Censored TEDx Talk

Regarding Long-term Fasting and Breatharian Practice  with Respect to the Questioning of Consensus Reality

Abstract:   A decade ago, I was invited to present at TEDx Talks.  That talk dealt with matters of science and art from the perspective of questioning consensus reality. Many examples were examined of that which according to the currently accepted rules of science and laws of nature appears to have their exceptions. This talk was promptly censored from appearing on the internet as a part of that larger Ted-x Talks seminar. 

     I prepared for that talk (a decade ago) by entering into an extensive fast to demonstrate to the audience that things are not always as one may think and to stay with the over-all theme of that particular Ted-x Talks seminar of Breaking Boundaries. Here that was done in a very personal and  physical sense of my forgoing eating for 10 weeks prior to appearing on stage perfectly healthy, with plenty of energy and long after I should (by the current standards of modern allopathic medicine) have been deceased or at death’s door. The point was to encourage the audience of mostly college students to question consensus realty and what they have long assumed to be inviolably true and therefore, to Break out of their own Boundaries and question their prior conditioning and often unsupported beliefs. I assume it was the lengthy fasting involved that most bothered the censors, but that is mere conjecture on my part. They never answered my inquiries.

     I hope this discussion will prove to be of some general interest regarding fasting as well as the rising levels of censorship today as that is being increasingly mediated and abetted by often questionable uses of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and to which those involuntarily being subjected to its often dehumanizing effects, generally have little recourse. The following discussion pertains largely to censorship as it applies to this particular talk and presented on hallowed Academic Soil where such impositions on free speech really do cross a line of decorous behavior and enter unacceptable territory. Censorship, as a way of  suppressing  inconvenient truths or even the raising of interest in alternatives to that which is generally accepted as settled has a profoundly insidious way of soon growing in scope and undermining basic humane values and freedoms. That includes the deforming of scholarly practices and retarding of scientific progress while promoting secrecy and the corruption that is its inevitable handmaiden.

A video of that censored Ted-x presentation appears below and is something I continue to stand by as valid in all the many aspects discussed therein: 

      In 2015 a group of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed students at Kalamazoo College was hosting a day-long seminar of Ted-x Talks and thought I might be an interesting speaker—perhaps to balance out the preponderance of more academic presenters, typically appearing on stage at Ted talks. It’s no small challenge to come up with a worthy presentation that can take place in under18 minutes and be performed without notes or prompts. That may sound simple enough but isn’t. Extensive preparation time and practice are entailed. It can become a daunting task and all you’re thinking about for the next few weeks, until the moment you step out upon that stage alone with all those expectant eyes silently upon you waiting in the cavernous, darkened auditorium to hear what wisdom you may have to impart.. Your concerns will, by then, mostly revolve around not stumbling over your words, while maintaining an audience-friendly,  conversational tone, and making it to the end with a cogent summary and pithy ending by the 18 minute cut-off.   

     The first order of business, when asked to present at Ted Talks, is to wonder (in all humility) what you might actually have to say that is all that important and of potential interest to others and fits within the overall theme (in this case) of: Breaking Boundaries. 

      In my past, I have been employed as a scientist, naturalist and artist with the appropriate degrees. I taught at several institutions as a graduate assistant in both zoology and art. I’ve published several books and perhaps a dozen modest articles in peer reviewed journals which are by no means ground-breaking or extensive. I even have some theatrical background. All this is just to say; I come to this with some of the basic credentials in order and the ‘union card’, well in hand.

      After six decades of inquiry and experience, living uncomfortably with consensus reality in a deranged world of war, pollution, hatred and inhumane values often seeming to take precedence over sanity and decency towards one’s fellow man and all other beings on this God-given green earth, I’d become pretty jaded. That applied not just to my fellow man and our many institutions but extended increasingly to my disliking what that had been gradually turning me into. At least it did when I was not out drawing in nature or on walk-about refreshing my sources with a remedial course in sanity.

       The Boundaries I found myself contemplating as needing Breaking, were about something as basic as the dominant materialistic consensus view of reality—reminding one’s self  (as much as anybody else) that; it isn’t all, just about death, taxes and earning a living nor in the mere avoidance of suffering. Accepting the lowest common denominator and the way things have always been done is really not acceptable nor is it ultimately, living in Truth (with an intentionally inserted, upper case ‘T’).

       That is hardly a simple or tidily delimited subject to approach and wrap up in 18 minutes (or 18 weeks) and thus, having some handy props seemed indicated as a memorable, unifying principle underlying the talk. I drew some accompanying illustrations that might help tell the story and lighten things up and then cast about for other, more dramatic props as well, to help break some of those commonly accepted rules of consensus reality and, of course, ones that might help me deliver on that matter of actually Breaking Boundaries and doing so in ways that are  theatrical enough to hold an audience’s interest and not be soon forgotten. That seemed to call for something dramatic—such as bringing an extra-terrestrial up on stage or conjuring up a crop circle. 

     I did not know any ET’s who owed me any favors and the crop circle was clearly a no-go inside an auditorium. I had, however, been inside a few of those complex crop formations which is interesting and might well have been a good topic in things being different than one might ordinarily think. It thus seems to be a moment here at the outset, within which to take a closer look at crop circles as a pertinent and even fascinating aside, from the offending and censored talk at hand, (largely dealing with art, science and long-term fasting). It could well have been an appropriate example to hold out, leading into that talk, and something that most certainly, would have helped make my point about that, which we think we know about the world being predictable and logical in the ways with which we are familiar—not necessarily, always being so. 

      Crop circles are something I have seen up close and which, at that moment of personal confrontation and stepping into such a tantalizing mystery, tends to become highly compelling and memorable, even if widely ridiculed by those who’ve had no such experiences themselves. It is thus, a subject being generally seen as yet another far-fetched ‘conspiracy theory’ or the  doings of drunken pranksters. The truth is far subtler and though not easily resolved, all the more worth confronting in its perplexing and undeniable empirical evidence as something real, but which remains tantalizingly unexplained. Please bear with me as it is interesting and germane to the subject of not just blindly accepting consensus reality as a given, well beyond questioning. The experience left just such an impression on me at formative stage in life. And relax; we’ll be getting to the actual talk itself and long-term fasting as well as the current tendency towards censorship as the preferred solution to problematic conundrums very soon, after this (page and a half) aside. 

     Those four crop formations which I have actually entered could not, by any stretch of the imagination, have been fabricated on the fly by people in the time they tend to have been made, which is often exceedingly brief. I spoke to the farmer on one such occasion, who was looking down on his modest little wheat-field as a crowd of curious people was flattening his crop, examining a newly ‘manifested’ crop circle. He understood their curiosity and shared it. He was even amused by the self-styled ‘experts’ appearing as mushrooms after a rain from seemingly no-where with Geiger counters and beeping, flashing something-or-others and taking copious notes, making calls or taking selfies. Only the tin foil hats were missing. It does all have its amusing aspects as well and brings out a curious mix of folks.

