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Wed, 12/02/2015 - 20:27 | 6868557 Lumberjack

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Wed, 12/02/2015 - 17:16 | 6866478 Muse minus Time

Yellen/Bernanke is blasting off out of a geoengineered hurricane with engineered money ad infinitum & the gravity effect on ECB...great depiction, WB!

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Wed, 12/02/2015 - 13:08 | 6866072 SILVERGEDDON

This 1967 true story is of an experience by a young 12 year old lad in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. It is about the vivid memory of a privately rebuilt P-51 from WWII and its famous owner/pilot.

In the morning sun, I could not believe my eyes. There, in our little airport, sat a majestic P-51. They said it had flown in during the night from some U.S. Airport, on its way to an air show. The pilot had been tired, so he just happened to choose Kingston for his stop over. It was to take to the air very soon. I marveled at the size
of the plane, dwarfing the Pipers and Canucks tied down by her. It was much larger than in the movies. She glistened in the sun like a bulwark of security from days gone by.

The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, and then stepped into the pilot's lounge. He was an older man; his wavy hair was gray and tossed. It looked like it might have been combed, say, around the turn of the century. His flight jacket was checked, creased and worn - it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders. He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance. He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal ("Expo-67 Air Show") then walked across the tarmac.

After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check, the tall, lanky man returned to the flight lounge to ask if anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he "flashed the old bird up, just to be safe." Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use -- "If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!", he said. (I later became a firefighter, but that's another story.) The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate. One manifold, then another, and yet another barked -- I stepped back with the others. In moments the Packard -built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar. Blue flames knifed from her manifolds with an arrogant snarl. I looked at the others' faces; there was no concern. I lowered the bell of my extinguisher. One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge. We did.

Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre-flight run-up. He'd taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds. We ran to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway. We could not. There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before. Like a furious hell spawn set loose -- something mighty this way was coming. "Listen to that thing!" said the controller.

In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. It's tail was already off the runway and it was moving faster than anything I'd ever seen by that point on 19. Two-thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic. We clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellishly fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze. We stood for a few moments, in stunned silence, trying to digest what we'd just seen.

The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. "Kingston tower calling Mustang?" He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment. The radio crackled, "Go ahead, Kingston." "Roger, Mustang. Kingston tower would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass." I stood in shock because the controller had just, more or less, asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show! The controller looked at us. "Well, What?" He asked. "I can't let that guy go without asking. I couldn't forgive myself!"

The radio crackled once again, "Kingston, do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?" "Roger, Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass." "Roger, Kingston, I'm coming out of 3,000 feet, stand by." We rushed back onto the second-story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze. The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream. Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze. Her airframe straining against positive G's and gravity. Her wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic. The burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air. At about 500 mph and 150 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting. Imagine. A salute! I felt like laughing; I felt like crying; she glistened; she screamed; the building shook; my heart pounded. Then the old pilot pulled her up and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelible into my memory.

I've never wanted to be an American more than on that day! It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother. A steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the old American pilot who'd just flown into my memory. He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart, old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best.

That America will return one day! I know it will! Until that time, I'll just send off this story. Call it a loving reciprocal salute to a Country, and especially to that old American pilot: the late-JIMMY STEWART (1908-1997), Actor, real WWII Hero (Commander of a US Army Air Force Bomber Wing stationed in England), and a USAF Reserves Brigadier General, who wove a wonderfully fantastic memory for a young Canadian boy that's lasted a lifetime.

Wed, 12/02/2015 - 12:58 | 6866004 eyesofpelosi

If only all of them were dumped into space with the rest of the orbiting garbage...

That would be a happy holiday!

