The Ojai Post

When Fed notes are revealed to be the worthless objects that they are, barter will be the new economy.

Food and fresh water will become money. This is not years down the road but months.

The planned take-down of the world economy by the eugenicists known as the Illuminati ("our blood's better than yours") will not stop with our little Wall Street shake-up but will continue until starvation and death by the millions is the order of the day worldwide.

Two people from Ojai showed up at the End the Fed rally in Los Angeles last weekend. The rest, it may be assumed, are still living in a Utopian dream in which the middle class continue their comfy pillage of the world's resources.

But the Federal Reserve -- only one small arm of the Illuminati -- will take Ojai down in the same way it shored Ojai up: with little green pieces of paper of varying value.

How will the new economy be sung? . . . Maybe "Dream On" by Aerosmith.

Happy Thanksgiving, Ojai.

Jock Doubleday

Milenium & Jock,
What would Harry Potter do?

doesn't look a bit like Little Whinging, thank the goddess..
not a Dursley to be seen anywhere.

hey! isn't that the blodger who hit you with the bludger?

I'm in Wisconsin for Thanks-giving, with family on a family farm on 2500+ acreas of land with a small river running through, filling lakes, marshes; dirt roads running along dikes and marshes and through woods; openness in outdoor abundance, inside many children and teens playing, love at play; also outside on the trampoline; so much family, so much love, even the deer hunting. Back to my roots. Reconnecting with old friends and family, here in western Wisconsin and also in Chicago and Detroit. "Look into my heart and you will sort of understand." Expand. Expand.

Ojai looks bigger from a distance. So much love I have there too. My home away from home. Millenium, my heart softens with your writings; so sweet, so true, so beautiful, so permanent in culture.

"Heart of the Goddess, Moon ..." I'll remember you. Only I rewrite it as "Heart of the Lover Moon." A dess God is a problem for me but let it pass. Heart of God, yes. Yes. Love is the Heart of God but so twisted, almost unrecognizable.

And Jock. Thanks. You put your body on the line again at the Fed Fortress and at Hollywood and Vine. Your outrageous outpourings of heart are appreciated. I'd change that name, though to Jack or perhaps to Jill. Jack and Jill, yah, that's it; a jack in the box and a jill out of it.

Anyway from this distance I see Oh-high with MT mountain and JD valley, or is it reversed? Two prophets among many; all important. "O-high," that's the way I see it from far away. People out here in the heartland wouldn't know really how to say Ojai. Could be lot's of ways but when I tell them "O-hi" they get it in their own way; O-high as universal sub-symbol.

High in the mountains of MT is a Jock who is actually a Jill. The heart of O-high is a womam, a moon, a valley, a nest with her pink moments of blood letting; so, so unmentionable, so repressed in our petrified cultured cult.

Ojai, Ojai, how I would have gathered you under my wings like a mother hen her chicks but you would not. On the other side of the global O-high valley is a hill city, a protrusion caused by the O valley indentation.

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how I would have gathered you to my breast and under my winds like a mother swan her chicks but you would not." Out here when I walk under the wide open sky, I see two white swans. They've been here for five years because one has a broken wing and the other won't leave without her; even through the bitter cold of winter they have survived when they should be in the warm south, like Ojai. What am I doing here with them?

Ojai, Ojai, if you only knew who you were. If you only know how to listen to your prophets. The old bibles said: "A prophet is not without honor except in her own country."

Sorry. It's not a one man show or even a two man show. It's not even about us but about her, the Lover; or the moon or the valley or the nest or the Ojai or yes, even the goddess if you look deep enough.

I feel so much joy and so much sadness when I think of O-Hi as heart of the world. Everyplace. Everywomam. Chumash O. Universal O.

Took the train out here with my son. Trains are slower and you see more up closer. Planes are fast and you actually see less although you're up higher.

Paradox. Not orthodox. Need an alternative view. Like the Post. Like MT. Like Jock. Like Ojai.

Whoops. Crossed a line only you can see. From here I can see me in Ojai. Strange. Near the northern tip of the valley in a permanently cultured garden, sort of where the clitoris would be if the valley were a vulva. Crossed a line there. Got to be careful about crossing lines; they can short circuit and cause a fire.

