Subjecting Objections to

You’ve known you were both object and subject your entire life. It’s sewn into those scars in the skull, precious time our loved ones have occupied, and the sentido that cannot be explained.

Primal wound, they say. Abandonment issues. being adopted is a deep rooted transformative thing and there’s no way to express, not for me anyway, right this day, three years extreme trauma, extensive damage (why I’m still alive, no one knows), and emotional desert, entertainment the monster, media the Medusa turning you all to stone, Aphrodite survives as does Artemis.

We’re screwing this up, aren’t we.

The emptiness abides,

Provides the answer

in its silence.

object subject

How you meld two polar opposites becomes scar tissue, burrowed reaction time, downward spiraling survival rate, diehard anti-everything you have yet to say.

This was the inevitable outcome?

Look at the data. Memorize the theorem.

Don’t ask questions.

If you’re not born into advantage, you’re fucked. But not always.

Your affliction, Dissociation.

They’ve got statistics and probabilities for things like that. Charts, graphs & data ad nauseum, tested and evaluated, substantial wariness.

The things that matter.

The advertising campaign for global warming shows a beautiful tribe, no ugliest amongst perfected DNA,

This was no Typee, forbidding communication breakdown, hidden hand misfeasance, miscreant miscalculations.

 Sure, no problem is the most overused syllogism because to bring up the word problem infers a new subject.

The Clone Wars

The Chinese may unwittingly take the credit for greatest human blunder. We wait and see.

The Chinese roll the dice, here, we say the die is cast. We don’t give up, won’t give in, and are not necessarily defeated. Why this is assumed is something we shake off.

We “won” the war of moral humanity only to fritter away, sometimes rotten to the core from secret wars, outsourcing success, selling out our people, the people, those we could learn from – why not be the strongest not the craziest?

When do we jump? Here come the lemmings but they don’t all jump.

  • furlough the deep state
  • privatized prison owned by SCOTUS
  • grave robbers, hobnobbers, rabble rousers @ dc
  • LOBBYISTS GREED-MEN not freedmen PUNDITS PANDERING PREPARING WORDS TO SLAY YOU.

.


260.82% of a common year

some perspective is needed

Ray Bradbury Brad Rayburn Blurry Ray

-again, empty, saddened, sore. I lie on the floor, sacked by evil doings everywhere, any & every what I could never have premonitioned 22,848 hours ago.

260.82% of a common year (365 days)

simplified by sadness

Sustained by grief

Not enlivened by

The vengeance option,

Not enchanted

festooned and festering

score keeping, hemming, hawing, sintering, gnawing.

She feverishly knits

A blade rips

Skin from bone

the repetitive moan

despite pain

awareness

of death

as another’s

design.

This is the realization. This is the why.


The object rests her case.

Subjective, empirically derived conclusions follow a rationale that factors in the rarefication of air mundanity of insanity columns and chambers where secrets are told in exchange for lies to uphold.

Dissociative disorder gets you by.

Thirty eight years, what’s been done, and in the thick of it again.

Fifty-three. Knowing so much more, feeling so much less.

Can less be much more than before? Where am in the 11 dimensions, the 21 agenda, the trinity of existence, surrounding existence and inexplicable frames of reference reduced to spirit, contextual, biurnal, unequivocally repatriated subcutaneous angst. Which philosophers, physicists and poets agree is uniquely mankind-made.

While they digress over points of regress and surmise that sublimation is a given methodology accrued over time. Well, where did we get it then?

diversion of the energy of a biological impulse from its immediate goal to one of a more acceptable social, moral, or aesthetic natureor use.

–which implies acceptability takes time, counters our intrinsic need for immediate gratification.

a purification or refinement;

ennoblement

respect; dignify; exalt:

Is this all just a little too Borgesian?

ABC News reported congressional investigators are looking into Robert Foresman, now Deputy Chairman of UBS Investment Bank.

With Burnett’s help, banker Foresman “found his way onto the daily calendar of Thomas Barrack,” who at the time was chairing what would become Trump’s inaugural fund, ABC News reported citing internal emails.  Burnett is the guy who was brought in to oversee entertainment for the inauguration festivities.

This Producer, The Apprentice

Below with mighty joe young

Unscripted television

Me, as well

952 days

It is 952 days from the start date to the end date, end date included.
Or 2 years, 7 months, 8 days including the end date.
Or 31 months, 8 days including the end date.

