Today's Special will be 'Target Fascination'.
The most well known example of target fascination has to be that of Japanese Kamikaze (or not) pilots, that would fly into their dedicated targets. Well, there are too many stories about involuntary Kamikaze services, that it might be taken for granted that there were as many eager minds taking the one way ticket, than there were pilots that had to do it. Honor - the often completely misunderstood vibrational frequency, that leaves very little room to bail. I don't believe for a moment that AWOL was ever a problem in Japan. AWOL is maybe really just 'A Western Other Losses' syndrome that the responsible parties keep from those who are affected. Desertion must be the even more drastic version of AWOL - since You will tave to go into the desert to live up to it, or somewhere else where they can't find You.
Enough with the irrelevant aspects of voluntarism though and a tap on the shoulder: "Go!" Off they go to where we will meet them. 'Them' and all their Buddies and Buddinas (Buddha, is that You?), we shall observe in their moment of Target-Fascination, what actually happens to a human mind in the face of exiting what is commonly referred to as 'Life'. The moment before Death clutches You and carries You away. Pray that You will be as awake as those who dove down into their martyrdom. It doesn't have to be martyrdom, though. That is highly overrated and not really backed up by any tangible evidence.
Another particulate laden and equally pretty sun rise.
The subject of Target Fascination was also part of an Alan Watts talk and I recommend to explore the entirety of the subject under its various aspects. Just so much, that the emphasis is laid on the most important aspect of them all:
Only those who won't die are afraid of Death.
Those who are looking our dear friend Death into the eyes will have no more fear. Gone. Because Death is nothing to fear, but something to welcome. At any moment. The notion to have a chair at the table and an empty plate for any unexpected guests (probably just Jesus himself - others may not ask), should be wholly re-formed into having AT LEAST TWO empty places at the table. One won't need a plate, though. What would be appropriate for that spot, a Cigar?
But we are not there, just yet. Be-Cause, should You lose Your fear of Death, that would be a tragic thing for those, who profit from Your fear and make You do all kinds of things, that do actually shit to prevent You from going when Death nods at You. Over the last millenia, a prevailing mindset has developed based on various fantasy stories about how everything came about and such. Getting the mind marinated on a permanent basis for a very long time is the goal to make You reek of a narrow world view - that requires the intervention of benevolent billionaires and Your friendly regime in order for You to be happy and healthy.
Right. Why the is that even important? It is important to revisit and question the program that is running YOUR mind as well. Why? Because being the Universe makes certain that You are not just some isolated case of Life somewhere - fearful of losing something You cannot. To elaborate on that, I will give You a little list of pros and cons in regards to the 'Target' one can get easily fascinated with - especially in times of coronazi nonsense.
Warning Buoy outside 'Solar System'.
Probably the best part about Death has got to be the freedom from any and whatsoever bullshite exploitation in regards to the basics as there are: Everybody needs Food, Clothes and Shelter, Proper Healthcare and Clean, running Water. Well, the living that is. Death frees You instantaneously from all Your worldly schemes and scams. No more rent that can't be paid. No more food that can't be found, nor sourced. No more clothing, no more doctor visits for doctor's and pharma industry's sake.
No more cellphone whose effing batteries won't last longer than two hours before they have to be re-charged by burning power in a transformer. No more of the insanity that has not just befallen humanity, but has been hoisted upon it by its own sickest individuals. 'Sick' individual is, who acts and lives in opposition to the natural laws of the Universe. And if You might have forgotten what that is, go into any of the remaining intact (forget that - any will do) forests and sit down comfortably, quiet up and listen to Life. What can You hear?
Female Mouse addressing her companion:
"Are these the only effing nuts you found today? What is wrong with you? You promised me to find nuts in good and in bad times. This is not a bad time and you still can't find any nuts? I am getting a divorce!"
The Bears den:
"Wake the up! It's warm outside! Go and get us some berries, Bear!"
