The Squeaky Wheel: A Short Story

Once upon a time there was a little wheel named Scooter. He was born in a wheel factory in Brooklyn, and when he was about 3 months old--5 years in human terms--his parents moved to Sandusky where he attended Firestone Elementary School.  The first lesson a wheel is taught is to be quiet. Scooter just couldn't handle this rule at all.  He was an energetic kid who could not sit still.  Once his lugs were tightened and the car would begin to move, he would express his exhilaration with a loud "WEEEEEEE!!!"  Well, as you can imagine, this was completely unacceptable.

"Now Scooter," his teacher would say, "wheels are supposed to be quiet.  You must stop this screeching every time you begin to move."

Scooter was an inquisitive youth, and didn't understand why he must repress his excitement. "Why?" he asked.

"Because that is what wheels do. They rotate quietly." was the reply.
"But why do they do it that way?" he asked. "It's so boring!"

"Because they do."

Not only was Scooter an inquisitive kid, he was strong-willed.  His parents and teachers called this quality a "rebellious streak."  But Scooter had no interest in being a rebel, he just wanted to know why he should behave in a particular way.  If he didn't have a good reason for doing something, he didn't do it.

He was soon kicked out of public school, and his parents sent him to Our Lady of the Good Year catholic school.  Scooter was hopeful that here, things might be different.  Well, as you might imagine, the methods were different, but the goal was the same.

"You must resist your sinful desires because that is God's will," said Sister Whitewall.

"Why are my desires sinful?" asked Scooter.

"Because it says so in the Bible, and the Bible was written by God himself," replied the nun.

"May I talk directly to God, then, and ask him?"

"You may talk to God, but you must talk to him through me, because I am the only one around hear who can communicate with God. You ask me a question, and I will then ask God, and I'll tell you what he said."

This seemed utterly ridiculous to Scooter, and as you might guess, he was expelled from Catholic school for being immoral.

Scooter's parents were at a loss.  They did not know what to do with him.  They professed that they loved their child, but they continued to believe that in order to love him, they must show him how to model acceptable behavior, and coerce him to be like everybody else, just as their parents lovingly did to them.  They decided to send him to a military school called Bridgestone Academy.  It was at this moment that they lost their son.  Scooter's tearful mother gave him a hug, and his father stoically offered a handshake, as their son was taken into custody by a man in a very authoritative costume, with bars and stripes and everything.

At Bridgestone Academy, Scooter's will was finally broken.  Using methods of trauma-based mind control developed by secret factions within the military-industrial complex, they successfully subdued Scooter's will.  Unfortunately, this came with a price.  Scooter developed a bad case of rotational vertigo as a result of the repression of his emotions.  No matter how hard he tried, as soon as the chassis he was fastened to began to move, and he began to rotate, he would become dizzy and puke.  His drill instructors tried to show him all kinds of tricks.  They told him about spotting, a technique dancers and figure skaters use to prevent dizziness while whirling around in circles.  Didn't work.  They taught him about mind-control and self-hypnosis, which were of no help at all.  No matter what he tried, after a few minutes, he would become dizzy, and toss his cookies all over the pavement.

Scooter managed to make it through the rest of school by increasing his stamina, and being able to hold off the dizziness for up to seven minutes, which was just long enough to pass his exams, and graduate from Bridgestone.  He enrolled in Michelin State University, because that's what he was told he was supposed to do, and soon found himself in way over his head.  He dropped out of college, and picked up a crappy job on the most pathetic of all vehicles, a Dodge Caravan, but his vertigo continued.  One day, just before the vertigo was to seize him again, he let out a sound.

"WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Vertigo gone.

The vehicle slowed and stopped.  The driver got out, and looked at Scooter.  Not being a mechanic, he didn't know what to do.  He got back in the van, and drove it to the repair shop.  The mechanic looked the van over, and did a thorough diagnostic evaluation.  He found nothing wrong with Scooter. As a solution to a problem he could not identify, the mechanic decided to grease up the wheel in the hope that it would no longer make a sound.  It worked.  Scooter's joy was drowned in grease.  It was like a dream in which you try to scream, and nothing comes out.  For the rest of Scooter's life, whenever he would manage to squeak out a sound, he would get a mouthful of grease, and the rest of his life was a living nightmare.

