well it looks like celebacy will be my trend for here on out. I have said goodbye to Maverick Kissler and he was all I ever wanted. I dont think I will really ever care about anyone else, so... may as well be celebate and take on the advantages of living that mode of life.

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stephenokar.blog-city.com

BILL TOTTEN'S WEBLOG<<

Look below and read with delight the entries in Mr. Totten's Weblog, I hadn't written in quite some time and thus believe that these two essays are very nice. They are as clever as they are curious. They provoke one to reconsider one's point of view in regard to how we are taught to see and imagine our country to be in the face of how we know it really is. We can look at the past and see it's weaknesses parked right next to the weaknesses of our society today. Like wise, we can see the cognitive disonance that we continually live esconced in. We as United Statesers, recongnize that we owe our proscribed greatness to a multitude of exogenous and endogenous factors that flowed themselves from other causes, and, furthermore we are young as a nation and very big as well as immature. We are insolary, narcissistic, plagued by disfunctional, yet highly dynamic and always creative new causes c`elebres. Somehow we do work as a very functional elephant despite our mouse like beginnings. And though one could describe our entire country as a giant daycare center, many times, for inexplicable reasons, for those who cry totalitarianism,.. a weak cry a far off is magnified to a full sonourous wail that is heard throughout the land. From that one cry, that should be muffled, comes change, a new... for better... or worse, that we all try out as "Americans".

Bill Totten's Weblog

Bill Totten's Weblog

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner - William Morrow, 2005

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner - William Morrow, 2005http://celebatemind.blogspot.com

AS I WAS SAYING IN REGARD TO BELOW.....

Well, I was talking about staying centered and focused which I am not.... I Just discovered That my uncle Ernest is getting worse in his fight with the cancer. He has lung cancer. He already was rough off from smoking..... he had bad lung capacity only around 40% and he was taking breathing treatments once he finally had to give up cigarettes.... he had damaged his lungs that much. It's Sad he is the only uncle I have left. Really thats it. I have no more uncles. I may have some second ones or something. Or more distantly related, But I don't know them well enough to remember them, so, it is really irrelevant. I am distant from all of my family that I have been around and I have only really my parents who are all 75 or more.

I need to see more of my own motivations... I need to see myself more clearly; to know if my intentions are clear of subconscious unseen (to me) patterns that would show any psychopathology of understanding my motivations: It seems that my motivations are to real time oriented. I don't think about future gratification. But then again I don't think. I don't think far enough into the future to call it that. just a few days. My parents basically are still my world makers. They have provided me with a world to live in: And no matter how far or how emotionally distant I have been or tried to be, I have unable to be to far away. And basically I still have lived to please me and cut a balance of how far I can go how much guilt I can feel and still keep away from their influence. Yet they have pulled me up from stuff that they should not have, if they wanted me to develope any sense of self responsibility and how I might deal with it. But maybe they felt they could never take that chance. And now they don't want me to go anywhere or go anymore. No matter what they have said. because I find myself brushing away the way I see that they manipulate me,..... to see the evidence only later when I'm really not looking for it. And then after a year or longer I can see different things and how events unfolded and how if they had had interest in my success in many areas when I tried to pull away Things would have been different or could have been. But I can never know how things would have turned out. Yet promises made to lure me home have turned out to be lies that I questioned even when I was told about them. Then as soon as it looked like I might be making big money for a while they suggested I sign a mortgage to pay on a house making me a deal on a house but a more expensive one so that I would be kind of locked in and it would be hard to ever move out of the terms. But then as things moved in a different direction..... oh shit its enough If I wanted out I could get out. But I am tired of believing it's me or lazziness I am working on something I love finally. But I am not having a conventional job. It's writing and I have hundreds of pages done. (much better work than this for sure)

crap! I am off the subject again. Maybe I am ADHD! (that's another story)

Procrastination, Frustration,Sensation, Abrogate and Delegate

It's a strange thing,.. I can't seem to get passed or past some things. you may ask "what things do you mean" well they are nebulous, in a way. Most of the things, although tasks of some sort, are not to easy to describe except in general terms, thus the nebulosity of their meaning. For example, I feel that on the whole, I am learning a lot of new things about using a computer, more than I ever really expected to.... except that now that I have this extra knowledge it seems that much less I really know. The more software there is, combined with the more categories and options they have and the more code variety and all of that are exploding in novelty and elaboration.
The whole world seems to be headed in the same direction that the technology of computer and Computer software has been and is all the more speedily moving. I am not sure I understand so many things about the world are simply non-intuitive and beyond the average persons grasp.