     He also told me that the formation arose under the cover of an unpredicted rainstorm which had kicked up without warning, sending him dashing for cover and retiring under the trees of a nearby woodlot for an early, wet lunch. That large central circle, surrounded by three smaller circles and all interconnected with corridors of flattened wheat in a tidy triangular pattern in a very precisely-generated geometric configuration (approximately100 ft. or 30 meters in diameter) simply appeared sometime within the forty-five minutes he’d been hiding out under the nearby trees—as if by magic—and without his having noticed others being out there or strange vehicles pulling up.

       I have, incidentally, been myself employed by a nuclear power plant for about two years (as an exteriorly contracted environmental monitor). I can thus assure you, from close-up experience as an occasional observer of the otherwise off-limits grounds and day-to-day operations around a nuke (mostly around dawn when censusing bird-life is best done) that; the Simpsons present an apt caricature of the industry.  I’d like to say that the plant I monitored (the now-decommissioned St, Vrain facility near Greeley, Colorado situated on the banks of the St.Vrain River) was among the very worst, (alongside the rogue’s gallery of Fukushima, Palisades, Fermi 2, Chernobyl, Diablo Canyon and Three-mile Island) with their uninterrupted cavalcade of citations for lax security, radiation leaks and various operational lapses—a regular (and regulatory) hall of shame. But, I cannot, in good conscience, make any such claims. The names of plants with competing claims and vying for that dubious honor are legion and I only worked at the one.

     That gang who couldn’t shoot straight, though—the ones administering the operations of the St.Vrain reactor. They went so far as to dither too long to make timely calls to authorities when their very own technicians (the ones with white lab coats and appropriate degrees) reported that they might have inadvertently released a cloud of steam containing dangerous amounts of radioactive iodine isotopes heading towards Denver, due to be reaching the outer suburbs in an hour. As far as I could tell (from the mass media and some insider talk), they made such a momentous public health decision themselves and on their own ‘authority’;  what to do about that looming catastrophe—rather than make the calls to proper civil defense authorities—at least it was so as far as I was able to ascertain. They realized that an immediate, emergency evacuation of such a large metropolitan area would result in chaos and traffic deaths of untold magnitude and that the legal and financial liability would not be pretty. 

     Their concerns were (apparently) primarily with the Public Relations disaster that would inevitably engender, with ensuing plant closures, firings, fines and actual prison time a likely prospect. It was nothing more than dumb luck, that the truly disastrous potential coming rain of ionizing radiation had actually been contained within another, still-locked and air-tight chamber of the reactor vessel when only a relatively benign cloud of steam escaped their facility (no telling how) and was headed ominously down-wind. I was, of course, not privy to the details and am thus reconstructing the most likely-seeming chain of events and filling in some gaps with suppositions after nearly fifty years.  Still, it was a fiasco of horrendous dimensions and hardly unique within an industry rife with such examples. 

     They might even claim the system worked as it was engineered to do and that nobody died, but the truth appears to be that they were in a panic, because they didn’t actually know what happened until it was too late to avert the possible, looming disaster due to their unconscionable delays in sounding the alarm and having it then discovered that who knows what else, may not have been so ship-shape or airtight in the inner workings of their slip-shod-appearing operation. 

      They had their knickers in a knot alright and did just as the footballers do when about to be sacked inches from their own goal-line; they ‘punted’, betting on dumb luck and hoping that sticking their heads in the sand would save their bums as a last ditch effort before getting their passports updated and ascertaining which countries don’t have extradition treaties with ours and appearing at some other international airport than the one outside Denver. Plane tickets would have been purchased in cash at the counter for the (absolutely) first flight out—in most any direction. That whole  brew-ha-ha was successfully covered over with spin-doctoring and never really ‘hit  the fan’. It was a complete and highly irresponsible, throw of the dice that happened to turn out in their favor and nothing more. Pure, unadulterated, whistling-in-the-dark, dumb luck.

     Your jaw just drops over this stuff and you can’t help but wonder why the rest of the country (or the world) didn’t even hear about it. The next logical step is to wonder how often it happens in similar ways elsewhere and upwind of where you live. What limited experience I have, is that the answer is; quite often. One hopes that the stories about extraterrestrials keeping an eye on these plants and military bases the world over is accurate, because I see little evidence of there being much else standing between us and imminent disaster, just waiting to occur on most any, otherwise ordinary day. 

      I have met too many others with similar experiences to relate that I could, on my own authority, categorially state that they were the worst or even, anywhere close to the most criminally negligent among them—not with any such finality. There have been so many with close calls that were a matter of their own criminal levels of negligence to choose from among. All the well-credentialed, conscientious ‘save the snails’ environmental monitors I have ever met, claim the nuke they worked for, is the absolutely worst of that sorry lot and they just can’t wait to recite their own litany of egregious transgressions, idiotic mistakes, penny-pinching on basics, diverted funds, paid off regulatory agents, fall-on-your face drunken workers, sabotaging, stealing and disgruntled labor and a long list of such horrors to one-up the others in a descending gyre of mutual self-poisoning. All that bountiful evidence (if even merely anecdotal) sums to no small indictment. I have little doubt as to its ultimate truth. Everything awful you’ve ever thought about the industry is in actuality far worse. If it were up to me, I’d throw the switch on all of them in a second and live with whatever shortfalls of electricity may arise. 

      Keep going back to the well often enough and that badly cobbled-together rusty bucket handle will indeed, eventually break and spill its contents. It’s a statistical certainty. We will have more of those and they won’t always just miraculously turn out well—not unless those little green men with antennae and serpent-eyes from Alpha Centauri are indeed posted at all those dangerous places with eyes wide open and doing that requisite due diligence in our stead. 

      How about you? Are you willing to live next door to such a time bomb, just ticking there quietly in the night, disturbing your sleep and waiting to go off? …like the tick waiting up in a tree (sometimes for years), and just waiting for the cadence of footfalls passing beneath its vantage point as a signal to let go and drop down on you, crawl into some warm tight place, and start surreptitiously sucking your blood just after injecting its anticoagulants, viruses, mycoplasmas, spirochaetes and who knows what other goodies into your awaiting bloodstream.  

     What I said, however, on the Ted-x stage so many moons ago, in that bit of curiously censored performance art is, in retrospect, not that strange nor is it particularly revolutionary— consisting of just my experiences of that which is already known to those with an interest in looking in the right places. It all comes across more as some professorial type (which I don’t really see myself as being) who is pretty typical in his admittedly pedantic mannerisms and speech patterns of the time we inhabit, spinning stories to keep an audience awake with mild-mannered humorous anecdotes while speaking about making art and not making it sound like just reciting the highlights of one's morning meditations while running down the clock to its quickly-approaching closure. I ended with some familiar-sounding exhortation, that they go out and dare question authority and the way things are always done to make the world a better place—applying all their youthful zeal, potential and the education they are receiving from idealistic professors at a fine institution, who aren't any slouches either. 

