quackademics are really taking some heavy fire these days

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And high time, no?

The world of academia does not resonate too strongly with many who walk the path of conscious and spiritual growth. This is, perhaps, understandable when one considers that many entrenched academic concepts of institutional consensus, received wisdom and logical criteria for truth, can seem rather opposed to the trajectory of authentic conscious deepening. Not only that, but from a shadow perspective, it’s relatively straightforward to hijack the academic edifice. After all, if you can sequester the system, you can effectively steer all those who study under it.

I'm so bloody sick of the formally-educated idiots living inside suits made of their degrees, extolling wisdom and open-mindedness when their minds have snapped shut so long ago they can't even be said to have them anymore, and "wisdom" certainly has played no part in their adult lives or this wouldn't be the case.

Truly, now, I have found one or two who are heartily engaging, with whom it is great fun to interact, but it unerringly devolves to sophistry when they have been pinned to the mat and wish it to seem otherwise. Unerringly. No matter how bright and promising. Humans are so fucking easy. Even the smart ones. Maybe even especially the smart ones. For one thing, they are much less likely to even consider the possibility they have been duped, but for another, the ego strokes built into our system for this stuff is just too much for them to pass up, even when they know damn well they're full of shit.

The constant conundrum of human intelligence and the manifest abject stupidity has driven me into consideration of this, this that may be our PRIMARY problem... maybe even over all the conditioning coming through media. I don't know how many of you grok what I'm saying when I'm deploring the lifetime of conditioning I'm still practically dead of combatting at every turn, let alone any of the hints I drop every single day about how to get out of its maw, but—CLEARLY—our only, only, only hope is for the kind of insight that is the genesis of dispositive action. It has to happen.

In a way, bumbling as I am, and wholly insufficient as this blog may be, just for this one thing, AOL should have come in with an offer of a few hundred million to buy me out. But no. That would indicate awakening is valuable. Fates forfend.

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love, 99
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the abject failure of our educational system

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A nice conversation between Joseph P. Farrell and GeorgeAnn Hughes, following on where they left off on the trouble with education, which you can come up to speed with, if you missed it before, HERE, and go off down the garden path any which way you want. This says it's Part Nine, when the last one posted is Part Seven and I'm wondering if a conversation with his buddy was supposed to be Part Eight or whut, but I know some stuff they were saying in Part Seven that really hit home for me. So I wanna listen to this one big time.

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your kids will do windows

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Oh, oh, no worries for your dumbed-down kids. Plenty they can still do. It won't be like working your way up from the mail room, but maybe it will feed you. The synchronicity of this email coming in as I was fervently wiping my monitor is... well... is karmic, ain't it?

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love, 99
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i'm gonna do some practical stuff now

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I am going bathe myself somehow. I am going to the store before it's obsolete. I am going to dress warmly once I am clean enough to merit the work it takes to put on so many layers. It's sunny out there with an icy breeze. These are usually the most beautiful days, but the cognitive dissonance of it being so sunny and yet so cold usually ruins it because you just have not put on the definitive bit of warmness to stay out in it.

Peggy gave me some certified organic lavender & black pepper detoxifying ❀ calming handmade soap from skinnyskinny for my birthday. Doesn't that sound like THE soap for me? Yes. Yes it so damn does. This 100% carbon neutral company wraps their products in old glossy magazine pages, and then a label of recycled paper and soy inks goes around that. Ultimately correct soap. In the perfect mode for everything that ails me. So I'm going to pretend I'm taking a bath in my not-a-tub with it and then, of course, use the shower to get something actually accomplished. After that will come the multiplicity of sweaters and leggings and socks. Then, oh, yes, then, I think this is a three-feather day. Once I'm home from the store and post office and whatever else, I will see about looking harder into the tubes for more to amaze, appall and/or amuse you.

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love, 99
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