HomelessInLaJolla's Journal: 130221 (La Jolla, CA, 92037, war v6.129)

War in La Jolla, sixth year, one hundred and twenty-ninth entry

The journey for the "path of the Lord" and the pursuit to achieve metabolic swiss watch precision and attain fast thermodynamic inter and intracellular reaction systems begins in the law of Moses. Learning and recognizing that all of scripture is an evolving work of art, painted over and touched up, added to and shuffled around, like a CVS codebase, allows us to obtain snippets which, in the proper order and sequence, produce results and interpretations which reinforce, not conflict with, one another. "If you brother sells himself to you for debt he shall serve you for seven years". Everybody is in debt. Since the book of Genesis (using the scripture, for a moment, as a linear timeline) there is nobody ever able to make it out of debt; refinance, restructure, maybe bury some of the debt in investments, but nobody makes it out of debt. The path of the Lord is to make it out of debt; not by doing what is told to earn financial wealth (that has never worked), but by pursuing a lifestyle in which all necessary resources to remain alive (and out of hell) are received without legal or social obligations. Social stress, maybe, necessary to go for a walk, maybe, obviously on the move and subject to the whims of brain damaged megomaniacs, perhaps... but remain on the azure side of hell and devotedly shun the boxes and the routes known to achieve breakdown and shipment to hell. The seven year walk out of hell is every bit as scripted as every other path of the sphinx, green eggs and ham or by job. The seven year walk to remain out of hell is the practice of choosing the doors away from the money, choosing a religious life that does not "need" friends, does not "need" a structural home, does not "need" to perform service for money or esteem. There will always be plenty to do in life, complete with problems and difficulties, and the end goal is to remain alive and out of hell.

The systems of the sphinx, actually much older than the sphinx and dating back to a good height of foliage layer on top of the crust of the planetary system, rely on guiding participants into injuries; from slow progressive buildup of plaques and "inhibitions" around muscles and interior vasculature, slow progressive buildups of neurological dysfunctions from miniscule plaques and "inhibitions" around the brain, to larger and more damaging plaques and inhibitions gained from larger injuries and trained improper postures (eg. the slope of the kickboards on passenger automobiles to gimp the ankles and knees). The participants, willingly or not, are guided into such paths of progressive trained injury and breakdown due to master-servant relationships, for the money. The path of the Lord,"shall serve you for seven years", is effectively interpreted as the sort of dry reverse humor used for the interpretation of the anima christi. To attain the path of the Lord the individual must prove that they are _NOT_ the servant; that means eschewing signatures, avoiding the money, accepting days of nothing to eat, nothing to do, and nowhere to go, deliberately neglecting relationships which, formerly, were maintained for the purpose of material gain, social persuasion, or even the mindless pursuit of interchanging babble. Allegorically, and even more than allegorically as the system works out progressively, speaking you need to learn to count by twelves. All of the escape doors out of the sphinx are buried on eleven and twelve; and people are only taught to count by ten. All of the pitfalls and injuries in the sphinx are in exactly known places: on the steps of five (for the money) and eight (hate). On the "path of the Lord" counting by twelves is a double edged sword: assailants and opponents attempting to take ten steps towards you will fall on five (for the money) or eight (by their own hate), pick up and crawl for two more (to ten), and then quit because that is all they know.

A physiological side effect to green eggs and ham, to varying degrees amongst individuals and populations, is the TAIL BACK. The SPINAL TIP. An elongation of the tip of the spine, a deformity in the human form to correspond with the improper interaction with a being which is not metabolically fast, a being which is itself on the way to hell and much closer to it, a being which is running on improper clock cycles and timings. A good metaphor for the human body is indeed a massive cloud operating system: born clean and installed fresh (theoretically, before the toaster blender empire began turning little boy into fat man, a practice necessary to lock in the injuries and boogers gained from the table of the nations training before being shipped to the surface on the stork), then accumulating rogue scripts and bad programs, eating clock cycles and blocking access to necessary resources, leading eventually to aging and more aging, a system ripe with malware and riddled with viruses, and then there's the dog, the system constantly about two mouse clicks and one page memory swap away from BSOD.

