Monday, November 28, 2016

Introduction: A Word of Narration by Chuck E. Bucks.



Why tell the same old story over and over again? The song remains the same, why fix it if it ain’t broken? Anywho---the task was delivered to me to attempt to re-tell the classic Hindu spiritual work, an excerpt from the Mahabharata epic, but here is the twist---they told me to re-tell the Bhagavad-Gita in the language of 21st century american corporate culture.

We begin at the beginning with our hero, Arjuna’s quest for honor and the legitimate claim to his family’s prized jewel---Bhagavad Enterprises---a multinational corporation dedicated to becoming the leader in the global spiritual marketplace whose portfolio ranges from shopping malls, to surveillance and security with an elite innercore cadre of mercenary squads  to protect corporate interests. It wasn’t always this complicated. Arjuna had his mother Kunti’s blessing but Arjuna’s cousins---led by his paranoid uncle Boss Hogwad have conspired to turn Bhagavad America into a safe haven for cyberterrorists.  So what began as spiritual blessing to mankind ended up becoming a virtual nightmare!

Virtual is the key word, because the battle of Kurukshetra had to be fought ‘virtually’ in order to determine whether the global corporation and the family jewel would fall back into the hands of Arjuna before his nefarious cousins led by Hogwad could draw the entire american healthcare sector into the Bhagavad portfolio. The Boss (tm) fuelled by a nefarious megalomaniacal agenda, with their Good Cop/Bad Cop (tm) management style would have every man, woman and child dependent upon their brand of medicine and pharmaceutical “care” in a virtual coup of epic proportions. They might even go so far as to implant RFID chips universally.

All would be lost were it not for the intervention of Sri Krishna. When he appears to Arjuna just on the verge of the battle, the dejected noble soul is spurred out of malaise and into motion in order to reclaim his rightful inheritance and so restore Bhagavad America to safe footing, while upholding family values and introducing a revolutionary non-spending campaign (the 21st century’s version of a hunger strike). In the end our hero is able to subdue his enemies while advancing Bhagavad-America back to the original spiritual superpower in alignment with Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva!

 The Advent of Frogbeast and the Innercore Elite

Typically a work of this---shall we say--- sensitive scope would fall under the editorial scrutiny Of Department of Education protocol---at least so that the ideas and agenda could be “aligned” with the current cache of truths which are ‘au courant’----what the businessmen and educators were calling “best practices” in the current reckoning of time. Presumably said ‘best practices’ would be the same and never alter throughout history as the perennial themes of the spiritual masterpieces evidence. So one might imagine a solid set of best practices being consistent from generation to generation---indeed the bedrock of corporate ethos. I regret to inform the reader that this is not the case anymore. Executive consultants staffed by Boss Hogwad in the online education sector --- in fact inside the revered Bhagavad.World Online University---have established that the best practices must be updated and revised every 24 months. 

All of this ties back into the reason why, your narrator---’MOI’ got this job of telling this story and not a career education specialist from the Hogwad secretariat. How to tell the epic tale of lofty spiritual values within the rubric of a paranoid tyrant bent on getting the ducks all lined up for the advent of Frogbeast, Frankenbreast and the elite innercore cadre who will rule over global economic-religious hegemony for at least 42 months in days soon to come and to do so under the guise of an Israeli subsidiary called Able Commander (AC). To be honest I am hardly qualified for this kind of work. I mean who am I after all, but lowly Chuck E. Bucks, to deliver comment let alone interpretation to the subtleties of the final battle to be fought over Bhagavad America. Further, the protocol does not allow me to reveal any “sensitive” data---I can reveal didley squat! But, hey, like my father always used to say, “Best guy, son, does not always get the job.” Man does that ring true today! Finally, I am hard up for dough---my employers re-tooled my job description so as to avoid any human responsibilities or healthcare benefits (a blessing in disguise)---but I hold nothing against them ---it is best practices after all. So here is the deal I get the job title I always wanted CIO (central interpretive officer) . Of course a beefy job title like this has got to have some sort of currency but with the new title came limited hours, a pay cut, no benefits, no expense account and no office. And they promised to stop threatening my family. I am not complaining. Really. I finally got the job I always dreamed of! 

JUST IN!
MEMO: From Just Ice Jr.

Department of Just-Ice

According to the Neocon Protocol of 2005 (neocopro2) aka The Official Report.: All US governmental agencies to be re-structured (perestroika)
in accordance with the Proteus sub-protocol.

I will share with you reader the bizarre protocol that followed transmission which I will now interpret.
The Protocols of the Elders of Slime On

1."Whoever calls the tune"... This means that the piper in charge is calling forth the economy or meta-protocol of the functioning of the world whose name is Babylon.

2. Bob Baffert’s beautiful race horse, American Pharoah (note the spelling) to win the Triple Crown on saturday June 6th (6-6-15) (corporate reckoning). The name of this horse reveals that the ruler of America is pharoah in an Egyption (pyramidal) economy. The economy is the structure not only of the actual world but also provides its agenda, that is, calls the tune for the people to dance. (my interpretation c.e.b.)
3. Now, this is not as some people think, President Barack Obama, however, he “marches to the same beat”--this means that he is compelled to do as the elders of Slime-ON agree and he is compelled by Marmadude and Snafoo to do whatever is expedient for the good of the order.
4. For example when FDR wanted to restructure the American economy, he also redefined the protocols and parameters of living in the USA and materiality (the horse that finished second in the Belmont Stakes) What this means is that American Pharoah governs materiality or at least what counts for materiality in this cockamamey virtual realm.
5. The material world is conditioned by the agenda of Slime-On and dictated by the Slime-On executives from various posts on the world wide web.

A word on Just Ice, Jr. Some people tried to “out’ Mr. Ice, Jr. for being a truther on the healthcare scam. According to the 2005 neocon protocol (aka The Official Report) all US governmental agencies related to the department of justice were to be farmed-out to the lowest bidder in the private sector and Black Hog. Black Hog turned out to be infiltrated by  Arjuna’s nefarious cousin Boss Hogwad and his goons. Analogous to the best practices of the Department of Defense who farmed out all the mercenary services to HogFriend, in order to re-structure Babylon. As luck would have it in addition to war services, Black Hog would naturally be on tap to be a first provider in terms of medical care and educational services throughout the empire. It was in this line of delegation that Bhagavad America came into the educational, healthcare protectorate.