"But there are no berries, baby. It's still winter. That's just some climate engineering and weather whiplash. Come back to bed, baby!"
At the Beavers water world:
"How many times have I shown you how to fell a birch, son?" yells the Beaver at his offspring. "And you still let them go in the wrong direction!"
Who knows, correct? What is known however, is the fact that spending time outside of the manmade pandemonium called survival in the 21st centure, Life is good. The way it always was. And there is that one moment when You can clearly see that. When You look Death in the eyes. It will be then that You will be freed of all the putid crap the rich have made of this world. The rich themselves are void of proper brain functions - as is obvious in their frantic attempts to escape Death - their Death. I got knews for those. I talked to Death recently and it was very revealing. Death told me that those who try to avoid dying the most, will experience an exit they will forever remember. In case one does believe in re-cycling of souls, or re-incarnation. It must be added, that it actually doesn't matter so much as to what You believe in when You go, but what You did not only last summer, but Your entire Life.
When we look at the pilots flying into bliss and ecstasy, we do of course not really know what kind of live they were leading before ending up in an airplane bound for an enemy carrier. The most important part has got to be from the moment on when there is obviously no more return. No whatever number chance. You are going.
That's when the truth kicks in and the prospects of leaving this shitehole of an aritificially created hell for anybody that is not a reckless roostersucker, will ease the transition tremendously. In contrast, accumulating a supposedly inpenetrable fortress of wealth to fend off the suckers that are croaking in record numbers will not work long. And no, it's not from coronablabla. It is the result of our way of living. Koyanisqatsi. Payback time, suckers. Having allowed those who make rivers burn and water deadly, the suckers are now reaping what they failed to prevent. Why is that, or better, why could that be?
Collective Target Fascination.
Is that what it is? The individual has no copulating clue and most likely doesn't want any in the first place. Because ignorance is such thrilling bliss, correct? But the individual matters not anyways. Completely irrelevant. Only in an animated movie by a billionaires' darling comedian. Okay, re-phrasing: the individual with less than $500.000.000 matters not. Like the voltures they are, the other billionaires are salivating at all the dough they can take over. For these roostersuckers it is never enough. If Gates would be shown with the appropriately sized rooster he is sucking, people would be hysterical.
In this particular case, it must be presumed that the collective is looking Death straight into the eyes - and sees copulating nothing. Nothing there. Nothing worth staying for. All entirely effed up. All over sudden, the Target becomes so appealing, that all fear is forgotten. All over sudden, Death promises to be the ultimate solution to all the wretched crap the rich have turned this planet into.
An obvious sign of my dastardly sarcasm turned what, now? We sure would fair better as humanity/collective with a comedian in the white house. There is however only one that fits the ticket...
Don't get me wrong though, long live the arts. At least the arts that don't whore themselves out to capital and substance. Target Fascination will prevent You from looking anywhere else. For the first time, one will have no ways to look away. For the first time, the Target is given the attention it deserved all along. A very bright and wise man once said "Die before You die". He knew about the fascination with the target. It is everywhere and not just pertaining Death. In Death however, it becomes this ultimately inevitable event everybody freaks out about and tries to run away from - screaming.
Now, it may come as a pleasant surprise in all this mental infirmancy, that there is of course much more to it than meets the from allergies swollen eyes. Actually, most pleasant, despite the swollen eyes, or maybe even because of the swollen eyes?
Let me therefore carry You away, where swollen eyes won't really matter. In any way anyways, Death is a Sibling of Gravity, lives in the realm of Thermodynamics and such and is nothing it is portrayed as - in short, is a rock solid principle as far as the solidity of rock goes.
There is a Bavarian theater play in its origin and nowadays available as a masterpiece of a casual movie about Death in Bavaria. Which of course is an oddity in itself. Death in Bavaria is like Schafkopf in heaven. ('Schafkopf' being the pre-dominant card game played by every Bavarian by the age of three month). Death in Bavaria is therefore not something that just copulating happens to You. No, folks, there is much more to it. In Bavaria they are openly engaged in the cheating, or at least the attempted cheating of Death.
