When discerning the worth of ideas, how do you guage intellectual honesty?
“What hath God wrought?” is said to be The Historical First Morse-coded Telegraph Message,  those exact words, and the American President sent them his very own self, I learned in 4th grade, I think. Or maybe I learned it on Gunsmoke. But what I remember learning and believing I knew , I did not know.

In the Twenty-first century Adamkind began to make up their global mind not to take lies at “Face” value. So a good idea, or a go idea, or a god-idea [actually a demi-something, like you think a spirit is being vocal in your head] Bogus Science religious myth takes on Youtube, eventually enable seekers to find the scarlet thread I mentioned, a while a go — oh yeah the Historical Quote lie I told… it may be may have been like this “Euthymides painted me” oops, that is from a diiferent stream- ignor it for now

Though, we electricity savvy post-moderns, we know on both ends of the wire there was a sender and a receiver with training in the diciphering process needed for sensifying some kinda rhythmy clicks and silences to words beyond the range of mortal man, normally. There were many practice messages between those two expert coders, true geeks of their day. What hath God wrought was not first, but when it was sent, it was all caps. For sure. (No lowercase, no upper case just sounds something like clickity click click so unique a good ear could discern shift changes on the other end with out a glance at a clock or which train was in the station.

By now, we know, that message could have been a lie. It could have been a default message agreed upon weeks before, so, just in case. But the code and the signal carrying system devised to make right use of it, worked. As do the words, What hath God Wrought? when asked in light of all we have been given in terms of free access to the collected knowledge and opinions of all our kind’s predecessors ever studied and recorded in some ravages-of-time-resistant medium.

In my realm there are professors in more abundance than any other self-called class or kind. There are several herds who follow a strict taught-ology regarding the rightness of thinking Chuck Darwin’s thoughts in light of his sorta-steam-punk evil world.

Why lies are told is a mystery, to me. I have never once gotten away with lying, nor shall I, ever. (note: I know that is true by virtue of knowing there is a valid paradigm for mortals of my sort when/where every idle word is accounted for. True or false.)

So pointing to words and declaring them worthy of doubt because they allude to an imaginary book accusing an imaginary wizard of dumb imaginary stuff, that is slick. Sander Gliboff did that to Benjamin Wiker. Check it out after you read or listen to Benjamin Wiker’s, The Darwin Myth: The Life and Lies of Charles Darwin. I went to a facsimile of Descent of Man at Google and searched for the remark Gliboff glibbly laughed off. There is no doubt Darwin gave Auschwitz its raison de etre

That book is getting a full-court press humanist-manifesto-allegiants obfuscation campaign. Not since Darwin’s Black Box have I had more fun challenging fundamentalist evolutionistic atheists to read a book. And if you don’t know what you believe, don’t skip Wiker because Gliboff believes in Darwin as much as imaginary Harry believed in imaginary Dumbledore.

Then, after seeing Gliboff glibbly dis Mr. Wiker, the rationalwiki repeated the remark, as if that fact should devalue anything Wiker said:
The Darwin Myth: The Life and Lies of Charles Darwin is an intelligent design book written by Benjamin Wiker and was published by Regnery Publishing in 2009. The title is possibly stolen from The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, which appears in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows, by J.K. Rowling.

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL GUIDE FOR MEEK INHERITANCE iNTERACTIVE NOVEL

SHORT FORM

Most of my friends and enemies are recognizable in TV and Movie worlds.

Which book, movie or tv show world would your character live in?

Which character is most like you?

You can be a super-hero with powers in your dreams, here, on this earth the meek inherit, we are frail mortals.

LONG FORM

Instructions: Each ENTITY  is to complete their own autobiography.

Your basis should be on your feelings and reactions to people and events rather than on details about who, what, when, and where.

Please respond to each issue below. Say as much as you wish and do not worry about “rambling” or being too long. If there is an event or part of your life which is important and/or relevant which is not elicited by this guide, please include.

1. BIRTH FAMILY: Describe parents, siblings, and home’s) lived in:
2. Parents as a couple.
3. Their marriage during your childhood.
4. Areas of agreement and disagreement.
5. How major issues ‘$$, sex education, discipline, punishment, etc were
6. Who in your family you felt closest to and why.
7. What was your relationship with your family members.
8. Ways in which you want your parenting to be similar and different from your parent’s style.
9. GROWING UP: Describe yourself and your feelings about the following:
10. School life: favorite subjects, friends.
11. Include the most and least enjoyable aspects of your education as well as those relationships which were rewarding and disappointing.
12. Outside school: Most important problems/concerns during teens; areas off special interest.
13. Religious orientation.
14. What made you happy/angry?
16. COURTSHIP & MARRIAGE: Describe how you met, courted and married.
17. How and what were attractions to each other.
18. Decision to marry – how and why.
19. Changes in your relationship after the honeymoon period.
20. In-law relations and similarities and dissimilarities b/w families.
21. Your relationship with each other’s families.
22. Your mutual interests and separate interests.
23. Your strengths you bring to your marriage.
24. Areas of disagreement.
25. Problems in your marriage which have been overcome, how you worker them out.
26. If possible what would you change about your marriage and how would you change it?

