To Make History...

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. ~Benjamin Franklin

Ever since I was a little girl, I have had blackouts. But, now that I am an adult I spend most of my time trying to piece it all together with no more than an enhanced intellectual viewpoint. I know there is a pile of documentation that was used to commit me. The nurse handed it to me on my first trip to the psych ward. I had so little time to see what was being used to justify my 'incarceration'. I have vague image impressions of the materials in my hands. The most interesting of which, as I remember it, was a test given to me as a child regarding psychic ability.

I am quite sure I was to have only a quick peek at the amount of paperwork gathered, as a fear tactic. It was as if I was to remember that I was very ill and they had the documentation to prove it and keep me locked-up for as long as they wanted. But, as the nurse ushered me to the elevator with the security guards and the police officers in tow, I starting thinking, somewhere in the back of my monkey-brain, "Why all the hooha?"

All the threats are veiled. They are mostly silent or intrinsic, placed in my mind as suggestions or shown to me as randomly-placed images in my minds-eye or online (which is amazing technology). It is as if those who are trying to scare me are saying, stop digging, or we are going to cut off your access to truth. Of course, this just makes me more curious. So, I ignore the warnings and keep on looking for the possibility that it is all a hoax.

I've had so many people lie to me, question my integrity, doubt my sanity, that if I were to agree with their half-ass mental deductions, I'd stay in the rubber rooms and live on the applesauce. I'd take the pills and shut down. But, that's what they expect. And who wants to live up to their expectations when I can exceed them at every turn?

I am writing this missive to those who want to control that which they do not understand. You've seen the normalcy of insanity. You've become Master of manipulation in nearly every situation known to man. Those who do not assimilate are merely disposed of in rapid order. So, the real questions become:

Why allow me the freedom to live?
Why pretend this farce is for my own good?
Why stand in shadow trying to protect my ignorance?
Why open my world up to the dangers and inconsistencies of your actions?

And finally...

Why do it in secret?

I make enough mistakes just living my life without the interference. I am waiting for timing which is tentative at best. I plan to do things and realize that there are too many hands, with too many spoons, trying to stir the pot. It's like everyone wants to help but no one wants to be real face-to-face friends. How am I supposed to trust this "insanity"? Why are you afraid? Did it ever occur to you that a blown cover is really just an opportunity for freedom?

Or is it more sinister than that?

Are you murdering people in the name of National Security, or God, or both?

And if so, why?

Is it for the money?

The nameless star on a marble wall?

Patriotism?

Immortality?

God fear me if I ever lose my sense of direction...my moral compass... and my conscience. It is nearly impossible to over-come the ignorance of collective consciousness by standing in the middle of it assimilated. Greatness is for those who think outside the box given to them by those who are in authority. And greatness, is humble and generous and kind, in a world of mighty ego and rampant megalomania.

~AC

Holiday Update

Of course, thank you.

Thank you for your continued dedication. We are all following the intuition of God and the plan for our collective lives.

This year we have closed more cases than in the previous 15 months. We are starting to see a turn in the paperwork tide and that is a blessing. Please continue to recruit from the retiring soldiers. Find the creativity and loyalty we need to fill our ranks.

Please continue to remember the fallen and pray for the safety of those who Protect and Serve. Pray all people center in their hearts the goal of Peace and receive the stability of mind needed to remain focused on the Chain of Command.

Thank you for the Executive work behind the scenes which allows us to be free...free of worry...free of concern...free to gather and speak and worship as we choose. Help us to remember that these decisions come with greater responsibility than we would choose for our own lives and complaining is being truly unpatriotic.

This is a season of good cheer, so let us think of those we know who are lacking love, shelter, food, clean water and air, and the basic of all human necessities we take for granted all year. Let us remember how very blessed we are that we choose our destinies with the freedom afforded to us by our careers.

Let us become more transparent, more directed in our operations, and more capable in our professional lives to set an example for those who slip. Let us be more forgiving of slights, real or imaginary. Let us know our purpose and use the fire of purpose to propel us into the brighter future for which we long.

In the New Year, I wish you continued success as we work to fulfill the goal of World Peace.

~AC

$23M...Oh My Heart...

"If God can work through me, he can work through anyone." ~ Saint Francis of Assisi

So, I donated $23M to a trust to help rural communities capture, neuter or spay, and release animals back into the communities. A huge proponent of No-Kill shelters, I should probably just sign-up to become a member of the ASPCA. But, the over-head is rediculous. So, the agreement is this, we offer the money, we audit the nonprofit monthly, and we save the lives of over 30B-40B animals annually, together, in communities across America.

Animals who are altered rarely roam far from their food and other companions.

This keeps them from being the next killed...let's face it murdered...statistic.