      Like many another, I have experienced that the immutable-seeming rules of nature appear to have their exceptions that go well beyond just lengthy fasting being within the realms of human possibilities. I explored a few of those in my 18 minutes on stage—as evidenced by such widely experienced and reported (but not necessarily quantifiably or readily verifiable) phenomena that don’t easily fit into the materialistic world view—one that is, by now, growing so quaintly dated. Examples, such as fire-walking, come to mind... ESP (Extra Sensory Perception)... seeing UFOs…remembering past incarnations...surviving dangerous moments thanks to heeding one’s own intuitive warning signals....or being able to fast for periods of weeks and months (or even years) with no evident ill effects. None of it is really that new, or earth shattering, but just a reminder that there is another underlying level of reality also at play, beyond the obvious tunnel vision version. 

     Wow...like…mind-bending stuff that might bring down the church or state....trippy….and was that—like—sixties enough for you?  Here’s another: Always take the measure of who might be feeding you a load of bull-jive and if it doesn’t pass the smell test—well then; don’t drink the friggin’ Cool-aid. 

      Consensus reality though—it really does have its limits—and those borders will often give, with some gentle teasing, prodding and testing of their Boundaries with maybe a little irony or humor to lubricate its stiff joints and rusty hinges and help get some movement from among those fossilized bones. One exception to the rule is evidence enough to disprove it, making you wonder; what else, that we’ve also long taken for granted, may not actually be so ironclad or immutable as we’ve been led to believe? 

      It is a liberating chain of thought, to which such examples open the doors or perception. Of course, that kind of critical thinking can also lead to the cessation of free citizens continually and obediently, doing as they're told and acquiescing with that which is not in their own long-term interests. Imagine that and quail at the prospect of actual democracy being conducted under our very noses, aided and abetted by informed consent and a free, independent press. Enough to give you goose bumps— even hope! There are, after all, many kinds of empirical evidence that might lead one to questioning the paradigms of one’s day and that which one has for far too long, steadfastly, if perhaps tenuously (even disappointingly), believed to unavoidably be true. Stop believing so much and start questioning that which does not pass your own smell test. There’s a whole lot more of that out there worth your noticing. As the eternally popular bumper sticker tells us; “if you’re not furious, you’re not paying attention.”  

     Curiously enough, there are institutions I have come across, with an interest in understanding the metabolic pathways of long term fasting and the (now well-documented) reality of small numbers of people, indeed, living for years (even decades) in good health without the benefits of actual food (or even coffee, beer and twinkies) and occasionally, even without water. (That one blows my mind and by far the most of all). They are not primarily medical establishments at all, but NASA and our military. 

    That’s right; NASA and the Military.

      Those people are hardly known for starry-eyed, pie-in-the-sky foolishness or falling for illusions of feel-good, sappy sentimentality, much less sloppy science or technical incompetence in sobering matters, as he conduct of war. There are clearly lessons to be learned here that may be applicable to space travel and what supplies soldiers actually and absolutely require under the most adverse conditions. They can see that and find it worth spending serious money to investigate—even with congressional oversight committees having their opinions on how the public purse is being depleted. 

      I don’t imagine the average grunt stuck in some tropical hell-hole of a jungle or the blighters consigned to the trenches will ever show much loyalty or ‘will to fight’ without their rations of rum (or grass) and three square meals a day, but special forces assignments and truly dire emergency situations are also a grim reality in war and thus, their actual rock-bottom needs and the limits of their physical capacities under extraordinary circumstances of physical and psychological duress are no laughing matter, to be casually dismissed, but one worthy of further, in-depth investigation. Military surgeons have, after all, long been in the forefront of medical science, forced as they are, to be creative with the flood of novel offenses to human anatomy that come flooding in from the fields of battle with ever new weaponry coming into play. And we do seem to be involved in a whole lot of wars that continually arise as brushfires around the world ever since the ‘great war’—the one to ‘end all wars’. We owe them some serious debts of gratitude for that yeoman’s work they perform in mobile hospitals, often under exceedingly difficult conditions.

     Unfortunately, these folks don’t tend to share the results of their research with the public (or competing militaries) in open-source publications. Even so, much of what we do know about the actual physiology of long-term fasting comes, indeed, from  the research which NASA have chosen to release. Their results demonstrate the importance of sunshine in the workings of the melanin pathway of taking in transdermal solar energy via a fourth state of water which allows us to accept and transmit photon energy much as plants do that by photosynthesis. People appear to actually get most of their energy needs directly from sunshine (as much as 90% in some studies) and clearly need that sunlight on a regular basis to remain healthy. When that sunshine is in short supply, (or even made ‘harmless’ with layers of spf 1600 sunblock), we probably do need to supplement that primary energy source with food—ideally organic and non-GMO, non-irradiated and raised in mineral-rich, non-depleted soils (as we evolved with)—but good luck with there being enough of that to go around these days. 

    Even the seeds of crop plants are well on their way to all becoming predominantly proprietary, patented sales goods implanted with biocides and ‘death genes’ that will ensure we do not save our (legally their) seeds for replanting, but will forever be dependent upon the good will of several large monopolistic cartels. They already control most of that industry and their loyalties are…well….uncertain…at best. Money talks. That should be a disturbing development to most of us, which will inevitably raise its head, like a cobra and someday, bite us all on the behind. 

     Those various disturbing historic paintings and sculptures of Cleopatra placing the asp to her breast come to mind at such moments when we too, appear to be suckling the very creature which will take not only what sustenance it can from that breast and from our stores of  ‘milk and honey’, but then drain the very lifeblood from our democracy, grow to outlandish size and, indeed, bite the breast that feeds it to ultimately, be our end. General and President Isaac Eisenhower did, of course, warn us about the insidious aspects of the military-industrial complex as he departed from office. It hasn’t gone away in the intervening seven decades, but only grown as a quiet danger, increasingly operating on their own and ‘ beneath our radars’ with, of course, the help of now ubiquitous AI (artificial intelligence).  

      Meanwhile organic, unpolluted seed sources of heritage plant varieties are being consciously sabotaged, removed from circulation, polluted with GMO inclusions and increasingly, coming into short supply. How about the good old family farm with farmer Jack raising wholesome food for us to buy and his wife Nell, canning up a storm of yummy peaches and pickles for the roadside  farmstand? They aren’t so common anymore or capable of feeding our fast-growing numbers. Quite to the contrary, they are being purposefully driven ever closer to extinction with each passing year by a system of farm subsidies, dedicated to that all going the way of the Dodo Bird and being replaced by corporate Agribiz  whose stocks are traded and shorted or leveraged against other commodity futures on the stock exchanges of the world. It’s not good for living beings at any level of the vast trophic (food) chain of existence and the time to respond is quickly shortening. So, what are you going do about it, punk; ”are you feeling lucky”?