Ironically, and in spite of all of the due diligence, the legislators and congressmen who enacted these best practices, Bhagavad America was no run of the mill service provider dotcom operation. In fact the roots run historically very deep into the epoch of the Pandu Brothers. A dynastic squabble from the Gupta empire was still brewing. The profundity of this irony alone would would dwarf my effort to tell the tale so how about trying to imagine a business world being run from remote locations in the Spiritual Sky Inc. (tm) (though other investigators call it the Cloud).

Some of the most nefarious players on the field have gained access to this meta-protocol. Amongst the true believers such as our hero, Arjuna, Krishna speaks to him from a transcendental realm managed by Spiritual Sky.com. Be that as it may, his cousin Boss Hogwad does not believe in the truth of these communications----fact is he doesn’t believe in anything---in fact he thinks that Spiritual Sky is a front for a neo-cyberterror group with the stated mission of foiling President Obama’s healthcare roll-out. As we all well know, greed has no limit and that love of money will cause even a decent man to stoop to unbelievably low levels of moral functioning.

Yes, Boss Hogwad is a nihilist, in that he believes in nothing---still there is a certain facade one must maintain in the corporate world and he was willing to go along with some of the religious practices let’s say ‘for the good of the order’. But he considered the afterlife to be “pie in the sky” and even hogwash, nothing more. But once more, don’t imagine for a minute that this nihilism could ever stop an avid investor such as the Boss from being highly invested in religion---but it is religion in a new guise---Corporate Religion. Hey, like they say, Only the Paranoid survive. Go to your bookstore and you will find How to THink Like Attila the Hun, not to mention Gordon Gekko’s spiritual autobiography which was the #1 download in Nook history! The Boss’ view of his cousin, Arjuna, was dim and he branded him as a raving fanatic---got him into therapy and hence became his de facto healthcare provider, spiritual guide, economic advisor and even “friend” if you catch my drift.

Boss Hogwad’s stroke of genius came when he realized that he could intercept the information flow from the Cloud and thereby cyberhack their way into more money than anyone could imagine and finally establish themselves as First Providers who control the meta-protocol of all electronic communications from Spiritual Sky. The old codger liked to call this a “good cop/bad cop” strategy since he would be delivering the transcendental spiritual communiques to every world church, including Rome, hence his authority could extend, in principle, to every corner of the world, to condition what is called the material world in every aspect.

Scintillations
The elite Innercore operating system had effectively re-structured the entire military-intelligence chain of command under a remote operating platform they called PROTEUS as revealed in the official commission report of 2005. Boss Hogwad and his goons intercepted the Proteus hierarchy -restructure protocol (what they humorously referred to as “a pair of Stroikers”) when Boss Hogwad’s sons, Chiblet and Crimpett, discovered a means of intercepting the lightlines and then interfering with the datastream. Whosoever stands at the source of the datastream has the authority to manifest the protocol of the material world (tm) in real time.

NSA for example gets to tap into this datastream at a fairly deep level and the CIA can probe even further but ultimately the high command ends in the Proteus protocol. So you better believe, it is a firewall thicker and hotter than Mephistopheles thermitic process. Let’s put it this way, Proteus could never be hacked even by the most elite innercore Cloud specialists---that is until Robert Archer Smith’s original treatises on light were brought to light.

In 1985, your narrator met an itinerant man of God named Robert Archer Smith whose Truth about Light toppled all known conceptions of the physics of light including Einstein’s notion of light as being the speed limit of the universe. Amazingly, Bob (Smith) got to the truth about light through direct observation. Now, to cuta long story short, Smith gave to the world a method of reversing lightlines (tm). It is this gem of an insight  that fell into the hands of Boss Hogwad and this is how he was able to produce the Higgs-Boson Interferometer, the very tool with which he aimed to assert total global authority (GOB) over every sector of Proteus and polish up the throne so that Frogbeast could help Able Commander to get control of Jerusalem during the final days in an attempt to overturn the Rider of the White Horse in a final reversal of history, since Adam and Eve hobbled east of Eden.

As a matter of fact, though it seems counterintuitive, Spriritual Sky.com is responsible for delivering the serpent’s speech in in virtual high definition, so virtual that Eve did not detect the facade. How did they do it? You ask:
#1 Transcendental operations are not bound in a 4 dimensional time-space  continuum. The Garden of Eden, though it seems long ago is present to the  Celestial Sky platform just as is this moment and yesterday and all days, past and future.

By interfering with and redirecting spiritual revelations from the headquarters of Sprititual Sky, Boss Hogwad was able to roll-out a nastier Holocaust, a fairer 2000 election as well as 9/11 and an even greater epochal catastrophic event yet to come. The downside for the Boss is thath he could never take credit for his evil deeds; in other words he could not bill the government. Why choose a backward zero for such a sensitive task---is beyond my guess---I leave this to the reader’s imagination to discern. Anywho, it falls to me to tell the tale of how our brave and noble hero, Arjuna, restores transcendental communications to Bhagavad America and saves the day!

The solution to the cyberhacking problem came from the most unlikely source, Robert Archer Smith’s obscure treatise on light. It is simple yet unbelievably profound in its theological ramifications. Rather than use digital technology and its accoutrements, Arjuna uses his naked eye and he developed the use scintillation observation in order to disclose the transcendental communications he received directly from the source of Light itself. As we all know, staring directly into the sun can be dangerous, and may result in macular degeneration, however, one day in Kurukshetra Arjuna was looking up through the leaves of an oak tree being penetrated by the rays of the sun filtered into spectral fields. Our hero noticed a flow of spectral scintillation. In order to better observe this he constructed a scintillation viewer like the  one Smith describes in The Truth about Light. It is a simple analogue device using a single human hair to filter the lightlines. Owing to the nature of this research a digital counterpart could not be found to replace the necessity of analogue visual perception, so by this stroke of luck, all the researchers and elite innercore were rendered impotent thanks to their digital dependency.

No one in their wildest dreams could have predicted that this gentle, humble, animal lover could save the world from the most terminal cyberattack using a handheld analog device for viewing scintillations.  Equipped with only a makeshift cardboard viewer with a single hair taped in between a slot to produce direct observation of solar scintillation but moreso the direction of the flow of lightlines. Where Arjuna added to Smith’s masterwork was in the field of scintillation storage. This requires a little background in the physics of light---typically light is conceived as “emissive”, i.e., it travels. Smith already established that lightlines travel but not through time! He introduced veriline research in order to demonstrate that light manifests thanks to verilines---hence the viewer who directly intercepts the lightline can receive the entire transcendental communication. To “store”these rays is neither possible nor desirable. But there is a problem in communicating the gist of what a lightline gives as it pours its revelation into your direct eyesight. He did this by studying fresh solar scintillations through the fresh waters of central Pennsylvania. 

