Well that [innix]..

 worked

As did....that

But that really was 'letting go' ...all the way

Tomorrow, it reboots...  Puss in them of course,

And set on course

That wonderful year

 ehh the two before that wonderful one

The Year of The Wuss

And bambi.

 To be begun.

Now.

" i so so so care about..."

 Me i don't care about humour.

As the "chix" have had thrown at them  - a daily dose of 'organic'

creativity

(one said " wow that IS good") 

Baron Cohen over the line.

But there is one area of humour that once cannot get into

Unless.... Mister BC as Person of The Book

Can and did... candidly check the rudest joke book at his own 'peeps' ever.

But if one were, a superwoman, beyond all confected hurt and 

periodical moanin'

If one was that (she has  a name! but i am so  click-ruthless when i want to be, 

no good due her apostrophe) 

My heroine.

My creation, Frankie babe

(inspired by her the " fuck my cancer Kraut, met in the Worst Place in The World, on the worst daytoo... told me eye to eye - so close i could see the pack of fags hidden in her brestpocket smocky thing... and just dipped my greasy fingers in ..uninvited

 "first they chopped off my boobs, and were adamant: 'worse than cancer... 

no boobs will headfuck you so so End Times ,,,life over no more the dancer

' ok well cut out half your back and sew it across all your front' 

no.. a few months later that didnt work,

my bumfat next

peeled like a big fat pateater.... 

nope .... by the time Im on operation thirty Too

my body  more Frankie than him and hertoo

I just said no more fuck you 

Let It  Be,

 six months of living death you say left to go... 

so what.... 

and now its year three") 

living on, my little van and  hissy sis... to the sunset we go!)

But Simone....  is NOT Frances McDormand's evil forgery

of vanbabes all moanin pity pity me

Nomadland ... the comedy

Except.... if Simone and 'HER' Babs... 

Are beyond any doubt,

what a hardfisted woman would should and will shout.

Environment, simple livin' indeed the answer to Fatch

The ultimate role model, i can hatch

Well......  just like B-C ... 

and unlike me

'her' jokes, could go into uncharted territory...

(copy right me, but ....

 that would be telling, )

and i must never,   even cheep, from under the hems

of the uncaged freerange perfect foxpproof  

mummie hens

 

reprise comming up

Even if i have to go back four years

That 'message in a bottle'  and that bottle 

The peak of my personal 'bottle';  In came Godzilla,

   and i shook his hand.

But five years.

Magnificent sub-odyssey

All the same day after dull day.

It isn't me, but her i feel sorry for.

" sweats....i can't let your or our girls proof read this... 

sorry i did mean what i said and

i do know mean what you say the ONLY 

parenting advice /rule, cure for 'adhd' 

and every other suffered parent-allergy

But  don't ask me why or what planet she is from

page one

Her heroine.. i did a look up to double check 

there is no conceivable way that it could be nicely construed

Her starlet  Candida, 

manuscript censored, too rude.. "

"So is it a scratch and sniff then.."

Only a suoersexy uktra foxy

woman can ask 

when her husband is ...and drives a Godzilla  sized tractor

too.  

  

Or indeed, revenge.

Not a word i need, ever, forever

Unless..... it may be mutually benefit

Not me, them..

" cluck cluck cluck" to Simone, mother hen.

 

So, now.... i 'get' it (how to actually be 'hate' ed..)

Never forget

Lest we never do

Their End Times 

Every time

rain or shine

*

 What a 'meeting' ... real eye to eye.

Real.... 

'ajacent'  their loony bin... 

" prey fine walkers** what is that ..i love the shabbiness and the covered in greenery?"

They not me, to " looks like a home for the loonies of the land"  get risque and jokes about carting off...

But as soon as one makes gonzo conversation about any other 'disability', 

as always dotted with politeness and charmy ice breaking white lies " you two have a long way to go but past fifty.."

To the fat thing that looks seventy for her  sixty

Down it comes..i had no idea just how auto didact

idiot savant

rote  unthinking

"you can't say that,  i find that offensive, i have a disabled son.."

IN a conversation notional and universal

About how the sea, full of Prozac pee, 

and poison for every made up itch and and dog flea

[ immutable! peanut allergy] 

Actually only for one generation

SO well we were doin' aside 

the same-side of the fence seperatin' 'us' from 'them' 

yoga robed and Dry Robe heaven 

( " a drink in theres a tenner a pint you go in and see if it ain't)

 

Tht's what it is. 

For all the fat waddlin fuzziheaded mutable ugliness

Thrid chinflap and careless teeth regime

The millisecond they  superpower-sense

that your Monty python Mayallesque riff

sits atop the fence

 between their cage and common sense

Hair trigger,

highlights only

they hear one word only

to which " i take offence"

However.... there has never been even in the time of Socrates' 

or  rather Odysseus, an actual woman  acceptant bloke

accept mischief, even high jinks

And hear her poison trap, in their default non-word

.. he never even any more blinks.

Nor breaks his rhythm, 

parallel page hymnsheet 

theirs one endless self pitying ctaechism

   

* one  - the last one yesteraft, of a series of many

** I am very polite and would never say a fat waddler goosiper is just that

At last...

 kairosy things cometh 

at the timeth

when THEY are oven-'ready'

and i tell my cheapskate cheapseats readers, first, as I am at least loyal.

Before i even share it with her.

It came: She has a name, far more her than CB or BJ...:  Babs....etymology, a true life affirming movie of a moral tale, whether it be stewed, shmanically  alchemised in the fires of Hades that manifests itself by mahgic despite the price of gas;  with the sweat of Croatianbbqd  babas as a piquant sauce...  so perfectly twisted around into, of course she didn't take the cash, she gave it away, to the sourest pusses of them all.... her own sweet way. That worked. And she made even them the bigtroixes...smile...

a derivation of, Babette...  (i can even remember the spelling without looking it us, that is what the perfect culture ...does...  except i would have had them - the rent asunder once beloveds, eating each other for desert even rather past their sell by date. There being no other more lofty honourable and pure best-philosophical platonic ending of any movie ever....we do LEARN from it...for life)

 

On jumping... 

i have so so many little bits left out as it takes much longer to sort the bits than splurge larger chunks and as the smaller bits are ten times more chunky do come back ...