      The mechanisms of action and all else around this phenomenon of a melanin pathway for energy procurement by the human body are, admittedly, still largely speculative at this point but, those same studies tend also to call into question the qualities of the water we are imbibing and if all water is really even the same in the ways it interacts within the many metabolic pathways inside the human body. You see by now, that, water is the ultimate carrier of that solar energy into our system (at the cellular level), which ultimately sustains life itself and thus no small matter easily dismissed for being plentiful and a seemingly simple molecule (two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen). But; is water even really, all the same?

     Certainly the weak hydrogen bonding of water (best evidenced in its variable surface tension), allows for some very complex associations and highly mutable ionic bonding to occur in a buffered saline solution at constant temperature (which is an apt descriptor of the internal workings of the human body). Just that matter of the surface tension of water is something that is immediately altered by contact with saponites (such as soaps, shampoos & conditioners) and lubricants, solvents and the many other modern-day products we casually dump down the drain. It’s just how they function and among the simplest of ways by which water is denatured and made unfit for human use. Simple soaps (without additives) may be degradable soon enough and detergents less so, while other compounds and their insidiously potent ions (whose half-lives are measured in centuries or even millennia) are of greater, long-term concern. 

     Aggregations or chains of atoms and water molecules easily develop in their associations and dissociations in their many crystalline and semi-crystalline forms (perhaps even with some highly ephemeral plasma-like qualities) so varied as to nearly defy categorization and description. It’s all a highly leveraged system within which minor changes in ambient conditions, pH and all else, lead to significant changes of state, configuration, morphology, rotation, electrical potentials and you name it. It all functions to capture and release protons, electrons, photons and who knows what all else from the subatomic rogue’s gallery of miniscule particles that physicists have yet to fully and definitively discover, identify, define, describe, disclose or mount a defense against—but—your cells perform all these insanely complex multi-variate functions with efficiencies that strain credulity—and in the medium of water. It makes computers, AI and robotics look like the stick figures and mud-pies of children at play, but with none of the charm. 

     Is surface water really all the same and ultimately no different than the ‘fossil water’ drawn up from deep within aquifers that can have been sequestered there for untold millennia? Is the spring water that has ‘ripened’ and comes bubbling up of its own accord and tastes so ‘sweet’  (as balsam to the soul) no different than chlorinated, fluoridated or otherwise adulterated tap water or than clear-running water in a brook that is highly oxygenated and exposed to daylight—with its sterilizing ultra-violet spectral component? How about standing water with all manner of biological activity taking place within it and in the mud accumulating at the bottom of a pond? It would certainly seem, on its surface, to make some difference in how the body handles it.  

      Here I must make a side trip to the old truism that the healthiest puppies are not purebreds with documented bloodlines who get all their shots, live in aseptic conditions and are fed top-end puppy chow. That just seems to just make them soft, unlike street mutts that drink from mud puddles, root around in our garbage, snack on sun-ripened road-kill, roll in shit and wrestle in the dirt with other parasite-laden mongrels—all of them, far more toughened scrappers and survivors.

     As a bee-keeper, I have long noticed that my bees will take the water I give them in a drought, but always prefer mud flats and insalubrious-looking standing water with a rim of green slime and rotting leaf-litter and containing countless life-enhancing fungal components and microbes that are likely adapted to the gut flora and digestion of bees and perhaps even enhancing some biochemical efficiencies through eons of co-evolution. When that’s available they don’t touch my jars of tap-water. “What; are you crazy? Drink that foul smelling stuff?  When hell freezes over maybe!”  Even in a drought, the tap-water starts going down a lot faster after its been out for a while and catching some colorful aspects of biotic fragrances. There’s something they know, that we’ve forgotten.

      Should we really be drinking de-ionized or distilled water—and from plastic bottles? Are minor pollutants, measured in parts per billion, negligible and to be casually dismissed? There’s much we don’t know and thus, the cavalierly way that industries release pollutants (and even feminizing hormones from billions of birth control pills alongside estrogen-mimicking pesticides) into the circulating waters of the world, is called into question. Is it any wonder that the sex ratios of fish are so often badly skewed today as to endanger their natural population dynamics and aquatic insects are also now in trouble as a part of that well-advanced insect holocaust taking place in all industrial countries worldwide? Of course, that also includes the pollinators of our food crops.  Hmm… yes…that inconvenient truth too which is among the benefits of hi-tech big-Ag running our affairs from some corporate headquarters situated in a low-tax district of cyberspace.

     So then, offenses to physiology in today’s environment are many and they often tend to have an overall feminizing aspect in their mechanisms of action. It should thus be no wonder that sperm counts among men have been dropping steadily since the advent of pesticides and that correlates well with increasing rates of cancers too. Human fertility is now clearly dropping and not just as a function of voluntary birth control, but as the very capacity to conceive. Is all of that, merely co-incidental and of little concern? Shouldn’t we be all the more interested in Breaking those strange Boundaries? 

      Government regulatory agencies collect statistics galore and employ some highly intelligent people to analyze those data. They must be well aware of that which I find in open-sourced publications and yet they clearly allow this all to proceed unhindered and with little evident concern that anybody will ever put a stop to it or investigate their doings. And they all do so, much the same from one administration to the next, essentially unaltered by the policy changes these political personages were ostensibly elected to bring into governance, as opposing parties in knock-down, drag-out electoral campaigns. The toxins being introduced into our environment are ever-accumulating as ever-greater amounts of those strange new substances are promiscuously being broadcast worldwide from one decade to the next. Steadily increasing numbers of even untested (“generally accepted as safe”—but by whom?) compounds are being invented daily and released after wholly inadequate testing (at best) in times far too short to discern any long term, cumulative or combined (synergistic) effects (with a wink and a nod), and all of it permitted on the mere say-so of industry, that they are perfectly harmless. Meanwhile, all the alternative compounds, natural and low-tech solutions  (and courses of action) are purportedly, impractical or prohibitively expensive—however that may be defined or quantified and using what data sets and means of analysis based in what a priori assumptions to generate what expected and pre-determined results? 

     I must apologize for my jaded pessimism, but you get that way after seven decades with your eyes open and begin to wonder who these people are that run things or if there still is even a hand on the tiller of the ship of state, guiding any of this in a rational way to some purpose—or—if we are foundering about rudderless and no longer capable of a rationally-guided, morally correct response. 

