How a man bars his arrogance from his mannerisms while climbing up this Tower of Babble as an hourly challenge (these days,) is a phenomenal understanding!
“Group mentality is the monarchy of the new era, and freedom is the new terrorist against consciousness expansion.”
The only danger we face in life is acceptance of any way other than the way of the individual. As a doormat cannot wipe its own feet on itself, the common man can only be common when he accepts the norm.
Group mentality is the monarchy of the new era, and freedom is the new terrorist against positive consciousness expansion. The way to change reality is to Be the change within one’s own, individual mind.
Chip Van Hassel
We will never convince the people as a group; we can only convince the people by being an example for the group to follow.
To follow the group is to be a lemming, jumping off of the cliff.
To accept the common man's reality is an individual choice to sleep.
To awaken, is the greater energy, tapped-in to by free thought and purposeful action.
Wealth can only be distributed when there is a definition of, “wealth”. Distribution only occurs when there are those who distribute.
Subtract “wealth,” from the equation; and subtract distribution from common man’s mentality, and the true answer becomes screamingly apparent.
Modern man- the evolutionary betrayer.
Individuals who are free thinkers will be ridiculed by their current peers, only to be recognized for their genius long, long after their deaths.
Society is never ready for the truth, but Positive thought is always ready for society.
“This afternoon, I invested about $23.00, purchasing 8 shares of PLTE and placed a stop limit order to sell at $14.24, getting out just one penny before my buddy, Travis, (who clued-me-in on the stock,)…”
Journeyman’s Journal
Thursday, January 23, 2025
14:45 HRS
48°F windy, cloudy & cold
Day of Waiting the Cold out in Ocala
Spent the night under blankets to survive the thirty-five degree temperature. Woke up well after sunrise; and the wind still blew as it does now, as it did last night.
Tarp Fingers in the Sky!
The flapping of my tarp, overhead, reminds me of a flag made of thin fabric which surfs upon the treacherously wailing wind, waiting to rip and tear, to become tattered to fly as fingers of listless strings, waving irratically in the wind; losing theirselves, piece-by-piece, with every blast of time-intensifying, cold breeze which ravages the woven fabric into martyr-like shreds of disappearing embers into the grey, Florida, winter sky.
Starbucks Oligarchic System Defeat! (POWER UNLOCKED!)
Yesterday, I spent over five hours at Starbucks typing and researching; getting caffeine-high as fuck as the fourth coffee rolled around!
I have defeated their system! …. At Starbucks, after you purchase a coffee, the refill is $0.54. So, I just buy a large and keep paying fifty-four cents for a refill, saving me an average of $15.95 every time I visit!
I suffered quite the headache in the evening as the result of downing five coffees in five hours and not eating a single thing! (That was last night.)
Stock Market Venture
This afternoon, I invested about $23.00, purchasing 8 shares of PLTE and placed a stop limit order to sell at $14.24, getting out just one penny before my buddy, Travis, (who clued-me-in on the stock,) sells his 495 shares! He is convinced that the stock will hit $15.00; but I contend that most people will get out around $11.48. (Don’t ask me why.).
I also placed a limit buy order on VST if the price drops down to $190.00 per share, to buy one share; and the offer expires by 4pm, today; (and it did expire). My intuition tells me to leave all of my money in there and to find a similar stock, such as in companies like: NVIDIA, which is at $146.23 right now. I need to do more stock research.
I got a kick out of watching events at the Oval Office. One of them being this one:
Living the dangerous life, my psyche is always right at home within my own skin whilst dancing in synchronicity with the turmoil in the throws of the Punk-Rock pit.
Infinity expands perpetually from one point in all directions.
Example of a Horse Stuck in the Inactive Side of Infinity:
A horse who slow-walks off of the track with the intention of being near other horses who are acting-up, therefore, giving them an excuse to act-up as well.
“…this is the best fucker we have to drive down the road in!”
Careening Society
Society is getting worse and worse- it’s like toddlers are in control- making the rules for the rest of the world; then, upon those rules, they develop a society; and, after that, even dumber toddlers formulate our way of acting and interacting!
It is as if a pile of rocks, never erected into a structure, is the Foundation; and society sees that pile as the foundation upon which humanity must be built!
Yes, God has made me poor in the pocketbook but wealthy in spirit.
Some Visible Ghost Nibbles
The culture we live in seems strange and weak. People peer around and find everything to be strange while applying a weak predisposition; … scared, they are! People seem angry in a curious way; and people seem curious in an angry way.
Men look at me angrily- a self-hating mechanism. They are angry at the unknown, jealous imagination of me.
When You are pretending to be, “that”, you are, indeed, that character which you play! While the scene is being filmed, the only reality which exists is what the camera sees.