Wed, 12/02/2015 - 12:55 | 6865981 janus

great'n, WildBillVII...and i'll second that sentiment -- SeasonS greetings from janus, too.

for some very strange reason, Christmas possesses within it the tendency to train one's thoughts on Jesus Christ...almost as if the holiday itself were contrived to conjure images involving nativities, magi from the east, gold, frankincense & myrrh and the Son of God made flesh. This Man (Ecce Homo) changed the world for the better, and in a most demonstrable fashion.

do know that janus knows how uncomfortable that name makes so very many; do know that i understand to what extent Jesus Christ has been confused and tragically conflated with churchianity; do know that, in spite of what anyone has told you or any doctrine espoused by any institutional church, Jesus Christ is distinct from and supra-positional to ALL earthly authority -- be it church or state. He was from the beginning, and remains to this day, TPTB's seminal enemy, chief rival, arch-nemesis and perfected anti-thesis. and, make no mistake, ANY institution that traffics in the powers of this world is anit-Christ. period(.)

i deliberately preface my piece with the invocation of His Holy Name to prove a point -- every single reader who's rankled at its mention hasn't bothered to read the words of Christ. and in that statement i can invest supreme confidence. all of which baffles janus to no end. i mean to say, there are men & women walking about, blithely esteeming themselves as 'open-minded'...they fancy themselves sophisticated and advanced paragons of critical thought; and yet, they will not bother to read the words of a man who, though He never wrote a thing, by His life and testimony shook the very foundations of this world...He took the roman empire and cracked its spine across His thigh...and their only defense against Him was to co-opt, bastardize and counterfeit His Holy Name, and then call the empire a 'church'...they then try and occlude His words in an opaque and excessively baroque language that nobody wanted to speak. then the vulgar and profane found ways to translate and communicate the Light of His Gospel...and, once again, He shakes the foundations of this world's powers to desolation (the reformation and enlightenment). and the 'intelligencia' think it a trivial waste of time to for themselves investigate those simple and yet infinitely profound teachings. scores and scores of thousands have given their lives so that YOU could for yourself read those words...and it is as nothing to you; you pretend you understand what is said and crack-wise with glib snits about crusades and inquisitions. 'yeah, dude, there was like these crusades or something...and they like did it because of Christ and all that shit...dude, ipso-facto, Jesus is therefore definitely bogus'. and from most of you, that's how absurdly base and reductive is the thinking regarding Jesus Christ. oh, well...to each his own, i suppose. i happen to believe we are entering a new epoch; that the Book of Life is sealing shut; that the era of common grace is coming to an end...so why bother evangelizing?

awwww, what the hell...i suppose one last time -- for the sake of nostalgia and whatnot -- and that'll be it: Joy to the world, The Lord has come...let earth receive her King!

there is actually an additional reason for prefacing today's polemic with the Person of Christ, and i alluded to it in my comments regarding tptb and their existential fear of That Man and His Message. Christ described Himself in many ways, perhaps the most curious was "the rock of offense". and in referencing a description of the temple's construction He has this to say about himself "the stone that the builders rejected has become the Chief Cornerstone." (selah) and in describing the action of his influence as a rock He has this to say, "any who bump up against it will be bruised by it; and any upon whom it falls shall be ground into powder."

the 'rock' was a concretion, a metaphor substituted as symbolic substance; but what is the metaphysical relevance of this symbol? okay, one last quote to answer my question and i'll begin: "the Way the Truth & the Light."

as the masses steadily awaken to "the lie"; as this process accumulates the force of inertia and momentum; as the corruptions and criminalities of the ruling class come to light and as the 'truth' surrounding "the lie" starts to become a de-facto presumption, there is much to consider.

i mean, observe this queer phenomena as it plays-out in the world of real-politik and state-craft. you have putin manipulating tptb's false narrative, forcing them to play within the parameters they have themselves erected, all while he openly attacks "the lie" on the ground in syria, all while an increasingly awakened global public knows that "the lie" is a false narrative, all while tptb adhere rigidly to "the lie", knowing all the while that to abandon "the lie" would be suicide and, worst of all, that the world knows it's all false, but is just for the time being winking along in impish acquiescence...sorta like, 'yeah, uncle sam, we get it..."terrorists" are attacking damascus -- now when do we get our next scheduled installment of frns?'. it must be tough for the boys at cent-com having to deal with the consequences of these blunderbusses and their feckless buffoonery. but i digress.