      Perhaps it is, by now, all just run by Artificial Intelligence as a cargo cult dedicated to a blind belief that the invisible hand of the free-market with its Algo-rhythm & Blues knows best. I’d almost place my bets on a clever young hacker whose cratered, greasy complexion hasn’t seen the sun in years having chanced upon the highest classification of the national key codes in the ‘dark web’ and running everything completely unnoticed himself (or with a few more such buddies from on-line chatrooms ) from some aseptic suburb of Tulsa through Tickety Tock and modeled on the Game of Thrones.  He might sell us to ETs as feed or sacrifice all first-borns to dragons or just enjoy watching us do the silly things he programs us to do through microchips embedded in our throats at our favorite coffee joint in exchange for being ‘frequent-imbibers’, favored with generous bulk discounts on Pumpkin Spice Lattes. 

     It hardly seems a conservatively parsimonious approach though, (with a common denominator of doing no harm), which is now in force with regard to the husbanding of water—our most precious, if also voluminous, common treasure. None of it makes a whole lot of sense in any long term way, but for the eternal hunt being on to maximize immediate returns on investments with much concern for the morrow, rarely expressed. Quite to the contrary; their fiduciary concerns tend to be limited to quarterly earnings reports made to Wall Street after which it’s just yesterday’s news and easily forgotten or concealed.  

    To take it back to a nice simple aphorism, I remind myself occasionally of the usual response down at the local Food-coop or natural foods store when people complain about the high cost of organic foods. “Pay now or pay later”;’ they say. “The choice is yours.”

     If you need any more examples of what’s potentially wrong with the way we husband our common water supplies—we can go right back to that favorite, good old boogey man of Nuclear Power. They continually build their nuclear power plants on coasts and abutting large rivers to have easy access to large volumes of water for cooling the reactors….and also to have a convenient place to discharge the warm water afterwards. Meanwhile, nobody wants to deal with the radio-active waste or (quite reasonably) to store it for them or even allow its transportation across their territories and thus, it’s all largely stored on site, within sight of the world’s oceans, great lakes and rivers. Presumably, that will be the case in perpetuity or until the drums rust out and it all surreptitiously leeks into the ground and awaiting oceans, lakes and groundwater where the many geological formations, with their barely charted subterranean water flowage patterns could eventually take it — well, most anywhere. Dilution as the solution—nearly the same thing as just kicking the can down the road a piece, where it becomes somebody else’s problem—perhaps a generation removed. 

    I doubt they really want to see the ground water polluted any more than do the rest of us, but the numbers of qualified experts isn’t infinite nor is the money they can invest and still sell electricity at competitive rates as on and on it goes. The upshot, is they put their own money into lawyers, PR agents and lobbyists, while hoping that some wunderkind from Caltech or MIT resolves all the real problems and, alongside their eternal government subsidies, takes care of it all for them—a cargo cult of this day. 

    I do enjoy the image of them arising at sunrise like some oceanic cult and gathering at the beach in suits and ties but barefoot, wading into the surf to propriate some techno-god with tridents in hand and pleading for technical solutions to their technically caused problems being deposited as cargo on their shores.

     Meanwhile you are growing unsure of the safety of the water you drink and so you wisely purchase a home-filtration system at no small cost and hope to catch all (or most) of those poisons in its disposable inserts and then add those to the refuse stream being directed towards all the landfills in their billions worldwide as they inscrutably release all those toxins at some unknown rate into the waters filtering through that long-forgotten, uncharted landfill of yester-year and re-enter the groundwater, eventually coming to the surface again at some unpredictable time or location.

     Then, as if that weren’t enough, the aquifers deep down in the earth are being (not so) gradually destroyed by fracking or, at the very least, altered in ways that are hard predict. What we do know is that they are collapsing from the impact of those detonations used to free up and release natural gas and will hold far less water in the future. Already some of the more impacted aquifers in xeric (dessert) areas have been so depleted by agricultural irrigation that the earth is subsiding and not just a little, but by the height of a person (or more) and in just under a century. Fracking is now adding to that pressure on the natural underwater storage systems of surface run-off waters that we so depend upon. The practice is even resulting in far higher incidences of smaller earthquakes. Who benefits and who pays the costs?  You can have a glib, easy answer alright and assign the blame all you like, but it’s actually not that obvious—just worth considering and adapting our own responses to information that has (mostly) yet to be discerned or released.

      Much further down and into the earth’s mantle and perhaps even the core, it is becoming evident that far greater reserves of water exist than we’d ever imagined in structures or configurations, about which we still know precious little. Moreover, the earth appears to have its ways of absorbing and releasing that deeply sequestered water to the surface at inscrutable intervals or in cycles with their own guiding principles or communication that look a great deal like a massive organism with its own feedback mechanisms and dare I say it? Activities, which look intentional…whatever that might exactly mean… epistemologically speaking. Our ignorance is dauntingly vast and would seem to imply a certain caution being exercised with regard to knowing so little about the ultimate effects of our actions in a complex set of interactions we hardly understand, but which are so vital to our very survival. 

    Then there’s the highly polluting and vulnerable deep sea oil-drilling, agricultural crop dusting and promiscuous dumping of millions of tons of aluminum and barium salts and apparently a witches brew more of many other strange compounds and even biota that aren’t doing us any good—as chemtrails. Day-in and day-out, all over the earth, cargo-planes are crossing and recrossing the heavens overhead, creating their all too familiar, lazy geometric patterns in peripheral vision. Endlessly, they dump their planeloads of who knows what, that wafts slowly down and onto our dwellings and yards as it enters our immediate environment and begins to be filtered by our lungs, kidneys, liver and lymphatic system, ceaselessly and (by now), for decades— whoever it is, that thise eternal ‘they’ even are. Perhaps they are even microchipping us from their ongoing airborne assault or infusing our lungs with hybrids of robotic and biotic elements with perhaps some human genetic materials as some suggest. It no longer sounds like pure science fiction anymore but a choice being made by somebody somewhere and unelected as well as uncontrolled, whether it is to act as a moral agent or merely an economic one.

    Ugh—your head and stomach hurt from it all. When does it all end?