Super Bowl 2014

Some interesting early thoughts. The Super "bowl" takes on a new meaning this year on the heels of the legalization of recreational marijuana in Colorado. Remember what FDR once said: "In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way." Do you think politics and sports are separate? I'm not so sure.

Last year, 2013, the year of the trickster (13), the Ravens held off the 49ers in New Orleans. In many North American native traditions, the Raven is the symbol of the trickster. In Celtic and Druidic mythology, it signifies the void, the darkness from which all things emanate. Ravens are thought to be old, wise, and prophetic. After winning the Super Bowl last year, Terrell Suggs said, “We beat the future in Andrew Luck. We beat the past in Peyton Manning. We beat the present in Tom Brady. Then we beat the best show on offense in the NFL in the 49ers in Colin Kaepernick. The toughest road in these playoffs, we did it. We did it together.”  Do any of those teams sound familiar? This is just the beginning. Buckle up.

This year is 2014. Let's look at that. The sufferings of Christ began 14 days before Passover. In Egyptian mythology, Osiris was cut into 14 pieces, and 13 were found. Guess which part was not found. :-) There are 14 phalanxes on each of your hands. The fourteenth day is the middle of the lunar cycle. The name David in Hebrew has a numerical value of fourteen, as do the words hand, pride, despise, and gold. And then there is the fourteen word slogan coined by white supremacist David Lane, "We must secure the existence of our people, and a future for white children," and also, "because the beauty of the white Aryan woman must not perish from the earth." Search the number 14 and I'm sure you can come up with much more. 

So what about the SeaHawks? What is a SeaHawk? It's another name for the Osprey, which is an animal associated with sun worship, a majestic bird of prey. They are clever, cunning, and relentless. They are excellent fisherman, and we are at or near the end of the age of Pisces. As a totem animal, the osprey can teach a person to go for their goals without fear. And without remorse.

It's also the name of a military helicopter, by the way. Isn't that interesting?

As a side note, I'm noticing Cam Newton being shown a lot, foreshadowing next year. Don't know what that means yet. Panthers?

And the Broncos. The wild stallions. Is this a throwback to Bill and Ted? Are the Wyld Stallyns to be tamed? Do they symbolize freedom? Sovereignty? I think maybe in their purest form, they do. 

However, the Denver Bronco is far from the purest form. You only have to look at the evolution of the logo. And if you want to really be convinced, fly into the Denver International Airport, and behold the Wild Stallion standing in its front lawn.

Plenty of other "dark horse" symbolism around if you care to look. I would direct you to Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, one of my favorites.

So what does this all mean? Am I stretching? Am I full of crap? I don't think so, but I'm me. I'll let my predictions stand on their own. You can watch, and judge for yourself whether you think you might be under manipulation. 

In the next two weeks, watch closely. Look for the symbols. You will see the messages, and you may be able to predict who will win the game. What is certain, is that you will start to understand where we are headed once you find out who has been the predetermined winner.

Oh yeah, Feb 1, 2014 begins the Chinese year of the horse. Just sayin'.

Obama, Putin, and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn...

Check out this depiction of the nature god, Pan, from the Wind in the Willows, and keep it in the back of your mind. It will circle back around...

I find it very interesting that recently there has been sentiment circulating via the internet in support of Vladimir Putin as contrasted with President Obama. The following picture, among others, has been widely circulated on Facebook.

Funny, it wasn't long ago that this country was engaged in a "Cold War," and the dominant sentiment among it citizens seemed to be anti-communist. So I have to wonder, what could possibly be behind the growing support and promotion of the President of Russia, as juxtaposed to growing dissent for our own commander in chief, by social media?  It would seem to me that the underlying purpose here is to bring our once great nation back into the global control system, under a collectivist agenda, a mechanism for world government, global control, and the eradication of individual liberty and God-Given Human Rights from the consciousness of humanity once and for all.  This is nothing less than the final step in the elimination of human free will.  Let's go back...