for my thinking, the nature of "the lie" is of far greater importance -- not its myriad manifestations. and so it is that i return my thoughts to Scripture. recalling the first lie in the ceaseless sequence that subsists to this day, the story of eden is very instructive. before wandering like vagabonds in the land of nod, adam and eve enjoyed a time of paradise and peace...but it came at the cost of ignorance. "thou shall not eat of this tree, for the day you eat of it ye shall surely die" vs. "ye shall not surely die; instead, your eyes will be opened, and you will, like the gods, know good from evil."

who was telling the 'truth' and who was lying?

God was protecting adam & eve from a 'truth' that surpassed their capacity to comprehend; and so the 'truth' (in this instance) was for them a 'lie'. even so, they did not on that day die; and, what is more, they now did, like the gods, know good and evil. and here we are today.

anyway, think for a minute about what follows an ecumenical revelation of "the lie". what 'truth' is undergirding that 'lie'? in other words, if the lie is a lie, what then is the truth? is there some optimization of the human condition which has from each and all been hidden? no...not really. the 'truth' is that we are all sinful and fallen creatures who think ourselves 'good' and others 'evil'. and that, my friends, represents an incalculable peril to all who inhabit this earth. for whensoever that moment comes when the utility and potency of this latest permutation of "the lie" is exhausted, there will be an ubiquitous expectation that whatsoever suffices "the lie" is necessarily "the truth". face it, we are, as a species, binary and reflexive beings...good/bad, truth/lie, dark/light.

as i watch it all unfold in real-time, i never know whether to laugh or despair...which is why i often oscillate between those two phases here on the Hedge.

nevertheless, for my part, i can at this point only advocate for an evisceration of "the lie" and its most recent iteration. i pray that it's ground into powder...time for yet another crushing blow from Christ Consciousness. yes, tptb, that means you should start pissing yourselves in fear right now.

look, i take it as a given that there will be governments, there will be societies, there will be cultures and there will be temporal/earthly powers. we are a social species, which implies interaction, human interactions (in that they're characterized by our tendency to believes ourselves 'good' and our neighbor 'evil') must therefore be mediated...even so, this bunch of neer-do-wells have gone WAY too far. but i get it.

for you see, "the lie" is like a consuming fire. it must at all times be fed, and to whatever extent its heat satisfies some utility for its participants it must at the very least sustain. but it is never satisfied with sustaining, and so it is impelled -- by its very nature -- to grow and grow and grow...until there is nothing left with which to fuel it. it's called entropy; and it is THE consequence endemic of applying infinite thinking to a finite world. as this relates to tptb and their mendacity, it has resorted to a corruption of all that is noble in the human condition and its cannibalization of all that is decent in a last-ditch and desperate effort to keep the lie's fires aflame. and that is why i endorse its desolation.

our children are now being taught that it's somehow a sin to procreate because gaia will cry when they eat red meat? by manipulating our brighter angles and their deference to tolerance of others, we have been inculcated with the doctrines of inversion. we collectively laud a severe and disturbing psychosis as we praise bruce jenner the 'woman of the year'? the most basic and natural of human activity is ascribed to some idiotic syndrome? these are but a few of the symptoms of this pervasive disease. the corruption is everywhere evident...whether it be in the arts, letters, institutions, families, communities, cities...our credit ratings are now of far greater import than the condition of our souls. truly, the spark of divinity imputed into our beings by God is all but suffocated. but i hold out hope.

still, there is much turmoil ahead. the tensions and frictions amongst the various factions beset each against the other are generating a lot of heat, and it will soon explode into a conflagration of epic proportions. the battle of the civilizations is upon us. all the world wants peace, so long as it comes at the terms of each respective participant.

so, we are tacitly being asked, 'do you want a continuation and extension of pax americana? would you like a sino-world-order? how bout a revocation of rome with the good ole EU? okay, then, what about a global caliphate? well, why not try a russo/slavic uni-polarity?'