“I am a passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city’s backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight
“Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture…. …
…“active-passive-aggression,” which could be described as building(/being) the bridge upon which, “resting bitch face,” hath transmuted into, “active-bitch-face,”
Sex is only a Game for most women but seems to be the meaning of life for most men!
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How many women in your circle know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train an infant?”
Two Reasons Why Women Wearing Sexy Pants Is Corrupting Our Culture.
For many women, today, sex is the only thing they have to offer!
Did women ever wear mini skirts in the 1930’s,… why not?
We are living in an overly-sexualized culture where women walk around wearing spandex- which is the equivalent to a woman wearing a short skirt in the 1930’s!
Let Us Quote: “…I also want women to dress mosdestly, with decency and propriety, adorning themselves, not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or pearls or expensive clothes, but with good deeds, appropriate for women who profess to worship God.”
1 TIMOTHY 2:9-10
Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture to the point of devolving us into camel riders, again!
How many women in your daily life know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train a toddler? How many men do you know who can change the oil in a car?
“there is no magical moment which makes everything change.”
There is No Cosmic Click.
Most people are seeking for that moment where it all, “clicks,” and everything, all of the sudden, makes sense and is correct, not realizing that there is no magical moment which makes everything change. (It’s all turtles!”)
Went from being on top of the world and having a defined future back to being all alone and desolate in three days. I’m not a cry baby. Sometimes, I feel I deserve better, but I am humble to understand that it has
When an intellectual conversation dissolves into a self-loathing proclamation…
“The Answer,” they seek cannot materialize. Instead, the, “investigation,” becomes a self-exploration, describing the whole of humanity, fueled by pent-up emotion (which they want to share,) consequently being extinguished by the arrogant affect of being the observer attempting to objectively observe itself. As a picture of a pencil cannot draw itself, the human attempting to reconcile with its own cognitive dissonance by way of cognition is the same as the ocean attempting to dry itself off by splashing around!
She asked me, “How could disillusion manifest hope?” Whether false or probable, hope is a phenomenon that facilitates us to function within our Uncomfort Zone.
Manifesting the Horse’s power into my hands as Peace. Even muscle strain is peace and is void of conflict. Breath for peace. The monk, always at peace, keeps a clear mind, so he can react and act without judgement. –
“…When they treat me in a way that they would not want to be treated, themselves, then, I point out their behavior; they tend to treat me like I am incorrect, aggressive and socially inapt.”
… So I needed a place to get out of the cold for the night. Pepe, a nice Guatemalan man, the assistant trainer for Kelly R., gave me permission to sleep in the office at the barn for one night; but he told me to be careful of the cameras, because nobody is allowed to sleep there. I slept there for two nights. Early, in the morning, after the second night,
“We bring The Bible with us from place to place, when always The Bible is inside our hearts.”
A Decision
To decide between taking a vacation for reading The Bible and getting closer to God or taking a vacation for experiencing a new life by getting closer to another person, is a decision few men have the opportunity to make.
… the pitiful people who gravitate towards me, attempting to live vicariously through me. Like the man sitting next to me right now. He keeps humming and making noises with his mouth in an attempt to rape attention from those around him; but this raping moment, for him, is to butt-fuck the shit out of my serene peace, quiet and enjoyable company and state.
I swim deeply in the shallow waters of the minds of people- people who pass me by and leave me be, run away from me and avoid my suggestive nature.
nature…
I’ve found my spot, stay tight on the rail, yet, I’m wide-open and getting out. One Percent is me, an anarchist waging their own law against the lawmakers and the police-assholes-of-the-state. An Anarchist, and, though I don’t care if this world has a place for me in that, I still search for brotherhood and a woman. Lone traveler, as I always have been, machete in hand, whip in the other, torn between the two worlds, I swim deeply in the shallow waters of the minds of people- people who pass me by and leave me be, run away from me and avoid my suggestive nature. I scare away even me, you see? And that is ok with me, but not ok with me.
When you think an option is there, optimism may cloud your judgement. When you realize that the option was never there, you see how happiness made you a fool!
What is important to a fool could be important to a sage. What is happening right now has nothing to do with time.
Uses the Holy Bible As His 24 Inch Rule The Tribal Scribe divides his day into three parts, using the guise of the Entered Tyler’s appearance of Ignorance to comport himself in The Way (The Tao) by an of example. He writes what he has seen, what has been and what will be.
“man may make the woods and mountains his Churches and Temples, and worship God with a devout gratitude, and with works of charity and beneficence to his fellow-men.”
