." Another small item.
derr comments are marked by this---> derr:
(derr: when a person is obsessed,not overseen he can
become a writer that never gets past one chapter just like
Jack Nicholsan in THE SHINING =--PKD is so obsessed
by one crystallized idea and thought process ...)
PKD: How do the computer punch cards fall now, with
the addition? Mention of St. Sophia (Christ), the
Christian God—who told me that my theorizing in
the exegesis was not logical but infinitely creative;
and he would take the field and block my endless
speculations.
(derr : one has to wonder if PKD may have truly believed
his real world intellectually inside his mind would have
-ENDED- if...I say IF PKD had NOT had this alone time to sit in
a room [man-cave] ? That the "exegesis work" was the only thing
keeping him from total insanity--> being sent to an institution
for the very Last Time-never again returning to society.)
(derr : in trans. of timothy archer there are too many references to
madness & insanity so that we the Rational inquiring world-mind of
earthKeep are forced to finally confront the PKD who is perhaps sick
asking for help but in a purely genius of a writer methodology so we
of course keep on reading--waiting for the next book...
brilliant Phil, brilliant.)
PKD : Isn't (1) and (2) verified by (3), which is a known?
Can't I work backwards from (3) to especially (1),
which is to say, Valis, the macrometaso makosmos, the
"second signal" (vide entry date 11-16-80)? I would say
yes; yes I can.
Also, I have the impression that the dialectic (that
I saw in 3-74) represented two processes at two levels:
(1) The disintegrating "splitting" of entropic time. This would be
world and would pervade all creation.
(2) At the same time (so to speak) at a higher
level it would be God versus Satan, with God as
the wiser horn who always wins through
enantiodromia.
(derr : a query from those of flesh form who are weary
of the winning so-called wiser god's REALITY. Tell us PKD how you
hold such ideas if you know how terrible war is - how awful
Nixon's 1960s madness of the USA was? Why do you say Satan
is Losing out against God ? How do you tell which force that rules on
Planet Earth _IS_the real SATAN or GOD ??? Do you see an error in your high
built wall of reason?As YOU PKD Studied GOD ?)
PKD : Now, this winning through wisdom points to the
Cosmic Christ, since Christ is Holy Wisdom, St.
Sophia, Hagia Sophia, Wisdom personified. Also
Christ is God ("Kai Theos en ho logos") [The King is God
through his Word]. Therefore, if this be true, perhaps
although I did see world in 3-74 I saw world as Christ;
world becoming the Cosmic Christ (the
macrometasomahosmos).... Then Christ combatting
Satan in the dialectic is God Himself, the Christian
God of love, combatting Satan. This would explain
why one horn of the dialectic was wiser than the
other, and, despite the power of the other, always won
(through its wisdom; this is what produces the cease-
less enantiodromia). By the way; this fits in with
Jakob Bohme's vision of the Yes-No dialectic of God
who passes through stages, and that the negative or
"No" sides are what we experience as evil. In my opin-
ion this is God as the Cosmic Christ.
A trinitarian view of God and Christ being of
one substance must be held in order to understand
this.The arguments for Valis being the Cosmic Christ
are not conclusive but they are compelling.[... ]
(11-24-80)
So Satan served me up a sophisticated world in
accord with my epistemological expectations (as
expressed in my 10 volume meta novel)* & I took this
to be God & worshipped it, which is not only delu-
sion—although a subtle delusion—but blasphemy; but
in doing this
1) Satan revealed to me a great deal about
world (although he led me to believe it was God,
not world); &
2) Because of the infinitude of my theorizing I
reached God anyhow—& this is an example of the tri-
umph of God the wise horn of the dialectic; so:
3) The dialectic revealed to me is the entropic
world-process; but also:
4) The dialectic is God in combat with Satan &
God always wins; winning me (as expressed in 11-17-
80) is an example: Satan's delusions led me to God in
the end (through the "infinity" route; viz: as God said,
"Where there is infinity, there is God; where there is
God, there is infinity.").
