Absorbed as I am these mornings with Wilson Bryan Key and his work on subliminal messages in ads, I find myself not comprehending much at all in the photos he provides. It could be the quality of reprint in the books, usually grainy and black and white. It could be me – I just do not relax well enough to allow the images to come through. I do easily see facial features and penises, but other things elude me.
O Jeffrey, Jeffrey, wherefore art thou Jeffrey?
Below the fold you will find a comparison of the “corpse” of Jeffrey Epstein with the living man. I got the work from a website called Hidden Crypt, which I know nothing about. I did not see any copyright on the images produced, but if the originator complains, I’ll take them down. In the article there are references to “deep state” and the Clintons, and suggestions that Epstein was surreptitiously killed rather than the obvious take, that the death was faked (with full complicity of authorities at all levels).
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Interesting video
This is simply hung out there, no advice or suggestions on what your do with it. It is an eleven-minute video about how they forecast weather, and why the brilliant tools they now use for that purpose cannot be used for climate models. Most times when people recommend that I watch this or that, I ignore it too. Happy Easter!
The reaper of the past visits only in the evening
Denial is used by individuals, groups, and even nations to defend themselves against disturbing feelings, contradictions, thoughts, or events. An unpleasant situation is simply rendered nonexistent. Responsibility or blame is projected neatly upon someone else. Repression and denial are often interrelated and undistinguishable. Denial is far subtler than simple lies or misrepresentations. Lies are usually discovered and exposed. Denial is an unconscious mechanism that permits anyone to escape conscious awareness,. Denial can even develop into a powerful conviction. It is often involved in religious fervor, irreconcilable marital conflicts, chauvinistic nationalism, and political or national idealism, and is a frequent aspect of blind faith.
The above words are from William Bryan Key, the guy that wrote Subliminal Seduction, the book that has saved me thousands of dollars over the years in unpurchased deodorant. Specifically, it is taken from The Age of Manipulation: The Con in Confidence, The Sin in Sincere, his 1989 book, page 84. I read Subliminal Seduction back in the 1970s, and it got me looking at advertising, especially ice cubes in liquor ads, but I could never spot much of the perversions going on there on my own. I’d like to read it again, but the most recent Amazon offering is pricing it at $153. It’s become a collectors’ item.
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Cloudy with no chance of light
At a family gathering last weekend I spoke up, not my usual self. I had been up since 4AM and the chatter around me was a bit distracting as I tried to concentrate on my cards. I am not sure what piece of information had been delivered by the group, but I finally said in frustration that it was amazing to me how TV engendered not just belief, but instant belief. I was corrected by someone there that it is best to check a number of sources before forming an opinion, which (I did not say) is difficult when one is dealing with a hypnotic medium, TV.
We is all suffering …
This happened long ago in human history, as my son is now in his early forties and I am pushing fifty. We placed our kids in Catholic schools, as my childhood indoctrination mandated. But that makes no difference. His teacher, a nice lady whose main job was to keep order, found him to be acting up. She decided it was time to have him drugged, and suggested we turn him over to the experts in the Billings, Montana School District #2 for testing for ADHD. My son is of normal intelligence, certainly not slow. I intuitively knew they would find him guilty of excess brain activity.
I rebelled at the idea, and instead decided to take him to a pediatrician for separate testing. I was burdened at the time with child support and alimony, so the $300 bill had to be paid off in $50 chucks, but I did it.
Don’t be shy – choose your category
I am reading Foucalt’s Pendulum, by Umberto Eco. It is a slow walk, as I find my self looking up quotes at the beginning of chapters written in foreign languages, and lots of words that are new to me. For instance, see below, idée fixe, meaning an obsession. I’ll try using that in a sentence later today, and see if it impresses. This morning I came across the following, and am now wondering which of the four listed categories I fall in. Am I a cretin, a fool, a moron or lunatic? I have to be one, as the speaker, Belbo, claims we are all one of them. Or, worse yet, am I a hybrid? Reminds me of the Andy Williams song, What Kind of Fool am I? Honestly, given mistakes I make, and the great certitude I apply, I can only be a maroon, Bugs Bunny’s word for moron.
I transcribed what follows and skipped around, eliminated quotation marks and other punctuation.
When you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
I am no example of freedom of thought, as I came of age when TV first came on the scene, and even though it was black and white and grainy, I was completely invested. Dad fought it, but he was never around to control it, so he left messages behind, called “directives”, which my brother and I scoffed at. One time he monkeyed with the wiring on the set before he left for his private drinking town 115 miles awaay, and I quickly figured out what he had done and fixed it. We never talked about it.
My older brother and I were latchkey kids. Mom had to work to pay the bills so we came home to an empty house and the TV each day. But it was Three Stooges, that sort of thing. One time in the evening we were watching some show about the Revolutionary War, and it showed General Washington in a tent at Valley Forge with a young black soldier, and he was telling him that he should be patient, that things would get better, but only gradually. Mom came marching out of the kitchen and stood in front of the TV and said something like “They are showing people from back then saying words that were written yesterday.” That was memorable, it is called, I know now, “presentism”, and it is everywhere. She had a brain, never really applied it to anything however. These days she would have been in college.
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Uva uvam vivendo varia fit
The above Latin phrase is taken from the book Lonesome Dove, and is the source of some consternation and humor. It was gratuitously put on a sign for the Hat Creek Cattle Company by Augustus McCrae. The humor stems from his not knowing any Latin. It just sounded educated to him. He and his partner, William Call, argue about it, with Call complaining about the “Greek”, and Gus correcting him, that it is Latin.
I don’t have the exact words, so cite from memory as I laughed out loud when I saw it:
Call: “What does it mean?”
Gus: “It’s Latin, a motto. It means what it says.”
Call: “You don’t know what it means either!”
Gus: [Changes subject]
The power of scepters … sometimes the magic works … sometimes not
The photo above is that of Pope Leo XIV. The scepter he holds in his left hand is known as the Papal “ferula”. Coming as I do from a deeply Catholic family I can tell you that the Catholic Church works very hard on the concept of infallibility, that is, that when the Pope speaks on certain matters, he is correct and there can be no disputing the matter. I come from a different era than most people, and am now older than 83% of the American population. I went to grade school at a time when Catholic doctrine was held as sacred. Our school, even though regular buses were available, invested in its own so that we would not mix with public school kids. They took their job of indoctrination of youth seriously.
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.” 1 Corinthians 13:11
Sadly, judging by some extended family members and having attended a couple of class reunions, the hold that the Catholic Church has on people my age is still firm. But as an adult and capable of rational thinking, I know that there is no such thing as infallibility. The Pope is just a man, the President is just a man, in reality, actors. But their public role is to project certainty.
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Piece of Mindful 