Hey I consider my self to be a fairly intelligent guy. I am not brilliant. No super Nobel prize winner or anything near that order. But, "hey" how many of us are? Thats just the point; In this world to really have a nice living It takes talent, superior training, or extra good luck, or super good looks........AND DON'T SAY LOOKS DOESN'T MATTER CAUSE IT DOES! I have known them and I have in my youth for a short time experienced a taste of what it can do if the right person really has an eye on you.

We are still very animalistic in many regards;.. It comes into play. It is not the dominant force or anything. It is just well worth noting, since I am on this play string......... I have noticed that the Alpha male type really does exist. That very competitive type. The one who can intimidate when necessary. It's odd often times we don't say it and neither does the fellow have to show us but he could beat the shit out of us if he wanted. He doesn't ever have to do it. And you, you don't maybe think about it in those terms but, when this guy says now, .."Hey, We all are gonna do this and then that." the little group just does it. No mus no fuss just no resistance. So what is it about that person? is it quantifiable for scientists and sociologists? difficult if not impossible.

What I wanted to relate concerns "DRUG TESTING," which I have been somewhat ambivalent about for quite a while. But not now. There are dangers that exist because information is so leaky. We just don't have good sealant for these pipes. That is bothersome more and more. I can see the drive to change ones Identity or steal anothers. If it ever happens to you will see what all that flooring underneath you was when it gives way.......wham crash bannnngg!! Oh wow there was a lot more holding me up than I ever thought. Because if you end up with your identity switched you are suddenly in the shoes of the person who had that one you don't want. Thing is you can't outlive or change identity anymore. You can't start over and try to make it better. Thats the old America and she is gone. There is no such thing as sealed records or erased debts. Oh they may officially go away in some term, but they can easily be pulled up to remind people of what used to be on your record...... well how the hell is that erasure?? Yes courts and seal records. They can also unseal them. People may say information you give them remains confidential. yes..... well how long do they remain ""confidential""?? Well a magic wand of judicial whimsy can snippity snap poofity poo unseal the confidentiality. As long as there are instruments of longstanding recording devices and mechanisms to maintain their integrity of retrievability Things can stay with you all of your life. Oh it is particularly alarming to think what is happening to little children in the name of safety against kidnapping and abduction. People believing that there exists a widespread spawn of crazed child killers snatching childred from their very own backyard are getting there kids databased in DNA files and Fingerprint and other biofeatures of distinction for their safety....CRAZY.. poor things. They are marked.

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On May 18, 2005, at 7:37 AM, wolfman communications wrote:

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> Think on This ...If the problems of the experience today, now, are
> taken as an expectancy for the unusual and that which is to be
> creative and hopeful and helpful, life becomes rather the creative
> song of the joyous worker.
> If the same problems become humdrum, something to be fought through,
> something to be questioned as to their purpose, their activity, their
> usefulness in the experience, then the life becomes rather as a drone,
> as of one drudging, coming through toil, and with only turmoil and a
> vision unclaimed, unactive in its associations with the general
> conditions of the day.
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> Edgar Cayce Reading 1968-5
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Celibate SEXUALITY and The Beautiful Mind

Celibate SEXUALITY and The Beautiful Mind

come and check out the webcam !

Back to the beginning and round again.

Reversing Is the order this blog pops up but that can of course be changed. I am still considering what effect it might have...... Last post I called "thoughts on some events of late" or some title of the sort.

Yet, I only gave an introduction to what my plans are on this BLOG.

Now some of those thoughts.

I am beginning to have little thought about the "CURRENT EVENTS" as the media describes it. I mostly don't want to think about what the media presents.

It is mostly RUBBISH! There is little to comment on. Media today Left or Right is corrupt. It is rare that one can get any glimpse of the reality that roles around out there in the world. I can't say I know it when I see it. I now watch little television. I keep track of what I want to.





---LIST LIST LIST---

1. OIL PRICE PER BARREL

2. GENERAL LEVEL OF MARKETS (weekly unless there are major changes)

3. MOST ECONOMIC INDICATORS I SUPPOSE ( I ALSO SUPPOSE THAT HAVE FIT OK AS #1 BUT NOT #1 AS IN THE FIRST OR TOP

4. CBS EVENING NEWS AS JUST ONE JUNK SLOT OF MEDIA TO KEEP POSTED OF A SAMLPLE OF THE SHIT THEY'RE SLINGING..

5. SCIENTIFIC BREAKTHOUGHS AS JUDGED TO BE SO BY ME.

more later when I become pushed to go into drive>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

General Thoughts on Events of Late

At one time I had a sort of duplicate of this site that had almost everything the sameway this site does now. But things got a little out of place at times so I got rid of it. But I did have a link to Rageboy.com and now it seems to have been in the blog deleted. To bad but I will try to put the link back up .....