Incidentally, any reader interested in fracking should know that the idea for this technology originated in the crack maddened mind of a deranged Ohio teenager.  The whole idea was to convince engineers to unwittingly destroy the wilderness while claiming that they were saving the world for the good of the order. Simultaneously, Boss Hogwad’s PR firm convinced the United States Government of Babylon that this is a safe and clean way to extract natural gas from the Marcellus shale a mile deep beneath the earth. I am sure that you have heard President Obama and Madame Secretary refer to clean energy a hundred times or more! Which goes to show how effective the Boss’s PR team is. Yeah, it's real clean---yeah right!

Far be it from me to want to upset a sensitive reader who might actually be in the natural gas engineering field as a professor, researcher, worker or student---or perhaps an investor in Halliburton or any other of the fly by night get rich quick schemers rolling through the lovely hills of Pennsylvania  on The Bud Shuster Highway, Route 99. They go rolling through in their military style phalanxes 12 and 13 vehicles deep wending their way through the pristine verdure all the way up to Dubois and Wellsboro and into the great, pristine wildernesses and state forests where the Marcellus shale underlies. Each one believing that highly pressured water fracking extraction makes good sense for the world order. I don’t want to insult the more intelligent readers of Bhagavad America who intuitively realize that pumping megatons of proprietary toxins one mile deep into the earth’s crust is a recipe for disaster based upon the flimsiest of scientific research generated by corporate shills at the state university protected by their tenure in the academic hierarchy. Granted, to such a perceptive reader, fracking makes about as good a sense as taking an 8” hypodermic needle and filling it with industrial waste and sewrage backflow and forcibly injecting it deeply into the marrow of your grandmother’s spine. Oh yeah, big kudos for the guys in the natural gas engineering department who vouched for its safety! 

As flimsy as this science behind fracking is you would be amazed to find that there is one more dubious “science” called climate science. They basically said: "We can’t let the natural gas engineers steal our shot at a Nobel Prize or some other prestigious accolade, we are going to develop Chemtrails!" Stuff like this never ceases to amaze me. At any rate, and long story short, this is for another chapter. Arjuna has a lot of work to do to halt these nefarious do-gooders.  http://apocalypseillustrated.blogspot.com/2016/11/hard-to-believe-that-i-have-not-posted.html

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Opening Move


Pope Benedict








In the Good Old Boyz Tavern wryly whisking the spider shadows away...the Big Fella, his eminency principal in the Rival Corps Firm, avec ses retinue, "Gesundheit mein freunde, benedicite in illo tempore..." the Holy Father's voice trailed off into the dusty corners of the tavern sponged up in the triple rotor Dyson maximum efficiency vacuum: Crimpett and Crockle cracking up subterraneous "We got it dude! We know what the Pope laid on R. Juna on the 18th floor of Bhagavad Central..., in April 0f Oh Eight."

here is the transcript (trans.): in illo tempore...way back when, fratres [let's translate that as 'associate'] brothers I mean 'associates' ---wait start over: "Associate R. Juna...we could have squared up all of our business (negotium) thousands of years ago...R. Juna: "But how, your Holiness?"

The Intellectual property law my son... The Jesus' Name is Mother Church's copyright. We own it! We have got the legal documents to prove it... "Yes but your eminence those documents are not of the modern era...intellectual property law did not exist in the time of Ambrosius." Silence, we have the documents, we have the lawyers, we have the will of the people...Domus dei...
Martin Luther may have nailed it on the head with the 95 theses but he did not cover his ass on intellectual property."

"I cannot believe what you are saying Holy Father!"

"Yes, the protestants are ours!! We own them and now we are going to reel them into the Holy See. It's called the End User Licensing Agreement thanks to our loyal associates over at MicroMacro, Billboy, Billybob, and Bobbywhacker...And at last count we have over five billion souls who have signed off on it..."

"No way. What signatures...."

Why don't you tell them Super Maximus?:
"Well... the click is as good as the signature... no!  I would say it's better wouldn't you Monsignor Guido?" "Yes," said the age pocked cardinal,  "...the click has the same effect. Not to mention, we went around and bought up all of these "agreements" from GAFA: Google, Facebook, Amazon, and Apple, you know everybody has clicked off on some type of legal agreement, otherwise they cannot access the goodies on zee web... Well we bought all of this legal binding for pennies on the dollar at the last jubilee when everybody was off on vacation, and now all of the clicks are ours...the end user is the Holy See..."

Wow, too much Holy Dude!

"So yeah, that is not a problem the world is going to fall right back into our hands...imagine every megachurch...imagine all of the corporate religions...you tell Harry Krishna we own his ass...Bhagavad America is ours!!"

"Calm down Supreme Pontiff...let's be rational..."
At this point Pope Benedict left off speaking in latin and careened back into a smattering of his native tongue...
"Nein zay not this to see...Zeinsvergessenheit...Heidegger und the others...Alles, ours, now the Time is now...monarchia, virtual crusade, get Bill Gates on the Phone."

A Word From Bucks विपासना 
With this ended one of the most puzzling encounters we have ever had to face in our literary effort...with this the gauntlet was tossed with this came the "battle of the Field" Kurukshetra dude not simply in terms of space and time no, we are talking American Pie, Virtual Reality, Crack Cocaine, we are talking about Bhagavad America.

From the boardroom of corporate headquarters, 28 stories up, Arjuna stood dejected, nearly weeping, Hanuman leaping about on his leash, anguish seized his consciousness, the hair on his arms bristled, “The game wearies me. All of the great heroes are gone, my mother is gone. Life is a swirling carousel, faster in the middle of life and faster and faster, and yet why, why indeed should I kill? Why should I as much as speak or lift my arm? To act in itself is foolish or seems so to me. I see my cousins, beloved uncles, well worn battle heroes facing off against our beloved kinsmen.”

Why even bother getting off the couch? Why open another can of beer, or whatever?
Because it’s all rigged and none of it makes a difference. Yes the opposing armies are slain, but that means its rigged I mean what’s in front of you seems real enough, but upon further reflection, is shifting, not solid, that is why Krishna is so gun-ho in his advice, and he can afford to be, for christsakes, he is an executive, tied in with the 3 big boys over at Brahshivish.com---Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, Ltd.,LLC. He knows what is coming down as far as new product lines, gadgets, downloads, upgrades, you name it.

