Thursday, October 30, 2014

Norman Rockwell - images of a stolen America - the illustrations

I should have done this a long time ago, featured some of the voluminous political/societal art of the great American pipe smoker Norman Rockwell. Well, no pun intended, here are a few of my favourite Rockwell pieces from his Illustrations series. These stylised graphic pieces have an honest life and immediacy to them that's just properly alluring...

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Free Planet - GRM or Global Resource Management - What Are We Gonna Do Without Money?

The world no longer has money in it.
Patents have been freed up from Private Control.
Borders to human creativity have been dragged down.
The earth is our ally in the war against slavery.
There's a whole world of ideas no longer restrained by COMMERCIAL PROFIT concerns.

"But what about the real jobs that need doing, around the world?"

What, like being a sewage worker? There'll be no sewers on Free Planet. Sewers are a throw-back to EMPIRE and CITIES. What about being a City Administrator, Business man, Receptionist? There are no cities on Free Planet. Cities are a throwback to INDUSTRY. There is no Industry, as such ... 'why' is explained by the release of Patents from private to public ownership. Industry equates with slavery-for-salt.

Those need-money jobs we import poorer (foreign) slaves into our Country for (then despise them) WON'T EXIST. Everybody is part of E.T.A. or Ethical Technological Application where alternatives to fossil fuels and industrial machinery are explored. Everyone has a say. Everyone creates.

Prejudice won't exist.
Slaves won't exist.
Country won't exist.

What's so bad about living without money?
So, you'll 'not work' any more, so what? If you don't grow food and find water and shelter for your 'family' you'll all die. I think people will want to work at specific things, like HAVING FUN and CREATING and MERELY EXISTING and SHARING this beautiful homeworld with every one and every thing.

Will you be unhappy living in non-land-locked 'floating' housing while the earth heals itself?
Will you be unhappy losing a generation or five, so that balance can be restored to the organic life of this planet?
Will you be unhappy using only Creativity, Passion and Kinship in your everyday dealings with your fellow human?

I ask all these things in the vain hope that MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING to you all, but I have the fear. The fear that some of you now nothing else and will revert back to 'coinage' or 'currency' or 'barter' or some other form of 'ownership' or 'asset' at some point in the coming Free Planet ethical-technology experiment.

Look, it's simple - all the hoarders, all the deal-makers, all the bankers, all the global elites who're ruining this planet by 'ownership of what isn't theirs' WILL LOSE THEIR ASSETS; their stately homes, their right to STOLEN LAND as Private Asset. It's no use crying over 'spilt milk' (above image), just get on with living as a free human. People from all walks of life will have to adapt or die and soon, our children will learn that 'without money' can be so life-enhancing, far better than 'corporate slavery' for money (i.e. their profit).

The silent, floating, hydroponic Free Planet modular housing Diversities can gather for 'seasonal ceremonies' like no other social/communal gatherings mankind's ever seen; a place where all the latest in thought and action can be showcased for all of mankind. Creativity, passion and kinship SHARED for the planetary good. Lessons learned. Plans for the future, made.

Going where we want, as a global populace.
Believing what we want, as a global populace.
Doing what we really enjoying doing forever, as a global populace.

And we can do all this, and more, without spending a single cent!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

the Rosetta Mission - Ambition film - Tomek Bagiński

the Rosetta Mission website and the ESA are sponsoring this weird Ambition pseudo-biopic:

Ambition is a collaboration between Platige Image and ESA. Directed by Tomek Bagiński and starring Aiden Gillen and Aisling Franciosi, Ambition was shot on location in Iceland, and screened on 24 October 2014 during the British Film Institute’s celebration of Sci-Fi: Days of Fear and Wonder, at the Southbank, London.

but, wouldn't 'liquid water' have boiled off during re-entry/impact of these water-laden comets?

Free Planet companion - The Research Notes of Miss Asalah Al Faghori - Custodian Manifesto

this 100-page Kindle publication offers a theorised supplement to events portrayed in the Chimericana Books published fictional novel Custodian (free planet #1) novel.

We meet central character Asalah Al Faghori who not only creates, inspires and manages the Custodian Liberation but is also the genetically enhanced host of the Natural Lottery show that infiltrates the GES or Global Evertainment System.

This digital diary of the Free Planet uprising allows us to witness her increasingly warped logical and frighteningly academic solution to the prison-world insanity of what she sees as the Corporate War Machine's ruination of her once-beautiful home world. We see how she comes to understand that only a 'rewilded' world, a 'de-consumerised' world, a 'jail broken' world can save mankind, as a supposed-Custodian race.