The practice of "mooning", showing of the posterior in disrespect to an adversary, is born of a time when those individuals (primarily, at that time, the drunks of Lillith and her husband) could be more open and less secretive about their green eggs and ham million dollar enrichment methods. "You suck dog dick and eat dog shit for money? YOU FOOL! You will never be able to fast away from that!" In the millenia when the paper presser temple was locked in a power struggle to keep the drunks at bay (let them go to hell for their money), before the formal murder of Zechariah and the full-scale infiltration of the temple by the drunks, mooning was a blatant show of financial power and superiority--a blanche display of the TAILBACK.

Cushioned chairs, and especially elderly people which must keep a cushion with them, arise from the tail back. In modern day they may be following the fashion of the rich. Toilet seats, the chair with a hole in the middle, were not initially designed for toilet. That was designed for the tailback.

The ancient Hebrew practice for checking for the sixth digit. I may have covered that in BSM, I know I've mentioned it in the journal writings. In the workplace, in social events, especially if you are new to an area, a new "compadre", not necessarily a friend, but someone newly met that appears to be mostly okay and congenial, will sidle up alongside and run the outer edge of their hand up the crack of your butt. You will be unnerved, thinking that the gesture is a homosexual advance. If you talk about the homosexual advance then the secret phonies in your workplace (or that social circle) will gang on you, if you elect to say nothing (out of prudence or embarassment) then the secret phonies in your workplace (or that social circle) will gossip about your possible homosexuality because you accepted such a gesture. The gesture, in ancient times before begging from the gates of hell (on the carrot stick, green eggs and ham) turned them into tailbacks, was indeed a method for Hebrews in Egypt to identify each other secretly. The original secret handshake. The Hebrews, trapped in Egypt and largely socially sequestering themselves from the Egyptians, had begun to acquire a sixth "finger", a small protrusion from the outside of their hand near to the wrist bone. Consider that this means that the entire perception of the scriptural history of the Hebrew line actually reflects the time long before the foliage layer was cut to the surface of the planet--the human race and the scripted paths to hell haven't changed much since then. Egypt was indeed a land of oppression--long before they had surface pyramids and a sphinx to show for it. In later times, yet long before the tree level achieves the planet surface, the "secret handshake" was a method for the green eggs and ham people to secretly check for the TAIL BACK.

Check-in at jail. Disrobe and spread 'em. That's used to check for contraband in modern day. At one time that practice, also, would have been a screening method for the guards to separate the tailbacks from the non-tailbacks.

Everybody has seen it. High school locker rooms. Health club locker rooms. Swimming pools, beaches, or the odd unnerving display deliberately made to "freak" on an unsuspecting jobbie. The TAIL BACK, the SPINAL TIP. A deformity acquired from eating green eggs and ham. An occupational disease to compliment the brain damage and heart disease which they willingly suck down their gullet for a million dollars.

Really, the page is already overloaded with "too much" material compared to the average page size of the remainder of the annal, but it is necessary to include the discussion of the tail back in the Template Timeline page for green eggs and ham.

Returning to the opening topic of metabolic swiss watch precision fast... of those people, in various positions, which are deigned to "make the call" on whether or not I, in particular, have achieved a state of fast ("How will we know if he made it?", "He hasn't made it yet because of this this this or that" blah blah blah, "How will we know when" "How will we know when" type bullcrap)... is it not odd that they have absolutely no idea (so they claim) about fast, or about how it works, or about how the vocal range reflects it...

Yet somehow they predict the gestation time to the day?

You feign complete ignorance over metabolic fasting... but a good game with your obgyn is whether or not they were a day or a few hours off on the delivery schedule?

Well, maybe they don't know anything about grading metabolic fast (I do), but their ability to flawlessly predict the gestation period for a human points clearly to the toaster blender little boy on the stork to fat man in a bomb system. You know, because humans don't actually espouse themselves until they made fast. "You shall not place people under the ban" (as the Lord has instructed in scripture several times). Why not? Because the toaster blenders don't want any competition from BAN SHEES. If you keep starving him, and he does it the right way, he may flip inside out and produce a real bitch... and then you're all fucked, and not the way you like. Your brain damaged and table of the nations trained toaster blenders aren't SH*T to a BANSHEE when it comes to being a royal bitch. A BANSHEE isn't raised inside of your box system to train them to be docile and subservient and nice and polite. Should a BANSHEE arrive on earth, in today's world, she will take one look around at all of you diseased broken down idiots and execute what is necessary, on the level of REALITY, to eradicate the problems.