Speaking of danger, our simulation is heading into the, Summer of Danger! (Suspenseful music plays.) 

Every year around this time the THEY, (The Hierarchy Enslaving You), show us previews of what they have up their sleeves to frighten the herd into running willy-nilly over the cliff. The plot options have narrowed, imagination has been retarded, but the special effects, thanks to realistic-ass AI, have simply exploded. 

Boom! 

As for the plots themselves, it’s the usual suspects, “Pandemic” looks like the first release. Hantavirus. We’ve seen this movie before. Contagion breaks out on The Love Boat, a few passengers die, panic ensues. Duck and cover. Shelter in place. Track & trace. Cover your face. There will be a music video to go along with this movie. I don’t know how many sheeple are still buying the contagion theory, though. I’m sensing a flop. 

Can’t believe that not-a-medical-doctor, Tedros Ghebreyesus, (ironically his name means, “Gift from God, servant of Jesus.” The simulation is hilarious.) Anyway, I can’t believe he’s still a player on the board. 

But onward with the Summer ballbuster, I mean, “Blockbuster” schedule. 

Food shortages. This is just another way of saying, “famine.” This has been a tactic of the Oppressors for-freekin’ ever. There are far too many layers of this tactic for this “brief” article. The Irish know about weaponized famine, and so does India, under the British Raj, and those dependent on Mon-satan’s terminator seeds. Dust bowl Okies know about famine all too well. We’ve heard that some American farmers aren’t planting this year because they already know they won’t make a profit. During the US depression, the government paid farmers to destroy their own crops to affect, (raise), the prices. 

Of course they are blaming these conditions on Iran, “How dare they fight back! It’s downright… unamerican, is what it is!”

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Act IV: The Egg as Mnemonic

Let us consider the egg as an object of instruction. It is small enough to hold, common enough to find, and yet within its simplicity it contains layers upon layers of meaning.

The shell: a boundary between order and chaos. It protects. It defines. It can break.

The membrane: a second barrier, thin but resilient.

The white: the waters between heaven and earth, the firmament, the atmosphere.

The yolk: the earth itself, dense, lifegiving, suspended at the center.

The shape: an ellipse, whose geometry maps onto the path of the sun, the form of the earth, the orbit of the moon.

The number: 360 degrees of the circle, 24 divisors of the circle, 24 hours of the day, 360 days of the year (plus a correction, because the universe is not perfect, because even an egg requires adjustment).

If you were a survivor of a worldending flood, if you had lost your libraries, your temples, your kings, your priests, if all you had was memory and the will to rebuild, what would you teach your children? How would you teach them geometry without a blackboard? Astronomy without an observatory? Timekeeping without a clock?

You would teach them the egg.

You would hold an egg in your hand, and you would say: This is the shape of the world. This is the shape of the sky’s path. This is the shape of time. Learn its angles. Learn its divisions. Learn its seasons. Within this shell is everything you need to know to rebuild civilization.

This is the audio vox version of the text from today's life camp journal. It's very experimental, rough and perhaps temporary.

This is a 30 minute podcast on starting a fitness routine and 9 Fat Triggers.

This is one of my favorite mixes, a deep house melange featuring all female vocals. Also, I'm posting this episode for all the hard core fitness femmes from the Spring 1&2 Sessions of PUMPED the GX (group exercise)Sessions I lead at Temple University this year.

You (about a dozen who never misses a session) were the best crew ever. You really worked hard. I could see it in your sweat (i knew, "eeeeew" right) and the ways you pushed beyond your limits.

You guys rock!! The link to this should be pasted on your FB pages that is of course if you "friended" me. (Ha ha inside joke).

Since most of the PUMPED Crew knows me as a GX Trainer, I probably should put a bit of the DJ Rez up here...

Known as DJ SOMA (Sexiest Ole Man Alive) I started spinning on WPPR (West Philly Pirate Radio) in 1996, from there went to underground warehouse parties and eventually to clubs in Old City and NoLibs where I started the Ethno-House Movement. Had some great times. Probably the most popular venue was St. Jack's "My Man Friday" sets.... But you'd have had to have been there to really appreciate it.

I gave up the decks and focused on fitness in 05/06... so if our GX Sessions have a night club/party feel, now you know why.

Enjoy the le melange.

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