Be brave. Be bold. God for the Gjod. That previous sentence is sic. A terrible mistake like a terrible swift sword.

Enouogh said. Quit while I'm ahed.

Love, Dennis the Menace and Leary the Timothy from the Heartland to the Heartband drummers in a liberal park near the fountain tower; one family to another like a lover to her mother.

a river runs through..
dennis.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA0q_4CX9rI

All of us - countries, corporations and consumers - have neglected basic principles. Action has to be taken and action must be taken very soon.

Ethics - we have lost sight of an honest day's work for an honest day's pay.

Careful management - we have indulged our wants without the taxes or the prices or the cash to pay for them.

Oversight - public relations and spin have replaced disclosure and transparency; casual yet complex accounting and accommodating rating agencies left us blissfully unaware of the problems, and we revelled in our ignorance.

Hubris has replaced community responsibility as a requirement for executive positions.

American automobile executives and British bankers have been unable to form their lips into an apology.

Management prefers to hold onto private corporate jets rather than push for fuel efficiency standards.

Yet their institutions lie in ruins and the rest of us are left feeling embarrassed for them.

Their customers worry that their savings or their working capital will just vanish, their mortgage will be transferred to a new institution they have never heard of.

Their employees wonder which of their colleagues - or they themselves - will be unemployed in the coming week, with bleak prospects for working again anytime soon.

Where is the shame of those who only months earlier boasted of ever increasing profits, of ever more clever products, of ever easier loans?

Remaining credit

The US automakers may be the worst of the lot, so far.

New York ran into trouble during the 1970s

Years of incompetence and now manoeuvring in the halls of Congress for a massive bailout.

Management prefers to hold onto private corporate jets rather than push for fuel efficiency standards to make their products more competitive.

Union members would rather hold onto their gold-plated pensions for life than to save their companies.

Why should taxpayers help those who have so frequently refused to accept responsibility themselves?

If the US government uses up its remaining credit to help the auto industry carry on as usual, who will lend the country the money to repair its bridges, build its power stations, clean its water, fuel its navy?

Slow revival

Thirty years ago, New York City found itself in a position similar to GM, Ford and Chrysler today.

They asked Washington for help. The government refused.

The Daily News summed it up in its front page headline - Ford to City: Drop Dead

Instead New York balanced its budget, taxed itself, reduced hiring, negotiated better labour contracts and gradually worked itself back to fiscal health.

It took more than 10 years.

Take responsibility

This era of struggle may last as long.

Until we can be generous in accepting fault for our predicament, we will have difficulty dropping our suspicions about others so that we can get on with repairing the damage.

Unless action is taken soon, we can only see a long time of difficult and very onerous problems continuing.

Could be one or two years.

It is therefore essential that management must take a firm look at it's problems and accept its faults and redeem them.

A lot of talk and a lot of words have been written.

But in the end action has to be taken and action must be taken very soon if we are not going to see this stretched out over many years.

BBC -- 1 December 2008

Comment #6: WHO ARE YOU? You are brilliant and hilarious and remind me of my darling EL-A (who I am again missing terribly) witty, and funny and succinct and completely tweaked! Perfectly FUNNY!!! The perfect blogger

I agree. Anonymi, brilliant. I felt joy listening and watching; a good sign.

The visual seemed to show an illuminati triangle, the male reverse of the sacred vulva standard heart shape.

The Rothschild quote? Who is the actual author of that?

Here in Wisconsin it is 20 degrees F. with a blanket of snow on the ground. So beautiful.

I continue to shovel snow through the conspiracy theories. Trying to follow the heart.

Need to check out the recent post about finances on the Post. Ah, the heart of darkness.

I feel joy and sadness. Went to the local Catholic church for Mass with my relatives. So much love shining through the old, outdated forms. Had beautiful art on Mary, Mother of God (isn't that incredible?) and St. Francis (with his Song of the Sun or to the Creatures, first great Italian poem?).