Thus my exegesis has been futile, has been delu-
sion, &: has been a hell-chore (as I was beginning to
realize, but God delivered me from it, from my own
exegesis; & he pointed out the one truth in it: the infin-
ity expressed in it was—but this was overlooked by
Satan who does not possess absolute knowledge—a
road to God, & did lead there; but only when I recog-
nized the exegesis as futile & a hell-chore delusion.
Hence God permitted this deluding by Satan, know-
ing when it would end.
So I wind up knowing a lot more about world—
world as we will later experience it, the world—expe-
rience of the future; & I no longer suppose that I was
discening God & realize that I was discerning world instead;
* PKD would group various of his past works into thematic: wholes to
which he gave the name "meta novel". See chapter four herein,
"Interpretations of His Own Works," for examples of this process. The
precise configuration PKD had in mind here is unclear.
PKD :
& I was at last led to God. But not by my
intellect, not by Gnosis, not by myself at all; it was
due to God's initiative due to his loving-kindness; &
what was proved was (once again) that all
roads/ways/routes if pushed far enough lead to God.
Hence (as I say) there is an example of how God the
wise born of the dialectic defeats its stupider foe inev-
itably in the end—this was an enantiodromia. It
occurred when I realized that all that I had seen of
God in 2-3-74 was a glint of color & a rippled wind in
the weeds of the alley, acting on reality; that Valis
was not God but rather world ("the reality field") per-
turbed (from beyond creation) by God; but this did
not yield knowledge of God direct, but only by infer-
ence; & that in fact 2-3-74 was not a theophany, but
was a more sophisticated experience of world: cre-
ation pulled through infinity by reaching the end of
(exhausting) its creative/entropic "splitting" (disinte-
grating; differentiating) dialectic process: entropic
time converted into negentropic time. But this was
still world, & Satan caused me to worship it... to fall
victim to it, ensnared by it; taking it to be God; until
I found that I had pushed my exegesis to infinity
without result! & then I focused on the very infini-
tude of my theories & saw (recognized) this as an
instance of cosmogenic entropy; &, at last exhausted,
prayed for release; & God did appear to me in the-
ophany & took the field & blocked each & all theo-
ries, & ended my exegesis, not in defeat but in logical
discovery of Him (which Satan had not foreseen).
Thus intellect & knowledge on my part led to exhaus-
tion & to destruction of that intellect & a recognition
of the futility of what I was doing; I knew I knew
nothing; & then God took the field & made his move
that resulted in the enantiodromia that led me to
him anyhow, as if I had wandered that way by
chance; but it was by his plan all along. & this was an
instance of the dialectic that I had seen.Finally I wind up with
viz: VALIS_Exegesis-2.jpg
Both these 2 following statements are true:
1) The intellect will not lead you to God.
2) The intellect will lead you to God.
-- ---- -- --- --- -- --- ---
(derr : a query from those of flesh form who are weary
of the winning so-called wiser god's REALITY. Tell us PKD how you
hold such ideas if you know how terrible war is - how awful
Nixon's 1960s madness of the USA was? Why do you say Satan
is Losing out against God ? How do you tell which force that rules on
Planet Earth _IS_the real SATAN or GOD ??? Do you see an error in your high
built wall of reason?As YOU PKD Studied GOD ?)
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The Bird Called To Me
the bird called of future worries, and you heard it not -Year 2011-reviewed and edited-Year 2013-for sentence structure etc ... no changes were made to this report --signed---==== DERRUFO
the bird called of future worries, and you heard it not -Year 2011-
Before I left home today in Maryland to take a drive I was in my kitchen and the window was open and I heard the call of the Ringed-Necked Pheasant. This was a bird that was common in my state in the brief past. But not ever seen or heard in the new day and age of suburbs eating up the countryside of Md/Del,W VA, Penn State, Va . (aka DelMarVa) .
I was sure it was just my own mistake as I turned on the faucet at the sink, surely it was just some creaking of the knobs.But 5 minutes later I heard it again and more distinctly this time. I was quite surprized since the Pheasant has a distinctive call...and here I was living in the crowded 'Burbs near a city.There are some fields and streams with bushes in the area but not many. I was sure it was some kind of a mistake. It was.