      As I pen these words, I reflect upon the president of the USA having recently proclaimed the self-evident—that the miscreants behind all those Chemtrails are indeed behaving as environmental terrorists. Outraged, he swears he’s going to go find out who’s behind it all and do something about that—with great prejudice (or whatever euphemism they are using today). That sounds promising, but a little concerning as well and reminiscent of president Busch marveling over zebra stripes in a store recording one’s purchases for inventory replenishment and toting up the bill—amazing wonders of technical innovation indeed. But more amazing still was that he hadn’t noticed that development in the preceding decade in which he’d apparently never gone shopping himself or noticed that which had become commonplace long ago.  One wonders if a president even carries a wallet or some walking around cash these days. They all speak with authority on the costs of goods and yet those pronouncements rarely correspond too well with what I pay for them. So then, they’ve just noticed the skies filled with chemtrails dawn to dusk to all horizons. Do they ever get off-line, out of their offices or even raise their sightlines enough to notice the weather, moonrise or a glorious setting sun? And the webwork of presidential technical advisors knows nothing about any of this? They can’t make a few calls and collar an expert in the bowels of the Pentagon who will take time from his busy schedule to fill the president in on what’s going on?  But then the news of that presidential pronouncement is hardly to be found on the web or in the mass media and that too seems strange when it’s a presidential decree in question—even if, perhaps a falsified one requiring some retractions or intervention by the justice department.  

      AI at work, I suppose—determining for us, what news is fit for us to know. And even when they do release some abbreviated form of the news that matters, it is only alongside anonymously produced disclaimers provided by equally anonymous ‘fact checkers’ that no such thing can demonstrably be proven to exist, though it’s plain as the nose on your face, that it is really occurring, Even the contents of these substances being dumped have been recovered and analyzed by independent laboratories—and published. They appear to be highly suspect and biologically active agents whose damage tends to be cumulative and long-term—and—in all likelihood, being produced in known mega-factories, delivered by truckers who occasionally look at the bill of lading (or hear the stories being passed around). And then, they are warehoused by workers appropriate wearing appropriate OSHA approved masks and the ventilation is appropriate to the materials being handled and stored and other workers must  bring it from warehouse to hanger and be sure it's the right stuff for the flight being scheduled, and flight plans being filed by somebody who needs to understand something about all that and who sees it happening day in and day out, then flown from air bases that are no great, well-kept secret by pilots who talk to each other. There are many links in that long chain where information tends to leak out. Why is there no public discussion being held of the need for any of this and how best to accomplish that, if there is actually a demonstrable need shown by independent peer-reviewed research and then any likely effects on the environment and public health, discussed with competent international authorities testifying about any of this as an open forum for the press to attend and freely report upon? 

     Every major country, corporation and military on the earth seems to be playing with classified levels of geo-engineering and weather modification and yet nobody seems to know anything about that while elected and sworn-in presidents, answerable to the citizenry, whose country it (constitutionally) still is, cannot access the information—above their pay grade, perhaps. Jimmy Carter was said to have tried to extract information about US contact with extra-terrestrials from the various secret agencies and was stone-walled. He discovered, that there are levels of classification, to which even presidents are not privy. Who then is privy and representing whose interests?

     Who, indeed, is running things and to what purposes, if not the elected chief executive of the United States—purportedly legally elected in a constitutional democracy…with perhaps the help of slightly better AI than his opponents could rally to the task? He wins that strange contest, admittedly by a razor-thin majority, (but it was accepted as legitimate by the opposition) on a platform of making some changes in the ways things are always done and then makes a declaration of intent and signs orders regarding something that is within his constitutional powers (and obligations) to direct and then (contrary to his presidential orders), it is stonewalled and quite simply, doesn’t get done? Wow. Is that not itself a newsworthy development—all questions of its ultimate wisdom as state policy set aside for the moment?

      What exactly are the powers of the presidency?  Has it been reduced to cutting ribbons at newly-built shopping centers? If that is so, what’s left for the Vice President to do? What exactly constitutes meaningful news if not the president’s decreeing something and signing the orders? You may not think his actions wise, but they certainly should have an impact of some kind and be worth knowing about and publicly debating from a position of being informed citizens deciding whom to entrust with the ostensibly ‘highest of office of the land’ next time around.

      Visions of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice arise from some deep place within our now common mythos and assumes the form of Mickey Mouse commanding something he hardly understands as the chopped-up broomsticks grow new limbs and start multiplying of their own accord and keep filling ever more buckets as up the stairs into the alchemy lab they go and dump them into the overflowing vat and all of it in time with the hypnotic rhythms of that Paul Dukas composition as dah-dada-dah de dumb de dump de didledee dumpdee dump some-more, some-more, they cross, cross and recross with the cargo planes over on that distant horizon all the live-long-day, in their thousands and dump-dee-dump some-more some-more and then we’ll have us some samores, samores, and maybe a beer and then some more, some more as dumb dee de dump we go and the dumber we get…  all the more and forget some more, some more,  as on and on it goes, with nobody answerable, but for Mickey Mouse himself, fitfully directing from his half-sleep in a nice comfy (yawn) easy chair… just like Homer Simson, asleep at the controls and way down there in the bowels of the Nuke…as dumble dee dump it goes and one hopes against hope, that a real sorcerer still exists who may yet awaken and put a stop to all this insanity, set off by a feeble-minded nitwit with some half-baked, half understood notions he can neither control nor carry through to fruition.

     Nobody admits to anything or addresses the matter of its appropriateness or seems to know who actually allows this to be done and pays for it or answers for any problems this activity may set off in an unforeseeable concatenation of cause and effect somewhere downstream as we simply flush the results of our bodies excreting those toxic substances (in our billions) without second thought and (of course) it all that ends up in the worldwide web of water, one way or the other. 

      Water is humanity’s dumping ground and makes it all go away in a nice elegant swirl of suction, out of sight and out of mind, but ultimately, we all drink from that common toilet. All quiet on the overhead front (and most others) as the water begins to warm up in that pot holding the experimental frog that purportedly cannot discern modest increments of slow heating and when the temperature gradually rises into critical ranges within which the body’s proteins begin denaturing—the frog is said to be habituated and unwilling to move—or perhaps, merely exhausted and unable….why worry about any of it—right?

        But back to the breatharian conundrum and how any of that makes the least bit of sense or why we should even care, since we like our food just fine and mostly aren’t ready to back away from eating and all else that gives us at least some modicum of joy and rewards in this increasingly controlled and ploddingly, regimented life. 

       It’s all about opening your eyes and living in truth, based in your own experience. And that, is no small, laughing matter. That is, indeed, what this harangue, regarding a decade-old presentation arising from the dead is all about. Wake up and smell the coffee.

       Even that which the militaries or NASA have released, appears not to be a complete picture of our basic metabolic needs of energy, sunlight, minerals and water and how they are met (in vivo), but for the barest scratching of the surface. It is, however, an example of where re-examining our basic beliefs can take us—when we dare question them. That which seems self-evident, quite often is not at all so. 