Alternative time units

952 days can be converted to one of these units:
  • 82,252,800 seconds 
  • 1,370,880 minutes 
  • 22,848 hours 
  • 952 days 
  • 136 weeks 

Objective:work that pays enough to live and go to Paris one day

Also: not dying

Doesn’t mean I’m not terrified

or Transmogrified

Gen-X

therefore I eXist

I’ve worked in south Korea, South Africa and Greenland.

I’ve created an apocalyptic social experiment through documentary style shooting and intensely effective confessional interviews. (I’m a master.)

I’ve run shows reflecting cultural and ethnic identities because presupposed identity labels, I slay. Story wise and foolish.

Authenticity’s light: credibility. Ability to deliver the truth as the story commands – see Scheherazade or my version, Zerazade for details. The purpose – shifting.

The process – often not uplifting.

80 plus hour weeks, two Emmy noms , one win, countless series.

That’s how it works. You work hard for the people you respect.

I

Professional Profile LinkedIn

https://www.linkedin.com/in/katherineelizabethwalker

I’d love to discuss your project.

Here’s my calendar link to make finding time easy

https://calendly.com/kdub/meetme

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore.

Never stop looking over their shoulders.

Is that any way to live?


I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years struggling to get by – with a reprieve absolutely ruined by forces that have left me broken, afraid and without conviction. I’m just so tired of it. Soul-weary from this collective mechanation of the mind, commodified body, no way to find a way through the muck.


Miss Maslow.

  • The hierarchy of needs like a diaspora of the mind, a momentary lapse of hit send, revoke access, shut out shut-ins littering the lowlands.

<li>Disappeared.</li>
<li>Were they ever here?</li>
<li>She cried for the forgotten. Took that to her grave now forgotten.</li>
<li>

Who will weep for me?


  • Then.

    There was suddenly, overnight, in dog years (our conception of time is flawed, I feel in my bones), it would seem, there was too much information. Too much noise. To tune out. A body to maintain as advancements perplex the mind, solder the soul to empty turrets of half-chewed advice.

    You simply can’t learn enough. The rewards in society are ambiguous and strained. The fodder is there. The boat explodes. We are all adrift on the Miss Maslow.

    The criticasters are telepathically hypothetically signaling their displeasure seconds before the wiring between brain and mouth engages, at variable rates of play.

    So there is that. The obvious urge to be stratocaster mcsnark is overwhelming when one feels helpless and realizes it’s actually much worse.

    Everyone, literally and figuratively, in due measure, according to their thought machine‘s neediness, and seeking any available encumbrance, is starving.

    Some quite literally for nourishment of the body (which stalwartly holds up the capricious brain), some in the beveled corners of their soul. All, for replaying of time.

    The hierarchy of needs prevails. The soul gets bled out. The machine overrides the individual. All is collectively lost.

    The main feature of the plan is that it moves credit

    creation from private hands to public (government) hands, with the public unaware of whom is really moving the government hands.

    It would seem some of our species cause this. It would appear they are gearing up for some sort of purge. Just like science fiction. Notice who is bearing down on your brain.
    Paralyzed by inequity, uncertainty and dissolving commonality, every man becomes an island. Existing in hypostatic congestion. Coagulants of amorphous soul sauce, baked into the pan.
    Attack on all fronts
    Trauma Centrifugal Limit
    Sacred Geometry

    The number two health issue
    Time slides & we forget
    C-PTSD YEAH YOU KNOW ME

    Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.

    G-force
    G chord

    And contrary wise, what is wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

    . Alice in Wonderland🍄

    🛴Newspeak👍🏿

    But who’s

    Watching the

    Watchers

    Youth Against Garrulousness

    ‘He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have.’

    Due to integration with shortcut bells & whistles, the washing of the brains has been accelerated.

    mythological entanglements form integumentary patterns

    a format to interface

    with or without your

    platform

    terrifying ancient techniques to turn the Chinese people into mindless, Communist automatons. He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have. The process was meant to “change a mind radically so that its owner becomes a puppet.

    But that’s China, right? Not the USA where freedom is celebrated and your mind is owned by capitalism not communism.

    So, what’s the difference?

    State-created borders

    They are amorphous when you consider the history of wars.

    Because most possible answers are wrong, and there is no force to guide us to the correct answers. 

    So we are adrift, prepping for six month power outages, outraged over various multiple choice questions and just plain starved for what we’ve missed in letting the lesser of us take over the control over the rest. The money man over the teacher, the lawyer over the doctor, the marketing genius over the farmer.