Mainly now things are coming out.

For a period of close to 3 months I have been almost exclusively been diligently involved in the production of and collation ( as detailed as possible considering the volume at hand ) of material that spans my life and my interests mainly in writing. Some is in art form; some is video or audio. I hope through experimentation with this site and after a trial run with another site that I started even further back in the past (blog rather)... ), I will make it available if I don't have it that way already in some form. But I will make it more obvious. I now have dragonspeak set up so I can dictate when I am in that sort of mood. I have ideas from way back and ideas recent, all of which I plan to synthesize under this one title I finally chose to edify and identify myself with. As I tell (My Story) this is part expedition as well as a cathartic effort to bring myself through a path of the past with a different perspective. The new perspective as it is produced will be psychotherapeutic ( I hope) to the future. Now that may be contradicted eventually but not for the reason anyone might expect. It will most likely occur from the peaceful disolution of time and its effects on my psychologically.

A person can come to believe that a reality of sorts is a certain way intellectually yet viceral knowledge is really really what counts. Try it if you don't believe me. To be certain of religious beliefs I have found many to find themselves, when under pressure, to recognize only then those doubts. It happens all the time.

Many are brought to much better learning through experience. Experience good and bad is a fantastic teacher. Oddly it is usually experience that we do not want that is the best kind. Forcing oneself to make decisions that are not sensible ,... throwing judgement and reason to the wind often bring upon consequences that many would say " I told you that this would end up in a mess". Yes, It is or was a mess. Now I have to think about that. I have to work with that. I have to see what kind of me comes OUT... And what kind does??? what kind of response is you and do you like what you see and do you want to change it??? NOT the experience. Not the situation. Do you want to change the person you saw emerge from the results of the place and time and sensibilities there from????

Fungi Perfecti�: gourmet and medicinal mushrooms

Fungi Perfecti�: gourmet and medicinal mushrooms

I thought this was posted as it was? not so? OK well, I have always thought that the fungi were an interesting representation of celibacy. Although technically I don't think they are, nor am I sure that they are asexual, since they produce spores. But perhaps it is in the visual eruption of a non thing suddenly existing where the day before they did not is similar to the celibate creation or the original occurence of anything before it matures to the sexual form. I do understand that that former sentence is pregnant with suggestion...., but I will wait until I am more awake to discuss that one

Marburgophile

Marburgophile

this is for you Ray look at those pupils. That is just obscene!!! screaming I have aminated propinophenols running all over my body! 

here my celibate self sits wrapped in a guess robe and happy intention... urinary retention thats the ' fects of the meds that checks my narcolepsy... other wise my face would be on this keyboard with a lot of long single letters till the caption stops..... but awake I stay ... last night I lay .. in bed til almost noon when to take the pill was a question soon. I gotta sleep but I can't roll the clock. I would be soon gettting up for coffee and supper. We say Supper in the south here in Ark. ya know where I was born 

what is this shit??

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lose of control, potential,.. AGAIN LOSS ...YEP LOSS

I don't know what this code is for at the moment.I know ....Dag nabit always but It sure seemeth the the best for what one can get for the moment *** Ya! see ya later.. PUBLISHED PAGES AND NOW WHERE ARE THEY???? LOST TO THE POSTING GOD. AND NO RECOVERY POSSIBLE EITHER!! OH HELL AND IT WAS SUCH A GOOD AND LITERATE BEAUTIFUL SILILOQUY OF MOOD AND HISTORY ... FINALLLY GETTING MY GROOVE ON AS I WANTED TO MASTER A STYLE TO DISCUSS MY PAST..... AT LEAST IT WAS DAMN GOOD PRACTICE ...OH IT WAS!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!! Aw just get over it!! buy tomorrow is another day.\\

What Can Celibacy Acheive? Indulgence is not the only way of releasing power----

The Celibate



The celibate transmits sexual energy into alternative forms of expression, sometimes based in spiritually and other times for therapeutic reasons. To be celibate from an archetypal perspective does not mean that life is lived without sexuality. It does mean, however, that there are no physical relationships. You can be a celibate and a lover. Romance novels are popular with those in this situation. In its positive side, being alone is a way of regrouping creativity. The shadow side refrains from sexual expression for reasons of fear, either self-imposed or absorbed by others. In this instance the presences of others creates greater feelings of loneliness.

Humility, learning to be "celibate" rather than celebate.