The sound repeated again in 10 minutes as I prepared to leave the home and I knew what it was this time when I heard it . It was an electronic auto alarm system sounding that was in error and was due for repair at the car dealership behind my home. Yet still the reminder every 5 to 10 minutes of the bird calls that mimicked what I had heard all my young life growing up on a farm in northern Md did cause me to reflect on modern Life, as well as my own place in it. I knew soon I would be in my car and gone and would not hear the sound again, that, although metallic in tone, was still genuine in its call of that great bird. It moved me to wonder aloud to myself about the explanation in one of the great sci-fi author phillip k dick's books about mechanical birds and lions or sheep...( title : BLADERUNNER ) and I had to smile. Once again old Phil had guessed about the future in the right way with his own story's version of a future unseen yet that at once beguiled and entertained the reader. Here I was, as well, being entertained by a robot sound code in a car in my own era, chirping out its repeating call...awk! awk! awk!...over and over, every 5 to 10 minutes...Eventually I said to myself the mechanic will come out of the garage to the parking lot and stop it. But by then I' ll be long gone on my trip around town.
The memories it brought to the surface however would stay with me as I made my drive. It led me to write this report to you All . I actually laid down the words at my first stop. When the time allowed I started writing and here it is :
I heard the sound of the pheasant bird and it made me think of the Past. A lot has changed since the Past we all grew up in , those of us 45 years old and older. Myself I am 58. When I use to hear these big game birds living in the brush/ tall grasslands of rolling meadows /long cornfields in northern Md it had been when I was quite young. It was occasional and sometimes you would hear a pheasant doing the awk awk awk as it flew across from one field to another. The flight usually didnt last very long. If you looked soon enough you could see where they started their flight and where they landed...150 - 300 ft away...When you grow up around some part of Nature that is constant you never imagine any thing can take it away. You ( Myself ) just could never imagine any thing that could be Big Enough or omnipresent enough to take something away from the natural world I had grown up in and in my own Lifetime. But it did happen. I saw it with my own eyes...
The big bird was part of this land and it had been there before my family had moved to that valley and had been there when the original people of this Land, American Indians, had lived and hunted /fished these grounds long ago. I never imagined it could just simply one day disappear but the big bird did. Now that I think of it the American Indians as well likely didn't see the new white settlers being the reason they also one day would no longer be part of this Land but that as well did happen. In the case of the bird, it was arrival of many city people moving out to the country that destroyed the ability of the Pheasant to survive whole and healthy from one year to the next. I didn't know how the bird lived in my region but I knew it was able to survive the hunts of the fox and the very rare Lynx wildcat (bobcat). There were always numbers of pheasants seen or heard every spring and into summer.
But when the new settlers arrived in my time, into the farmlands that are 20 to 40 miles from the citythis was to change everything that had to do with that very large game bird. These city people (CP) sadly brought about the end of the Ring-Necked Pheasant in the large valley I walked in often and it happened quite rapidly. We all started to see a new type of movement at the edge of woods or in the cornfields. It was a new kind of predator and it was clear to see the animal was not use to the areas but wasn't shy or too fearful of People...It was the simple average domestic housecat. Before long the more city people that came also brought their pets and it was the cats that destroyed the pheasants. It didn't take long for entire nesting populations of the birds to die as they sat on eggs on the ground in tall weeds. The wildlife of north america was not use to the housecat and had little defense against it. In as little as 5 or 6 years after CP homes went up I would hear my dad tell me that "it is all over" for the pheasant. They were gone from the big valley where my Dad had a small farm at one end of it. There was nothing in that valley forever til the CP moved in...just fields of grass or corn and 100s of acres of woodland.
We knew they were all gone. We listened for them sometimes to hear if they flew from field to field making the usual awk awk call... we never heard it again...
Why am I telling you this story ? Well, for one reason it is a true story. There was a reason for what happened in northern Maryland. No one knew it would happen til it was too late. New people living in the country had come from cities and towns far from here with their pets and those animals had destroyed the natural wildlife in the area. Sadly most of the city people moving up there never knew of the pheasants and didnt mind letting their cats run free.They never even saw the birds since they were shy and wary of people...but they did rapidly begin to disappear. The CP had been the major cause of a destruction to nature and most of them never even knew it. But I knew it.