But really... Substack on what mode of death to enter is all you really do need to know... and it doesn't take a 'shaman' to see the future, i know what it is as i do the hard work figuring the actual real version

Why to jump over the cliff? If over fifty; especially if childless.

 The actual 'good news': I doubt there has ever been a time (decade) when only a fool  - fifty plus, wishes they were younger. .... but it's not the youngsters' fault... 

I am sane. Another reason to add to part 2 is that they WERE blocking uploads of more than one hour. So I made part 1 as intro and was going to stick a link to part 2 in filestore as it is longer than one hour. But....now... it does allow the larger upload... and Substack were meant to be the one grown up do-what-they-say tech platform...

time to jump over the cliff...

substack audio part 1

Why to jump over the cliff? If over fifty; especially if childless. Or..... pt 1 of 2 (SEE NOTE AT LINK BELOW)

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/why-to-jump-over-the-cliff-if-over-cdf?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

substack audio part 2 

Why to jump over the cliff? If over fifty; especially if childless. Or..... pt 2 of 2 

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/why-to-jump-over-the-cliff-if-over?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

They're all ...

liars....

fuck off back into your dreary Cave.... 

If the world knew how he stole her... fourty years ago...

The one great white hope.... (sleepin with a gun under her Newton N Cal pillow..)

Whom,  with her hillbilly sister knew what culture was for...

(at last someone speaks intelligently, after several years of self aggrandising bullshit " well i went for a long walk across Afghanistan so i know more than you" ... oh yes Rory .. that's a fuckin' miracle... to actually do the WORK: . " i read Hillbilly twice... on the second  go i realised he was writing about the exact grotesque grotesquerate he was going to become....  as if he had 'second sight' every word became true....")

yes to escape Bullneck Hicksville where they show off by (i shall never forget) the big pickup stops in front of us and out gets the gunman and shoots the snake that wasn't even in his way... just to show he can.

Except ... you must know the good culture, that worked. Mocking"bird"...... The Southerner...  [1945]..  even Yentil and The way We were... 

And then ...she....went and got, him

The greatest liar of this and the last century,  in that he must have believed in one of them intervening,  as if he didn't he would have actually intervened himself parentally with  his own boys in such a way that two werent dead before they got to be men...

By example 

Mind you...  as with all Yanks or certainly 99.999% with a  weird  masochistic death wish, wishing the end times come while they're alive - i mean the non sky faerie lot...  the ultimate success and proof of their deity is that for him to have snook her   the one great hope  into his dark and damp Cave...  is a superpower I would never have imagined possible

They don't emerge, ever, into the light once they're been Nicked...  

Anyway thing is... someone needs to write the bible on how the interventionist god lot, only intervene in one matter, which is how they desperately require ... you to believe their painted on smile comes from above, and is real........  when they do not one thing  ever to earn anything down here on this earth now....  by any real gentle 'intervention' in respect of 'justice' or just "community" which are tennets one and two...

Nor did they.... fifteen years.... often enough asked ...subtly

 'zen' and New Year resolution to not be stuck  in the silly title thing where one's self important little thought is deified into  something deserving a larger font and bit o' bold. 

Though so little shared lexicon makes it almost impossible to share anything with anyone - methinks that's what this awful 'party people' thing gobblin all those pills for years means you can't see straight to read even one fine smallish book

Never mind speak of one of the finest - all the fat mygeneration forgot was once our bible

With that extraordinary artwork on the front cover which still brings something saying something real to my splendid mind... fourty years on.In a  land where not that many bothered with that pollutin' and poisonin' facepaint.. they had better things to do.

 

   Such as come to terms with death - almost every snivvely twentty year old i knew kindof knew it was a 'responsibility' and in doing so maybe that's how you learn to live...

Now.. at dusk in the most evil of all "theme parks" ( being reminded it is the same in German..) even if she hasn't even heard of her perfect little bible from her compatriot who did know 'zen' and put it rather well in his Sid

Funny thing you could almost plot the rise of the Fourth Reich by witch i mean the witchcraft vudu  in the British or yank editions that were spawned with pictures of smiling  soma munchers on the front 

rather than the fine ascetic original cover.

Plan and SIMPLE

because that is exactly what the finest 'zen' or finding peace book is about - no guru or preacher or even fancy second sight babe, has the answer, ever...  the answer is just being a humble nobody 

And meaning it. (i can beat  - lasterautumn pictures soon, of a life as a deplorably untouchable... which arent fake smiley as if you know you made the right choice all the shit just washes off no matter what) 

Anyway that's in book 2...  long overdue

But i had no idea i would find in theme park central not only the best zenny/mindful of them all  - indeed  a rare real unpainted "bird" who also gets every moment of living IN the moment ...

In her migratory very small van " so let me ask you one question ...about condensation"

" so... that is a philosophical question i have to start with the real philosophical discourse on how this land went ill... and mad... ALL MEN will sermon on ways to stop it...to make THEM look good my my they go on for hours.... they cannot admit in their neurotic little control freak states, that you cannot.. control it... you have the first type that dribbles from the roof and makes you uncomfortable ..unless you learn to ignore it and just put all your diaries in plastic pouches.. the second they think they can stop ...with layers of expensive layering... treatments... spaceage paints... but you cannot ever... somewhere one little dribble always finds its way to the floor or into some unseen crack...and will rust ... they deny  but it is reality...  a rather good parable for why you should run away back to safety of over there..."

"lets get back to you.... your smile isn't painted on.. your moment is NOW....  your bounce is full power and funny...   i can tell... i have fairly good fake-radar by now especially down here it is for tuning that second sight up to full gain..

"  so tell me the story of.... after all those cancer operations and choppin' bits off to stick' em over the gone tits... and failed operations and second attempts at choppin bumbits to stick over the titbits...   and when you just decided to let go 'lean in' to the three months left to live....  no more  weedkiller pills and choppin'..no more 'medicine'  no more cares in the world...  just ... every day a new one,   worry free... your lad, too, off on his worldly way, did your best, free....I have never met the REAL thing... ever.... but there is one last duty, responsibility, care... duty to him if you ever can, as i know it just doesn't exist: you do need to write THE book... of you... sleeping perfectly every night through so many death sentences..