This lowers the death-by-car stats too.

If you love animals, donate to your local no-kill shelters.

If you really love animals, adopt.

We may not be able to save them all.

But, it's a start.

~AC

A Toast...

To Life and Light...

A Speech...

Success is the use of the most powerful tool known to man using the most powerful tool designed by man. The most powerful tool known -- Hands. The most powerful tool designed -- Money.

Separate these two tools are useful to support Ego-maniacal failings...bombs...drug deals...pipelines...strip mining...oil derricks...murder...rape...and mayhem.

Together Hands and Money build the cities we love. They shape the world we call home -- a world of inter-connected-ness -- which is now possible because of the hands holding the money and the money in the hands of those who are directed by the spirit of all that is great in humanity.

Tools.

To Hands and Money...Cheers!

To Minds and Hearts...Salut!

To Life and Light...Peace.

~ AC

I Survived it.

I have always been with family on holidays. This year, I am alone...by choice...but mostly to see if I can do it. It is getting easier. I have been drifting away for a long time now. Maybe they miss me. Maybe I miss them. Maybe I just miss my childhood and the way it used to be...before I started seeing the truth.

I am depressed.

But, it could just be that I had left-over pizza for Thanksgiving.

I should be so happy.

I had food.

Was that bell for the angel who got her wings?

~AC

Cheating Fame and Fortune

God told me to take my freedom. And in that, He meant for me to pull a Chris Hemsworth, and act like the whore I am deep down inside to teach CJ a lesson about what it means to be lascivious, in the deep control of Satan, and love it.

But, I have no libido without CJ in my life.

Besides, there are still terrorists everywhere, terrorizing everyone.

Hollywood is an illusion for those who prefer to perception to reality.

And CJ is heading up the circus because it is just easier than being good and doing what is right. The Great Divorce is really all about the broken engagement, as far as I can tell. Most Authors, Biblical included, jumped the gun to gloss over the parts they found inconvenient.

But, I'm still here.

And my fame and fortune is missing because my beloved is an impatient fool.

Suck that, CJ.

~AC

Apocalypse and the Living Dead

So, the 'staged apocalypse' took place in 1996. And, for your information, I am not worried about the souls who didn't die then. I am worried about the ones who are running around on the planet replicating their asses like this is a 1980's Xerox Convention.

If there are only 280,000 (approximately) alive people on this planet -- how do you account for the lie that there are nearly 9 Billion? Identity Theft?

Let me tell you something...

There is not a trick in the book that didn't start with some evil half-wit with too much money playing numbers games.

It's a gambler's world when the population believes the lies that the news repeats 24/7 because they are all too stupid to research, too scared to dig deep, or too well-paid to care.

But, what I types stands...even if the only people who read it are as clueless as the ones who are attempting to shut me up.

And for the records...

"The Apocalypse is a man-made theory that has become a world-wide catastrophe."  ~That's my quote and I am sticking to it.

~AC

Old Souls

The heads of strong old age are more beautiful beyond all grace of youth. -- Robinson Jeffers, O Magazine, October 2003

It has been said to me on numerous occasions that getting old is inevitable and growing up is optional. (Yes...for once I actually am and I am blogging anyway. Sorry Chris.) I just really need to write some of my thoughts down. I read once that this karmic path of Introspection would require lots of patience as I move about through the more domestic duties of this thing called life.

I just wonder though, do I have to keep vacuuming, bleaching mold, and washing sheets just to make a point that I can do this...and keep the balls in the air? I mean, seriously, the people who make a full life of peeking on their neighbors and eavesdropping on their families, are really missing out on the more precious moments of playing discovery of strange objects with the 9-month-old set. After all, who are we working for if not for them?

It is true, grandparents mellow out.

Aunties are fascinated by children.

And parents...well I can only imagine, can't I?

My Oracle is flooded with some awful rash of ad-pox. Can someone fix that? I might want to break a case and the blinking of the annoying marketing is starting to make me feel epileptic. Oh, and while we are at it, send a California Fruit Basket to Nepal. We are in deep S&%$ with His Holiness.

Oh, and if you are close to Jesus Christ, please tell Him to talk to God about my situation. I seriously need some spiritual support that is altruistic. This paid-for chit-chat is dragging on me emotionally because try as I might, I can't seem to put all the judgement in File 13 where it belongs.

Erx, thank you for the head's-up. It is nice to have someone I trust working the other-side of the fence with only a mild intellectual interest in me. I find good friends are hard to find and great Techs are even rarer.

Taiji, relax, would you? The worst that could happen is you get dumped for being my friend, and the private sector will pay you three-times scale with my recommendation...if money matters that much.