11. Any previous marriage: Brief outline of situation leading to the

marriage and its dissolution.

D.CHILDREN

1. For those who have a child:
2. Describe them with a physical and personality sketch.
3. What is your child’s attitude toward adopting a baby?
4. Describe your relationship with your child.
5. For those who do not have children: What is your philosophy of childrearing, discipline, and punishment?

E. ADOPTION:

1. Your reasons) for adopting.
2. If you want a or special needs child – why?
3. What you can offer a child.
4. What you expect from a child.
5. How you anticipate a child will fit into your family.

F. EMPLOYMENT:

1. Describe your job. For those who do not work outside the home, comment on previous employment and with respect to your current situation, comment on the starred* items below:
2. Your position and duties.
3. Kind of business or profession.
4. Special training and/or expertise.
5. How did you develop to get there?
6. *How do you feel about your work (or in-home situation)?
7. *Satisfactions/dissatisfactions of your work (or in-home situation)?
8. *Future goals.

G.COMMUNITY:

1. Describe your house, surroundings, and community.
2. Size, number of rooms, property/grounds.
3. Community resources immediately available to you.
4. Outside involvement/activities in which you participate; also specifically recreational/fun pursuits.
5. Who are the people you socialize with?
6. In making your decision to adopt, describe the reaction and degree of support from parents, relatives, friends, and community.

GENERAL: Answer the following:

1. Strongest influence in your life.
2. Greatest personal achievement.
3. Greatest personal disappointment.
4. Difficulties you’ve faced and your method of coping – what you learned for and about yourself.
5. Your current goals in life.
6. Is there anything about your life you would like to change (exclude plans for adoption) and if so, what and why?
7. What is the importance of religion in your life?

The Narrator leaves clues as to what he believes, Characters have no interaction with the narrator, but they must be creatures/personages physically and mentally able to stay alive in the world the Narrator describes according to what the Narrator believes he sees, knows, etc.

This post is a clue for characters to build on.

Belief that killing is something men should have training in, is a character flaw. Your character can choose to have that and to believe he/she was born with it. Characters who could not survive on the earth inherited by the meek, of which Jesus speaks, albeit cryptically to them with hearing ears, those character dis-appear here, mysteriously and forever, their memories of war and its rationale poofed.

The narrator breaks words ob-sess-ively as if he were releasing the sense once locked in words like comprehension and compression and compassion, con fide el ity true ly.

Meek who claim to find clues that make Jesus irrelevant, flush those thoughts after following that branch of this stream. Once out of the swamp of despondency the meek are less unable to pay attention to virtues and other praiseworthy notions,

or they rot in the swamp they carry in their hearts.

An earth inheritor can follow the mainstream with nearly no oppositions from the high steppes and mesas and mountains to the lowlands where life’s flow slows and puddles near stagnatation as silt and such is sorted, but moving through the swamp toward the sea becomes easier when big storms raise the tide and flush the swamp. That particular function of tide worked smoothly before the earth broke in Noah’s middle age. the rivers and waters above the earth’s firm crust flowed out from the original fountainhead of mythic proportion, whence all the water in the world flowed, the waters below the firmament were gently tugged to the peak of the planet, the top-most tip upon which the egg spins and wobbles, as does the planet orbiting sol. The water

https://www.scienceworld.ca/resources/activities/egg-spinning

Gusty brain breezes not pondered but pollinated… these are thought once, not got, yet, may be clarifying… chaff dispersal is not the same as seed and pollen dispersal.

Two completely different routines, sub-routines, cycles of events related but not so that the final cycle, chaff-dispersal, determines the quantity or quality of the harvest, chaff is an obstacle to partaking of the harvest. Chaff will choke you. Chaff cannot reduce your harvest. Chaff abatement procedures once were done for gardeners by gentle breezes that cooled sweat-wet brows as men whistled while they worked. In the garden, the inheritance of the meek, kept all these years in anticipation (I think cipitation is a confused word). The whole world groans awaiting the manifestation of the sons of god…

July 4, 2 ante meridian, somewhere between Vegas and Barstow, sitting in the window of a VW driven by a weak man of the baser sort Lot once confronted, weakly, staring at stars and hearing in my head what I just said; I slipped back into the passenger seat and looked at the odd fellow next to me and said:

The whole world is groaning in birth pangs for God’s sons and I am one of them,

then I went to sleep and woke at down on the lawn of a church on Wilshire.