      It’s been happening all throughout history that people think they know it all and then one fine day, they don’t. Things hit a wall or inflection point and all bets are off as they go off the deep end and inevitably recover to assume a new and temporarily stable-seeming configuration with its own levels of stability and capacities to recover from periodic fluctuations. That’s right; ecosystems all have their own levels of resilience and when they get pushed enough by ever larger perturbations of that natural seeming homeostasis, they can reach a tipping point and end up assuming a new configuration and one that is no longer easily changed back to the old one. It may also not be one that is to our advantage or liking. That new ecological configuration may become a pretty resilient dynamic equilibrium perhaps favoring reptilian proliferation and dominance over that of their former mammalian betters—or who knows what other eventuality most of us might not tend to favor? Messing with the conditions under which we evolved has its dangers and the results can be complex enough to be pretty much unpredictable in their long-term outcome. Nothing new under the sun. We’re not so different from one another or from inhabitants of some jungle that have never had contact with modern society or even our own ancestors and certainly not immune to hubris—imagining that we’ve got it squared away and know it all—which the Roman Gods were said to have been so fond of punishing and with such particularly gleeful, creative relish. 

    Think back to how often they report some anomalous archeological find that appears to be evidence of our origins being far older than generally thought, or when oddly shaped, seemingly man-made objects or even highly complex, technical-looking machinery and crazy-ancient remains of what is clearly Homo sapiens are found embedded in a carboniferous era coal seam. Is it really all just wishful thinking and misled fools over-reaching for far-fetched answers to the unexplained and grasping at feeble excuses while diverting public attention to their pet fabrications? Why presume any such thing while censoring honest inquiry? All these new finds, being made with ground penetrating radar or by mining publicly available satellite photos of the earth made with great thoroughness and in detail unimaginable just a few years ago…or taking seriously the rediscovery of mysterious artefacts in the vaults of regional museums and long ignored articles from archived local newspapers from long ago. Does it mean nothing that people published what they didn’t understand but found noteworthy and repeatedly so—and over and over, again? Such hubris and with such potential fall-out.

     We don’t really appear to be the only instance of a high culture with technical capacities and a large population to have inhabited earth. Many of the ancient megalithic remains we continue to find, could not have been made by any extant technology—at least not until a generation or two ago.

     Reflect for a moment on that newly reported mass phenomenon of ‘Spellers’. These are seemingly hopeless autistic children whom they’d have labeled as imbeciles in another less Politically Correct generation and written off for all perpetuity to institutional care. Now it turns out that many of these children just do not deal easily with the spoken or heard word. They can spell everything out rapidly with keyboards or even more rapidly by ‘swiping’ on an I phone. Many of those  appearing to be severely mentally deficient are only deficient in verbal (or auditory) communication and have other capacities we've scarcely dreamed of—until now. They understand much, and often have huge vocabularies that come from—well—who knows where. 

      The unforeseen capacities for thought among so-called ‘Spellers’ appear to be formidable. They are also, apparently, acting out of telepathically accessed information. Somehow they know a great deal or are connected to others in ways we know little about and perhaps channel that on an as-needed and when-needed basis and otherwise are happy staring off into the void or playing with a feather and sucking on an ice cube…Is that so bad, as opposed to making lots of superfluous stuff while stressing out and getting heart attacks while hoping to get rich making some baubles, allowing one to purchase yet more of the endlessly same and be seen by others as having the same good taste as they do?

    Isn’t it often more satisfying sharing a moment of silence with a kindred spirit than just repeating the eternal  flow of redundant glib phrases that so often pass for meaningful conversation? What are we really doing that is all that creative? Music seems largely to be a clever ornamentation of a few basic tunes and rhythms…like the heartbeat. Art can be little more than a mining of the original creation and celebrating the forms that nature puts before us; literature a repeating of our life stories and reminder of what we already know employing time-honored aphorisms and well-rehearsed phrases, in cleverly concocted cadences using the repetitions that language has already evolved in its long evolution…and all languages are largely the same in minor variants to the experienced linguist. It’s all pleasurable (fer-sure), but maybe superfluous to a more enlightened being satisfied with understanding and beholding the wonder of it all in silence. Such a being might be happy pulling up knowledge from that common storehouse when needed and otherwise be satisfied playing with a puppy or communing with an elder tree and you’ll never know if they aren’t actually closer to enlightened beings than being hopelessly handicapped and unfit for this world. Would such a humble, yet advanced being, leave much in the way of archeological finds to reveal to us that such a civilization once preceded ours? Hard to say from the vantage point of being so involved with things and gewgaws, leaving a legacy that will also inevitably be ephemeral — come what may. 

      Words fail one at such times, but it isn’t a small phenomenon so much as perhaps a sign of where human development is headed…perhaps more as the hive mind accessing everything with less personal ego involved in any of it—ephemeral as it plainly is or, on the other hand, perhaps just as much ego and simply far less evident in externalized ways or as we might expect it to be revealed among ‘normal’ people. The potentials, that appear to be present among these seemingly hopelessly retarded children are at least in some examined cases, vast—and something about which we clearly, still know extremely little. Why presume much or ignore it as being outside the norm? What’s so great about the norm but for its plodding sameness and predictability?

      Then there are the examples of extreme human longevity with reports of third sets of teeth growing in well after all contemporaries are long-dead. Shouldn’t modern dentistry be interested in knowing how that takes place long after our baby teeth have been replaced with adult dentition as this occasional phenomenon, mostly among the extremely aged, points to possibilities of inducing a perhaps hormonally mediated or epigenetically triggered replacement process being set in motion when we most need that—even accomplishing that in highly localized ways without anesthetics, surgeries or discomfort?

       A long extinct species starts inexplicably to turn up here and there and you wonder how that could be or have been missed until now, with respect to the vastness of today’s human population and our genetic adaptability resulting in our ubiquitous worldwide distribution—in nearly every imaginable habitat. And not just that, but the many signs of our own far greater antiquity than has generally been accepted are enticingly there awaiting serious investigation. Ancient maps have been found in archives demonstrating incontrovertibly that mariners long ago knew about Antarctica and had accurately mapped out its coastlines with every bay and inlet shown and all of it under masses of ice and since who knows when. They had those maps (or their many times recopied iterations) with accurate descriptions of the new world, long before Columbus ever set sail from Spain, a mere half a millennium ago. How can any of it be? There is, however, physical evidence to draw upon for those with the requisite curiosity to follow up on it.

      If those indicated prior civilizations did indeed exist and reached their pinnacles only to die out and to then, regrow again and again as seems to be indicated, shouldn’t we be interested in understanding that dynamic and not endlessly keep repeating that depressing cycle? 

      Enumerating the many examples is not so important just as taking up fasting is not the be-all end-all of anything, but ridiculing those who notice the examples of Boundaries that appear to have been Broken and demonstrate that things aren’t always as we’d imagined and then  suppressing their discoveries or trying to control the narrative through censorship? Is that really in our best interests or even forever containable. Truth wants out. Do they just want to keep cutting the newly sprouted heads off of hydras forever?  Is there no curiosity among our controllers or a sense decency or a recognition of all that we have in common?