Ninja, I forgive you and all will be forgiven. Write about your ability to make a mistake, learn from it, and earn the trust you thought you lost forever. There are a bunch of people in your target demographic that need to know about this kind of forgiveness.

A and A...thank you for being renewed. I have missed you both.

Paiji is on hiatus permanently.

Only one here now is...

~AC

Happy to be alone.

I keep thinking about it and the more I do the less I want to meet up, mate up, and make up in all my spare time. Best he did find out about my employment 'issue'. At least I was completely honest about my age. He wouldn't have believed me if I had told him the truth about what I do in my spare time. After all, who goes around connecting Intelligence and Security Agencies free of charge and out of the goodness of their hearts with a gift only few possess in the world?


False?


Go false yourself.


~AC

Bomb-Makers go Boom

If I wasn't already into this case up to my neck and the international incident caused by someone who was PAID to protect me...I'd probably be a bit miffed that the studio dropped me for not losing 80 lbs since they started sticking their noses into my retirement.

Oh, 'we're so innocent' they say, we 'only' watched you. We were your 'friend'. Baloney.

I knew the day I read someone's cards and I was right that I would be lacking friends throughout the rest of my life. Snoopers, snipers, and sneak-artists of all kinds, sizes, and abilities would be in my head, my life, and my world from that point forward.

My personal life is my business but it is full of criminal-insanity and soft-headed mushiness...

I'll end up a work-a-holic just to find some peace.

So, there. Now I have the recipe for a perfect life:

Bust terrorist.
Play piano.
Deep sleep.

Repeat ad nauseum.

The only gift in this is the gift itself because it drives people away so fast.

Everything else is just another way to make the Bomb-Makers go Boom!

~AC

You hear that crashing sound?

That's my HIPPA being broken at ever turn.

It just about cost me my life a few minutes ago when an Agent, who was my Therapist, told a family-member who does cocaine, about my case. I was attacked. Do you understand that I was psychically attacked, drugged, and nearly-forced to reveal parts of my medical history, to a woman who paraded me sick, into a gymnasium full of children, told them I was mentally-ill, and then told them they were going to cure me with cocaine?

Where is Ninja?

The leak is Ayers.

Plug her up -- threaten her with my HIPPA if you have to -- to get her cooperation. Then trace the family member, who is likely a teacher's assistant somewhere nearby (within 30-50 mile radius) and put her under arrest for possession.

The children can see. The children can see all of what the adults do and hear what they say. They are Indigo and Crystal. They vibrate at higher-levels than even cocaine addicts and heroin users are unable to hit and flow into steadily.

Shadow must be stopped.

They are terrorists.

~AC

It is the Little Things...

A warm sweater, clean sheets, regularity, good music, finding my likeness all over the Net...and in the parts of cyberspace that make me proud...instead of whatever it was they were playing at...with the blackmail...and the espionage...and the silliness.

Sometimes I wonder...isn't all that redacted material really to save their hides...since I am perfectly okay with the fact that they thought it mattered to me what they thought, what other people thought, and what my dear ones thought?

The question is, could I stand up in Federal Court or before a Senate Committee Hearing and take a morality-beating or -baiting when I know the people on the other-side of the table are sucking on the public teat with the reckless kind of abandon that makes our world so unbalanced?

Babooned and bamboozled...that's all it is. Wham-flam-pucker-up-man...the Head of the Organization that tries to maintain leverage on everyone out of what...a misplaced sense of justice...or a restless, twisted mind?

Bugger off.

Seriously.

I see over and under and around and through more in a minute than you can design in a month of planning because I center it on something real and you are all fakirs...and faker fakiers I have never seen...

Except this once...

In the spice bazaar in Marrakesh...or was it Agraba Market...or the Casabah Palace of a hundred doors in and no way out?

It matters not what you do, how much you release...or what you think of me. You judge me by your own sick stick of amoral fortitude. It's about 5-8 inches long and it is the pride and joy you find in all your physical being.

I'd rather study your heart or mind. Run a few scans, check the sleep-cycles, give you a bunch of Ativan when I think you are too close to a truth you can't handle or about which I can't handle you thinking or asking questions.

If you could make your own game real, you would see how dangerous and defunct you actually are. But, as it stands, I have to keep my pieces out of check and you two-steps behind just so you feel like you are still in your own game.

Peace.

~AC

Severity is it's Own Worst Enemy...

I thought about it all day.

I knew the other gumshoe would drop.

Flying high on that little string of hope...

And then I saw it...

The way out for him, the way home for me, the way down for them, and the way up for Him. Busy day...busy...busy...busy.

He stopped by...took a look into my heart...made the money catch...and then banked on the wrong shoulder...

So close.