The owl-based cover refers back to the Messianic flavour of my 2008 novel Planet of the Owls but also alludes to the Moloch-worshipping i.e. Bohemian Grove's Skull & Bones, ritual symbology that will only really make its presence felt in Liberator (free planet #2) when it's all too late for our young heroine to attempt to rectify.

Monday, October 27, 2014

If space were a material - what would it be - universe of heliospherical atoms?

Why is space so big?

Have you ever looked at it? I mean, above, that's just our galaxy, the so-called Milky Way. And there are millions of galaxies within range, and millions more in clusters outside that.

Why does 'space' have to be so enormously enormous aka BIG?

And it got me to thinking, "You know that most of the stuff, most of the phenomenon we call MATTER, is just space," or the distance between cores. For example: if the electron shell of atom were the size of a football field, the proton/neutron nucleus would be the size of a flea on the 50-yard line! And that's a lot of a) space within and b) space without. Atoms rarely 'touch' in most media, even in outer space. They spend most of their time separated by quite enormous distance at ambient temperatures and pressures of space, even in the atoms in a cup of hot tea.

And what is the universe but a series of globular distances between atomic-cores, pin-pointed by the stars at their centres. Are these macroscopic galactic structures equatable with the microscopic molecular structures? And can we say 'what kind of material' the universe would be were it represented by these heliospherical 'star atoms'?

SUPPLEMENTARY THOUGHT: I'm (personally) very keen to see what Voyager I and II discover 'outside the atomic Sun boundary' layer or spheroid. Out in Deep Space, between the Stellar Atoms. 

London's British Museum - Japanese metalworker - Junko Mori

We had a lovely family day out in London, took in some of the tourist sights AND then the British Museum. We ended up in the Witches and Wicked Bodies exhibition of drawing and sketches. Upstairs from that was the Japanese exhibition where I discovered an artist I'd never seen before, Junko Mori.

Junko Mori is a Japanese metalworker. She was born in Yokohama, Japan in 1974. She graduated in from Musashino Art University in Tokyo in 1997 with her first BA in three-dimensional design. Mori then worked as a welder in a factory for one year.

Here is some of Junko's amazing art, sculpted from tiny cut leaves of black metal - it's truly inspirational and nature-based goodness (click to enlarge).

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Arx Pax Hendo - Marty McFly's singing-floating hover board arrives - the critics will pan it.

1) "'s nothing like Marty McFly's actual Back to the Future hoverboard."

2) "...and you'll need a metal road to ride it on."

that's what the whining-moron critics will say... not realising that modern cars work sufficiently well on 'their' specially laid roads. All this'll take is a few sheets of metal laid over the tarmac surface of The Profit Empire's ever-crumbling road network and then all our cars are (rather noisy) FLOATING CARS. Then we can all live in the gorgeous target-advertised thought-crime-prevented future-prison-cities of Steven Spielberg's MINORITY REPORT. Hell, yeah! Sign me up for that nasty soon-shithole right now.

The Hendo relies on the simple concept of using magnets to levitate the hoverboard over a metal surface, but the requirement of a special surface means you won’t be floating over water or concrete any time soon.
Founded by Jill and Greg Henderson, the Hendo uses their proprietary Magnetic Field Architecture system to focus the magnetic field so that the board can support the rider and cause the Hendo to hover over a 1-inch cushion of air. [source INFOWARS]

Monday, October 20, 2014

Free Planet - touched by the hand of - show your Ancient God

of course there is no God.

Why can't you'all see this? 

Oh, because you're'all afraid.

Afraid there'll be no REDEMPTION without that glowing wonderful end moment where 'your god' takes you in his arms and forgives you (mankind) your sins, and everything is all kinds of fake-ass hunky-dory again and again until infinity wears down like an old record or tatters like a favourite party dress worn too many times.

Fake-ass Religious-Redemption means YOU WILL NEVER DO ANYTHING with your one life - you will be forever waiting that perfect moment you've been promised by writers and comedians throughout the fire-side story ages. The drug-addled shamans who promised you Paradise. Forget those lunatics; they're high, they're self-deluded, they're all selling Snake Oil even to themselves.

Why can't you'all see this?

Oh, yes, I remember, "Because you're all living in fear," your human survivalist skills, your innate human bravery and your unifying human empathy have been eroded in the name of God. You were once a virile race capable of taking on any challenge, now you're pissing in your religious nappies so that (your) God won't take out his enormous wrath upon you. Poor little subjugated serf, underling of some invented concept of total and utter enslavement to abomination.

Instead of taking this world by the bollocks, deleting the Daily Grind which means nothing to your existence, eradicating the Religious Parasite from your lexicography, dissolving the Profit Game from your life-cabulary, you sit there in your holographic castles of shit filling your pants in the name of the Lord, your God, your Slave Master. There is plenty of human redemption to go around, if only you would come out from the shadow of your ATO or Adopted Theological Overlord.