Characters are invited to speak by asking once, but any one may put forth a wish to partake in the quest after agreeing to the RULES (think of them like lines on a Big Chief tablet with wood chips so big you could get splinters, that kinda rule): 123 , but we don’t know all the rules. Only this main one right now, we know:

The meek do inherit the earth. By you, as a character, indisputable lieve granting is quired and required as instructions are proven and reproven through the course of this flowing reality. BTW be lieve means “by your lieve” as my Proto-Indo-Euro teacher’s ancestor might have have thought when they taught:

We may no longer see the world of Noah’s youth, Be lieve his story, teach your children. We live on the wreck of a world that once was better than now and shall be again, when the meek who patiently endure inherit the whole earth new, the old being folded up and put away.

Believe Jesus Christ never told a lie, or find your own reality to enjoy, for a while.

Here we know, we won, so we do not study war. We are weird in a way Druids and Moloch-Baal make-uppers  and such never got. The neo’ anything are lost, there is nothing new under the sun. Solomon, Sheba’s son, discovered that as he pondered his answered prayer.

Plus the biggies Jesus laid down: comprehend love and do it right.

Universal translations are okeh, in this instance. You know what He said and You know what He meant and you do what you do.

Your character must help, but only with knowledge you know true. No guessing without confession. Pro or re gression is okeh, ag is not. Profession re quires quests re proven, often, not always.

How can that be a variable?

How can C be the speed of light?

What character? Who? Could be the Baalam’s Ass character better than I? Challenge me for the role, or listen when I say I see something, you know?

I have a volunteer for Evil Genius and for Hero and Wizard and Witch. these are not granted until called – on the phone in the world you live in right now — do not begin accepting messages from voices in your head claiming participation in the In Heritance Process with out some fore-knowledge to expect such

What do they call this? Static? Maybeness? Madness, is one thing this has been oft called, aye. Remember the Bedlam animation sketch.

Luck be good, Laird, we warrent deemed sane in that go around.

‘Tis the lit-tle things spoils the grapes as well as ever things as you can imagine.

Little foxes, wee kitts, cute as cute can be, y’see. Those spoil ever things,

But not for ever.

Ever things don’t never spoil. They dis-integrate and wait while dew, at first, then, after the planet sort of fractured, rain washes all the wrong choices to the sea via rivlets and reels and streams and creeks and rivers and such. Flowing to the sea, eventually. Everything is eventual, don’t you agree, Mr. King?

is that the first literary comicbook movie cameo ever in history?

no, third one, on this thread. Nothing new. No BS decreed.

]]> https://kenpepiton.com/?p=433 Fri, 25 Aug 2017 17:14:14 +0000 http://kenpepiton.com/?p=433 There is now a category of story that is generally known elsewhere in the realms of reality to be bu;;sh*t with five-stars.

Mainstream news releases in Prime Time or Top-Cost-Per-Click-Information-Dispersal- Vectors (Facebool n’them) stand out in the generally intensifyin,lightened minds beginning late in the Nineteenth Hundred-span G.C.

BUT,but,but that was later, after Tesla giga-flopped the idea. I call 1917 the beginning of this. Ben Franklin, Volta, Galvin, Watts (not Issac) noticed things Tesla, better than any of his peers, com prehended. He gripped them, con cepts ,re cepts, cepts of every Nik could get a handle and grip that thing for all it was worth.

Comprehension to that which quires apprehension as an apriori fact,

That is what we are after on this quest. Hold on. Don’t be apprehensive. Evil is banished here by never being spoken here. You’ll get agrip on that too. The flame wars ended way back in the ’90s. There are still a few accidentlists and “it don’t mean nuthin'” sorts that wander in, but the speak no evil rule shuts ’em up until the hear no evil ambiance either undermines their feet of clay or just washes their wrong thinking into oblivion.

Official press releases the worst flow of reason blockers, but there are many “I was there” tales told by folks who were not there, and “pioneer kid sagas”, “war stories” of every ilk that are lies of the plainest variety. Those can kill whole civilizations in two or three generations.

Bogus Science is a currently prevailing monstrous pile of crap we must deal with.