The first Red Scare began in the early 20th century, following the Bolshevik Revolution in 1917 and the United States' entry into World War I in 1919 under Woodrow Wilson.  People were taught to fear communism, and as a result of this propaganda, the United States Government was able to pass the Espionage Act of 1917, followed by the Sedition Act of 1918.  You may have noticed that we are hearing a lot about these pieces of legislation recently with regard to the sharing of information and telling of the truth.

In 1898, Kenneth Grahame penned a story he called "The Reluctant Dragon," which was adapted by Walt Disney Studios (thanks again, Uncle Walt) in 1941 and made into a feature film, released on June 20, 1941.   Does that year sound familiar?  Yes, Pearl Harbor occurred later that same year.  Maybe it's just a coincidence, but just stay with me for a moment.

The second Red Scare began in 1947, after the Second World War, and was termed "McCarthyism" after Senator Joseph McCarthy.  But the Berlin Wall came down, and Communism (the Dragon) was defeated once and for all...right?  Russia has a President, and is a "Democratic" nation, right?

Now, watch the movie...

By the way, does the name Kenneth Grahame sound familiar? It may. He also wrote the famous children's story The Wind in the Willows, which offers many clues as to his political ideology and spiritual beliefs.  Would it surprise you to discover that our "leaders"--the people who rule us--have demonic, Luciferian, and Satanic belief systems that influence their dominance of us and their shaping of the world as we currently experience it?  Does the world seem wonderful right now?  Has it ever in your lifetime?  Don't you ever wonder why that is?

Our opinions are being engineered, because Free Will cannot be taken from you without your consent.  Beware of your opinions, and think about what you are inclined to believe.  If you don't we are all going to find ourselves in Gulags again.

"Sex Sells" - The mantra of the hive

If you care about your species, please keep reading.  If you care about your children, please teach them some version of what follows.

The other day I was in the kitchen remarking to my wife that these days a person can't buy cucumbers at Wegman's without also being sold sex.  I saw the word on every single magazine presented before me as I walked to the checkout lane.  The more I looked, the more I saw it.  After a while, even the cucumbers I was holding seemed to have a hidden message.  It struck me that this has been going on for a very long time, and seems to be escalating.  I was reminded of the society Mike Judge envisioned in Idiocracy.

So my son piped up and said, "Sports Illustrated."

"What?" I asked.

"I bet Sports Illustrated doesn't have that word on the cover," he replied.

I nodded.  He was probably right.  Maybe I was overstating things.  Then the new issue of Sports Illustrated came.

So my son says, "Oh my God, what the heck? Why is that word everywhere?"

Here is my answer. 

There was a bee in our kitchen that morning, and I had been telling the boys that if they just leave it alone, it won't hurt them.  I asked them why they think bees sting people, and they answered "because they're scared," and "because humans look like bears, and they are afraid that we will steal their honey."

Either way, I think fear is as close as we can get to a correct answer.  There is some good information here if you are interested in learning more about bee-havior.  Bees are interesting animals, and the idea of the hive mentality can shed some light on many aspects of human behavior today. 

"So why does fear exist?" I went on.  They thought for a moment, and came up with "to keep you safe," and "to protect you."  Good answers.  So what's the truth?

Fear appears to exist as a protective mechanism to sustain life, and prevent death and/or injury.  It is thought that the fear response resides in the most primitive aspects of our central nervous systems, but all living things appear to have this resonse-ability, including plants.  Perhaps the fear response resides in a more ethereal part of the body, but that is another discussion altogether.  It will suffice to say that the fear response is one of the most important response mechanisms that exists for living beings, and develops early on, residing deep within the organism.  