“Yet you must act Arjuna. Thinking alone is not fully living and it is a quantum leap from thought to action, as you well know, too much thinking has demoralized you---now is the time for action. Do not fear the soldiers arrayed before you, fully armed, bent on torture, I have slain them all long ago, before me, I can see your dharma---think upon your virtue. After all, you can't really make a mistake, everything will succeed, because it cannot but help to do so. Its been 'rigged' transcendentally.

“Don’t you see,” cried Krishna to Arjuna, caught up in the vision of Vishnu, “all of these things you call ‘favorites’, ‘stars’, ‘obsessions’ and other such things are to be likened unto a vortex of on the one side something abstract like numbers, and on the other by… monomania.

“Monomania is the name of the game buddy boy, get them here, get them there, if you want to bug someone use the form of a mosquito. Man is a thinking being, and the mosquito is a tiny little beast, but when the midgets are in full number, even the tallest man is brought to his knees.”

“But every now and then you get one of these monomaniacs (I know the term is rarely used these days)---and these guys, let me tell you are up for the job. We are talking about clinical obsession, I mean, Ghandi’s hunger strikes, or Einstein’s E=MC2 which led to the atomic bomb.”

“Nuclear war is nothing new, there were such wars in the time of the dynasty, 5000 years ago. You get me your Bhagavad Corporate monomaniac, and I will cut the deal with you on the Bhagavad Bucks Campaign! Is it a deal?”

OK but before you step out there onto the playing field, we better get together with the good old boys and drink some whiskey and rye.”

Arjuna smiled uncomfortably, As a matter of fact, he understood most of what Krishna said, but the part about ‘whiskey and rye’ and ‘good old boys,’ ‘american pie’ to be honest he didn’t have a clue what Mr. K. was going on about. Still he saw how much it meant to him so he just played along. He figured someone might come along later down the track and help out with the interpretation of the text.

Swami Chuck E. Bucks Purport  ोमोड  जहद 
Good old boys, other than being the guys singing down at the levee in the chevys in the anthem---refers to the middle management down at Corporate. This is the PR: the good ole boys weren't all that bad. These were the guys who seemed to be slain! The night of the living dead, I know I shouldn’t say so, but kind of like 50sish black and white TV sets acting as conduits and channels for these heavyweight spriritual heroes. Just tuning them in is part of GOB technology. Look if you send enough information fast enough eventually some of it is going to come back. So, yes, with Whiskey and Rye(tm) Technology, we are bringing back these super revered spiritual gurus, of course, in a mellow fashion, I mean they aren’t going to start bossing us around! :)
How do you know that this is not an endless loop? This is the link to the song that sort of materialized the whole thing:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMlzfpwJZuc

VIRTUAL HOLY WAR
Required Reading
If all of my readers were students, I might scold them for merely skimming the text---perusing, instead of reading thoroughly. Be at ease, I am not going to hold it as a mark against you. To be honest, the chapter title 'required reading' does not refer to reading assignments or undergraduate syllabi. No, there is another meaning referring to the background information you are going to need if you want to press on with reading Bhagavad America. Characters need to be introduced, and at least a modicum of historical
framework should be exposed.

Bhagavad America has been accused of many things: being a philosophical essay under disguise as fiction; some say it is a very loose translation of the Bhagavad-Gita into contemporary american shopping habits, and corporate values---others have found it inscrutable and that is OK. I have corrected the text including a narrator named Chuck E. Bucks, sometimes known as Chubuck Eebee Bubucks, and affectionately referred to as 'Chucks' and 'Chuckles'. Chuck E. Bucks makes reading Bhagavad America a lot easier with his useful purports or commentaries. If you find the text difficult, hang on and Chuckles will pop up to help you out and explain what is happening in the story. If you are wondering about his "take" on things and whether his purports are reliable...well, that is up to the reader to figure out. Mr. Bucks has had some issues to deal with (who hasn't), secondly he was the only americanoid willing to take on this potentially politically incorrect project, and finally, he has been enrolled in an online learning institution and we think that he has been absorbing some socialistic ideas from his business ethics prof. Bottomline, he is doing the best he can and that is good enough for me!

Celestial Sky (tm) is the "only game in town", everyone thinks that the system, the government and the market are simply arbitrary "realities" whereas in fact, there is not one speck of this reality which is not 'conditioned' by the executives in Celestial Sky. That's right, every bit, every flower petal, or drop of blood has been fixed, predetermined if you will, transcendentally.

Chairman K.
Krishna played the most beautiful melody on his flute  and then leaned back reflectively: "Pardon me if I lecture a bit, but here’s the deal: All that human beings do as human beings is to act, just a million types of acts and action. And the thing that ties the thought to the act this is the key thing," Krishna shouted enthusiastically. "It is called intention, or aim, 'telos' in Aristotle, that which sets the ball in motion is an intention, what you call goal. All of these actions and set of actions caught up in the totality of chain of material energy and its consequence, taken all together in a summation... The act is the first step in the chain of a tapestry of material consequences leading up to the totality of the acts (World). The point of contact of the spiritual soul and the World is not the act, but what precedes even this as an intention.

In the real game ethics is all that matters! Real ethics, not “applied” ethics or even corporate ethics, as was the rage in the states in the earliest years of the 21st century. Not seeing the real game, ethics came to be severely misunderstood. Ethics, real ethics, has to do with intention alone, the inward move that sets one to act. Now of all of the governing motives which might inform the intention, health, security, love, serving the will of God is the highest and best motive for each individual act and the totality of all of one’s acts. And hence surrender to God alone serves as the ultimate motive and intention for all acts. Being in the game (the field =kurukshetra) is mandatory and necessary for material being, and the human must choose, decide and act to engage in material reality and its world."

"Think of Karma, and its affiliates," chuckled Krishna. "The whole spanking ballgame is wrapped up in each of these minute causes and effects which constitute the entire material universe, however, note that human will and intention is of another sort of order than Karma. Karma is not literally the material things in their totality, but the manner in which they are organized specifically in relation to the human person’s interior will and morality. Whiskey in itself as Jesus pointed out does not cause sin, nor do things that enter the mouth defile, but what proceeds from the mouth, this defiles. This pertains to individual will and the power to speak authentically."

"Will, intention, thought, speech, logos, are ingredients that compose the glue that binds material into reality, yes ingredients! But who is cooking, my friend, who is chef? The pilot of the soul? The ego? What is this? Let us liken it unto a symphony. The material, the acts, the intentions, and the conductor who synthesizes all of these disparate fragments and pieces, like melodies floated from cellos, and supported by flutes."