Snooty old dudes,Professors recently returned from the grave of the guy who lied about the truth the defeated of long agone died to believe;

Professing from international podia, hmmm

history channel, discovery channel, pbs, bbc, thug, slut, cnn, riligiofrekeo.

Bottom-line, take-it-to the bank, everything is evolving and always have/has been that’s mathamatically verifiable in an infinite number of ways with no more than three imaginary numbers. To begin with. That is BS of the bogus science variety. Stinky. Gross, right.

I have dis-covered recently, inno-cently, de-cently, a trope. full-formed, (trope is one of those words you learn in Mormon Sci-fi school [or maybe trope is what the characters who are Jungian-conformity promoters are.] The whole universal world scheme things are called universes. And this one I am in is all new to me. The very definition of strange. You know.) Oh, I just learned fantasy tropes are more than literary tropes. Stands to reason, right. Fantasy tropes

One other story category, which has some truth at its roots and mine is the “Old-Cowboy-Kid” story or possibly, the “Old-space-cowboy-kid” story. These stories are being lived, as we speak. They are possibly taxing on resources horded for personal ponderings and prayers, how ever that may be,

Let me assure you, every idol word or thought you entrust to this stream of thaught ends up as as rain many times hereafter. Next week, if you live by the sea, in mon-soon. PLease, ponder the questions in each post and help this become the wikipedia of truly meek literature. The freedom of the press, un-roled, for the time being. As it is or were, as may be correct in your cultural lessons, rolled up the acted out. Now the roles change. Warriors become meek lovers of beauty as truth and kindness as reality, each man royal in the Kingdom of King of Kingdoms.

Aaron Copeland’s Ode to the common man for bit here, make it interactive, they can do that in 2017 right?

IN 21st century America the meek began the act of inheriting the whole promised land with no qualms what-so-ever. We meek have always known the earthis our home. We were taught sa children that we are earthlings in this dimension

Can we get a cameo in our minds movie here circa 2025,

Steven King with that Marvel guys mask on top of his head,

Mardi Gras, remember it went viral for decades man. You never saw that. I’m sorry I forgot you’re the new kid right? Just follow an hour, or a day or two… the time jumps are hard to get used to, but this is history, you know, the world is ching all the time and the tiniest things are valueable, everything makes everything better,

ye ken all things wor kin t’gether, gather good stuff laid up for just such a time as this here time, my special friends. You feel outawadda, old timer, imagine being able to remember this, like you were there….

Navajo, male, 13 year old social captive sent 400 miles to go to Third Grade, in Mrs. Delk’s class in Kingman, Arizona. Can you possibly imagine being a 13 year old, borderline-pubescent Navajo boy with now-documented DNA links to the people of the Lama sand-painters in Tibet

I was in Ms Delk’s class.

(my culture wasn’t pro-gressive with ms and such. As kids we just learned from our grown-ups that many extra lip and tongue and brain and ear and eye connections were condenseble by syllable-redundancy reduction

to grunts in many instances,

which are clearly being held in mental grips to this day. Comprehensive offensive science for the truth in theory clan. ) Newb, at this depth paren these are invalid. This close to root-tip, grammar is taken for granted. Everybody believes they heard what you intended. What you say is what you say. Remember how you wondered while idle words are accounted for? Here, there ain’t none. Feel lighter?

So in my grade, from Happy Corner (which is Catty-corner from the Methodistic Temple, now a tax collector/regulater place) class to MCUHS Class of 1966 graduation (which I took for granted by skipping the final muster, that attitude costs me later) I all of us had the accent now associated with the “Poor white trash kid, strugglin’ t’ find Idaho or arizona, johnny yuma offspring, nothin from nuthin mentality. mightsrights everthangs keepsiesallatime.

Did you yell ollie ollie oxenfree? or Oy,ye oy,ye Outs in free? after a symbolic bloody cu-throat raid preparation for, it could happen, it happened to Audie Murphy, it could happen to you, pilgrim. Hide and seek it teaches the wee-uns, get-a-way free, no fightin’ needed by little people, the whole world is yours. You don’t take ground. You stand. Turn yer cheek ye must, but stand. Die not easily, my child, do not kill, do not pillage and rape and steal and crown yourself with the glory of gold’s reflection of reality. Hide, and watch. The meek inherit the earth.

whence I saw my wished-it-was pet, Jupiter, a crow my father some how caught in a box on my front porch on Oak Street, flew away when my dad let him go after I walked to school

are told by old men who believed they were cowboys since they can remember. Not only their heroes, but their school teacher’s husbands, and little-league coaches, and uncles and dads and preachers and boy scout leaders and DeMolay Masonic guides; all were cowboys, historically-socially speaking. They had the winning of the west in commons as experience that goes on, generating stories that grow to mythic proportions.