As the nervous system grows and evolves into a more sophisticated network for information processing, more complex thought patterns can arise, and eventually, self-reflection and deductive reasoning are born.  However, the later additions to the nervous system which house these processes, namely the cortex and neocortex, being farther up the chain, can be short-circuited by the more primitive brain structures, often referred to as the R-Complex or Reptilian Brain.  When a life-threatening crisis is perceived, nerve impulses are thought to travel to the R-Complex, and then before they are passed on to the higher centers, are routed directly to the organs and muscles, enabling a more immediate response without the need for logical thought or cognitive rationalization.  Animals which have not evolved to have sophisticated nervous systems live their lives primarily acting on instinct, never having developed a cerebral cortex or neocortex.

So what are some examples of instinctual motivators?  What types of behaviors and elements are needed for life to continue?  Well, we need air, so breathing is a big one.  Without air, we die.  Without water, we die.  Without food, we die.  And interestingly, without sex, our species dies.  Hmmm.  Might it make sense that the sexual drive is such a strong impulse?  Some have claimed that it is this impulse that drove God himself to start the whole thing with "the big bang." 

But I digress.  

Imagine if you, as a child, were taught that water is dangerous and bad, and drinking it is a sin.  And let's say you believed this to be true.  It follows that you would feel bad about drinking water, because you would "know" that it is wrong, but you would also know that you have to do it in order to live.  You would experience cognitive dissonance, and it is likely that this would weigh heavily upon your mind, until you changed it.  You might convince yourself that water tastes bad, or that the feelings you experience are the work of the devil.  This all requires a great deal of thought and mental effort, in contrast with someone who takes the water for granted, knows there is plenty of it, is grateful for it, feels good about drinking it, and subsequently frees his mind to think about other things.  

Now imagine that the television is constantly showing you, a firm believer in the "bad water" story, commercials featuring waterfalls and raindrops as a sales tactic.  Might make you pretty thirsty.  This is a good way to keep you thinking about water, right?  This is a good way to keep you in your reptilian brain, don't you think?  And this is also a good way to keep you in cognitive dissonance.

So essentially, what appears to be happening is that the media controllers continue to show us all images designed to keep us engaged with our reptilian brains, in order to prevent us from elevating our thoughts into the more advanced rational cognitive centers.  It is primarily fear, rage, and sex that activate the reptilian brain.  They show you these things to keep you dumb, to prevent you from figuring out that they are keeping you dumb, and to make you dumber.

If you have a minute, by the way, do a Google image search for "Sports Illustrated" and see how many sports you see.

You pay for what you get....

"Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the law."
~The Kybalion


The frequently invoked colloquialism “you get what you pay for” often appears to be untrue.  You might think that, according to this idea, if you pay top-dollar for an item or a service, you will be guaranteed to receive a top-notch item or service in return. You may be able to remember specific examples when this hasn't been the case in your life.  You might be tempted then to dismiss this expression, and condemn it to a life of imprisonment  in some dark corner of your mind, with all of the other misleading statements you've collected in your years.

The esoteric root of the phrase, however, conveys an immutable universal law.  Sooner or later, one way or another, we always pay for what we get.  There is no effect (getting) without a cause (paying).  In Hermetic terms, this is called the Law of Causation.  In the health care industry, this law has been confounded for many decades by the ever-expanding presence of third party payers.  Now, the insurance company steps in the middle, and receives payment from a business in exchange for taking on risk for its employees.  When an employee seeks care, the insurance company is expected to pay for the care.  The doctor provides the care, and then asks for payment not from the person to whom the service was given, but from the insurance company, an impersonal entity with an address on the other side of the country.  It begins to become very unclear where the causes and effects are in this scenario, and consequently, nobody feels accountable for what happens.

During my 16 years as a dentist, I have seen the value of a doctor’s care, skill, and judgment fade into the background.  I think people still want good doctors, but the trend seems to be that we no longer think we should have to pay them.  Those insurance megacorporations with the big buildings downtown will take care of that kind of stuff for us...won't they?