"The citizen or soldier must provide the glue to make the world cohere as it appears to them in the play supplying meaning. How? The putting together of the pieces just like the music in a symphony is an artistic, aesthetic function of the mind. Connecting narratively, hermeneutically, from embryo until decay. The form and essence of this ‘harmony’ are inseparable as a stream and its bed.

"The human person is the supreme filmmaker, editing clips of experience, connecting into a narrative, all of these things into the story of their life. Not God, but godlike. No person establishes or creates the brute material existence of the universe, enough if viewed as the contents of a dream, in all of these dreams it is still viewing material content." Krishna then left Arjuna on the battlefield, amazed and confused.

Mr. Chucks Waxes Lyrical  ुह्फपोवेहक्फ 

I don't know about you, but whenever I hear such eloquent and profound speech, I am for a moment simultaneously transparent and baffled.

I am thinking of Siddhartha in Herman Hesse’s novel finally arriving to the bank of the river and gazing down into the muddy mirror, he sees all, God, OM, E=MC2. But also there is the sense of the ‘floating world’ of Zen Buddhism. What are we after all actually looking at?

What is the essential meaning of the Buddha? It pertains to awakening becoming nature. What is the precise nature of awakening?

All of these questions seem foolish, all at once the words flare up as words, as nothing more than words, all at once one sees the gap between words and ‘existence’. Out of the corner of one’s eye in this split instant there is a presentation of the totality of the insignificance of words, plus all that those words purport to name. This experience or sensibility is the key thing in the awakening, where it is not cozy anymore, tucked in with flannel booties of one’s language.

Yes, it is difficult to face up to this gap. The poet is well experienced with the obstacles and challenges of matching word to the reality of what is “out there”. That is the key technical challenge in poetry. The essential part of the poetry is the wonder, delight, in which the poet meets life, nature and attempts to speak to its core. We might even go further and say that the essential thing is the object of beauty (such as the rose, or the rabbit) even nature itself! But this amounts to saying nothing at all because the beauty of the flower is simply that, and yet it takes someone to notice. Questions of poetics are more on the side of the technique of words than the object side of ‘beauty’, ‘nature’, ‘existence’ and so on. However, this wonder or being struck by a set of affairs in the world is what forges poetry to rise up in the soul, only then must it be hammered into verse, red with fire.

The Difference that doesn't Make a Difference
R. Jay was summoned away from Chairman K. to the 12th floor of corporate towers to meet with Billy Beemer, chief PR exec. in the BhagavadAmerica superstores. Them good ole boys were drinking whisky and rye...

"Look, R. Jay, we don't need to manipulate them directly, our focus group came up with a much more subtle strategy."

"Addictions is where it is at---compulsive gambling, alcohol, sex, whatever...The thing to remember that it is not about the behavior playing poker or smoking, or binge eating. What we are looking for is a public confession, a testimonial or a change of heart which used to be the business of churches. The media are all over this because it packs a potent punch for the viewer. We want to make believers out of these people, damn it!"

Beemer's speech trailed off like a scuttle of roaches.
R. Jay sat there like a sponge in utter disbelief.

"Belief in what Beemer?"

"Oh, nothing, you know, the empty shell, karma, hundreds of rebirths, whatever it takes to sell that is the way we must go!"

R. Jay, couldn't contain himself any longer and popped like a piece of corn in the microwave oven:
"whoa, hold on right there Mr. Beemer, you are telling me that the world's most powerful corporation in the world has no belief in God? Where do you find the sense of what is right?"

Beemer squirmed around in his swivel chair nursed his Whiskey and Rye, and lit up his pipe in a furious flash, defensively cutting: "I'm in PR---it's party line, technically speaking this corporation is not Hindu, I ,mean, even the Buddha himself stated that one of the Four Noble Truths is that one should not project a belief in God, because it sacrifices individual autonomy. It is a kind of false idol since the fundamental nature of God is mysterious. And finally, what difference does it make? Even technical experts in Vedic matters have concluded that Brahman is simply energy and Einstein expressed the meaning of the woid 'OM' in the equation E=MC2. The very basic substance, stuff, or God...you call it..in my eyes it simply does not make a difference."

At this point R Jay leaned back meditatively and stroked his chin..."I don't know, Beemer, I mean, it is obvious that you and your associates are working very, very hard up here in PR---down in the dungeons of finance we came up with a new slogan: "The difference that makes no difference(TM)."

Beemer smiled, "The difference that makes no difference, the difference that makes no difference," like a mantra---now that is some subtle theology!! He just kept rolling it over in his head like a pebble in one of those rock polishing tumblers.
Then he started to remember his first Chevy and the time he met the Beatles.

PRESOCRATIC

The most salient factor of this age is the Beatles, and the cultural, marketing revolution that they spawned. But what is it about the Beatles that made them so attractive, so unique and popular? So if you want to know a secret,  I'll give you a clue...

Beemer was just a teen in the mid-60s and R. Juna was not even born. Beemer actually started out as a "good kid". He adored the Beatle's music, and dreamed of getting to meet the lads from Liverpool. In fact, he did not realize that his uncles were involved in putting these guys on the map at the "toppermost of the poppermost" as John Lennon liked to say. The Beatles, in fact, were not only working for Celestial Sky, loyal, devoted adherents to the corporate vision, but they were also actually tied in with TriuniSys.com, even though the dot com boom was years away---which makes a right good story in itself!

Since Beemer's uncles were all rapped up with Celestial Sky and TriuniSystems with stock options and being privy to the inner circle he figured someone could hook them up and in fact did, on August 22, 1966 in LA. You can actually see him amongst the Beatles backstage on Brian Epstein's personal and very rare 8mm footage. Even though "Eppie" was not there (he was over at the Chateau Marmot in Beverly Hills) he sent a long a little Brownie 8mm movie camera. The footage is out there, I for one saw the photograph of little Beemer with the fabsom in a book published in Canada. What most Beatle fans do not know is that after meeting the Fab Four, this cheerful young boy with dark curls and freckles, proceeded to associate with some hawks scalping tickets outside the LA Forum. Strange looking people...might have been foreigners, you know, LA Forum there's bound to be some "weird shit going down".
Long story short, the kid bought a joint and that would have been OK but someone had dipped the cigarette paper in pure lysergic acid (LSD). Beemer tripped out but it did not go well. It's what they call a "bad trip". Oh, he came back with his faculties intact, or so it seemed but something happened to his faith. It might of had to do with one of the foreigners, he seemed to be from Amsterdam, but nobody really knew. Little "Beems" simply up and lost it. And he got so into money, it was odd I tell you, to see someone that driven in business, I mean until its like a total sickness. Something he got very good at. Now don't get me wrong all those years with Bhagavad America he stood by the party line. He was dutiful and if he did not believe in the ancient corporate rituals he was at least willing to play along for the good of the order. And that is the way he got to the top of Bhagavad and managed to win back his ancestors the family jewel. The Garver family was willing to follow and stand by Beemer.