It happens all the time. If I step out of my comfort zone...more than 2-Thetas off the norm...I get bitch-slapped with a reality-check...and have to adjust the entire board again...just to keep two Rooks and the Queen from sliding off into oblivion.

Damn the Bishops. They sunk themselves. Elementary School? really...

Is there a point to this code?

Yes.

Find the lime in the Mexican Desert. Count the femurs...line them up...and extrapolate the top 15 most wanted at the DEA from Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico.

If you have DNA, all the better, but those bones tell the story. Ma'am is ruthless...

And those boys all made love with their boots on.

About size 12-14, I'd wager.

She kept their hats. It's circumstantial but their mothers gave them their hats as Christmas gifts. She's foxy...that one...but all psychopaths have one thing in common...they lie to themselves better than they do to Authorities.

Unravel it.

I've had enough strings for one day.

~AC

Pretty, huh?

The Drug Your Brain Craves.

Are you F&%$in' Kidding ME?!

I just put all the little duckies in a row.

They traded in one night of ass for fame and fortune and got screwed...because I am still walking and talking and playing with the money they all wish they could have...

It's a game.

It's a sick, wanna-be-something-other-than-a-pawn game...on a board they see through a 9-millimeter shell casing...(nice skin graph...)

There are miles and miles of style above this, Boys.

And if you think I am goin' down as a victim to a sick game of half-a-brain-mind-fuck you got another think coming.

I am looking forward to seeing your records come back.

Let's start with the cocaine...in Mecklenburg...the judge...the money...the time in jail that was magically turned into time served on the job...and a plant from the Navy...who was really an agent for Mossad...and then the Pothead who thought he saw an easy score...and hooked his way across the country into my life just to be ushered out by those closest to me...the day the Agent walked in to the Natural Way.

It's gonna be a short walk off a high cliff, Gentlemen.

Because when my Dad is done with surveillance on me, I'll have found the top of the pyramid, and everyone else will be looking at each other going, "Who me?".

I like it.

I like to so much I am putting it in Hollywood.

But, you'll all be played by real actors.

And I will laugh all the way to the lawyers office and back to the bank.

Peace.

~AC

Ya THINK?!

Irritated?

Yes.

Hands-tied?

Not even remotely, Sweetheart.

If it looks like I am going to be beaten...it's because I want you to think that way...you loosen your grip on me...and I slip right through your fingers like mist. One day, I will be gone and then you will know, it is my protection you seek, not the other way 'round.

This is my Music...my Art...my Creative Genius working in the world. It is my world to turn around, to reorganize, and to re-balance. It is my world to clean-up, disinfect, and cuddle. It is my life to conform to and then destroy the Status Quo.

If you feel unsure of your next step, just remember, God's got this. I'm just holding down my part of his plan -- which includes being a royal pain in the arse to anyone who chooses to lie, cheat, or steal from me. The murderers just get sliced to ribbons as the land shifts under the Brotherhood's feet.

I know enough to know this is anything but a critical juncture. Critical is standing in the Oval Office putting American lives at stake in War. Critical is standing at the podium in front of the entire UN to discuss the big issues that effect humanity. Critical is being too afraid to live and too alive to die.

Critical is perspective.

Reality is Reality.

All I have is time.

And I am enormously patient.

So, what do you say we stop hacking and get to working leads like we're paid to do, huh?

~AC

 

Wasted Leads, Wasted Energy, Wasted Moles

It came to my attention last night that there is a mole (Winter) over-seeing every department in our disenfranchised branches of the .gov system. Basically, these disenfranchised branches include everyone who refuses to accept that Homeland is the new umbrella -- over all the little mice who do their jobs and all of the little moles who are going to be exterminated.

I realize that moles are difficult to kill. Mice, well mice just need a little cheese. But, moles live underground. I grew up in the underground so I know a little of the mentality. It goes something like this. If I believe 'blindly' that I have all this knowledge and no one listens to me  --then maybe I can recruit enough people who also feel as if no one listens to them -- and then I can start my own little mole think tank collective.

Fine in theory.

But, in practice it's akin to mutiny.

And anyone on the payroll who sells out National Security is a Terrorist.

So, let's sum up.

Agent Winter, you are hereby called to task on the fact that you are building a clandestine organization to take over our semi-well-managed Homeland ship. I ask, politely at first, for you to do your duty to your country and think about the repercussions of your actions. You have allowed a child to die on your watch because you believe you are rightfully in charge of my position in Intelligence and Security.

Please stand down.

The next time I catch you or another mole connected with you in one of my mole traps...I will consider it a threat to National Security and will have you water-boarded.

Have you ever poured water down a mole hole?

That is all.