I've come to see that the only way I can directly correlate value with service is to engage in voluntary direct exchange with another party, quid pro quo.  I still believe the doctor-patient relationship to be sacred, and the involvement of outside “third party payers” in the decision-making and treatment-planning process contaminates the primary goal of treatment, which is always for the patient to heal.  The best doctors are knowledgeable guides who harm no one, while they lead their patients to ever-higher levels of health and well-being.  Insurance companies are like charlatans, bandits, and gypsies along the path, whose only interest in the traveler is to cleverly lead him off the path, onto the collectivist paddy-wagon, and ultimately separate him from his money.  

Be wary, America.  The guides are disappearing.

To raise, or not to raise...

Welcome, and namaste.

I presume you have been led here because you have a deep desire to raise your plow, although you may not know exactly what that means. Well, rest assured, you have come to the right place, and I am glad you are here. There are many layers of meaning in the expression "raise plow," from the profane to the esoteric. I will reveal only a portion of the wisdom contained within that mantra here, and it will be up to you to embark on your very own epic journey to discover for yourself what remains of the truth. Be warned, once you take the red pill, there is no turning back.

So why have I titled this blog, "Raising Plow?" Well, it all started in Dental School, when my roomates and I went to the mall and borrowed a sign. Here in Buffalo, it snows a fair amount in the winter, and there are signs around with instructions to plow operators. We were fond of making up euphemisms back then--still are--so as we pulled into an empty parking spot, and gazed upon the sign hanging boldly the concrete wall in front of us, we began to formulate an idea. What if we used the expression "raise plow" to indicate one's level of inibriation? How hilarious that would be!! Back then we were fond of drinking alcohol to dull the pain of the educational process. And so it went. We confiscated the sign, which was clearly ours to begin with, and went on about our business on that lovely, bitterly crisp, snow-filled Saturday, watching college football at Pizzeria Uno's, raising our plows.

Since that red-letter date in history almost 20 years ago, not much has changed, at least with respect to the expression, "raising plow." Even after 1992 release of the album "Raise the Plow" by Railroad Jerk, the expression remained cloaked in relative obscurity. When the Simpsons episode "Mr. Plow" aired, we laughed our asses off, but still nobody seemed to grasp the true meaning and profundity of this extraordinary phrase. Signs still abound in snowy parts of the country, and every time a vehicle passes by me with its plow raised, I tip my metaphorical hat to its driver.

But what is the actual meaning of raising plow? I've struggled with this question for many years, searching to the ends of the earth for an answer. Well, that may be a bit of hyperbole. I do still have the sign in my garage, so every once in a while I think about it, and it makes me smile. Which is what brought me to this blog. As I searched my mind for possible names, it seemed that there was a blog named practically everything. I tried nonsensical names, common names, and muddled up expressions or backwards speak. Everything seemed to be already taken. Then, in the bitter silence of my desperate solitude, the sign began to sing..."Mr Plow is a loser, and I think he is a boozer..." from my garage. I was pessimistic at first. Surely somebody had already thought of this name. As I typed the keys on my laptop, beads of sweat dripping from my brow to the tip of my nose as  my anxiety intensified with each stroke of the keyboard. And then it happened. Success!! It was available!!

So that brings me to now. What does it all mean? Well, I've pondered this question deep, and good. What I have come up with is this: the purpose of a plow is to move snow off the path so that travelers can reach their destinations, despite bad weather (the storm). Without a reliable plow man, we are essentially "snowed in." If there is a shortage of plows, many people remain stranded. When people rely on others to plow the snow out of their way, they become dependent. When you decide to become a plow man, and call Komatsu Motors (or its equivalent on the etheral plane) to rent you very own plow, you become self-sufficient! However, there are dangers on the road for a plow man. There are bumps in the road which can wreak havoc with your plow, which is the only instrument you have for moving the snow out of the way. There are mailboxes, and animals, and most of the time the road is not clear. Sometimes you will plow into a field, and maybe even a ditch. You must keep your plow lowered in order to move the snow, but when you know the road ahead is treacherous, you must raise your plow.