And I never forgot the Lesson it taught me about Life and about People. It taught me that in Life nothing is a sure thing. No matter what you see right in front of you it doesn't mean it will be there tomorrow. About People it taught me that people can be very selfish or that just by being unaware of what is going on around them some People can do great harm to my Land , to my State, even to my Nation. Harm to a nation done by their deeds, not their cats. That is what I learned as I saw the sad look on my Father's face as he explained it was the housecats running around, even multiplying in the wild that was leading to the end to some of the nature we knew and loved.
My Dad had mumbled to me : " It's been going on for years ..."
I was young at the time, about 16 but I did remember when the birds were plentiful and I recalled never hearing another one for the times I was in that valley as I grew older in to my 20s and 30s...Sometimes it is the silence of what is gone or missing that can haunt a man as much as the monster or evil that is standing right in front of you.
You just never imagine any thing that could be Big Enough or omnipresent enough to take away the world we all have grown up in . But it is happening. I and others have seen it with our own eyes...The increasing numbers of "strangers" in my state who do not even speak English. In some areas of towns they have grown in large numbers and there is no attempt by Immigration Law officers or Maryland Police officials to stop this madness... ( I have heard the illegals are encouraged to get voting cards and to vote democrat in elections. But this is illegal...Yet it is happening...why else would Md. officials allow it ?)
But key to my thinking was : did it guarantee the recent Maryland elections victories for the Democrat Party ? One has to wonder at such issues and what the ideas represent. Because the Democrat Party always wins elections in Md. For one thing, illegal voting would mean the democrats are illegally running the state of Maryland right now. It is not the type of issue a freedom-loving true patriotic American can stomach for long. Illegal foreigners helping stupid democrats win elections they cannot win fairly...my my . It can make a man have a stroke thinking on it too long.
I intend to try to stop the threats of such disasters occurring to my own Nation, where the next threat to us that may grow in the future being my own national identity as a white man. I am a man who is a conservative about politics and devoted to the history of the USA. I have studied it's wars and I have read books of the intellectuals. I will not allow the mocking scorn of Liberals and pseudo-intellectuals tell me the USA and it's past is no longer important. I won't allow someone to tell me the USA is " over " ...
I won't let go of my memories of the Time I grew up in or my own past. I won't disappear from my Land without a fight. This story is of a bird that didn't have a way to know what was happening or any way to fight back. It couldn't even fly very far to escape the cats in the fields...The national identity of the white man is not some big bird waiting to be plucked and killed by those who are not of the white race. There are many ways to defeat or silence a foe...obviously.
If the white man ignores the dangers or fears being called a "racist" by those trying to destroy the white culture in the USA, he is doomed. If you will not stand up for what is right, in that case, the democrat liberals have already won because they have defeated that person who is afraid to be smeared with the Lies of stupid Liberals who call us names without just cause. Let us show the world what Justice is truly made of, what America is truly made of...Obama and his fool friend eric holder have caused the world to laugh at us. Vote them out of office. Ignore them when they talk to the news media, a group who show they love obama every chance they get. The news media are mostly cowards and want to be always in a position of never challenging the opposition to normalcy in America.
I doubt the intelligent, aware white man will let the USA fall into social chaos and economic ruin due to the work of dedicated liberals in the USA, like Obama and Pelosi and Reid, who enter politics not to help us but to seal the fate of the white man finally as second class citizens. It doesn't seem like it can happen but it can. To give you an idea of it, when people commit suicide sometimes it is because they are giving up, because Society has turned them away, ignored them, or wouldn't hire them for a job. ( there are no quota systems or affirmative action policies for white people trying to locate a job ) .
So the next time you hear about some white man or white family ending up dead in their home from some type of suicide, don't pooh pooh tsk tsk the facts...see it for what it really is sometimes...it is a battle that ended badly. But just because some white people mistreated died by their own hand from depression and despair, because Society abandoned them doesn't mean you and I have lost the war. No. Some will lose a battle and die. But we must not lose the war.
What War ?