~AC

A Marvelous Breakthrough

I love it when I sleep enough to get the Imagination going in my waking conscious state. It's been a long day of combining Binaural Beat Technology and Acoustics with Nuclear Radiation Theory, Mid-Brain Physiology, and Astrology in a crucible.

It seems that we really can heal ourselves through a simple exercise of meditation and attunement. I know that most of the New Age 'psuedo-scientific flotsam' out there is making the hard-headed Intellectuals cringe -- but hear me out.

It seems that in order to reverse the damage of nuclear fall-out we need only time, an open mind, and a correct frequency. The actual equations are far beyond my mathematical capabilities. Luckily, I was blessed with an education in something much simpler -- Astrology.

Binaural Beat Technology, although it has been around a while, is actually pretty amazing. If someone who is suffering from Cancer, for instance, there is a bona fide certified way to get around slash, poison, and burn. It amazes me that the Doctor's who keep practicing leeching have refused other options.

Now we do have some gene and stem-cell therapies. This is a fine example of heading in the right direction. Decrypting the genome and finding instances of missing, repeated, or transposed DNA is brilliant science. Rebuilding parts for implementation is fantastic. But, there is something even simpler than that -- assuming you are just suffering from the worst of the worst medical conditions -- radiation sickness.

What if I told you that a specific frequency could repair the damage from the actual free radicals from nuclear fall-out -- or radiation sickness. Would you want to know more?

What if it were possible to find the exact frequency that -- like light and dark matter -- simply annihilates the dangerous radiation that is poisoning our beautiful planet and its flora/fauna?

It is, you know.

It is as simple as picking-up a Tone generator, knowing your Ascendant and Sun sign, and smiling all the way through eternity. Fountain of Youth it is not...but I am sure it will prolong the lives of thousands...and in the real world...out-living the rest of you neighbors is a great way to prove a point.

Let's go Zion.

There's a Universe waiting.

~AC

On Sleeping

I have slept most of the last 24 hours and I now am going to sleep some more. :o)

Sights and Sounds

I remember why I dislike motorcycles.

I also remember why I broke our relationship.

Furthermore, I remember why he chose the life he leads.

It is the sight and the sound of this life that I loathe now. I will miss it. I will. I really will. I will miss watching reruns with my Dad, talking to my Siblings, fighting with my Mom, seeing my Nephews grow. I will even miss hearing the voices as they wait with baited breath to see if CJ will follow God's plan for my life.

Is it enough to live in 5-dimensions -- when you experience 6-dimensions just because you can?

1st dimension --
Sight:
Who?

2nd dimension --
Sound:
What?

3rd dimension --
Smell:
When?

4th dimension --
Taste:
Where?

5th dimension --
Touch:
How?

6th dimension --
Psi Factors:
Why?

These are the questions. This is the formula for solving the questions. Five dimensions readily available to all. And a sixth dimension waiting to be discovered. There are up to 11 dimensions and 48 steps.

I'm in the 6th working on step 44.

Do I believe in God?

I must. For if He does not exist then I am a figment of my own imagination. Yes?

~AC

Personality vs. Persona

Definitions:

Personality is the actual Soul encompassing the physical, mental, and emotional characteristics of an individual as defined by the natal chart. (See Biorhythms)

Persona (according to the psychology of C.G. Jung) is the mask or facade presented to satisfy the demands of the situation or the environment and not representing the inner personality of the individual. Personas are often layers to protect and/or hide the Soul.

Treatise:

A person is born with a Personality. It is defined largely by the make-up of natal influences which have been studied for millennia by Astrologers. In its purest form, it is neither influenced by genetics nor environment. It is simply a clear state of being -- basically the truth of God's initial creation.

Those who meditate often find their Personality through the differences in their thought patterns as opposed to those represented by the collective conscience. This makes Personality a very subtle study of individualism. 

Persona, on the other hand, is generally quite shallow. It is very changeable and directly influenced by the environment at the time of its creation. It is used only when certain environmental influences are present. We think of these situations as required 'roles' for the Personality. Personas are generally formed through trauma to the actual Personality but may also be coached into being through the Dramatic Arts.

In the Actor's Studio an Actor learns to use a deep emotional point of reference to evoke certain emotions on stage/screen. This is a very special craft as a Personality, if not well defined and developed, may become lost in the facade of the Persona developed to meet the criteria of the 'role'.

Problem:

In its worst incarnation as an Actor, a Persona completely eclipses the Personality. A prime example of this is Heath Ledger's fall into the Joker's Persona and inability to reconnect with the Source of Heath Ledger Personality.