There had been no legitimate challenge to the Bhagavad kingdom until R. Juna came into his own within the marketing division at Bhagavad Central. Technically, R. Juna was working for Beemer, but the corporation's rule is rightfully his. That's right, I said that the corporation is totally rightfully his! Beemer ain't backing down, the battle has been postponeable up to now from both parties' view. But when the dot com revolution kicked in, and then the boom in the market in the late '90s, and finally 9/11. From these epochal events flowed a series of setbacks and a transvaluation of value to quote Nietzsche, that actions which brought the brash multimillionaire into the inevitable clash with honorable R. Juna. Not to mention what was going on politically in the States at that time, as if no one knows, the bizarre twist---it was as if transcendental freedom was being rendered null and void by surveillance techniques, elite "innercore" computer communities unimaginable to everyday users. The amazing thing is the fact that the 'innercore' computer's capacities and artificial intelligences exponentially multiplied putting Bhagavad America.com on top of the heap. So much so that a sacred battle could be fought 'virtually'.

That's what we are trying to sell you! Eighteen days of hornblowing, cart racing, soul fabricating warfare at at the Kurukshetra Mall during the final clearance sale as described in the pages of Bhagavad America, all for your pleasure.

A Comment from Mr. Chuckles
Look, anyone can offer you a novel that entertains. But only Bhagavad America satisfies you with a wealth of market intelligence and insights from the top industry analysts---from up to the minute revelations from CelestialHierachy.com they have information and market truths backed up with eons of battle experience.
Why settle for human generated, recycled, third party research?

Let's break for an ad...
Bhagavad America family of superstores , boutiques, cafes and themeparks the world over, welcomes you!

Dial 1 800 SPIRITT or enroll online at http://bhagavadamerica.blogspot.com/
Earn up to 1000 points and save up to 100% at Eurobhag Themepark as part of the 'non-spending (tm)' promotion!

"A splendid time is guaranteed for all!" For all that is, save Beemer and his sons.

"I always get the feeling, said Arjuna, that whatever I am reading---the gist of what matter is made of even speculations concerning the macrocosmos---it is like a PR job!"

NO, no nooo! Shouted Beemer. It is the ultimate snow job.

IT IS EITHER TO BE OR TO KNOW.


All being is particular being.
There is no 'Being in general.'
Man is the measure, may be translated "man is the mean'.
The balance, or fulcrum at which reality "hangs together" or "is harmonized".

Monday, July 09, 2012

Borderline-Narcissistic

Beemer stood dejected, though not haggard, his dark brown monkey leaping briskly at his side and on and off of his back---no, not Krishna's monkey, not Krishna's, but it was a good decoy. Beemer's emotional repertoire was fairly limited. Even with family members, he had a short fuse. So much so that he could break off a relationship at the drop of a hat. It does not mean you couldn't get back into his favor. To do this and be a "friend of Beemer" all that is required is a small gift or some token recognition that you were on his side and would not cross him again. Psychologists refer to this type of personality disorder as 'borderline-narcissistic". Periodically one might hear Beemer telling one of his siblings that "I don't think you're my friend anymore." "Of course we are...," they would always reply, "...brothers and you can't break off a blood relation!"

In this respect being pathological goes with the turf, most CEOs suffer paranoia, and a morbid sensitivity to criticism, in addition to their overweaning urge for power, money and perks. What makes Beemer unique is how "personally" he takes all of Arjuna's efforts to put Bhagavad America on a decent spiritual footing.

The difference that makes no difference (tm) means that they are playing 'good cop/bad cop'---create two polar ideologies, let them fight, and they neutralize each other! Bhagavad America executives implemented precisely this modus operandi. Beemer stands on the side of opposing armies, at battle with his honorable cousin Arjuna. The family business is the context for the ensuing drama. A family corporation divided, polar marketing strategies, different sets of ethics, Arjuna does not realize that the battle is rigged, neither does anyone else in this situation. :)

Be that as it may on the metaphysical scale the battle of Kurukshetra must be fought. Consider this: we scarcely know what 'fighting' means these days, there is so much PR even in the military. Fighting is partly control of media, partly dissemination of unimbedded ideological propaganda.  


Transcendental Import
Memo from the desk of: Professor Chuck E. Bucks, Ed.D
A job to one man is a mission to another, and is sacred duty to yet another. That’s the way It Was ™, Is ™ and Ever Will Be ™. Granted the dice can fall in a number of ways but when a man is born into this world he has got to do something with his time. That is why we created work. As sure as every man, woman and child curses their chores, they are totally dependent upon them. They have got to fill up their days with some type of meaningful labor. This is the system and there is no point fixing it because it ain’t broke. There are three fudamental options: take your work dead seriously and fight or get dejected and retire or the finest option know that work and all of its material trappings are delusory but still go out there and give the old college try. Bhagavad America is going to go head to head with the Rival Corps because they are both conditioned to believe absolutely in the goals outlined by the executives. As a matter of fact, the Executives™ in the corporate towers of the opposing companies are all staffed by our people. We feed them down the agenda, they swallow it, feed it to their people and translate it into whatever management philosophy works best to keep people busy at their jobs. Transcendentally speaking, the buzz of activity is all we are after and the passionate commitment to a cause. It simply doesn’t matter. We have found that infighting is a great incentivizer and brings out the best in people. So we play cops and robbers, do you have a problem with that?
And, class---Well if you’ve got a better plan, submit it to my desk by ten o’clock tomorrow morning…no, make it nine… I’ll be sure to peruse it.