Today, I feel like I have been released from 'all the crap' of this Modern Financial World and its insufferable Religious Qualification for War and Murder and Poison. It can't only be me. I can't be the only one who sees the sham for what it is. There must be others out there who are able to see behind the curtain of lies Society has closed around our childlike minds. "Free Planet, Free Planet, Free Planet," say it thrice with me, you trained coward, you less-than-human, you future Custodian.

Say it! And mean it.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Free Planet, Free Planet, Free Planet - say it three times - before profit kills you all

eat, eat, eat...
every day, THE PROFIT MAKING MACHINE commands that your children die in worthless wars for territory and asset; every day your children are ordered to fight other children in wars they have no comprehension of. Be they corporate war soldiers behind computer monitors or be they corporate war world soldiers behind pens that sign away treaties and countries ruined by all the above.

Do you get this, yet?

There is no other answer to the problems of humanity.
Not science, not religion, not dogma, not slavery, not conformity, not rebellion.
All these things pale into insignificance when you consider the patent-protected role of profit in the global War World scenario we're all living through.


And it is nothing more than that.
A game with its own infantile ruleset and its own immoral guidelines.


But no one will ever win - there'll always be losers. Businessmen, banks, corporations, leaders, empires all fail. Eventually, the PROFIT-MAKING GAME has an insatiable appetite for destruction. Why? Because it bears no relation to REAL; profit is a fabrication, a magic trick, a lie. For too long, this imposter in our lives has been allowed to butcher all it touches. Only answer...


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Free Planet - Stop Profit - End Slavery

not who you think it is...

"Mike, how can stopping profit end slavery?" I'm glad you asked. First, let's look at a couple of Oxford Dictionary definitions.

A financial gain, especially the difference between the amount earned and the amount spent in buying, operating, or producing something. [source OX DIC]
The practice or system of owning slaves: a condition of having to work very hard without proper remuneration or appreciation.[source OX DIC]

So, what am I selling here? Selling? Nothing. This is Free Planet, did you forget? I'm simply making a valid point by juxtaposing two essential nee fundamental ingredients to the SLC or Societal Layer Cake; the sociopaths, the clueless and the losers.

Background info: every five years or so, we the slaves are invited to vote for yet another incongruous political party who will attempt to pull at the same piece of economic string as the last shower and enslave us in a variety of set ways, in the name of the Reigning Monarch. That's all Parliament (or Congress for my American readers/followers) is, a way for the Current Owners to squeeze more revenue from their installed worker-ants.

See, although the losers and the clueless were asked to fund all the armies and participate in the wars that 'won the land from our enemies', it's still the sociopaths or slave masters who own everything and reap the rewards; benefit. And remember, all profit is calculated only after all expenses have been removed. Or don't you get it, yet?

"But I'm not a slave, Mike, I don't know where you're getting this bogus information from..." you'll say, defending your liberty, your entrepreneurship, your free market. You've never looked into the Spy Game as it pertains to the corporate world and the world of high finance and terror banking, so shut the fuck up. You'll never understand how Economic Hitmen are sent into countries to decimate their economies for future profit-mongers to bottomline the profitability out of them. Good for them, bad for you. The intel agencies are there to Protect Patents, that's all.

"But I am my own man," you'll whine like Charlie-Choc's Veruka Salt, striving for a positive self-image that doesn't involve you admitting to yourself that you're nothing more than an ass-fucked serf in an apron or raped serving maid fitting her camisole back in place before invited guests arrive to celebrate the brutal War World that will claim the lives of your children's children from under you.

You'll always look away from Your Reality™, coward.

But I'm being too harsh on you, poor slave; it's not really your fault. Your Slave Education starts at school and even before that, at the sucking teat - be a good citizen, don't rock the boat, good grades = good job. Punish the thinkers, the rebels, the non-conformists. But let's say you break your programming...

You want retribution.
You want people to blame, names named.
You're looking for culprits to punish, so who is this ruling elite?

You're an idiot. Well, you are - by design - you just don't get it. Company executives come and go all the time. Conglomerate, financing or banking roles are filled, and vacated, every day. But You The People are always there. In the slave-labour camps or company offices. In the factories, the homes, the prisons. Never benefiting from profit because you're not allowed to take out personal expenses from your slave wage. You're taxed at source, as if you have NO OVERHEADS. As if...

You're all slaves to profit because you fund everything - but you won't ever understand why. Maybe in ten, twenty or (more likely) one hundred years from now mankind will have been allowed to understand what a horrific for-profit War World our ancestors inhabited. But by then, what will humanity, what will society, what will you look like?

Only you can decide.