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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
As if I had just woken from all water into dream.
— Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, 1973
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I’m rooting for the meteor.
I’ll settle for Yellowstone, but only if it’s worse than the meteor.
JWM
ghosts have always been real, silly.
John, it will be. Much worse.
“Caldera”
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Yellowstone Park sits directly over a hot spot. The volcano is quiet today, only the geysers and hot springs remind us that there is an enormous volcano under the beautiful scenery. Just 600,000 years ago a huge eruption filled the area with lava flows. After the enormous eruption there was a void under the top of the volcano. The weight of the volcano caused the top to come crashing down forming the large Caldera in the park. Since the hot spot remains active, another giant eruption will almost certainly occur. The question is, when?
A new cycle of volcanic activity has begun. The number and strength of earthquakes have increased; new hot springs have appeared and existing ones have grown. A large area to the northeast of Yellowstone Lake has uplifted. Will it erupt again? If so, when? How much damage will it cause?
Not until the thermal imaging units were installed in satellites in the nineties was the scientific community aware that calderas existed. They were simply too large to be seen with the naked eye or any known instruments before that time. It was then that the vast size of the Yellowstone caldera became apparent. On the order of 600 miles by 400 miles scientists were stunned to realize the magnitude of the forces it contained.
Imagine one of those Betty Crocker dinners. You pour a packet of vegetables into the Pyrex then you dump a can of gravy on it. Then you spoon dollops of gooey dough on top of that, then into the oven at three-fifty for an hour. When its done you have a crispy roof over a boiling vat of gruel. If you poke a hole through the roof the gruel will ooze up from below. This is a Caldera.
The earth is seven-tenths water so it is in keeping that most of the worlds Caldera’s are underwater. The largest known Caldera is located approximately four thousand miles west of California in the center of the Pacific ocean and it is called Panthea. Less than one hundred feet below the surface of the sea bottom the temperature of Panthea is estimated at over eight thousand degrees. Steam regulary is emitted from hundreds of surface orifices over Panthea and the surface is constantly moving.
Panthea is estimated to be over two hundred and fifty miles in depth and nine hundred miles in diameter, the largest of all Calderas. Tied to the San Andreas fault on the United States western seaboard Panthea is considered the origin for most of the seismic activity in this region as well as in Alaska and eastern Asia including Japan, China.
Recent readings of Panthea’s core temperatures indicate that changes are occuring as the surrounding waters escalate in temperature. Biologists are plotting computer models to try to determine what the ripple effect will be if the caldera roof would collapse due to liquification. The first sign would be Richter machines going off the scale, on the order of fifteen point oh. This alone would disturb the very mantle of the earth itself. Second, the collapse in volume of the earths surface, the ceiling of the caldera, would cause huge tension release within the oceans body. Think of a large plate of spaghetti with suddenly no plate. When the structure of the ocean floor itself is removed, it is not clear what exactly will happen in other parts of the world.
Suddenly the oceans water would sweep into the new void created by the caldera. This water must come from somewhere, it would come from everywhere simultaneously. Like pouring cold coffee down the kitchen sink. Gone. The level of the seas would drop six feet in a matter of minutes and coastlines would be scrubbed as massive volumes of seawater were pulled toward the void. Millions of people worldwide would be swept along with the rushing seas. Entire cities would vanish, coastlines too would no longer exist.
Pantheon is roughly the size of the Gulf of Mexico, but two hundred and fifty miles deep. This space would consume large amounts of both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. In hours the level of the worlds oceans would drop more than 100 feet. Icebergs in the Arctic sea would topple as they touched the sea bed, the Mediterranean sea would be dry. Hydrostatic vacuum would cause all buildings on all coasts to collapse.
As trillions of gallons of seawater drain into the gaping boiling Panthea the water will be instantly heated to eight thousand degrees creating a gaseous explosive mixture of thousands of chemicals simultaneously. The blowback from this will shower the stratosphere worldwide.
Matt Rense is a thirty four year old construction superintendent who lives in the town of Crystal Bay outside Chesapeake, Virginia with his wife Sarah and their two kids Jarrod and Sensia, ages 10 and 8. Sarah is a teacher in a private school named Colloquial First where their kids attend. Matt has a past time as an Ultralight pilot and this may be the key to evacuating his family to safe ground further inland from the coast of their home as pandemonium reigns all around them.
I’m with JWM….almost.
Although, a WORLDWIDE POWER OUTAGE could be fun to watch for about the first week, but after that it would be like reinventing the wheel the hard way. And, hey, I would definitely buy tickets to see Disneyland Alligator Infestation.