Some families and some workers who are white are being discriminated against every day...Maryland and some other USA states openly allow illegal foreigners here because they will work for cheaper wages and since it's all undocumented the managers who hire them are making profits. American workers cost more to pay for labor and for benefits. So in order to damage the white man, and make huge profits many types of businesses are involved. And making money.
All so they can make more money. It is more money for Businesses that are working with the Democrat Party in Maryland...hand in hand in an evil game that has to end soon, or we all will perish... I guess if those Bosses and Businesses one day get rich enough from their deceit and lies they will sell the business and move to a state where illegals are not allowed...They know they will be safe there. But we know we are not so safe in Maryland. No. we are not safe in any state where the democrat liberals are running the government, whether it be at state level or city level. We can change it but to do so we must organize. You must do it. I cannot do it for you.
You know it is kind of scarey in states like Maryland with all these strangers walking around. Some of the so-called "sanctuary" cities and states also let the illegal visitors here in USA get drivers licenses, so they are also driving around but they don't have to get auto insurance and if they have an accident they just run away from the scene...Remember most of them do not speak any english...The police say they can do nothing about it... This is your nation that is being ruined by the democrat- liberal political leaders.
Remember this report next time you hear a phone recorded message from a store or lawyer office being repeated in english and then in spanish. Your politicians who are Liberals//Progressives are behind this attempt to re-design a society where you no longer matter much white man . You assumed life was okay but we saw a black man elected president who isnt even qualified and people still wonder if he is even born in the USA...amazing... I am from the old school where if a bridge is going to be built that I need to use for my car, I want it built by the best qualified engineers and not because some company had many minorities working in it who are unqualified. Get the picture ?
You really need to deal with this issue...It is affecting every part of our Lives today... This first week of April 2011, I saw 2 females standing behind 12 men who were FireMen. They were all taking the physical qualifications testing...These women were 2/3rds the size of the Men. Their posture was stooped.The females could not do the field tests properly. They were not even in what is called "good physical condition" but they were on the payroll as firemen...wake up people...your society is becoming politically correct (PC) and socially destructive of effectiveness at the same time right before your eyes...Stop This Madness...Stop the PC BS going on Everywhere !!
Protest what the ACLU is trying to do to work against our laws. Get mad every time you hear an Obama aide talk pure crap. Get angry when Eric Holder shows again and again he has no purpose as Attorney General that can help the USA . Be involved on all levels of society where you see problems...don't ignore it. We can no longer afford hiring people to be president just because we want to say : Look what a great People we are, we hired a Black Man as a President of the USA--
Select the most qualified person for a job,who ever he or she is...enough said.They are killing us slowly just the way housecats killed the beautiful bird known as the Ring-Necked Pheasant. You and I can still save ourselves but you have to organize and stop this insanity. I don't really care what method you use to stop it but we must stop the loss of our society that we all grew up in long ago. If not for ourselves then we must stop the democrat liberals for all the children. It's not fair they should suffer in a chaotic world. We can turn it around...I declare the group Ringed-Neck Republicans to be the name of the group I hope my story will inspire and that you will organize and stop the madness and take back your nation. Take back what is yours . Do it for the memories you have of a normal and sane Past we all remember. Do it for all the soldiers who have died in wars fighting for that sacred Past we all remember...
Finally organize yourselves to stop the democrat - liberals (progressives, socialists, community organizers, communists, whatever they call themselves ) do it for the children. May God Bless Us All in our Fight . -- DERR UFO
If any of you that read this feel it's not the way to think in 2011 and in the Future, then just recall one thing, all of you in your own way have also stood up in the past for your own culture or Race. None of us can ever say we are above the need for personal identity and a feeling of self-worth. Some call it Pride. Those of you reading this who agree and have stood up before for your Race or Culture, if you are from another Nation and not American Citizens, go the Hell home. -- DERR UFO
-- ( ps : for my devoted followers -- the mechanic never came out of the garage to the parking lot all day to stop the bird call alarm and 3 hours later as I pulled in my driveway I heard the awk awk awk again as I opened my car door and of course I had to smile. )
--a version of this report is at derrufo. newsvine dot com --
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