"funny jokes who wone the war...   and as i found Krauts can STILL laugh at themselves, Brits no more ...  you alone really do have the whole damn thing licked... How To actually Live...no matter what .. frig if i had found your unwritten book a couple of Homeric cycles ago i wouldnt have really  believed it... silly arrogant English we all are/ mewas...   but if i had taken in only half well it would have just maybe been the remedy....  to every false word on ...spirit... all i ever hear..."

Pride...and thorns....

 (the yoof of today, blesserrr... cannot take even in the toe 

without off to whorespittle we must go.... 

despite the body bein' designed to spit em out....

eventually) 

I bet they had a good dad-lad(s) evolution....

growth... up.

To adult. Only they don't take things to heart..

or have them.

And get even better  as old gits.....

The other 297 million.... only know how to self-pity moan even moanier...

*

At least some of them went out with a good poetical big  bang... 

* the meaning of life: when you've spent plenty of time meandering the cliff edge .. metaphorical and real.... " as long as..... it's temptin'.... but never Let It Be... your oldgit themesong.... ever ... even if you know it is..."  and then, for some impossible to understand alchemic not-on-the-mindfulness-menu.. weird turn of non events.... it isn't. 

Kairos: Eccles three in one word, and there's a time to... live, or die, (they're so dead)....

 And if the former

My ohh my it'll be lovely and ...deserted

4th July..... 

most of Pastyshire will be off to see their most unentertaining  other half of this la la land duet the worst songwriters in history just copy cats of a slightly better foursome, once...

Sat next to an actual wordsmith, it puts it all in perspective... the utter artlessness... 

Only surprise he doesn't have his stuck on cool 'shaders'.... 

Irrelevant, other than all in this humourless Flatland... is only ever entertainment.

And if you can't beat 'em join em'

As lpong as you can still do...that*...

* all  nations - only ever a cultural construct despite the drivel if i hear one more time " us ..Pasties Welsh Scots and Manx  are different...celts don't you know...  well I've lived on the Isle of Man... basically think a s fetid polyester trainer clad old sock...in a Midlands Borstal....   

all civilsed cultures have a jolly good siesta ... and two glorious new day's in one... 

The ACTUAL "dance"

 I realised years ago - in fact about 13, that all this 'title' business, of 'post' or essay or waffle or whatever next, was always the really rather pathetic small stage, for a so conformist 'dance' or confined 'performance' and being confined, limited, the performer thinks the title is critical.

The en...titled...

I know what a REAL dance is - a free, truly let-go dance...  all the way. 

In fact REAL dance,. really... is the opposite of free-movement - wild expression ...it is defined by the necessity to conserve 'energy'...

'Dance'   

 dance..is really just something of townies confined in towns. or cities..

Or wild tribes on ye olden days in an entirely different paradigm.

All the so called 'indigenous'  publicisers  - fakes one and all, i bet they wont turn down a bush pilot lift to some tribe who mainly would bbq him for his return ticket if they knew about all the 'goodies'  in the great outdoors, indoors..

35 minutes in i've done that... to eat. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6akiT36NU8&ab_channel=SherwayAcademyofMusic

  

But they don't tell you it is a DANCE... so many levers and switches to fidd;le with to get it all exactly... exactly! right.... or you die...every smallest movement, especially if alone in the middle of the night and only coffee and rollies to keep you alive... so that requires even more of a balancin' act  drink/smoke/fly...   listen [for the sound of fuel running low]...  smell..[ for the smell of some bearing goin' wonky... ]  

All senses all and every ,moment of ones movements thought through split second for maximum conservation of'''energy' and also double-pondered if one may hurt oneself..

that coffee spilled on the lap.. no time to flush it with cold water and dull the pain..

now.. that is one dance...(saint Exuperry failed to bring you)

But an even more poetically necessary and cliff edge dance is...well these are connected: 

Firstly when there is so little real help available working in rural lands (see my real story maybe a week ago - they all just run off to do IT for 'show') .. just to get the trees  cleared and 'processed' (all the towny girls obsessed with processing their sick minds.. even the rural lasses caught that illness too)

  well, over time  one develops an even more enjoyable dance...  sawing chopping moving... rebuilding... covering damp wood with panes of reclaimed glass.... 

day after day week after week... 

the only way you get through is speeding up the whole operation.... by lightweight footwear and dance workstation to next station..

fast

'flow'.... 

Not some dilettante hobby...  some actual real life, to prologue ones real grown up life...

But then there is the even more grown up dance, to the death...

( a slow one).

To actually achieve any 'justice' or 'cause' -  the best ones being a little for oneself and a little for the 'common good...'

Then the 'dance' becomes a whole chorus line where every tippy toe step has to be choreographed sometimes days ahead ..

to squeeze or even kick every last joule..or micro-joule if they exist... never mind every half a penny... out of every day, just to keep... on track

  ten pence in the pocket only as so many times before but i don't mind saving 3 million quids worth of fat Tory ...development that would have frightened the " birds" of titley Pool...

https://titleyscheme.blogspot.com/ many hundreds, thousands of hours behind the (webpage0 of derring do....  miraculous success, too...

when i though only danger...to onseself..

Every smallest microburst of energy must be calculated for actual REAL 'ife'....surviving it

in other words not 'dilettante'.. 

But then the last 'dance'

 of that 'tradition' 

or even revolutionising mere prancin

around. 

July Auguest sept '22

 

thirty... quite random but thirty 'good burghers' approached on foot

or bike

some known for years .. even slightly like

Rivers Wye arrow lugg.. Teme... 

" LIbdem Lucy rolling out in Horrorford one of these...  https://helfordriveraction.blogspot.com/

said to me we can copy if we want... 

should

wheels dont need reinventin'

how about one at your Bend in The river

but it will have to be you..

or at least youtoo.."

The smiles the effervescent " wow what a fantastic idea... yes i am in.."