Have to give over this computer. Love, Dennis

Ok Leary, I do have a soft spot in my heart for you - but please...just stop with the BS and maybe we can even be friends...wouldn't you rather have friends then a head full of nonsense?? So here's my song to you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vctovhDQv8&feature=related

Until "we are all" fed and clothed and housed and aknowledged/have knowledge...not one of us is uniting the human race for a sustainable future. Until we can cooperate in intense togethreness we cannot be sustainable, nor can our earth be sustainable. Change our agreemnt from money to giving each other/everyone abundance and we are cooperating and creating a sustainble, and manageable bliss for all life.

whoa D&D.. clearly you two were meant for each other.

and 'tis a good thing, as we have all arrived together at this prophecied time of emptyheads.. of empty words.. neither rhyme nor reason..

of a rudderless ship.. pirates gutting our trillions of worthless cash.. partying like there is no tomorrow..

as there is not.. no yesterday, no tomorrow..

the history long awaited now having arrived..

someday has come..

en la'kech, Tevin,

Dennis, Dvorah, 'SomeDay', all!

it is an honor beyond words, only for the light of
eyes, for us to be of service at this time of the
come-together of all times, all peoples, all tribes,
all ancestors, all spirits.

to be one with family, at the collapse of the pyramid,
and the ascension of human-spirit-kind!

this arrival of laughter and Sun and Song.

that we may share together, hand-in-hand, bicycling
amongst our neighbors, sowing seeds together, and
manifest our own 42 Judgements of Maat, 613 Mitzvot
of the Ancestors -- and say "these are the colours,
these are the harmonies, these songs, these prayers --
together -- make up the WHOLE of Our/Her loving
mindfulness."

Her creation, become Our creation.

Healing Mother Earth,
with and for all our sacred relations,

Millennium Twain

Millenium - If you could just write like that ALL THE TIME- instead the goobly-gop you usually preach you might make more friends toooo!

Jct: You can't have a "sacred local economy" if you don't have a working "sacred local currency" to trade with.
U.S. Treasury Greenbacks to pay for new projects (collateral backing up the chips) would do the job fine or small denomination state bonds.

I sit in my other sister's beautiful home overlooking the Wisconsin River, the little sister river to the Mighty Mississippi not far away; about two football fields wide, frozen over but to thaw with the slow current and sunshine.

Joy. Joy I feel from my home away from home: OHigh, waking up to fulfil her destiny; small and beautiful. All roads lead to her now through the net, like a Rome of old only in reverse, seven valleys for seven hills.

Love, love all around. Lovepain, lovepain all around my brain.

spk, you're brilliant in yourld; one of OHi's stars. I understand how you can't understand the language of the second thread. Mental dissonance on the surface but love down below.

Devorah, I forgive myself for judging you according to the laws of patrimosity. You're mindfulness mindlessness is brilliant; part of the new language that spk notes; the second thread linking with the first; poetry and economics.

Who put that "What are they doing to my song?" Tuned in to the max. Ohi. What have they done to my town?

New language and new culture. Look at it being formed right here in virtual (power) O'I.

Todd. So clear. So perceptive. Why did he move? Couldn't take the heat? O-hi has extremes of temps--tends to crack houses.

Ray and Barbara doing "What have they done to my song?" Something is happening in iOjai and I don't know what it is.

A mixtum compositum. She looks bigger from a distance.

If you don't know Chumash, at least you can learn Omash; like, right here.

D&D? Thanks for the compliment. I also miss El. Where does the -A come from. El is masculine but feels feminine.

What else? What else? There's something on the tip of my heart.

Money. Quick. Money is like a game ball; it's neutral, doesn't care who wins. Money is just, or should be a just medium of exchange. Depends on trust, a stable community of shared values. Right now the values are corrupt, shitsunk in the muck and mire, sugared over with shit-brown. But money itself doesn't care; it could be so beautiful like the original greenbacks which were burned at the stake by the gangster mobsters in coats and ties.

Sorry.

It's a sorry world after all. MT is a short Mountain. Mountains around Ojai to hold up the OhHigh Valley, like a cup to the sky. My heart overflows but my face is sad for all the suffering.

Yes, Devorah, it is meaningless but it that statement in itself is meaningful. Don't misunderstand. It's brilliant. You are an important voice of Ohi and glad you've come out but where is El when we need her.

Who else? Who are those anonymi? Those silent watchers. Haven't quite found their voice.

If MT is a mountain, is Jock a valley?

I don't know. Going to Detroit next on the train. Isn't that where they make the cars or used to? Also Motown where they make the music.