Note to self My antipode has revealed that I misspell. Thus this post.

My head hurt this is a graph of what is coming out of one side approx 250 degrees from north standard 0. Aaarrgg. Bitten by Ann Coulter. I'll turn into a......answer for a prize!! 

CONTINUED FROM DRUG POST........Keep reading..

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http://www.nsta.org/quantum/virus.asp What if as epidemiological studies of the past... taken from treatment for tuberculosis without drugs of the antibiotical class for treating it.....indicated that rest, sunshine, openwindows, fresh air (away from the broken and septic stench of city sewers) in the teen decade of our twentieth century brought to the front valuable information (today however, hyper-extended like everything else into a cleanliness of scraped and scrubed skin with soaps astringents, antibaterials, detergents, bleaches, with a virtually complete exteriorizing of the exterior of houses and lives ....... A grain of truth there. The proven use of vaccination. A small sparcely used contingent of tightly scrutinized antibiotics. Proper hygiene, contraception, running water and easy communication and rapid response. Looser and sensible use of narcotics for pain and paliative care. If we used only these drugs and the few surgical and technical short term acute need drugs for rare but essential surgeries. Later in this ideological experiment I will elaborate and broaden the structure for a society as described below. READ IF YOU MIGHT THE WEB PAGES NOTED RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE SEEN IN TIME...IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO PREDICT MY IDEA ALREADY..... THE BRAIN FASTER THAN MINE.....BUT DO YOU HAVE SEX? SPERM ON THE BRAIN....... THE SMELL OF LILAC PERFUMERY AND HALIBUT SCENT OF VAGINA IN THE MORNING.... I CAN THINK?... MAYBE YOU CAN'T.....? CELIBACY WHERE IT IS NEEDED MOST. CLINTON COULD HAVE DONE MORE CELIBATE........ BUT THAT'S ANOTHER STORY......yANk yANk...
Come one come all to the synthesis of what has caused me much tiresome consternation in learning the apparatus of bringing some entertainment and readability to this work. "work"? Ha ha well that might have killed the mood?? saintly little man against vulgar monstrously powerful villainous power obssessed money hungry Snake Oil Salesmen ala modernate'''' ooh la ha.----))) How must this be positioned to poison in parallel to that which I believe could be a central argument..... and an argument, that with study might demonstrate that ... tragically 99% of all prescriptions drugs still on the market in this modern age may be actually shortening the life span of the average american by somewhere on the order of 3 to 8 % PERCENT yes!! We might be living to 79 men 88 ladies if these drugs were gone and we would also be the richer for it .... but we must bring to bear a new order to prevent that which is now technical beyond conception to the average consumer a way ....... What let me think... what way????? to change the present mechanism in this consumer driven society to push toward knowledgeble and ever more value laden product..... A system where the man is forced to morality and ethics by merit and gains proportionate thereto....... BUT MY PROOF........

LEGAL DRUGS, FINANCIAL DESTRUCTION AND CORPORIAL DISINTEGRATION, GLOSSED IN GOLD AND CASH

Finally, I guess I have read enough of the multiple books available that point to the unethical practices in modern medicine, especially in the arena of the pill... pharma,...Big Daddy Merk, Pfizer, J&J, Ortho-McNeil, Smith Klein, Ciba Giegy, Glaxo, Roche,Watson, Miles, Abbot Laboratories, Bayer, Bristol-Myer, Wallace, Wyeth-Ayerst, Novartis, Park-Davis, Genentech, Amgen, Elan, Sandoz, Eli Lilly & Co., Purdue Pharma, Aventis,

I use all this color to leave a little impact...For, I believe that the senses given man are his life. In him grow forth all manner of anxiety and dread at the competition and valentry of life as a "Sense" wanes. Our senses are our potentcy. Yes, the speed we move with, the click of ideas that come quicker than in some.... Yes, they are instruments that are,.. all in reality founded on the "senses". Propriosensory occupation of space itself is a bodily sense many of us would be surprised to know we have. We could call it the 5th b. Sense if not up to the 6th sense in importance, (whatever that may be) since we don't know yet what it -do -be.......... no? - ? well , yep you have this sense; it tells you, not only that you are up or down or right or left from here to there, and in this room, at this spot, a relativity to this object and that, but also ... to this arm and that other one, and this belly and that head. I know with apodictic certainty that if I lift my hand ....oh so slightly up from the keyboard 10 to 12 inches or so while turning my hand palmate,.. toward my face and extending my index finger I shall run upon my nose, or where ever upon my physical domain I chose to place it;.. And this I can do with my eyes closed. [Sense.] How does one know he is having a sensory abnormality if it slowly proceeds at a rate that our bodies' lesser developed sense can measure.