But guesss what

Even i was amazed at the death rate, of sanity: 100%

'people pleasing' ... 

only lying.

three months of [working for food and vancash] .. earnings lost once again

but priceless. when it comes to actual true stories of the 'land'.. every word recorded

thats called dual purpose.

iF they do that's moral ethical and adhering to a good oldschool credo

if they don't.. it is real gold, too... not fools.

i'm not entirely thick...

Indeed REAL dancin' one becomes so wonderfully supple... almost impossible to wound

Roll deftly around the punches or man traps

i'm always on solid ground

defined by you make it yourself, first

No one else ever will.

why theyre all so addicted to being 'ill' 

(companera agrees and she's ten times posher than me)

anyway...  the ultimate dance once more

last gasp... last everything certainly last time

meanwhile

I bet theyre all doing the work to sign up for this though

https://www.facebook.com/LeighDayLaw/videos/983543133117973/?app=fbl

(every single word here since christmas actually since before...first draft scrappy mess ...powered by ...xxx

 why did she say " hate.".? "there is so much hate in Gweek.." i almost sniggered at the rather vain silly wordification.... 

not me i wouldnt have said that...as i only have actual pity...  empathy.... 

(never mind i have never encountered hate in my life and i have bushpiloted around warzones.... a bit... on the side of the angels... well thats what they TOLD me goin' to Yugoslavia first time.. tellin' them i am only ever pacifist and right and wrong is usually fairly clear once you learn what love for childrfen is even someone elses....

.... i have only encountered confusion  remiss parenting .. ignorance thinking Pretty Woman is a documentary... [ the finest Pole ever 2 years ago  - a true philosopher only age 30.. city London banker's legal slave...she laughed and said bang on Mister..].  and bein' too stupid to see beyond the avarice of television ..EVERYWHERE even in 'indigenous; places...fourty years ago in fact 45....) 

 its not hate its just  boredom as they don't know what  living or being alive means...

especially in the Gweeks Hays  and all the so many wannabe's...

and  they're too busy performing being alive... performing only for show

and it  - living....certainly is the exact opposite of dilettante

anyway i know what 'free' means and ive never been anything like as free - ALL 'duties' done....  as the truth is one ...silly 30-years-behind us former sovs I am not quite sure understand.... secrets.. onion layers....just use energy which can otherwise be used to....dance....proper.. the real one, only adults can do...always... once they understand ACTUAL philosophy.

)

Are there ANY [innix] wise "birds" left though....

Reprise

Maybe it only liked me... alone

****

many little clips to put in especially as its definitely the END

times.... the way the Chrets ghost you....

they were meant to be grown ups.. no hope

All these Mumbo men-boys of the ...

PS .. i hate hate hate too short,  even if wonderful talks. 

 everyone always in a hurry...

( neruda said " a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking for an hour")

My own 'art' really became artful or poetical use of words ( saudade a portuguese word is my favourite.. the online definitions are incorrect) i care about them

B genius ONLY of words, also

anyway i was thinking of our talking and i  said 

" the [local] art is... decadent" 

but i was thinking later that  was the wrong word.

'decadent' would  in fact be in a way interesting....

something worse 🤣... than 'decadent' is:  flat...one dimensional...

i think thats what happened, its all become so ...flat

i want to find ways myself to somehow  bring more dimensions back to the stuff...

hard, but worth the effort 

( we need a 'collective' ) 

the most beautiful face i have ever seen... 2017... i wept at the utter perfection

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/04/not-for-tourists.html?m=1

THE END

...I am a 'completist...

job done

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

back to the future.

At last....a rainy afternoon - long planning to catch up  - i tried to stay 'awake'   

Now, what is the 'problem'? apart from the fact they even said "Soma" / Huxley.... eyes bright and as if it's a good thing!

God almighty that was a parable - warning.... munch it and your get eaten !!  or even worse....

Can't THINK for yourself 

Indeed a perfect example of words have two meanings, all fairly OBVIOUSLY allegory for not very nice people with malign intent come along and figure new ways to try and enslave...

But here is the real problem: I have read and then listened to these 'development's over 53 years...I can follow almost every word. Even if all that really ever happens is now men on the scene trying to rapidly out man the last ones even faster (physics at least it is accepted, "stuck for 40 years"...wonderful, who needs physics when life is so curiously energised - especially when one cannot fathom why one is blocked... 

It gives me a weird little kind of extra 'creative' kick... and i am not a masochist and know that rule 1 is dont waste anyone's time especially my own. and gave up 'substances' 35 years ago when you grow up...about 25... 

But what's the 'problem' ? .... Even the awful onne  drip of dimensional Wendel Berry got to a 'truth' of "what the poet needs is for the worst thing in the world to happen,. and survive it.." 

We don't even vaguely understand the clear minded mind...

And they almost make it compulsory to sup the psychoactive alkaloids, including DMT

In fact we have a new word the Psychomads or something i forget ...oh yes psychonauts

Thing is.... I just know the greatest ever head trip of all is with a clear head, enduring hell... it makes one so  curiously 'mediative' in a good way eventually... you do kindof 'see' everything  though second sight doesn't exist as there's no predicting anyone in this land ever again...

I must further 'critique' the above...

BUt when you have ultra great zen you always wake up with the first light and get a mindful of it and it sure washes away the sad mad nonsense i do believe everyone is stuck in like swampmud... and 'energy' crystal clear as every day is a new day

Well... dialing up laughing boys above  ... with their psychoactive alkaloids, including DMT   

P.A.I.D for, high... or rather low down for many hours bent over the bog...i know cannot beat anything ever as add on to that natural way of knowing full well this has only ever been a mad fringe hobby ..i mean i bet there were'nt many Yahoo plants in the Arctic or Tundra or even Scotland... they had great minds too...