I can't help it. I was born this way. Not everyone can be a Todd or an spk or a Tyler or a evan or nasse or a anonymous or a widders or a becker or an L-Tor or an El for that matter. I'm spinning as you can see. Like a top. Like spin the bottle; where will it stop? Than what? Kiss or tell.

I wasn't always this way. Used to be quiet; seen not heard.

This incomprehensible thread is "Heart of the Goddess, Moon..." What is that? Oh, yes. Mt. The Heart is a symbol of womam's vulva, red and triangular. Patriarchy tipped it over to an illuminati triangular eye; the great rebellion blamed on woman, ironic and destructive. OhHigh is a valley, womam, moon, nest; supported by mountain men like Tyler, Mt, Jock, Todd, spk, anonymous, anonymi, Howard, Sue as in a man's name. Relax I'm just trying to wear down your mind and then slip in that meaningless devorah meaningfulness. New language. New culture to replace the patriliary cult of money-luster.

O high. I'm high on O hi. Flying high. Dreamt last night of falling into a river almost, put up a shovel for a womam to pull me out before I went under. Oh high. Oh high.
Oh, sigh; I'm in love with you.

Economics. Why come to O High at all unless to feel a real town with real people. Forget the marketing waste; just be real whatever that is. Don't listen to me; I'm not here. Better yet, take Dennis the Menace as an example of what not to do.

Geez. I can't see my knees at this machine. I can see the River though, like parallel universes; parallel Ohighs. There could be only one Ojai spelled that way and even if someone got that they'd probably miss the pronunication.

Uncle Timothy was smarter but really dumber about freezing his brain. What an idiot.

Stream of consciousness. It's meaningless really. Dv is right on that.

Sorry. Now I feel guilty for wasting all this space and time. Should have put it on LOVE, La Ojai Valley Epost. Apologies to all. There, I've confessed; no need to confess again.

I'm crazy. I'm a fool. There, I just contradicted myself and confessed again. Guess I'm a liar too. What will I be when I grow up? I'll be 69 in eight days. Wonder if I'll make 96. Imagine. 27 more years of posting like this.

Got to stop before I go over the deep end. Drive to Wausau, then back to Tomah, to Chicao and to Detroit; all the while never leaving Oh Valley High.

Love, Denise and Dennis

Dennis,

I looked up yesterday's BBC article, shallow global 'moralizing' hypocrisy by 'Sir-Cointel' Evelyn de Rothschild --

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7754768.stm

it's generating quite a storm of worldwide reaction ...
resentment at their sick disinfo orchestrating global slavery.

reminds me of how lifetime caste/slavery has been maintained in India through the (mis-?) quotings of the Rig Veda ...

"The Runa Vimochana Stotram is contained in the Nrusimha Purana. Every individual incurs three kinds of debt at birth. These are Deva Runa (debt to the Devas), Rishi Runa (debt to Rishis) and Pitru Runa (debt to ones ancestors).

"The debt could be explained also as the debt of Karma, which we have to get rid off to attain salvation. These are repaid by offering aahuti in Yagas, performing Veda Adhyayanam under great masters (sages), and performing Tarpana and Shradda, respectively.

"However, these debts are so great that they cannot be repaid in one's lifetime. The Runa referred to in this Stotra is also the bondage arising from ones Karma on account of Samsaric association. The Runa Vimochana Stotram extols the munificent grace of Sri Bhagavan Nrusimha, as a result of which an individual is absolved of these debts. "

Thanks for the reference. This BBC article purportedly from a Rothschild is just too weird. I'll read it again tomorrow when my mind is fresher.

I'm in a weird state of mind myself. Is it wierd? Or wired?

I just wrote a flashing piece on La Ojai Valley Epost blogstream. Just too sensitive and embarrassing for here. If anyone is interested I suppose she or he might search. That's what I do but I'm not her or he, not yet.

Interesting discussion on the other thread. Interesting game. Can the system be saved? We'll see. I hope not but then again I don't want people hurt anymore than they are.

Keep up the good work. Time is short and appears to be accelerating. What an end game. Could go down to the wire. Or just be a blowout or a letdown.

I'm learning by the minute; thanks in part to threads like this and others like that other one. I'm hanging in there, by a thread.

Cut the thread and see what happens...

the Man Who Planted Trees, animation added..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSlN_4ZGE38