“Old-cowboy-kids” shall be, what do they call that? in programming, declared, like a variable thingy, OCK or per haps, now and then, ohseekids, which can include “Old-Commoner-Kids” whose grands were pioneers without ever being cowboys, even in movies or magazine stories.

The Dick and Jane literature the two subsets of the American Post-war kids shared with their own parents were the Pre-war New Deal-funded experiment in progressive education which shaped the men who went to Korea. Those men’s actions in the first new world global police action resulted in the institution of rules to govern the class of men called cannon-fodder by modern realists. The were called infant-ry by ancients steeped in glory in the afore-mentioned war story victory histories.

“Other-side Stories Told, True or False” OSTTF searchable, just in case some day some seeker has a tool that can dredge every tale ever committed to print with robotic brain that sends immaterial questors flowing past common men in a medium the commen man may feel and effect.

That could happen, Ben. Will they remember to pay attention having been taught nothing is everything and its scholarly corellary, nothing is real. No, that’s the spiritual-crazy correlary, the spirtual claimed-sane corellary is, It means nothing some times expressed as It is nothing, por nada, valueless, no problem so no price.

Take a tip. Old Cowboy Kids can recognize every sort of excrement on sight. They don’t need to taste no cowpie to know where it came from and how it happened in the first place. That’s common knowledge we share.

So Joe Warren was a school-mate of mine, his aunt was my fourth grade teacher and I doubtless played P.E. games with him and maybe some highschool freshman football. We never ran in the same little high-school herds that form from kids with common lives, partly because my mother was a wee bit ashamed of how she left Wikiup, back in the olden days when there was no electricity, 1943.

Mom was a trope, a type common in tales of princess born to poverty due to the shenanigans of evil merchants and warriors and their sycophant seers and speakers of history. The truth she knew, she believed could set here free. She learned the truth of knowing a lie, but she never quite made free, unless she was free in other ways, other wise ways. My mother became a meek woman after she was broken by the spirit of history in her time. It happened to so many. Self worth is worthless if no one wants a share. Its economics.

Back to Joe. Joe is now a character in my novel. He is an imaginary character built of parts of a Facebook friend with whom I share common chronology and culture at a non-family level. I have several such friends whose comments and insights as seen and contemplated with old-man-experience-tempered minds, I shall share, for all our great-greats sakes.

You need a bigger audience, my friend. B. Franklin said right thinking is the key to happiness. Happy old, socially-secure, dirt-rooted hunter-gatherers men like us can light the young’ns with a bit of common sense now and then. I’m starting to share some of your posts at kenpepiton.com. thanks for thinking.

https://www.facebook.com/joe.a.warren/posts/10210034463325511

It’s a lost art.

Common sense is, too, hard to say these days what any one word in any one mouth may be intended to con vey, oy?

Jesus Christ, man, understanding what you say is important,  otherwise it is spam: “harass with solicitation, demand persistently,” — which used to be called importunity and carried the sense of increasing importance by persistence which provoked the virtue of patience in those with ears in poor tune with truth and the plain old meaning of everything.

Evolve is to evolution as revolve is to revolution as involve is to what? It seems important to me, personally, that these two words, loaded, stuffed, with all sorts of contra dictionary terms have spammed me all my life. It is important to find any truth either holds.

Involving me in evolving by vincing me evolving involves getting more and more better by rolling downhill in a cardboard bicycle box, so to speak, but how do those bicycle boxes and washing machine boxes that protect our new blue jeans as we roll down hills without streets evolve?  Rippin’ new blue jeans on Christmas day is sin, for cer tain.

Eeee- Pokemon, lies at the door

The prophet’s words on the subway walls came alive and harmonized with the fiddler famous on Facefood “There will be a generation arize on the land dumber than dirt who pretend to know actually know 802 Pokemons exist, all all must be bested or there is Hell-o Kitty to pay.”

Tabula raza time, momma, its a happening ag’in, ever’ body’s a choosin’ stupid ag’in. We best envolve our superior perience powers.
Calling all Super Annuated heroes yet-to-be, join with me, the kids ain’t gonna be alright. Our longevity-enhanced brains connected to smart phones can kick science built on lies. Former fans of both Heckle and Jeckle and Wiley Coyote, hide not your lamp in shame for your crippled ability to see humor or wisdom in Pokemon. It really is non-sensicle.

Shine on, what you may, say you know, when you know
and no other time. blah blah sometimes all you ever get is a rough draft. That’s life. Shine it all you want.

Were spit shines a dime at the bus station in Phoenix?