In fact began The Enlightenment by...hard long work, fighting the rote... unthinking

(NBETTER CRITIQUE TO COME MY BRAIN NEVER WORKS AT NIGHT ..as i use it to know better worlds during the day...

these cowboys - i am quite sure mainly childless, don't know what 'enlightened' means never mind aware: rule 2  reading others private correspondence or phone messages NEVER EVER ends well... as one silly pretend woman i used to know of course didnt as all she can do is bullshit... found to her cost, and will pay the price all her life, of breeding with a  child-man...

rule 3 never cover up an artisans advert especially if in the place where they boast most of all of "community"

rule 4 the science says .. yes in all this and DOnald Hoffman simulation conscious agent theorey - i like too, we are able to do repeatable real science here in this unhologram....that whoremoans all that gooey stuff inc  adrenalin cortisol are far healthier - the alchemic mix is measurably less damaging to the standard body .. most are .... if you snuggle up next to another human most nights

thats what 'NATURE' evolved us to be.. indeed argualbly it is not 'a' "human"  - twatomised or otherwise, but several at once  - indivisible....as that is the 'natural' state, the science says.. (but theres no medicine money in THAT is there)

That...just understanding some basic rules .. called 'morality' in the oldschool days... does make you 'happy.... why no one is any more and they need mind altering universe-next-door escapism strategies..

Never mind those rules and a few others have served well for centuries...indeed likely since the beginning of civilisation... 

this one - their escapism... endlessly fascinates me ... and i know string theory too..is likely nonsense as it's inventor said so in the glorious year of nothing-changed except silly men invented more really quite dubious reasoning on computers,,,

(hint, may this be how they think they will bag the girls? seems a bit suspicious to me.... poor them - the men that is...  i never met a vudu babe that isn't still only a child inside...)

sending a life grappling with and imagining with a clear head ones own best version of oneself and values.... and how to use them for good with AN Other is the hardest metaphysical thing there is....why it is REAL "human" and not fairy tales on drugs.. it creates real esteem..if you can. Not maybe universes or realities...

But i care i need to improve edit and somehow get these into something real...

I care people waste their time on this ever more smart Alec word-salad..i can plot the growing of every slug munched leaf... and i know what actual 'philosophy' means..i did some audios on it yesteraft too...

 

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/04/mindfulness-solution.html

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/04/zen-is.html

There are some good 'pansych' speakers

but many many bad, and a load of thieves... infotainment lists soon... was my winter gigglin.

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/good-mumbo-jumbo.html 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/good-mumbo-jumbo.html

problem is the ponzi scheme  just grows and grows.... why of  course so does the obvious sour unhappiness

Now..i have so much to catch up on especially since I ..

 have 'pledged'  to the only one who matters 

what is commitment.

But bugger me they're all certainly going to be even more sleepless 

in the battle

 to ..? 

Fakebook  even actually eating messages you (about three times a year only ever its so toxic viperous snakey fakery land)

spend your two hour allocation of morning battery on...

Not surprising that...

to be cont

But even her.... chief baby newshaman...

lasteraft

(cos she realised Buddhism was a con too....and she is rich and visciously lethally mother hen control freak... what happens when you dont have any: kids)

I dont hold her hocus pocus against her and eulogised for at least ten minutes upon the only HOPE

" i was a little bored and lonely three years ago Aberdovey.... a sort of pilgrimage never been back since... last time i was there with thirteen years prior.. ....someone else...  ...  anyway lonely.. in a charity shop absolutely nothing as  it is a Welsh one except Jilly Cooper or Mills and Boone.... so i grabbed this

ripped the cover off as soon as i got it out on the beach - im a snob and dont want to be thought horrorfilm watching underclass as i never have watched one - i had a brain...

....and  about ten minutes in...Im pissin in my trunks she is so genius funny and attacks....  [you!! and your silliest ever monetised hocus pocus!!]....

... all ... especially the Primrose Hill lot who ...well bless em theyve got to go on holiday somewhere...."

Funny thing is i know she WILL laugh out loud too... I don't get her

Is she like me uncdercover?

Not for anything merely as there's nothing else to do....no one ever takes any REAL step forward....  has any ACTUAL 'art' to their daily dance..

 Except me

As my chronicler-witness certainly does know... 

NOt, for the tourists...

 I knew it was the wrong one

I mean..... 

You get out of the bus in downtown Paradise

And this is the first one catches your eye.

Not a "costume" put on for tourists - none tyhere!

If i had the painterly eye i would be over there on the next bus

As i have never in my whole cynical Candide like life

Seen and been ...among ACTUALLY happy people.

And i told her ...why

Among other things, such as several hundred women sacraficing their lives to the goon-thugs of the Yankee Imperialists' corporate  slave-making machine...

And winning!

So nice to hear it in exactly the mother tongue...even if...

(if only they had met The Mong, age 40 ... "tick toc body clock"   the rudest jokes ever about her reproduction failure and never give up.... [ by her, not me i wouldn't dare] ...  " whatever it takes, luv.... doggin' at teh car park... doesn't matter whos seed it is.... just get at it... and remember to do your headstands for at least 10 minutes afterwards every dribble matter ....  well it is THE ultimate Black Swan Event... "

(The land of solidarnoshing...soon  to be ruined by bimbo tv and MCDonalds eatin) 

Operation Montaigne ("art")

 Now....  it is quite extraordinary, as if one had gone back in time 25 years to the corner of the Blue Boar in Hay-on-Wye.... 

Their uttra bought-boho pub.... 

The ultimate torn old leather couches around the fireplace - has-been 'rockstars' would occasionally drop in - Capaldi had his very-second home in the hills withing drugged up stumblin' distance up the hill

Zeppelin I am sure swung by now and again, as their 'tour manager' a farmer turned...not-very-nice-to-kidder...  lived in a  bucolic paradise a km up

Where some years later meandering by  the place where the daughter of the house would pop to see mine now and again - same age... " watching you all these years with your falcons and gloves and all the kit... my lass here champion ferret girl.. [as you can see in The telegraph page on the other main one - .. " you can have my story Liz but there's a deal to be made... just one,  she gets her baby ferrets in your Torygraph ...so she feels part of 'it' and when all the gossips start to be thick and Miss Interpret she can at least say to her school mates 'well i got my   buzzies - etymology, ferrets became fuzzies, and little ones buzzlets which became buzzies, in the paper what you done thats nationally useful today.... senior Social Worker's girl..?". (who would say " i really pity you Est for being Engllish..." my ohh my  and the school takes the blame the jingoistic nonsense... they pimped ) ]..forget them especially as their 'rugger' went bust

But when a man of the world and supposedly the land, sneers at a kid... and doesnt share his toys... doesnt even let us look at them ... rather prammy if you ask me...