Here take time to bless the clock!! For without it, our lives would crush about us with no hope for return unless by sheer will of ingenuity we build an aparatus out of garage parts and bathroom gadgets to make measures we can trust and do it most rapidly ....or a career would die of loss of the time sense. ( as I said a badly developed sense in the human species)........... thoughts till I continue????

pile of pics. don't like the effect. you judge. 

I'VE GONE INSANE

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Fuck BRAIN CORPORATE POCKETBOOK THEIVES!!

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These Frag ass slim balls .... Damn it I can't find them. No way they want to Advertize anymore since they got me hung on their rollercoster creditcard monthly cash stream. So I won't bore you with what I plan to do to these fuck heads They tickled my IQ for 135 and,... Guess I wasn't as smart as they thought or I wouldn't have fallen for the damn trick. Ticklers and Sweepstakers ..... get ready to get tickle blasted and your steak in your sternum !!!!!! Ass hole corporate slimmies...... Why don't you people read the Cluetrain Manifesto???? It could certainly help your business.

NURSE!! NURSE!! Burt?, do ya know me?George? everybody in town's been looking for ya. zsu zsu's petals !!! MY LIP"S BLEEDING! WHAT DO YA KNOW BURT..? !! My lip's bleedin' !! Is it a Wonderful Life.........?

God aweful wonderful world!

If one takes notice of the link provided, it is seen that there is primeval evidence of the polarities be they sexual energies or merely dualities represented by opposite experiential components of our selves/bodies in flux of time ( as we perceive change) in an interreciprocitous dance of energical gyration and subtle to grandiose mesh to flesh to air and hair and glare of the sun in fun and failure, tears up to rapture, with our blood and hormone signaling and wiggling cellular ion prion in lockstep, complex yet precise, or in disease agrieved sapped and fed upon by the molecular weltunshung of virus or schiztosomiasis, snail borne agony in rythmic ecological tapestry....... All that can be said is they are many; they are impinging upon each other; and somehow through a wondrously misunderstood hierachy of thermodynamic and quantum phase of interplay in temperature and pressure built of gravitation and energy crystalized of furnaces beyond our imagination we titter and grovel, snarl and worry, wish and hurry, cry and bury, never quietly and softly into that good night.

Today we think we know. We are still but greedy sloths in suit and tie, diamond and bonnet. licking our fingers and asses groping and slurping. Fart and Smell. Fed of the tit. loving and yearning and wondering and burning for ...... oh tell us our lot!! do we plan for nought? We build a palace upon the sand and the floods come down. If on rock,...Quake and slide...In the plain blown to splinters by unfathomable winds....The child molester wins the lottery. The preacher of our holy word is plagued of cancer only to find his only son dead from a bad reaction to crack in a fraternity party.

The sun still riseth; we rejoice. oh beautiful day, splendid rays of golden sunshine. I am now 101 years and my life is full and god will not call me away. Radiant youth, now withered hand. My Husband cannot touch it for he is in the ground. For catarracs I see not my great grandchildren's smile; for deadness of hearing not their cheerful laughter. Food has no flavor. Only the warmth of the bright sunshine on my naked wrinkled face and flacid arms .... but for that glow I only vaguely see and heat that takes away the chill I still live and love till I am disassembled and range, as particles in the wind to be in the water you drink, the air you breath, the eye of a fluffy kitten or an amoeba floating in some farmers pond in China. Or I might escape the atmosphere to find my atoms again in the blacksmiths burning banging quenching crushing Star stuff. To be you. I am you. and so are you.

peace be with us. All other ideas of passion rend the sky and earth with war. YOU against me; I against you....... for what cause?

America will no longer linger in its imperial greatness. Greed and separation of self from other and the fervor for mine and me and a pox upon all but MEEEE!!!! Until we learn that a power greater than the technology we thump our skulls to produce more more more things that do this and things that do that, " this puts on my sweater, this puts on my hat, and if I have the most of these I will be most happy and fat." 3 wives and children some I do not know,... although we pretend it's real on holidays. We smile and eat and hope for it to snow. NOT I for I must catch a flight more money I must get. Now I am old in bed, ... my PJs they don't fit. In a home of rest, young girls rush me by me and fret stab my lips with cream of corn.... she needs her cigarrette. Those children I had know not by name,.. but my big house they do claim. And many dollars I can not think how to count they spend in bars and limosines buy more this thing that does this and that. It puts on their hat. now it changes SEX. What a world they do have... What will they think of next???

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