And I had to ask. Searched for the meaning of CTHULHU….Oh, and then of course, I had to know how to pronounce this newly discovered word. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIgpcr-6q0w
And now I know. But why?
RGB Casts the deciding vote to end Roe vs Wade after Roberts wimps out again.
Ghost, that was one hell of an article and thank you for posting it. I find it quite exciting actually but in an amazing way. Most interesting.
BETTY WHITE WILL LIVE FOREVER!! one of the all time best bless her little heart
Betty and the Queen Mum should get together for tea.
Thanks Jack! As far as writing goes, I’m a sprinter not a marathoner. lol
We already have rats of unusual size. They’ve been torching cities and toppling statues, and the rats of unusual size in political office and Enemedia-Pravda have been applauding their fellow large rats’ “peaceful protests.”
Ghost: does that moron “Matt” of which you wrote realize that an ultralight holds only the pilot and no passengers?
I know a guy in Florida that has an ultralight that carries 4 people.
Yellowstone NP, light airplanes
Not to steal the thread, but Yellowstone NP, lightweight airplane in vid below and its owner live just down the road a ways from me.
I would take his passenger anyplace she wanted to go in any airplane.
Yes, we have rock on our property from a previous explosion of the caldera at Yellowstone.
https://youtu.be/jcqZfC9Agl4
Fun for Friday in Idaho.
What, no gorilla dust cloud?
Bingo card left out something:
MARINERS WIN WORLD SERIES
SEATTLE IMPLODES IN DISBELIEF
I don’t like your game ’cause I’d rather watch Pelosi choke on her lowers. Besides that, the center is supposed to be free.
Sweet Meteor of Death,that’s some bingo card,Mr V!
Agree Firefly season 2 would be a SJW/Feminista snore fest,now that we know creator Joss Whedon & most of the cast are flaming sh*tlibs. Notable exception Adam Jayne Cobb Baldwin,bless him.
Well,Ghost,I knew about Yellowstone’s Caldera,but not the mighty Panthea. A most excellent description,thank you. Reminds me of a Firefly episode where Wash,Serenity’s pilot is navigating thru asteroids,or spacebullets,and Capt Mal asks for a status check.
Wash replies “Oh God,oh God,we’re all gonna die?”
Good to know the proper Lovecraftian pronunciation of Cthulhu,thanks Kevin.
Did you know,you can make a wonderful (and edible) Cthulhu with a large turkey breast and King Crab legs? It’s a great way to find out who has a sense of humor at Thanksgiving.
A prophet may now arrive from anywhere. This reporter, in Ventura, for instance.
https://youtu.be/L98OyepXgHE
Casey,that was EPIC!!! Wonder if his words penetrated the thick skulls he was facing.
If this virtue signaling nonsense goes on much longer,I’m going to start wearing my Army surplus gas mask everywhere,triple digit weather be damned.
Nori:
Not a chance that a single syllable penetrated those progressive skulls. This has nothing to do with the virus. It has everything to do with the power, with humiliating the people BECAUSE THEY CAN. You may have noticed that Schumer, Biden, Pelosi et al are never photographed without their masks. The message is quite clear: Good People (progressives) wear their mask because they “care”. Deplorables don’t mask because they are, by default, Bad People.
And in case you think this will be going away anytime soon, consider:
Second hand smoke is a lie, any yet smoking has been banned nearly everywhere, “to protect others from the harm caused by second hand smoke”. Climate change/global warming, etc. is bullshit. Yet my benighted state, (CA) yearly spends billions of tax dollars to mitigate climate change.
There has never been a less “racist” country on earth than contemporary America. There has never been a time or a place in all of human history wherein a black person had a better chance of succeeding. Yet our cities have been laid waste, our statues and monuments desecrated, our every organ of public discourse is in sackcloth and ashes, begging forgiveness to bigoted lowlife Marxist hate mongers for the imaginary sin of “systemic racism”.
Forcing a filthy mask on everyone’s face is power for the sake of power.
BECAUSE THEY CAN.
JWM
BRAVO,sir. Extremely good continuation of this from the gut video.
CAlif has been a Petri dish of every batsh*t Marxist vomitorium ideology.
Reaping the Progressive Whirlwind is the ugly reality,and reality always wins.
They’re putting the filthy masks on us because their far,far filthier masks have been ripped off.
And they are furious. Furious. Exposure is their greatest dread.
There will be more,much more exposure. Have faith.