Never mind a nation bizarrely not exactly child friendly...when rural peeps used to at least know that's essential so some next generation takes over the running of the land and animals when theyve died from too much time at his screen..

Anyway Montaigne..

now the ONLY phrase i hate to ujtter is " i don't have enough time"

So much so that from around 2015 meandering the whole region - 30km circle...to find allies in Green lobbying, then Brexit (same potential companeras)  when meandering Presteigne especially - the number 1 incomer runaway from Kew or Primrose Hill (bella SO beautifully lampooned...witha  diamon tipped harpoon in How To Kill Your Family...  (but i dion't think anyone even NOTICED twice she gives it to her own dad right where it hurts -  so slagging off [ his] "The Guardian" within her great art... the many year editor, Rushbridger her dad...

my ex customer too ... my ohh my its not surprising the nation went wet tea towel... what was on his special books-to-search list...

Not even worth bothering to truth tell  the inanity

Yes... meanderimg, the foodie-wellness-supplements-for-everything  lot all so so so smiley in fact i bet every night at bedtime after a long day ... [hustling as the houses became so expensive] their bedtime 'relaxation' tape was  'slow down and make time for me, sSm, and live forever' 

Meeting them staring at green posters - advertorials,  or afront organic shops.. "hey i saw you at Spring Greens are you interested in the local environment... " 

the second line was always " .. [charmy smile] ..i really dont have much time i can only chat 2.5 minutes.."

My first "well..i am the worlds first Fakebook campaigner against everyone nowadays saying in the second sentence of a greeting in the middle of nowhere,  where they came  to get away from the hamster wheel of racing rats.. 'i don't have time'.. 

for their sakes not mine.."

smilingly

And nicely and with nuance that made them realise i did care...for them...

it often did work in fact..

So, time...i didn't have time...

to even read Montaigne proper... 

even if i often say " he was the first blogger".. 

And even if I bought his whole collected works 2018 or so to pass on

Within the great library which will end up in the skip.

(reasons i shouldn't sleep, too, 

but i always do....  thats what 'pupose' is about

even failed. It's still the real thing.)

Anyway Montaigne i believe retired to his garret - an old unloved (as it takes two to actually tango, always) wooden hulk would do me just fine....  to spend the last decade of his life scribbling away about the first three or four. 

Lucky me to know exactly what i intend to do...

Especially after ...

Well it's like this..

Now if i were to knock out the 'art' i wanted to somehow translate

the actual truth of   (she said their "hate"

 how interesting was that.. con-catty-nation 

of nothing to say

no real art to display..

as 'hate' me thinks only grows in a void of  nothing else  worthwhile to waste your time on.

(i have to miss out a video...now I have been 'rumbled' on location,

well they're not having that whole new world, too)   

Anyway waffly verbals are like cliff edge thermals - merely keep me aloft whilst

with eagle-owl like magnification

I ponder how to really go about something

A few years ago i knew i could never do.

 

 More 'visual' art.

to be storyboarded another day

ditto...

Not possible to even think down here most places the ugly neon you cannot ever seem to escape from the national dress....

(we, the a team, only operate at our best in the light)

But maybe if i joined in the hocus pocus  i would have better 'luck' i do not want as only persistence and knowing really what you want..is really like a Picasso that you just know if nothing else is the valuable stories..if they ever get told.  

a bad photo in a hurry

Just playful in that as we speak i am sure loads of expensive camera clad grifters are attempting to sell the ultimate dreamscape to Mickeysoft or some other dodgy soft-wear

Sunset over Gweek...

or  (censored for now) 

showing only perfect smiley landscapes of bucolic sweetness and sweeter dreams...

MY screensaving actual true art would have a picture of the real Gweek ...or (censored for now)

It would be of the noticeboard just before junkie-school common where the kids learn the delights of eau de spliff as there being handed over  ..if dad was sober enough to drive in, 10am...

Forget him he never knew the 'rules'

But there is one forever-rule of "countryside existence"  - i mean  a cast iron hull of a rule,  that even the acid shitcreek and prozac piss  should never degrade... lives depend on this rule: 

The countryside noticeboard where  yoga teachers dogwalkers and fence builders and woodchoppers are equal. All in the "community" together.

There was a little notice put on the Gweek noticeboard July 2023 " fences rebuilt, rotten old sheds lovingly restored... many year sometime smallholder in town with no particular  place to go...yet..  maybe some drug dealer doin' time  needs their  boat-sat....in return for quiet space to sit and write... "

And ok it's not only  that one conformist little dump but another just as conformist little dump a variant recently appeared

Be clear, I should imagine there is a 'code of honour' even on the borderlands 1993 if a Croat carpenter touts his wares up  where Croatia used to be...  

but hostility =  fluidity

meant not any more  

Serbs in charge 

I am sure his tradesmans sign would still be there

fair's fair....   

My arthouse picture show would be: 

( one day soon,  takes so much more time to sift through snaps)

My little notice, within just a  week, someone else covered up with their big notice...

for expansive yoga or some other such  venality

Which is so naughty it's manifestly against the coded etched in stone consti bloody tution

of the land.... 

 A bird in the bush,  here means chop off his hand

BUt i am handy with a  camera too and was brought up briefly

 almost on the knee

of 

one of the very first 'story tellin' togs...

https://thehardmanshousent.blogspot.com/2012/05/edward-chambre-hardman-in-provence.html

i kind of still believe in pictures telling stories...as long as they are true.

Gweek is outdone, however... 

by (censored) -  twice now ... i put one  up - really firmly pinned to the large wooden "community" adverts space ... and within a week...twice torn off...

This country really is not what the brochures still say...

And leaves me at times worn out ..not a bouncy poetical thought left in my head

But i hope somehow  (as i do have them most days all day) they.... transferred across to her...

Ms. 52 and 11 months.... 