In its worst incarnation as civilians, and security or intelligence officers, the Personality could split into Personas -- discovered only by the diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress (PTS) or in the case of Single-Persona splintering; i.e. Bipolarism or Multi-Persona splintering; i.e. Schizophrenia.

Solution:

To bring the Personality forward the individual must be completely secure in the Personality. The Personality must realize when the Persona is taking the place of the Personality. A good place to start with this process is to study the relationships in the life of the Personality.

These early roles: as infant, toddler, child, preteen, teen, adult, middle age, aged -- and also roles in society: sexual, racial, national, or spiritual affiliations -- and family roles: child, parent, sibling, extended family members -- define Personas that eclipse the Personality in numerous ways.

In 'normal' relationships, those without traumatic experiences, the Personality is and remains strong.

In PTS, it is a matter of Doyling* for the moment of traumatic experience, remembering all the details (using the 5-sensory input), and allowing time for the accompanying grief.

In the case of Bipolarism, the return to wholeness is often buried beneath -- not only the trauma, but the stigma surrounding the trauma -- requiring extra therapeutic measures.

In the case of Schizophrenia, the return to wholeness is nearly impossible, as the Persona has fully eclipsed the Personality. There may also be several Personas depending on the depth and number of traumatic experiences. When the Persona(s) take(s) the position of Personality the actual Personality is then viewed as a (or many) Persona(s) -- if it is seen at all.

Final Thoughts:

Where psychology has its limitations, the study and success of behavioral health and mental wellness is still an admirable goal. In spite of the dangers related to Persona development, it seems that the Personality needs masks depending on the amount of pressure expected (or trauma experienced) in life.


*Doyling, a hypnotherapeutic process, may only be used in cases of extreme traumatic events and in the safest of controlled environments...with the induction to and termination from the subconscious mind to the conscious be both gentle and directed with the possible use of extreme prejudice to remove Personas completely and uncover Personalities safely.

Why are you here?

I saw you.

Twice today.

You were in that sleek black car at the corner when you peeked over at me.

Then you where in the truck looking all 'inconspicuous' in a Dodger Blue ball cap.

I probably failed to register the other 15 times you tried to get my attention with your 'peeking-outta-the-hidey-hole" routine. You're like that ghost crab on the beach. He was digging himself a hole too. He was standing stock still at the top, pushing that never ending pile of sand out of his home, and disappearing to do it all over again.

Ever feel like you are in an hourglass?

How about the futility of making your case in the psychic realm?

How about just calling it a day?

Passages still has your name on their list.

~AC

How to Catch a Thief

Get an envelope.

Put the words: "$2000.00 Inside," on the envelope.

Put the money in the envelope.

Put a note in the envelope that says "Feed the children."

See if the thief starves.

~AC

The Madam of Mischief

She's only 5'4.73" inches tall. She weighs roughly 127 lbs. She has long dark hair, blue-contacts over dark brown 'full of shit' eyes, and a mole on her left cheek -- buttock -- that is. She is dangerously intelligent, sharp-witted, interesting, beautiful, and extremely vicious when crossed. Her level of jealousy makes CJ's look like a walk in the park.

She lives in Montreal during the Summer, Paris in the Fall, the Caribbean during the Winter, and spends the Spring in Monaco. She travels anywhere, anytime, is independently-wealthy due to her exclusive status as a dominatrix. She uses between 11- 15 aliases and wants to make the entire world pay for the loss of her innocence at age 8.

She is known as:

Carolanne Hutchins to her family and closest friends. But, no one ever suspects her real life. Her cover is as life insurance broker in NYC for Merrill Lynch. She is fond of yellow roses. She appreciates fine foods, refuses alcohol, is extremely well-read, sings horribly, and is a kleptomaniac.

She is by far the most devious of all the Internationally-known femme fatales...and she is extremely difficult to corner as she is basically non-existent in the public view. She always meets in extremely private settings. She is always alone with her mark -- often arriving a few days before the liaison, establishing no routine, and leaving before anyone knows she's been there.

There is never a paper trail. There is, however, always an electronic eye on her somehow. She controls it for blackmail purposes. The database is offline. But, it is accessible during uploading at her residences. It requires a hard hack but a seriously light touch.

(Her back-up is only accessed when she is in the office...which is rarely. She keeps a copy of it in an external folder on her work computer buried in Merrill Lynch's client accounts as a miscellaneous data file attached to client Janice Doshar who only exists as one of her aliases.)

She is ordinary enough to hide in a crowd and so gorgeous she literately takes the breath away from her clients when they see her again. She keeps them wanting more with her sweet Southern drawl and she will not hesitate to kill any of them -- and they love the edge it gives her.

Her father was a WWII hero. A very nice man, as I recall, and she seduces men who remind her of her father, as he was never there to protect her...and failed her the day she was brutally gang-raped by 4 men in 1958. (KKK initiation...)