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

MPR


A propos of nothing it began. On Monday September 3, 2007 Arjuna picked up the Guardian Unlimited and swiftly read an article that Riazat Butt wrote concerning a new phenomenon---the collision of spirituality and marketing. Old business this. However it takes on a new shade of meaning this time around. Here's the article:

"It started as a forum to discuss how to spread the message of Islam, but after more than 40 years the biggest Muslim gathering in North America has become a magnet for consumerism.
Around 40,000 people poured into the Islamic Society of North America's 44th annual convention in Rosemount, Illinois, over the weekend. The huge convention centre was packed with 333 stalls catering for the modern Muslim's every need, including a digital Qur'an audio player, festive Ramadan lights, a pre-packed funeral kit, halal jerky and a mobile phone application that provides daily prayer times for more than 12,000 cities worldwide.
Among the entrepreneurs using the opportunity to market Muslim products was 32-year-old Mansoor Basha, from Chicago, offering a satellite navigation system for Hajj. The Lubaik system aims to help pilgrims locate tents, campsites, hotels, places of interest and hospitals in Mecca and Medina.
Mr Basha says: "I went for Hajj and I had many problems. You don't know Arabic and not everyone speaks English, so it's difficult if you get split up from your tour group and want to find your way back to your hotel. Plus, not all the streets are named, and have you ever tried to find your tent when it looks the same as five million others?"
The handheld device does not have a patent but, he says proudly, it has a registered trademark.
Mr Basha, who visits the convention every year, rejects the idea that the convention is more about shopping than spirituality. [...]
blah blah blah, blah blah, whatever.
"The Muslim American community is commercially motivated - that's why they're in the US, for the economic opportunity, and they're frank about that. Muslims here want to be upwardly mobile. They don't see it as an evil."
It is this prosperity that has led to greater cohesion and participation in society. A study from the Pew Research Centre showed Muslims in America to be middle class, mainstream and integrated. 'They say green is the colour of Islam and in the US it's taken on a literal aspect - and not in a bad way.'"

There you have it, the entire thing, I mean premise, absurd in a way that...but who can say these days there's so much strange sh#$ going down it's getting hard to figure...which doesn't detract us from doing what it is that we do as far as putting in time usefully. I don't know about you, it is for the living to dream. Arjuna has a busy day ahead of him.Welcome to our production room," said Sheila Gross, "this is where it all happens!" "we do all of the special effects so that the listeners really feel that they are in Cairo, or Baghdad, or wherever the news story need to come from."

"Wow Mr. Beener, sir: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU ARE SAYING," shouted Arjuna. " So these stories are merely fabricated then for public consumption?"

"More or less, you've got it. If there are a few demonstrators we can call it 100, 000 and then we have a forceable number of protestors---a truly democratic uprising. this is actually the case today in Egypt.

Look here is virtual science dump: Worldwidescience Corporation
Reality can be fabricated easily enough once folks get over the "digital stopgap" look here Arjuna you tell those Bhagavad business suits that we have got their ass in a stir. We can generate, establish, create a foundation for----lay a premise for ---I mean this algorithm is just going to chew them up!! We can devise peer-reviewed science on the fly---the virtual Laboratron (tm. pending) renders in virtual time eons of research---it's almost as close in terms of quantum computing.

We generate research, pal, we generate science. So you tell Mr. Krishna it was a real pleasure to basically re-absorb Corporate Mother Ananda...those piddling pricks. They are goin to get all the heat, the bite in the butt...THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL all you bleary-eyed bovine loving dreamers. The game is ours.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

UNBELIEVABLE CLEARANCE SALE!

One more word from Mr. Chucks before we press on: I didn't mention this to you in the last chapter because a)corporate policy required an illumination, I mean an ad and b)I don't want to be seen as defying the corporate values---the reason why I am not actually called a narrator---which used to be a pretty important job--without the benefits---I have been relegated to writing "purports" for the past five years for the solid fiscal reason that the narrator contract includes healthcare benefits, and they hired me as an 'independent contractor'
hence the fuss about 'purports'.As far as I am concerned they are not the same, and I vow to my readers that I will put my finest narration into the purports!

It was the second year of Global Warming. Its full impact was felt in the poles(the Northern Pole which had recently been claimed as sovereign Russian territory), unprecedented flooding in Europe, draughts, hurricanes, dead fish in China's industrial bathed waters---its influence, in short, was felt by everyone, everywhere. The field of Kurukshetra stood barren, bereft of green life. Kuruk avenue is in the old, industrial part of town and there used to be a massive field there, not far from the zoo. Some of you might remember the time Chauncey, the Bengal elephant broke out, that was one hell of a day’s work. Today the Kuruk Shetra Shopping mall glimmers like a diamond in that old field. On the other hand, it had to be debated whether getting out of the car in this kind of heat was worth it. The UV rays were peaking out in full profusion.

As I drove up in my Brahma 4x4 past the procession of sleek autos glistening like chariots in the sun, some old codger turned up his radio… "Bye, bye Miss American Pie. Drove my chevy to the levee... That's Don McLean with American Pie." From the towers a KBAG radio the announcer delivers the blow by blow: “Fans and citizens, it is Sunday the first of eighteen days of hornblowing, chariot racing, soul fabricating warfare in the Kurukshetra shopping arena! Jim, to be honest, I’ve never seen a more opulent clearance sale parade...”

“Well that’s right Verne, and remember, Bhagavad America is committed to worldwide domination in the spiritual marketplace. You see this event has a venerable history built right into it. Celestial Sky ™ has their work cut out for them. And there at the center of it all is Mr. Joe ("Uncle") Beemer the man being interviewed for Bhagavad’s marketing guru position, it looks like he’s talking to some little blue guy… I can’t quite make it out…Rumor has it that the Big Guy is going to "manifest" or make an appearance, show up, whatever... We’re going to take it down to Julie who is in the parking lot right now. Julie can you get close enough to confirm this or to get an interview?”

“Well, no, Verne, I don’t know if you are able to grasp the significance of it, but I have never in all my life witnessed a more opulent display of materiality!! Such a sale! You know it’s being slated as the End of the World Clearance. As I stand here today I am awed!! OMYGOD  it’s, can it actually BE? There’s HARRY KRISHNA, CEO of Bhagavad Enterprises. Jim and Verne, are you getting this? I am blinded by the solar reflections from the procession of sleek, metallic autos, cranberry minivans, Brahma and Ram trucks, green Infiniti, the pink clouds and the silver blue sky. Flags aflying, trumpets ablaring…families with bulging carts full of household gears and knicknacks. Hallelujah.”

Beemer and Chairman K. stepped up on the platform to greet the crowds. The marketing guru grabbed a hold of the mike and belted out: “Welcome All to Bhagavad America’s Final Clearance Sale. Tell me, people have you ever seen a parking lot more boomin' than this one and on a Sunday at that! Now some of you didn’t get to go to church and I am here to tell you that it’s OK. There’s that nagging doubt that you should be going to church and yet shopping needs to be done. We are here to reveal the new game. You want to moralize about it. But I’m telling you shopping is where it’s at. You know that, we know that and let’s face it shopping is the de facto state religion in America today. We have got customer education seminars going on 24/7 in our superstores to justify our belief. People are you with me?”

Questions flew up out of the crowd…

“Mr. Beemer would you say that this is the busiest sale ever?”