It is now up to you to decide what the plow represents to you. Is it literally a device that moves snow off the road? Perhaps it is logic? Or maybe consciousness? Magic? Whatever you decide, I look forward to being a part of this journey with you. For I am a plow man, and I am eager to help you find your plow...and raise it.

Peace.

The Controllers...

I'm reading a book by Paul Coelho called Manuscript Found in Accra, and the chapter on anxiety has me thinking about our situation as humans on this crazy planet, and as citizens of this psychopathic country of La Merika.

It seems to me, from my diminutive perspective, that most of the population is being led by a small group of individuals who have devised, or exploited, a method to control large numbers of individuals, and in this way they have controlled the collective human consciousness on this planet. With 7 billion humans roaming the Earth, most of whom are not aware of themselves as individual spiritual entities with direct access to the divine, control of the minds of most of these individuals gives the controllers extraordinary, some may say supernatural, influence over events on this planet, and over the environment in which we live.

How do they do this? How could they possibly do this? How can a small group of men CONTROL THE MINDS of billions of people? Well, it's quite simple, actually. They can't. The only person who has the authority to CONTROL your mind is YOU. Period. This is natural law, and it is unbreakable. It's not that if the law is broken, then the offender must be punished, it's that the LAW is UNBREAKABLE. It is true no matter what we do. However, there are loopholes in this law. A major loophole is that you, having complete and sovereign authority over your own mind, have the free will to give that authority to another if you wish. The mind is a great and powerful gift, but so is your free will. Remember how vampires can't enter your house without an invitation? This is the origin of that tale. No one can take control of your mind without your permission.

The controllers are very clever, though, and they have learned the way the mind works. They have worked very hard over the centuries to occult this information, and to demonize those of us who seek to understand it for ourselves. I invite you to think about the following hypothesis, and ask yourself honestly if it makes sense in your life.

From Coelho: "Anxiety was born in the very same moment as mankind. And since we will never be able to master it, we will have to learn to live with it--just as we have learned to live with storms."

Does any part of you feel a spark of rebellion when you read that? Something inside you that says, "to hell with that, I'll find a way to CONTROL the storms so my loved ones and I no longer have to fear them!" This is where the pathology begins. A controller-sponsored television PROGRAM might hone in on that spark, and speak directly to it. You WANT the control, because it means safety. You FEAR the storm. Since you don't realize that your thoughts influence your reality, as well as the reality of those around you, and to a lesser degree, everything else in the Universe, you SEEK a savior to protect you from the storm. You are presented with a savior figure, which can take many forms, and you BELIEVE that the savior will protect you. You freely GIVE UP your sovereignty and your own free will, and submit to the thoughts and will being conveyed to you by the makers of the PROGRAM. Finally, you ADOPT those thoughts, beliefs, and soundbytes as your own, and you become an ambassador for the controllers. You have invited the vampire into your house, and you have been bitten. God begins to fade.

The controllers have honed their craft and purified their bloodlines over many centuries, distilling, purifying, and amplifying the desire to control with each successive generation. You have within you all that you need, and indeed all that ever can exist, to protect you from the storm. You have within you direct access to the divine realm, if you will just slow down, breathe, be quiet, and listen for a moment. The world has become a very noisy place, and the voice of God is but a whisper.

For the time being, the controllers appear to have the upper hand. Most of humanity has not yet awakened, and many ask what can possibly be done. Change in the world begins inside each one of us, and the condition of the world is the result of our collective thoughts and beliefs, leading to our words and our rhetoric, which finally leads us to our actions. We are the ones who take action. Often we justify our actions with the phrase, "I was just trying to do my job." This is an unfortunate and dangerous side-effect of the adoption of the redeemer complex. When you give up the responsibility for protection to something outside yourself, you also give up accountability for your actions. God disappears.

But no matter what you decide, rest assured that the storm will indeed come, and in the end, you will have to face it alone.