    We’ve let this happen because everyone is too busy supporting a family, burying head in sand or building up defensive reactions to new ideas or old ideas repackaged in new millennial-friendly bytes since millennials are all that matter any more. Or so they believe and they have the upper hand of 83.1 million representing more than one quarter of the nation’s population.

    And because we are the tenth most dangerous country for women:

    The United States is the lone Western nation to make the Thomson Reuters Foundation ranking. The United States is ranked 10th because of its third place rank in sexual violence — which includes rape, sexual harassment, and coercion into sex — and sixth place rank in non-sexual violence, such as domestic physical and mental abuse.

    And this is our hierarchy of experience.

    The smell of smoke

    Ashes to Ashes

    We all fall down

    In quantum mechanics, the uncertainty principle, also known as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle or Heisenberg’s indeterminacy principle, is any of a variety of mathematical inequalities asserting a fundamental limit to the precision with which certain pairs of physical properties of a particle, known–or unknown.

    Deadliest Fires

    Some say the world will end in fire

    Some say ice

    Don’t wait til too late

    Flame Thrown

    Returning Home

    returning home after a wildfire

    she seemed so resolute

    in her opinion that this

    could not have happened

    Just one week into her

    settling

    It was time

    for her

    time to reconnoiter

    time to reflect

    And then.

    This happened.

    And then, this happened.

    The ash remains

    The memory charred

    Nothing but soot left

    The blackened hand has

    declared your collected lives

    untold

    Revealed

    only to be told

    again..

    Where are we burning?

    June 12, 2017

    at 05:12PM

    And if that weren’t enough, there’s the 3.5 earthquake

    http://ift.tt/2rpeA5V

    This was during the time 

    This weekday was your average forgettable day until That sound, unforgettable now but so nondescript at the time.

    Time, our fatal flaws realized in a mirror, faded paper mocked up words from olden times that don’t much matter anymore with gender reassignment, biased reporting and single payer death mill. Is it me or are there more pharmaceutical company ads than ever before….

    In silence, make the command, “Creator of All That Is, it is commanded that the activation of the youth and vitality chromosomes of (your name) take place on this day. Thank you! It is done. It is done. It is done. Show me the master cell in the pineal gland.”


    Are you there pineal gland, it’s me Margaret? 

    Sunday Morning worship at Secret Bonita Gardens 

    In silence, make the command, “Creator of All That Is, it is commanded that the activation of the youth and vitality chromosomes of (dee dilly dumpling) take place on this day. 


    …Thank you! It is done. It is done. It is done. Show me the master cell in the pineal gland.”

    The best part  is I have no idea the source of this prayer…but it seems fitting for this gorgeous Pasadena day.


    Try to observe in your imagination the Virtual DNA Strands stacking in pairs on top of each other with a telomere cap (chromosome tips) 

    at the ends. 


    Sometimes this happens so fast, that you may have to ask the Creator for a replay later.



    Are you there chromosome, it’s me Margaret?

    Namaste

    Memories of Elephants

    at some point
    don’t you wake up
    somehow
    and
    decide
    NOT TO BE EVIL
    or do you
    look in the
    mirror
    and realize
    that
    what
    looks
    back
    at
    you
    is
    dark
    and
    hollow

     

     

     

     

    artwork by robert montgomery at robertmontgomery.org

     

    9 muses 9 lines

    9 muses 

    Epic poetry – Poet laureate – as if maya Angelou read the song of myself   But As everyone together imagine-

    Music – Lyric poetry – voice of angels

    Healing arts – dynamic  exchange, science quantum physics

    All-encompassing  species survival

    Painting – Sculpture – Film and Photography

    Performance Dance  theater installation

    Storytelling – cave painting – chronicles of humanity

    public architecture – collective space

    Tragedy and Comedy actors writers giving experience meaning

    muse of collaboration  directors and conductors  🙌🏼 Those who fuse the ones who lead  living energy

    creativity as  not just talent or   none At all

    the final

    the muse of alchemy

     

    in 9 sec

     

     

    anesthetize don’t agonize


    And so

    It was

    With great

    Abandon that

    She ruled

    The world

     



    where chaos unfolds

    It’s hard to know why you live


    III – THE end painting “OBEY”

    Just like Sister Ray says 

    Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse used by narcissists in order to instill in their victim’s an extreme sense of anxiety and confusion to the point where they no longer trust their own memory, perception or judgment. The techniques used in “Gaslighting” by the narcissist are similar to those used in brainwashing, interrogation, and torture that have been used in psychological warfare by intelligence operative, law enforcement and other forces for decades.