“Bottom line: yes. We find that when you stop selling the pie in the sky ™ type of religion, well, just stop and take a look around. Begin with people as they are and their shopping habits---then let’s face it----the Sacred Superstore is obvious!”

In a fit of inspiration he shouted: "Bhagavad America is putting Sacred Trust into your hands. Dial 1-800-spiritt or enroll online at www.bhagavadamerica.com and earn 1000 points. Save up to 100% at Eurobhag Sacred Themepark as part of the non-spending ™ promotion.”

Cheering thundered up to the sky… “Excuse me Verne, did he say that shopping is the actual religion in America? And that Eurobhag is promoting non-spending?”

“Well, I think so Johnny...I mean about the first part, but as far as non-spending, in my opinion, that’s going too far. Anyway the people are liking it.”

Intricate beats of rap music thundered from the platform, it was the big sale theme song:"azzitwazz azzitizz azzitwillbe dotcom."

“Uh, Mr. Beemer, I am not certain if I heard you correctly…”

“The hell you didn’t! Listen to me, are you blind or something? Hand me a copy of CQ magazine or TeeVee Guide, turn on the TV forchrissakes and look closely at the ads. Are you going to try to tell me that this isn’t the best and the brightest? Have you ever in your life seen such beautiful colors, designs, images and logos, all set to sublime music.
Man this is the Picasso of our age. What about the words, the message, the psychology---tell me that isn’t the high point of human output today. And it’s all done in a corporate manner so we don’t have to nurse egos and deal with primadonnas and big shots. I’m sorry, it’s all in place, everything is right there. Advertising is the avatar of our age---it is not only more important than religion, it is religion! And it’s all being sanctioned from on high by our celestial executives up there in Bhagavad’s corporate tower's Whiskey and Rye Tavern.”



A man that looked like Homer Simpson blurted out...
“Hey, what’s in it for me and my family? You one-percenters get rich and we gotta spend our hard earned dough.”

Mr. Krishna stepped up to the microphone, “do you mind if I field this one Uncle Joe?”
Hey there, here’s somebody that’s talking sense. Yessir you’re showing some real instincts now. All we are saying is give the market a chance ™. The market is glutted, the fields are ripe for harvest---this is the only game in town.”

And I swear to you as I stand here today…Mr. Krishna started to expand in front of us with a voice like ten thousand rushing waters in Dolbi ™ surround. “I repeat this is the only game in town and let me assure you, you are ready for it. Don’t sell yourselves short. Cowardice does not become you. I brought you together here for a reason---”

Beemer jumped in, "Don't worry about the words 'good' or 'bad' because we now own them! Corporate voodoo is stronger than any sacred meal or Bhagavadburger that R. Juna can dish out at McVishnus. Forget about the underlings who are rats, dogs, whores----they deserve everything we can manufacture, including terror. Get your people hooked on the language twist---they are going to love it I tell you! Makes them feel superior. They are going to lick it up, man this is the only game in town."

"Twist the language, damn it. Get the religion in the product name. Make the marketing department into an evangelical incubator proliferating belief in products and services. Use some imagination---call the newest perfume scent "Eternal Stream", act as if the sandwich you are selling is the pearl of great price!! Call computers 'Prodigy', and the same for software---Genesis, Word---treat it like the miracle it is---none of these pathetic individuals could even come close to creating one of our products, and with television ads, the multimillion dollar budget ensures that there is no artistic competition...our ideas reign supreme in the USA, I repeat advertizing is the avatar of our age" the Chairman cut off his speech. Addressing an attractive middle aged woman with dark wavy hair at shoulder length, he called "Oh Susan, can you get me out the sacred books and get me some dope on the other religions our rival corporation is trying to sell. We're taking them all on! Our store is the only game in town...Now do it!"

"Yes sir Sri."



We leave the field of action in order to focus on a few individuals who were not happy with what they were hearing. Up in the corporate tower of Bhagavad America Corporate Central looking down on the parade we find R. Juna. But not before the insertion of a Purport or transcendental explanation of the first section of Bhagavad America entitled: Unbelievable Final Clearance Sale.

Purport (Written by His Divine Grace Chuck E.Bucks):
Fact of the matter is the same as it was in the original Bhagavad story but there is one twist: Chairman K. actually works both sides of the opposing corporate forces. This is what R. Juna cannot see. Chairman K. has upped the ante in the spiritual superstore marketplace warfare (ssmw--SMAW ). I mean it sounds nice but remember that is PR---it's supposed to sound nice! They are paying beaucoups bucks and working their tails off to make it sound good!! In fact Beemer's strategy was to completely eradicate freedom, truth, understanding and peace on earth by forcing R. Juna to act. Bottomline is nobody can lose. This is the timeless message of Krishna---that which lives, lives always.

Be that as it may,  for Beemer and R. Juna who are inside the conditioned corporate world, the conflict is absolutely a matter of passion and sacred duty. The strategy of Bhag-Mart is to put every other store out of business so that all of the citizens will be dependent upon one line of production, one set of merchandise, then the market will be perfectly predictable---hallelujah! By promoting fighting and opposition within the same organization, Chairman K. is allowing the Big Boys to truly profit, through 100% control of both the dark and light side of man's nature.

Another way of saying this: Bhagavad America is the widely read theistic science which accounts for human aspirations and cultural manifestations in the United States in the early part of the 21st century. The work in some sense parallels The Bhagavad-Gita where a sacred battle that lasts 18 days ensues on the field of Kurukshetra. There the hero, Arjuna, falls into despair and requests not to fight against his cousins and his uncles. In the present narrative, Mr. Beemer (Bhima and other epithets) is seen at the Kurukshetra Shopping Center promoting the Bhagavad America Sacred Superstore. Krishna appears in this story as the chairman of Bhagavad Enterprises. Unbelievable Price Reduction is the opening move of R. Juna and Chairman Krishna in the ‘marketing battle’ about to ensue. Ray Juna’s enemies are very unhappy with Bhagavad America’s current marketing strategy and the mention of non-spending ™ has R. Juna in a tizzie.

The station drifted into a scratchy noise, the dial got turned up from NPR.
"Is reality primarily remembered or anticipated---"
"Or both?" she interrupted.
THIS is BULLSHIT!!! ppbc (perfectpresencebroadcastingcorporation)(tm)

By the time you have written it down, you have already gone too far. Socrates' prohibition against writing philosophy as expressed in the Phaedrus. "Philosophy, itself, written down is sheer verbiage---the crucial thing is coming to the insight---experience is the key."