She was born on August 21, 1950. She is 64 years old and looks between 20-37 depending on the lighting and all the medical marvels of cosmetic surgery.

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I miss him.

I miss you.


You silly side-walking freak.


I miss your onyx eyes and your mocha skin and your huge heart.


I miss your strength.

I miss your laugh.

I miss your dimples.


I miss you.

I miss him.

Passion Meets Intellect

And nothing happens...

Because Intellect is incapacitated (means has its head chopped off) when it meets Passion.

Angel Money in the Bible Belt

What does it mean when we make stipulation on gift-giving. Is it that we feel our gifts might be wasted? Is it a legal-barrier we must accept? Or is it simply that there are no other ways to encourage good stewardship of high-dollar angel gifts?

I looked back over the needs of my programming department within the last 4 weeks and I am missing the thrill of seeing solid advertising revenue. It should come as no surprise in a state determined to build data centers and pharma, that this issue of giving to Non-Profits should be so lame. The local politicians want nothing more than high-tax revenue for a population it under-taxed intellectually, over-taxed emotionally, and moved from rural to urban and back to rural life again like Moses searching for the Holy Lands.

We are sitting on land which has no oil either.

But, we have one state-wide gift where all the other states fail in comparison. We are genuinely compassionate and friendly...at work. And that is why we kept AMEX here for about 30 years and why we have call centers all over the state -- including Google.

Do I hate the lack of diversification? Do I think that our largest power conglomerates are controlled by shareholders who care nothing for the environment -- yes, yes I do. Our Energy portfolio is sorely lacking and yet we have amazing sunshine and steady-winds off-shore. We also have geothermic in the mountains which is currently bathing the rich-arses of high-tourist society instead of powering the streetlamps in our little hamlets out to the Cherokees.

But, the thing I like most about calling my state home is that we have some of the best equipment in the world -- movie sets galore for post-apocalyptic wars, Sci-Fi, and down-home romances. It's just too bad it's going to take another 3-7 years to build an actual presence -- since the legislation is trying to follow a broken incentive plan like the one in British Colombia.

But, I digress.

Throwing money around in lobbies is useless.

Throwing away more tax-revenue when Medicare is left unexpanded and minimum wage is stifled leaves only one good alternative. Feed the incubators. They might grow some slime mold but more than a few will make all our dreams come true.

~AC

The Truth is Out Where?

So, I am dealing with some nasty character flaws. They seem to be attracted to the darkness in my mind...something they consider a void...but is actually a darkroom where images captured in the silver nitrate of imagination are developed under the red light in my district.

I used to believe that people who had money had the intelligence necessary to procure it through the rate of equal exchange of mind for matter. But, it seems that, recently, the balance has been upset by an avarice and ignorance that boggles even my mind.

Here are the clues:

1) Swiss Banque Account number : ASR23002963

2) 20 dead bodies of known thugs from the Detroit/Chicago/Dearborn Michigan area found within the last 6-8 weeks and in this little nowhere place...or run down in the street...in vigilante justice.

3) An unspeakable crime against America abroad and within our Borders which could very-well blow the entire racial-argument into an inferno.

4) A small-town girl with big dreams of Peace.

5) The major shareholder and his mother...plotting a 'kill the rat' or 'keep the canary quiet' campaign that is criminal...shame money doesn't buy intelligence...only stuff.

If you need more, let me know.

If you want me dead, beware of your Karma.

If you are as smart as you think you are, we'll have an effective homicide-suicide on our hands...

In any case, I think I'll be okay...

Thanks to a little help from my friends.

~AC

*smiles*

So, now I am on a little watch list. Not high-priority but then who really is? If you make a criminal important people will just copy that style and the next thing you know the world is full of them. Peace seems to be in the opposite direction of all that human nature desires to exists. I think that was what Sven was getting at last night when he called the conflict in Gaza/Israel 'human nature'. Of course, is it all objective truth in the reality of bombs and the subjective lies of opinion and smear campaigns that make up that dirty mess?

If people would learn to be humane and silent we could fight out this matter of opinion in the sacred space of collective conscience. You know, where bombs are words dropped to make a point, instead of actual hardware that maims flesh and kills life. Of course, then that would be pre-empted with the idea that people can think on a higher-level than they emote. Which is giving the human race a lot more credit than it seems to be due currently...

In closing, I want to make another plea to those who watch out for the common good of humanity, "try keeping yourself centered and refusing to judge", as that is what the Judicial branch of the Government is for, or so I have been told. Also, remember that being on the cutting edge requires bandages and isopropyl alcohol. The opposite of life is unlife, as I recently learned. This means spin, or a rewriting of history for a more palatable mouth feel, by the masses who believe in Satan Claus.