     Discomforting evidence thus continues to arise that forces one to question generally accepted ideas on a whole lot we’ve learned to take for granted. Darwinian evolution will come in for some questioning, as will our very origins or the actual and believable causes of ongoing ‘climate change’—which itself, is well documented as an extant contemporary phenomenon and one which has come and gone in prehistory before us. The mechanisms by which that is occurring? They aren’t as certain as one might hope or for which the solutions are necessarily obvious. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be trying to do something about it, but we might maintain an open mind towards how we approach that and perhaps be willing to see a few of our most cherished ox’s gored by the still unforeseen aspects of that arising necessity in our hurry to apply the currently promoted solutions. They may not be the be-all, end-all answer. They may not even have arisen from our asking the right questions. 

     Perhaps you’ve seen something out of place or outlandish and wonder whether to even mention it to others. How about a Bigfoot, Yeti or Sasquatch? “Oh come on”, you’re thinking by now; “is a cover story from The National Enquirer next on this guy’s agenda? I’ll admit that the coincidence would be embarrassing, even for one who embraces the role of court jester, but I do know reliable-seeming people who claim to have encountered Bigfoot, are well-aware of how that sounds and are careful how they speak of that and to whom. They are mostly ‘alternative ‘types in touch with nature, who get out frequently, in all weather and seasons and aren’t just texting when out on walk-about, but the spectrum extends to some well-credentialed sorts with serious public standing too. Such was an internationally respected professor of vulcanology and departmental chair of geology at a major North American technological research university who once confided to me, that he’d spent an early morning at a rustic campsite of Bandoliers National Monument, cowering inside a camping trailer, while he watched from a window, as a family of Bigfoot rummaged around his campsite and for quite some time…perhaps just half an hour, but which seemed (to him) to have been half a day. He’s no fool with any spurious agendas to promote, but simply another decent, intelligent person, openly sharing his experiences with no further expectations. 

     It’s happenstance who speaks up much as most of us, who’ve seen strange things in the night skies without really knowing what they are, can be loath to speculate or become lightning rods for ridicule. And with the Bigfoot, it’s been very close and often uncomfortable encounters and not just fleeting glimpses. Witnesses speak of the scent of the creature, its behavior, vocalisations, a murky feeling about them in the air you just can’t shake off and which stays with you, their sexual dimorphism (that’s a lot like our own and pretty obvious), social interactions within family groups and making eye contact with some entity that quite simply, exudes intelligence but also looks powerful and potentially dangerous. 

      How could such a monstrously large, ape-like creature (or possibly even an unknown hominid) with such a broad distribution of sightings worldwide, survive among us in something like a sustainable breeding population and not occasionally be hit by cars, shot by hunters, killed in rockslides or wildfires, trapped in military actions and crossfires, caught in a sharp photo on an I-phone or otherwise have been by now, recorded as a known species? It just doesn’t sound credible. There are more questions than convincing answers here but, you can't just keep dismissing phenomena which seem not to be going away, but whose reports (quite to the contrary), continue to accelerate—just because you cannot provide answers or reconcile the disparity between seemingly credibly-sourced empirical evidence and your ever-so-firm, never-to-be-shaken beliefs to the contrary. You really do need to revisit your beliefs or just suspend premature judgement, when the evidence before you begins to call them into question and not the other way around. It’s hard to stomach or speak much about—I know. Are dragons and dinosaurs next?

      It’s not all just statistical outliers, wishful thinking, ego-driven needs of those who crave attention and fabricate sensational stories—or the effects of hallucinatory states and ‘swamp-gasses’ and thus to be disregarded. Nor is it a matter of declaring what you saw (with your own two eyes), a miracle and just the bailiwick of saints, accomplished with the unfair advantages of divine intervention. 

      The unknown is unstable territory. That can, indeed, be disquieting, but also gives rise to nagging doubts and uncomfortable questions, perhaps even leading one to question the wisdom of current environmental, agricultural and public health policies, defense and energy or even of wars of convenience and opportunity instigated by one’s ‘betters’ and therefore, all the more explicitly—not to be questioned. Thankfully, somebody out there protects us from such thoughts coming in from out there, ‘beyond the pale’,  calling into question the tired old, ploddingly familiar  ‘party line’ and gaining much currency. 

     Still, people ‘talk out of school’, compare observations, share their arising doubts and eventually it all reaches a tipping point as truth wants out. Thankfully, censorship too, seems to have its natural limits and can come crashing down when least expected, much as the build-up  of accumulated resentments and doubts within the Iron Curtain countries eventually became unstoppable. Sensing the underlying weakness within the reigning system, they brought the despised Berlin Wall down as they seized the day—reclaiming their own patrimonies and freedoms—all the censors, police and secret spy agencies not-with-standing. 

      An inflection point had been reached; they’d had enough as in their millions; they just weren’t going to take it any longer. The seemingly all-powerful system, so long implacably and brutally held in place, awakened with egg on its face to a new reality and all its worm-tongues, collaborators and sycophants couldn’t rush fast enough to betray their overlords and masters to  jump ship—knowing the score only too well. 

     There is so much more one might yet say, but I sense that the point has been made with examples enough to be credible. The following quote from Arthur Schopenhauer, which so frequently arises in just these kinds of fora, seems an apt one for us to end upon and bring this all to a close.

     “Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first stage it is ridiculed, in the second stage it is opposed, in the third stage it is regarded as self-evident.”

       And now, circling back to the very theme of this entire exercise, which was to address the Breaking of Boundaries; even the old truism that; “Ya gotta eat”—has its exceptions.   

       The truth is indeed, out there; It is the ultimate, unavoidable baseline. Dare to approach it, seize the day and yes, by all means, Break any Boundaries in your way by simply bypassing them as water runs downhill and steadily, over the course of enough passing years or eons, simply wears away.

Ladislav Hanka

October 3, 2025

Postscript  to  readers of the above:

     Good viewing and reading to you and please, feel free to share any or all of this with others, if you so desire and care to be ridiculed for your efforts, as yet another Swift sort promoting a new and improved edition of Gullible’sTravails…by all means and with my blessings do so, as the Court Jester has always done that when speaking truth to power (if you must), but far more importantly, recall the Ghandian way as well. That is to disregard the fabrications and misleading ways of those afraid of the truth and vainly protecting their privileges. Become the ultimately irresistible, passive resistance.  Like a watercourse eroding stone—be without center, leadership or obvious targets and because it is massive, fluid and powerful in responding to the inevitable force of gravity, ultimately unstoppable. Rather than confronting them in open conflict and on their terms, choose instead to bypass them, as does the chess-master who captures his opponent’s pawns ‘en-passant’. Render them irrelevant by simply and of your own volition, bypassing them and accomplish that by backing away from the overly complex and far more simply, adapt to living in Truth.