Tag Archives: 2016

For Domestic Consumption: Divide and Control Is Working Brilliantly Once Again


Cognitive Dissonance


Like so many others who have followed a slow and rocky path towards a greater awakening and understanding, certain key events tend to be remembered more vividly than others. However, this doesn’t mean a particular event or awareness was our first or initial exposure. On the contrary, similar to Chinese water torture, it’s not the first drop that drives your awakening, but often the hundredth, the thousandth or ten thousandth.

It was 17 years ago that this particular noggin’ knock shook me to the core, mostly because it showed me how blind I was to the world around me. When deeply and seamlessly immersed within the altered realty we believe is normal everyday life, so much is readily apparent only to those who are actively looking or genuinely receptive. Continue reading For Domestic Consumption: Divide and Control Is Working Brilliantly Once Again

It’s the Dismal Tide. It’s Not the One Thing.


Cognitive Dissonance


The other evening I amused myself by watching, for the fourth time at least, “No Country for Old Men”, a movie adapted from a novel by the same name and produced by the Cohen brothers. Though I’m not certain ‘amused’ is the proper term for what I actually experience when viewing the carnage from all corners of the universe as depicted in this movie. Each time I enter the realm of this ‘fiction’ something different within me is deeply disturbed.

When I was a young man I knew someone quite similar to the character Anton Chigurh, an emotionless, compassionless killing machine. The person I knew frightened the piss out of me every time I interacted with him simply because I never knew what the hell he would do next, though I always knew what he was perfectly capable of doing next if his deranged spirit so moved him.

The person I knew was insane by any imaginable definition of the word. Continue reading It’s the Dismal Tide. It’s Not the One Thing.

The Superman Syndrome

By Cognitive Dissonance

The other day Mrs. Cog and I were discussing the latest fear mongering article by a well known doom porn purveyor. Of particular note was the actual technique use to inflame both hope and fear; a particularly effective mind control technique when used with precision and skill on a previously primed audience.

The name of the author is not important and thus, in order not to distract from the conversation, will remain nameless. The technique employed, however, warrants further discussion because of its effectiveness. First it outlines (in frighteningly graphic terms) a potentially mortal danger developing in the political/financial/military sphere, then it reveals some hidden knowledge gained from special insiders who (perhaps, maybe, possibly) are ready to step in and intercede on our behalf. Continue reading The Superman Syndrome

Collapse Fatigue

By Mr. and Mrs. Cog

When we initially awaken and realize life is not what we were taught, inner alarms scream for our attention. Even though we can sense a danger we didn’t previously perceive, we cannot judge how close it is. There is no scale to measure proximity, only the palpable fear of a real and present danger.

Naturally, most of us will desperately grasp for answers. How can this be? What does this mean? What do I do now? And who is to blame?

We need answers! Or at least we think we do.

As we search for answers, we find there is no shortage of players who are more than willing to supply us with all the answers to our now life changing questions. Most of these people speak with a voice of absolute authority, stating factoids and tidbits with complete certainty and conviction. Naturally they insist their truth must be your truth, for only a fool and still asleep sheep would reject self evident 'truth'. Continue reading Collapse Fatigue

An Old Soul Named Gray Kitty


Cognitive Dissonance


We have a feral cat. Or, more accurately, a feral cat has us. We’ve named him Gray Kitty for the most obvious of reasons. The thing is……we already have a house cat, a huge twenty pound Maine Coon cat we call Tramp, the other half of Lady and the Tramp. When Mrs. Cog walked into my life nearly five years ago, in tow was the child unit, now soon off to college, and Tramp, a permanent resident.

Gray Kitty, on the other hand, is a relatively recent addition to our family, having graced our lives two years ago this past April. He doesn’t live here; he just visits to partake in the endless buffet and some lively before dinner conversation. Rarely does he stick around for long after gorging on the tasty repast. I suspect from his point of view that would be oafish and crude.

We crossed paths by accident, though I am wondering if it was ‘on accident’ for I have learned much about life interacting with Gray Kitty. Maybe the Gods were being kind to me when they dropped Gray Kitty into my life. If so, I’m grateful for the gift. Continue reading An Old Soul Named Gray Kitty