“We no longer expect to rebuild the Temple at Jerusalem. To us it has become but a symbol. To us the whole world is God’s Temple, as is every upright heart. To establish all over the world the New Law and Reign of Love, Peace, Charity, and Toleration, is to build that Temple, most acceptable to God, in erecting which Masonry is now engaged. No longer needing to repair to Jerusalem to worship, nor to offer up sacrifices and shed blood to propitiate the Deity, man may make the woods and mountains his Churches and Temples, and worship God with a devout gratitude, and with works of charity and beneficence to his fellow-men. Wherever the humble and contrite heart silently offers up its adoration, under the overarching trees, in the open, level meadows, on the hill-side, in the glen, or in the city’s swarming streets; there is God’s House and the New Jerusalem.”
I ate at a restaurant today; and there was no knife on the table. I used my pocket knife. The owner of the place got all nervous and started acting scared and giving me the “side-eye”. I’ve used my knife
(a) Any person subject to this chapter who wrongfully takes, obtains, or withholds, by any means, from the possession of the owner or of any other person any money, personal property, or article of value of any kind—
The Manic Depressive Person Must stay in the middle. The higher they are, the deeper Low they will go. The Lower they go, the higher they are- both causing crashes. Going too low keeps them low. Staying too high helps to raise.
“The yearning to comfort me…
I had not felt somebody’s eyes
do that for a long time!”
The look in her eyes, When she listened to my plight … The wet eyes, The yearning to comfort me… I had not felt somebody’s eyes do that for a long time!
So, after the Doug Fout Debacle, I ended up dealing with the frustrating pain and anguish of dealing with the Florida Gaming Commission. The red-tape of bullshit brings a man’s tolerance to it’s knees as he listens to people tell him,
“I understand. I’m sorry, and I understand; but I cannot help you.
Lemme transfer you to somebody else who understands, is sorry, but,… they won’t help you, either!”
“…with intent permanently to deprive or defraud another person of the use…”
It violates: 10 U.S. Code § 921 – Art. 121.
Larceny and wrongful appropriation
(a) Any person subject to this chapter who wrongfully takes, obtains, or withholds, by any means, from the possession of the owner or of any other person any money, personal property, or article of value of any kind—
“Chaplain Bob smiled as he handed me a ten dollar bill from his wallet.”
His name is Chaplain Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.
Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know,
His name is Chaplin Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.
Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know, I hadn’t told him
(Book) where people communicate telepathically; and it is like the internet- where predictive text starts “tweeting,” faster than people think, sending incorrect telepathic messages. (Be careful not to beat the dead dog about this by over-using it in the plot;) Incorrect tweets sent cause catastrophic damage. (That is the main suspense of the plot)
…
I got this idea wondering if I could telepathically communicate with Elon Musk right now, (considering our current technology). Upon wondering this, I realized the current technology we use today would have this above mentioned idiosyncrasy.
“…The change that has occurred within the racing industry is not something that is lasting.”
-Retired Journeyman, Christopher Van Hassel
I had always planned to train racehorses after I retired from my riding career, but I had not predicted that the racing business would change the ways in which it has. The change that has occurred within the racing industry is not something that is lasting. Why do I say that?
… because they purposely create a toxic work environment…
‘Tis a strange experience, being an expert in my field, surrounded by people who are beginners, however, these beginners act and feel as though they are superior to me! The, “Dunning Krueger affect,” comes to mind.
The easiest name for, “Ego,” is, “I”. What war, or which weapon, shall a man wage against himself, albeit the teeth of the snake devouring its own tail?
To, “keep your friends close, but your enemies closer,” in order to know thine enemy, fails survival if thine self is thy enemy.
To know your enemy, or to know your own ego, is a most
prized attribute of war
and is the most powerful utensil for serving peace.
To know how to avoid developing an enemy avoids war,
but to know what your Loved Ones love mostequips you with the prizewhich outlasts war.
Chip Van Hassel
“My common-core disgust had been skewed to a a new side. This disgust for people’s meanderings, never disheveled, (this core-disgust,) but always evolving, a metamorphosis from disgust to utter disgust permeated all emotional plateaus which created another level of judgement of my fellow man.
Not that it helped anything or made anything worse, however, became a conspiracy of sorts between the Mental State which I had worked so hard over the years to achieve and the positive Psyche which was the ablative of means by which I had arrived at that mental state (on it’s continuous level).”
The evil that propels people intrinsically bequeaths them to blame others, (or feel jealousy,) for short comings which they fluidly fabricate. This, “evil,” (this lower level of existence,) is a common human paradigm which compels a man to feel inferior to another man, then, aggressively, physically act-out as a result of such fluid, self-creating assertion.
Is was so much more serious than
George and Seinfeld’s
“One tuck and one No Tuck” scenario.
I have become the Midnight Ghost. A ghost is invisible. At midnight,… what happens?