for my part, i say none of the above. let them all burn each other to cinders. none of the available options are for janus acceptable...not that i'm a utopian -- far from it...i've already acknowledged as much. however, there is the question of optimal and available and preferable. discarding the former as a fantasy and in rejecting the available options as undesirable, i must cast my hopes onto the latter, the preferable. something coming soon that, unfortunately, requires an absolute destruction of all that is; inasmuch as what should be is incompatible with all that is.

now, to bring this full circle, i'll explain the significance of Jesus in all of this. at some point in time i'll tell the story of my childhood faith, how very strange it was, what it taught me about the power of religion over the individual and its ability to -- ironically -- subvert the deity in mankind and, most especially, how people respond to the shattering of their faith (the church was eventually dissolved in the late eighties/early nineties) . without getting into the details for now, i'll only say that if you expect that humans will, once confronted with the truth, respond in a rational and sane fashion...well, i've got some awful news for you. once people invest the whole of their lives into a lie, they have great difficulty in releasing it...believe it or not, many would prefer to lose everything than admit they've succumbed to a lie. of late, it's been fashionable to call it cognitive dissonance -- that's what happens to individuals. we're about to see it played out on a macro-level; and it will result in mass-psychosis. the faith we have in governments, churches, institutions...all of it destroyed before our eyes. and in my experience with religion, faith and Christ i came to rest at one single and salient Truth: true Christianity is the only faith that is not a religion; Jesus Christ is a person, and you either have Him or you don't.

at the end of the day, i always side with poets or prophets...and so i'll quote one, Leonard Cohen, "give me Christ or give me hiroshima."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnaxvBsyigM

things are gonna slide/

slide in all directions/

won't be nothing you can measure anymore/

the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold/

and it's overturned the order of the soul/

when they said 'repent'/

i wonder what they meant/

...your servant here/

he has been told/

to say it clear/

to say it cold/

it's over/

it ain't goin any further/

and now the wheels of heaven stop/

you feel the devil's riding crop/

get ready for the future/

it is murder...,

janus

Wed, 12/02/2015 - 14:36 | 6866579 Alananda

Thank you, Janus. Most appreciated!!

Wed, 12/02/2015 - 14:11 | 6866430 Muse minus Time

Janus, you have most likely already viewed the discussion on "The Fourth Turning" scenarios on www.burningplatform.com

Gives plenty of inspiration with states succeding when the dominoes fall, the most hopeful scenario.

"whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away." James4:14 NKJV

Peace to you & yours

Wed, 12/02/2015 - 15:02 | 6866705 janus

Muse,

i have and i largely agree with the thinking of the 4th turning crowd. if there is any difference betwixt my thinking and their's it's that i don't find much benefit in planning for the aftermath. at least, not in a specific or structured way. if the individual is to concentrate their thinking and planning, it should be with the object of surviving rather than preserving in mind. none can say what will lay on the other side, and there is no way to translate the value of a given thing from now to then. will gold be worth anything? (the Bible says it will be cast in the streets). will we still have centralized distribution of energy and food? what modes of transportation and communication will be available? how will communities negotiate their interactions? these and other questions cannot in the present tense be answered. and so, condition the mind to improvisation and adaptability.

i will, however, say this much. i have lived a decent span of years, and in that time seen and experienced enough to be convinced on a single score: when the chips are down, sincere and convicted Christians are your best bet.

and in consideration of that estimation, my preferred community would be one composed of sincere Christians sans any 'churches'...maybe a meeting hall without any 'ordained' pastors...just a place for peers and brother/sisters in Christ to gather, eat, fellowship, edify and serve one another, or not -- a place without 'leaders', without compulsion or conviction. a place where if i sin against God, it's between He and i; and if i sin against you (theft or injury), there are basic and clear laws to resolve it. a place where one is free to come and go as they please.

God's blessings to you & yours, too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrtdZ2_2z1U

janus

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