I do think i've never actually felt so damn sure...i was sitting beside a REAL artist who could go ALL the way...somewhere actually new ...and free ... dancing real free in the rarefied  liminal space with her brush or whatever form  actual art may take...  maybe i am too much silly optimist but i think i know a  genuinely relaxed soul when i meet it...

who knows what she does want...

But to me it is utterly astonishing the lack of any actual lateral thinking out loud all about everywhere ... (or just general thirst for some actual knowledge that isn't vudu)

....Montaigne.. five bleedin centuries ago he went ALL the way...  asking the most personal of questions, all the way..

https://www.michaelakahn.com/sex-torture-and-montaigne/

....On the topic of sex, Montaigne’s many witty observations includes this one on his own penis: “We are right to note the license and disobedience of this member which thrusts itself forward too inopportunely when we do not want it to, and which so inopportunely lets us down when we most need it; it imperiously contests for authority with our will: it stubbornly and proudly refuses all our incitements, both of the mind and hand.”

 it was my impression or maybe i missheard, he even wrote an essay on the morality of givin' the missus one  doggy-style her bent over the oven...if it was too disrespectful  to her  yea or nay.. ?

(maybe the best odds   of making a  'bun in the oven' ?)

 

The END...   But my art - still i find the word pretentious... my photo journalism (original SIMPLE meaning: must keeping a journal, of fact) wont be the photoshopped "don't frighten the horses" version ...  which isn't art, in any event...  real art causes FEELING (surely?) ... i won't ever forget my feeling when i saw one piece of paper stuck atop my piece of  carefully fountain penned paper

" ive never seen ANYthing like it anywhere... the poor lost no mannered,  no sense of PROPRIETY  inhuman  vain sad little  fuckers... not surprising they sat on her once fine soul, too.... and i have even lived/worked a bit,  close to warzones... even there you'll find some basic code...morality....  Gwerk, the not-her-best-version,  artist... will fight you about that word even being valid....why their art is as yet juvenile, infact as art. in...valid... ...  "

Cholitas! Solidarność... maybe even wzniosły.. (if it is 'lofty' in intent rather than the dull frightened English version of that Sublime)

 my 'art' is pure and my values 100% pure,  always,  even if everyone hates me ... 

One month to go to THE magic age .. filmed at 20250417 153150

https://leftovers2022.blogspot.com/p/dadsites.html

has the Bolivia Part 1 filestore...

oops not him Ralph the first,  but he would have been impressed...  " my ohh my ladd... that one has a pack the size of a  VW Polo  on her back,  and she is still laughing..... "

One of many

And happy bin collections...

THE best arthouse film that will never be made...  

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fgQ_ZICetkmuvowRsPyHU5GDLg34Tvnp/viewusp=drive_link

Now....

 I am with JK... 100% 

bet she's smiling like a con-catty-nation she is queen of...

.... unless it comes to her silly fantasy books.. (REAL boys  and girls were raised on Ring of Bright Water.. My Family and Other alcoholically dysfunctional bling obsessed frauds..... . even swallows and Amazons at least guided you into being a bit not allergic to the outdoors...  

And then when you are bored of real life,  bit of occasional splendid, Hobbit..with an actual real character as  bumbling hero... 

Indeed  to quote a VERY senior woman at OUP - head of an actual VERY posh department,  a lass same age as mine 2012, on a  long weekend IN her house with her fabulous lass, sussing each other out as cannon fodder : " real life is so much more interesting than their absurd fantasy books..polluting our childrens' minds..especially THAT one...." 

But two things they seem to have been a bit awry on... firstly a woman we all knew was a woman,  but its the blokes being BLOKES which surely technically was the 'problem' being objected to Supremely... requiring "remedy" .. 

legal 'discovery': 

ehhhh they are !!!

strange how such a 'momentous' legal confirmation has been only meedia translated as a woman is a woman...  when the problem was that blokes are in fact blokes.

and it is a woman's right to object to their blokeyness .. 

And just say No... non... ne rien..

which was in legal argument.. because they were blokes and other silly  people in authority said they werent 

Nothing to do with me, except anyone who tells the main  (now uktra 'victimised' 'minority' in question: pop over the channel....  they really couldnt care less who is in the pissoir with you... either sex... biological or not ... far more important pots to piss in...like how is the steak? and ... don't fuck with my fucking siesta or else as the only civilised way to do a day is a jolly good fucking... (and ) siesta to bring back the smile and have two equal parts...

Well... they could start a new cross channel (fake) human rights(being any sane person even ULTRA pro no borders like me  knows 99.9% are economists.. migrating )  very profitable  company.... paid up for the  one way trade  inbound... and get some return trade

(i am just looking forward to apparently quite soon one may be able to illegal immo in, and get a government paid Kick back out.... to Croatia! i better learn some accents " nahh speaky English passport lost at sea.." 

please... any assylum ... give me even Albania any day...  

 

"zen" is...

 or as that is such a disastrously 'co-opted' word 

(as my comp agrees  - all of them 'manifest' "embody"... just knickers...  reused and all the good old juice comes out in their wash.. 

sanitised into nothing. so many of our once simple words..)

  Whereas this is an actual 'zen' book..

By a real zenbabe who earned her zenniness the only way there is...  the hard labour version. 

And zen is also well my whole collection of 1000 great ones...will end up in the skip when i go under the 'divine' hammer... just know you did all you, could...

But i plug on every day....without, or rarely, WITH a plug

And quiet

Every day a new day...

no matter what the day before was (I don't think the  'meditation' teachers - the Sams quite get this..

It isn't something you just say to get customers; it is something you are, or BEcame... always.

No matter how (i had no idea just how much a con-catty-nation  this one was until i dared to nose into their most expensive exclusive dung heap all for sale.... down South... West )  sour they may be...

zen= i have a brilliant memory and almost everything i can forget within about 30 seconds of yet another snidey evasive...word or glance...