    1. Generation Gaslight

    just got back from California 

    said she couldn’t stand the weather 

    Theolonius smiled. He didn’t need weather.


    They’re busy waiting for her Sailor

    Who’s dressed in pink and leather

    He’s just here from Alabama

    He wants to know a way to earn a dollar

    -VU

    So they hit THE ROAD, not in any Kerouac kind of way, they had no ride-the-rails illusions and the gas shortage meant they’d have to improvise. 

    Ah, you shouldn’t do that

    And by the way you’ve got a dollar

    See both of them said at the same time, not much has really changed. They’re still killing off little old ladies who were on the grassy knoll when Kennedy was killed, they’re still working the slaves to death, throwing them in jail for disagreeing, sedate the masses with promises of dreams no one will ever see, because they are fairy tales meant to coerce you into believing they are the one who will protect you because you belong to the nation of your birth. The nation that your ancestors came to, exploited, innovated, re-fashioned into a place where, in theory, we hold these truths to be self-evident. 


    What is evident is much of what the founders of this country warned us about is already happening.

    We are, however, a nation of arguing points of view (the federalist v the agrarian states debates involved loaded weapons back in the day of our supposedly “perfect” founding fathers, who were so making money off whiskey distilling that farmers lead an armed rebellion against George Washington and his white horse) and ultimately, sworn to uphold the principles of tolerance for others’ beliefs, due process before the law (aka not condemning an entire “class,” “ethnicity,” “sexual orientation”   to a blanket allegation based on rage.

    A rage that has been festering since we realized we were the first generation to definitely be worse off than our parents. 

    The baby boomers consumed everything, gave us crack, suburban sprawl and a well-designed system of selling off America while those who hold the noose laugh all the way to the bank that will be bailed out by the same guy (Greenspan? What a joke! His name tells us greed span as he also orchestrated the financial structure of the 2008 housing crisis). “No one doesn’t pay their mortgage.” Well, now most of us can’t even afford to buy a house on the average median working schmuck wage. 

    Factor in the COLA (cost of living),  a magical supply and demand of oil (but not much of a savings passed onto you because our economy demands big corporations  gouge you whenever possible) and interest rates dispensed by royal decree of the green man behind the curtain. 
    There are always other options. They won’t tell you on the news and half “the internet of things” is a bot marketing clusterfuck. The deep web is a labyrinth of obsessive rules, who needs to get in trouble with some reddit moderator on a subject that they feel is theirs alone. Or the dark web which I imagine is a constant loop of anonymous hacking the military industrial complex that supplies the fanatics with the weapons of genocide. That and people getting off on hurting others, and generally all the things that make you hang your head in shame as a living human being.

    I don’t even think,  “Aren’t we better than this?” as I might twenty-five years ago. 

    Do I think we are worse than before? In some ways, most definitely, we’ve regressed. But for the most part I think it’s up to us to stay focused on a people that is this country, a better way to fix things than turning in on ourselves. We are going to need to be united to deal with the future. Iran, N. Korea, Putin, ISIS, your friendly neighborhood cartel and citizen serial killer. 

    The dangers are always there. There’s always a new plague, a crisis in Africa & the Middle East (by design & set in motion many years before we were born), gang vengeance, conquerors and bullies. 

    There also appear to have always been caregivers, healers, growers of food, teachers, storytellers, inventors, hunters, warriors, shamans and enough people to carry forth knowledge that helps us, humans, the ones who live on this planet we treat like a sewer, around fellow humans we treat like somehow not as good as we are – not as hard working, honest, deserving, and worthy as my kind. 

    Tribal Cro-Magnon rock paintings is about all we have to show for this anomaly of a species: the cocky, not very bright, petty, self-destructive,  devious, gluttonous, short-sighted excuse for a species. 
    Imagine how far we could have evolved without the oppression of 99% of our man-made religious institutions (if they’d let Galileo be the genius he was instead of keeping him under house arrest because THE CHURCH said the earth was flat). 
    I doubt a chimpanzee would ignore that kind of leap in information that can help advance your collective group (Noah’s Arc for those who still can’t reconcile scientific thought, math, survival skills and spiritual wonder). Bed bugs, cockroaches, rats and fleas have adapted quite brilliantly, yet they are “vile creatures.” 
    These are the best of times

    These are the worst of times 

    Just like sister Ray said