Have a great day...or night...as the case may be.


~AC

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Clean Slate before you turn 40?

Did it occur to you that you refused to end it with me and that is why I keep popping up EVERY TIME YOU ARE ABOUT TO FALL IN LOVE. You are a lying ass. You deserve no more of my energy. And, for the record, I wouldn't have a clue if you'd stop comparing people to me.

Go ahead. RECORD.

If this is my fault...I'll pray for your soul.

If it is yours...you'll be begging for mine.

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Happy Birthday...

Bet she forgot.

Remembered the Trash File, huh?

Interesting that you are so high all the time that you have absolutely no idea who might be controlling your thoughts. I know what that feels like. A little scary, out of control...but you'd just think it was your prerogative to...I don't know...control other people.

Who's pulling your strings now, Puppet Master?

Oh, it is all in your head.

If it was in your heart, it might be life-threatening...

~AC

Third Time is a Charm...

Germany and Ukraine?

Interesting. Probably bouncing off the word Terrorist and making the European Tour...subcontracting for Britain? You know, there are more lucrative contracts in the world. Like putting a face on ISIS, perhaps?

Who would have the most to gain from starting another war in the Middle East?

Someone who would make the most money off light crude oil?

Someone who refuses to use any technology other than combustible High-grade Petrol in their High-performance luxury engines...

Or maybe someone interested in only stirring the pot...to see what (or who?) participates...

Go ahead, pop-up some more silliness while I figure out how to stop the war from over-running the Syrian border...oh wait...too late.

Maybe, if I really want to see who is heading the table at the ISIS convention, I would offer a grand prize no Saudi could refuse...Fame.

Did you read my case file?

Having issues getting through all the deterius?

Tell you what. Pull up all my questions and look for Saudi Prince. Trust me. You get to him...and you can take the whole family down. They finally put all their oil in one crock...when they started messing around with Syria...because the whole country is sitting on oil so clean it is combustible at 20 ft in most shale below the water table.

If I was a racist and I wanted to rule the world...I would go to the source of the ignorance...make a deal with Satan...and have a German-Iranian-Ukrainian-Saudi background...speak fluent English and Turkish...drink my coffee cold...my tea hot...and call myself "The Professor."

Yep. Fame. Hollywood 101. Offer them an opportunity to come to the USA for the greatest hand-to-hand combat matches. Whoever wins gets to drill in Syria. I bet the backer of the winner is Lebanese. Wanna put a $20 spot on it, CIA?

How about $20M?

Everyone's a critic.

Last name: Bartholomew
First name: Gregory

Nationality: British

IP: Well, you already know that...

Watch him on Tuesday. (Tuesday, July 15, 2014 at 7:30 PM local.)  He's going to bump into the most interesting person at a Pub called Hounds in the East End.

End Transmission.

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He wanted to know what? Why?!

So, he started asking questions, like where I am, and why I am in his head telling him things he should know...because...you know...he's played the game...he should totally see it coming, right?!

She'll hem and haw around it.

Lie to him bold-faced to keep her status-quo going.

Such a familiar dance...

I remember how stupid I felt.

How angry I was that I fell for it.

How much I loathed myself...for being trusting...open-hearted...giving...honest.

For believing I found someone like me.

It took a long time to get out of that hole.

Too long.

Then I read that sentence four lines up.

Trusting.
Open-hearted.
Giving.
Honest.

Why was I loathing myself for these things?

They are good personality traits. Lovely qualities to have to share with someone. The perfect recipe for a happily-ever-after home and dreams-do-come-true attitude.

Get out of the hole.

Self-pity and Loathing...

I wrote about that once too.

~AC

Independence Day: The Smell of the Land

You know, I am just wondering if all this gathering of nuclear material by the Terrorists is really just a screen for the poorest countries in the world to have enough power to get off this planet before it burns completely.

It just occurred to me, really.

The water is poisoned. The land is ferrell. The countries have borders and walls. The people are starving or gluttonous, own million-dollar homes or live in the streets of Calcutta, open their hearts to love or survive strictly on their failed notions of intellectualism gone awry.

It's the duality that scares me.

And, honestly, not many things in life scare me.

I've been through a lot, in this life, and in the lives my spirit has known before, and it all comes down to the fence. Do you stand on one side or the other to remain popular with the people who have it all figured out for you. Or, do you stand on the fence, look for greener pastures, farther stars, universal consciousness...

Do you get off the wobbly rock or die in the vacuum of head-space?

Happy 4th.

Hug your servicemen and women, civil servants, and mother.

You are lucky to have any of them.

~AC