Patti used to be a friend of mine. I ended up cutting ties with her in response to her posting pictures of herself wearing a Boy Scout uniform- the Shirt not tucked in.
Is was so much more serious than George and Seinfeld’s “One tuck and one No Tuck” scenario.
It came down to the root of the tree, the trunk of the matter and leaves everybody disconnected from each other.
Announcer: Good afternoon, Diogenes. In keeping with your reputation as a non-conformist, I see that you keep your bathtub outside of your house. Diogenes: The bathtub is my house. Announcer: I see. Well there must be some advantage to that. Diogenes: Certainly. No window can give a view like this, and if the neighborhood goes bad, I can just walk off with the house.
Deaf and Denied an Interpreter in Florida State Prison
Watch the Trailer.
I love Michelle. And I believe her story empowers all of us to recognize our own strengths and innate abilities even when our surrounding culture and systems do not. The systems must change in the United States and globally to support everyone.
BEING MICHELLE follows the astounding journey of a deaf and disabled woman who survived incarceration under unimaginable circumstances by a system that refused to accommodate her needs as a deaf person with autism.
On June 23, 1983, “Paul Mockapetris and Jon Postel ran the first successful test of the distributed Domain Name System (DNS). This automated process was to take over failing Arpanet and CSnet protocols because those relied on address books.
DNS uses a hierarchical distributed naming system for the Internet or any private network. It associates the domain names with numerical IP addresses.”
“You sent me something Crazy, and it was all in caps-lock!”
When a narcissist says that you did something crazy, however, (in reality,) YOU did something completely normal, they are using a manipulative tool called, “Projection”.
“Let Go of any reigns which are not currently in your hands!”
Expecting the Impossible
“A Trainer can give enough instructions to paralyze the rider.” The best way to find synchronicity is to Trust, To Allow and to Let Go of any reigns which are not currently in your hands.
Chip Van Hassel
Many trainers expect perfection every second, every step. Elephants poop in the room whilst perfection is only witnessed briefly in moments displayed as result of training and effort towards the delayed gratification of raising to the next degree.
Chip Van Hassel
Too much is too much.
Perfection occurs only throughout humble circumstance.
The Queen of Spades reminds you that it’s time to walk a different path because everything has shifted. You have been put onto a new plane and the only way to move forward is by walking your own path, not someone else’s.”
“All around, people are living their lives doing things they think they’re supposed to. This won’t make sense to you when you’re spiritually attuned to something greater. It can sometimes feel like there’s a disconnect between you and the existence others seem fine with. SOURCE.
Will you keep silent and punish us beyond measure?
“I revealed myself to those who did not ask for me; I was found by those who did not seek me. To a nation that did not call on my name, I said, ‘Here am I, here am I’. All day long, I have held my hands to an obstinate people, who walk in ways not good, pursuing their own imaginations- people who continually provoke me to my very face, offering sacrifices in gardens and burning incense on alters of brick; who sit among the graves and spend their nights keeping secret vigil, who eat the flesh of pigs and whose pots hold broth of impure meat; who say, ‘Keep away; don’t come near me. I am too sacred for you! Such people are smoke in my nostrils, a fire that keeps burning all day.”
“Live your crazy to the best of your expression, as nobody else completely understands what your borders are or what your limits could be. Do for you, being true to yourself. If you have no selfish intent, this is not selfish.”
Don’t want to be here. Don’t want to be there. I’d rather be here than there. I’d rather be there than here. Each place I am, My mind is somewhere else. Realizing my intuition, Making me feel alone, I realize all the things I am And realize I am none of them.
Put all of your focus into what, or who you want to experience, for a certain amount of time. One thing about time, there’s no telling how far it will stretch.
Life may be just a dancing moment, just one day or a week or a year, or just a split-second.
Anyone would give their last dollar to James Lopez. Whenever you knew you were in his presence, that forever made you feel good. Any time I have ever thought of you, love was the only thing I could feel.
A lot of people see a bar as a membrane that is not permeable. Outside on the street, there is a lonely freedom. Cars passing. People smoking cigarettes. It’s like backstage at a concert
Put all of your focus into what, or who you want to experience, for a certain amount of time. One thing about time, there’s no telling how far it will stretch. Maybe just a dancing moment, maybe a day or a week or a year, or just a split-second.
These last days and months, completely drugged-up, expressing, experiencing, growing my soul like a weed with flowers on it- like a vine strangling up a tree, climbing to great heights, squeezing life from the host, flowering and nectorring the huny beez…
These crazy days and 2 o’clock in the morning ventures that I do not remember; the recordings and forwarding of bottomless ideas…
“The mysteries were established by men of great genius who, in early days, strove to teach purity, ameliorate the cruelty of the race, to refine its morals and manners and to restrain society by a stronger bond than those which human laws impose.”