(but one... Mrs " i care about noise that may disturb nature or even tourists.." i don't know..... one mystery is good.... i think her smile is real? .one just maybe incongruity..... i know my compliment was in fact it has been the only real driving force for some weeks apart from the magnificent comp but she must write HER material her way... or not....i know it is good.... someone else i kindof knew would too....  ) 

(Authentic - the old Greek version, " worth repeating" ... Melvyn Bragg and co riffing on six weeks ago a bit of that to go in here, i encounter VERY little ever worth repeating, because it is good - not because it makes ME look good repeating it, that's the antithesis or authentic  and made most utterly nuts :-)

"mindfulness" the solution

part 2 audio needs still to be turned into a youtubable... will take about five hours with the little dinky toy of a laptop i use  just about still working but slow writing i like so i don't fret..

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 All of them fluent in effluent ("meditation" / mindful this that and the other shamanism...), which does not work

this  - in audio, does, and i am just a normal Joe ... 

ohhh yes it's how you fix your  'mental health' too....

shame the goody goodies of The MArches 2021 couldn't help fix her kids....  all too busy buyin' the incense or sellin' it too... and paying for inner 'peace'...

PART 1 

substack audio

Save $200,000 on finding 'Nirvana' ("mindfulness - dual or not so duality / zen / and all those things Sam Harris and all the rest mine for fools gold) And get better FREE ' bliss' - really! pt 1 of 2

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/save-200000-on-finding-nirvana-mindfulness?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

same audio in here

PART substack audio

Save $200,000 on finding 'Nirvana' ("mindfulness - dual or not so duality / zen / and all those things Sam Harris and all the rest mine for fools gold) And get better FREE ' bliss' - really! pt 2 of 2

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/save-200000-on-finding-nirvana-mindfulness-b74?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

though it is already here in audio in google filestore

https://www.ralphschism.com/2025/04/bliss-zen-really-i-dont-lie-and-do-think.html

But i care... even if £1 in the bank and food til' teatime, then ungerr...

So i will also turn it into a nice youtube audio format which takes loads of sparks.... 

All those de-dadded lost boys..and girls

wankers...  

probably think Sam Harris has the answer to all your woes...

saving your buy-me-a-coffee for Sam who will require it to be a  special exclusive supplement rich chai Yogi Tea (i haven't even started on them yet and my only luxury was for many years just such  until i discovered they are part of a yoga death cult  actually arrested ponzi scheme  recently)  flavoured skinnier mocha with 'ceremonial'  caca sprinkled on the top by some smiley cacaista... 

 

when REAL men say what needs to be said... and just need 7 cups of strong black from 0530 hrs every dfay  - cheapest vile brand will do... to  https://www.ralphschism.com/p/funding.html so as to figure out how to save you from wanker Sam....cos its just getting worse.....(And his MANY MANY sycophantic dedicates...of course the 'Buddhist' yogimeisters with an English accent are even more dangerous.... as is still so often the case " well he has an English accent so he must be wise and full of Alan Wattsish super knowing zen "  who didnt DO anything, either. except parrot "divine" in an Orientalism kind of way ... most of them only over there  from De Quincy on for the opium pipe and.. cheaper little boys  and of course to avoid their dad duties in respect of their own .)

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2025/04/time-lost-boys.html

"Bliss" zen .. really. I don't lie, and DO think.

 this is not a wry skit, lampooning, dig, rant, it is in fact deadly serious and not only shows their 'work' all 10,000 hours PLUS doesn't work, it also takes PEOPLE OF GOOD FAITH out of the actually doing works of good faith, loop

new substack podcast episode   from https://ralphschism.substack.com/

Save $200,000 on finding 'Nirvana' ("mindfulness - dual or not so duality / zen / and all those things Sam Harris and all the rest mine for fools gold) And get better FREE ' bliss' - really!

audio file 639

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Emvz2h4ep8sfG3-FmTgcGpSARWB1nTjF/view?usp=sharing

well..it WAS  going to be  but even they seem to have changed the pathways

And now it says i cannot upload anything more than an hour until i have built up 'trust' audience  bloody weasel words..

reference

You can hear for free the whole thing if you apply for a free subscription  they do say, and do do - about the only true bit of the Harris PR machine.... 

( i do care about the way it has taken up ALL the spare time and energy of the 'people of good faith' whom previously until 20ish years ago were the ones who would protect the environment etc..in the UK.. so many of whom have diverted all their 'ten thousand hours' into this which is infact little more than a drug high and form of masturbation... when actual making love with an equal "human" is..of a different universe ) 

https://www.samharris.org/podcasts/making-sense-episodes/408-finding-equanimity-in-chaos

sorry, all a four hour listen ... and then take it on faith i have listened to a heck of a lot of the 'Buddhist' " teacher" ..warmonger .... and their weasel words so so word salad complex.... i think that's the key: as the wordiness increases the weasels get to work...herds of them

Further more important (than sad Sam )

reference 

this  'cause'   https://titleyscheme.blogspot.com/  was begun by me 2015ish...

ten years ago in the ultimate Tory heartland  - Titley a retirement village for bankers and oligarchs with their shabby  once Michelin star gastopub as their mission control... (i lived 3 km away in the poor houses in the hills)  fourty ugly  tesco style  'executive homes' were on this map... there is still to be even one built..

close to . entirely against my 'better' judgement and in fact it was mad... not to benefit me in any way and was genuinely dangerous to me - local landowners wished to profit to the tune of millions from developing this land - far too close to wonderful Titley pool nature reserve and had they known my behind the scenes efforts to politick widely for a far more 'sustainable' solution they would have smashed my bicycle up or me...

but...it succeeded.. a few years ago the parish voted on a far less intrusive 'local neighbourhood plan'.. along the lines i first proposed (they all hated for the first year or so) and still today there is only far far less intrusive development proposed..

 

https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/158459153#/?channel=COM_BUY

DO..ing risky tough hard dangerous 'causes' equals just as much 'bliss' zen in time... than Buddhist bullshit mindful 'practice'.... or indeed any 'spiritual' devotion

And this self obsessive sensitivity really did become THE problem...  (and is why the developers laugh at....no actual REAl  standard democratic holding to account.... standard ordinary resistance to rapacious greedy overdevelopment, went up in Sam's jioostick incense puff of smoke,  while naval gazing into 'nothingness'....)