When I was five I began going to Saturday Matinee, where the parents could drop off their kids for a few hours knowing they’re safe. I once turned down an Escapades ticket offered from my aunt. Sorry, I said. I want to see Superman. At one point in my youth I got a Howdy Doody bendable puppet almost a foot high. Not cool until I turned Howdy Doody into Superman, with a cape and now capable of doing super things which broke all the bendables in Mr. Doody’s body. Now it flopped around like a real dead sponge guy. Too real, I thought.
During this time of Superman emulation, my life was in some ways worse than Clark Kent. As an only child I pined to find my soulmate. At seventeen I thought I would die alone. My dad said to me, so, you really need a woman to live. It reminded me of Lenny Bruce on a deserted island saying, you’ll do it to mud, if it feels good.
This appears to be an actual Superman movie as opposed to the Saturday series that thrilled me when I was five, and two things happen. As spoiler I ask you to watch for the hollow earth theory and how everybody says, yeah okay. Also, note that the timing of this cheap fifties movie is out of sync with the …uh…light speed thinking of today. Hence the theory, time is speeding up.
This is a discovery for me as a fan of Superman since birth.
To me these bells have a calming aspect and only seeing the mallet and bowls as the focus seems somehow centering, also some of the lingering resonances.
Nikola Tesla, Royal Raymond Rife and John Keely, that’s John Ernst Worrel Keely….they were the experts of frequency. Tesla for everything but also a flying craft with no wings or tail, not a derigible. Whether his craft flew or not, it’s out there. Rife for his amazing microscope and proven system of frequency control over all disease. And John Keely, the rogue and considered black sheep of frequency where I think in 1896 Scientific American Magazine declared Keely as a fraud. Since then, Keely Re discoveries have been proving him correct.
Without mentioning a bunch of names, well, just one, Monsanto. I believe their slogan once was, Better Living Through Chemistry, which was cool for the sixties but now they’ve become champions of genetically modified foods.
The big problem at the moment is that governments are not regulating these products.
The packages do not say ‘contains genetically modified carrots with horse’. It says nothing. And that’s scary. That something with nothing on the label was actually something like carrots with horse genes.
Genetically modified foods is so freaky it shouldn’t involve an unsuspecting public to be guinea pig.
I know. How about an international law banning all this gm stuff.