The play in question is called 'The Brandner Kaspar and Death' - whereas the Brandner Kaspar is a cow farmer in the Alps in Bavaria. A stretch of life that was always quite secluded via being limited to valleys that provided for useable pastures. Death for that reason had its own schedules and ways to get around. (Please refer to my other works for a more detailed description of the play). The quintessential moment lies in the meeting of Kaspar with Death - who is most aptly called the 'Boanlkrammer' (The Bonemerchant) - since he 'deals' with bones when they are scheduled for the removal of the flesh.
The Boanlkrammer tells the vehemently resisting Kaspar that it's time to go. The discussion gets loud and the Bonemerchant at one point sighs and ushers rather annoyed:
"Goddamnit! (with an apologetic glance to the above) It is always the same with these people. Those, who are supposed to go - don't want to go; and those who want to go - are not supposed to go!" Some Death appropriate curse is expressed, since Death got enough on his shovel already, to argue with a Bavarian cowboy whether his time has come or not.
Based on this slightly frivolous take on Death, the core message I got for You now, will likely sound as ludicrous as it really sounds. But after consideration of all relevant information, I can say the following with absolute certainty that will have to be disproved in order to be questioned in any way:
If You are fearful of dying, then You are most certainly not dying.
Safe the 'at all'. It is in this somewhat inverted fashion that target fascination makes so much more sense. What was done to humanity over the course of the last twenty years alone, will need some balancing act to re-instate some sort of justice. But to shamelessly and more importantly, to so without any consequences impudently setting up a fear trap for the masses that are now told that there is Death waiting for them right now - at the store. At the bank. In the bus. Death is everywhere! One time not washing hands and You are copulated. Fear, fear, fear! Boiled down to, it turns out that it is the roostersuckers that are behind this coup against the clear minded - the dull minded will succumb at the first notion of it on the 'news'.
Yes, of course! Death is everywhere and it is everything. Sounds familiar? Because it is. Death and Life are one thing. But only the dullest minds believe in the lies of the for-profit lying roostersuckers and their roostersucking owners. Although only a little investigation would reveal that nobody can know when You, or I, or anybody else goes. But IF we would be going, it wouldn't be in the coward fashion the roostersuckers are implementing on humanity. No, it's very simple, as stated above.
When the time comes for You, or I, or anything to go, we will definitely know. Without that certainty of knowledge, the roostersuckers scheme must be rejected with all might. Get out of the narrative. That's what the initial image is supposed to convey. Stop watching the official news, the official narrative. At the very best, create Your own narrative as You see fit. Nobody knows when the Bonemerchant is present in the room, or whom the bell might toll. In this precise fashion, or unfolding, fear does no longer exist. For a person that can see the target - no matter how distant - fear will be a thing/k of the past.
On a personal level, I can see the target since some time now and it has never been as fascinating as today. I am looking very much forward to get out of this preposterous ham theater called human live as directed by the copulating roostersucker class and their underlings. The smile of Death. Now I am even under the impression, that the smile of Death is reserved for those who were already ready to go in the first place. And to make that clear, one does not have to be suicidal to be 'ready to go'. It is rather a mindset that rests in the understanding that it is NOT YOU, NOR ME, NOR ANYBODY ELSE that calls the shots. The moment that is understood and accepted, the Fear of Death turns into a Liberation through Death - the ultimate Liberation from a Life despising cult where it does not pertain to their own lives.
To chisel that into the blockchain:
Mind You that it is never those, who are complaining about overpopulation, that take the first step of reducing the numbers by removing themselves from the living. It is always 'the others' that are 'too many'.
On this ultimate truth I raise my virtual glass. Thank You for Your attention.