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Thursday, June 22, 2017

"Tonight's Word: God Save The Human Cannonball" - Heisenberg - 6.22.17

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 9:24 PM EDT on June 22, 2017

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound you can hear after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row - Bob Dylan

And that brings us to tonight's word: GOD SAVE THE HUMAN CANNONBALL

The big top. Circus Maximus. The greatest show on Earth. Can you smell the popcorn and cotton candy? Can you taste the dust from the dirt and hay kicked up by the horses on your lips? Can you feel the zen-like peace and calm of the carnie as he lays on the bed of nails? Can you smell the fear on the lion tamer? Can you feel the gaze of the clown staring at you just a bit too long? Does your spine tingle with the contortionist? Does your skin crawl with the glass eater? Does your heart sink at the freak show? Can you hear the ringmaster controlling it all with the ease of a galactic commander?

Yes, Zimland. The circus is definitely in town. And how do I know? Scoochie a little closer and I'll whisper it in your ear…...because we are it.......Maybe that's why some of us are swallowing swords. Having no problem sliding that blade all the way down through the esophagus to the stomach. Others are perfectly content to strap themselves onto a spinning human dartboard and have knives thrown at them. One mistime and it's cleanup on aisle five. Then you have the bearded lady with the voice of an angel. Ventriloquism sure seems to be popular at the circus these days. I think the townies call them handlers. Then we have the trapeze artists far above us swinging with grace and ease. Up where the air is clear and far away from the horse patties that we all seem to step in every now and then. Don't forget the Acrobat on the tight rope who with one jagged little Donna Trump post post can get 30 posts in return. Or maybe it was just one post but felt like 30 (know what I'm saying?). Quite the balancing act indeed.

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this and act like that.
And you can dream, so dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down. - The Acrobat

And let's not forget the plate spinners, jugglers and the clowns there to fill the time in between the big acts. Not much to write home about but they're definitely part of the circus and they keep us smiling. And how can we forget about the fire dancers and the snake charmers? And I think we've all given sticking our head in the lions mouth a try at one time or another. Some didn't make it...pour a 40 for my homie. And don't forget Madame Marie the fortune teller telling us of our fortunes. We LOVE her. Yes, the circus has it all and we are it. And all it are we. Sobeit.

Ahhh but did I forget someone? Perhaps the most daring adventurous circus carnie of them all? The one-act that only the strong hearted and courageous dare dream to attempt. Ladies and germs....the human cannonball. *cheer* This man, or woman (first human cannonball was a 14-year-old girl called Zazel) willingly climbs into a 20 foot long cylinder that will shoot her 50 feet into the air onto a net 150 feet away at the other side of the big top. Not enough gunpowder and they fall short. A little too much gunpowder they overshoot the mark. Either way cleanup on aisle five again. Of all the actors in the circus, I think the chosen ones are the closest to the human cannonballs. I'm not sure how much skill it takes to climb into a cannon with only a helmet and get popped out 150 feet. That's good because none of us have that kind of skill or training with this kind of wealth. Otherwise the meek would not be getting the lion share, right?

Imagine the gunpowder is the Zim in your cannon. Not enough and you won't hit your net. Too much and you hit the bearded lady two tents over. Or perhaps mental preparation? Too little and you'll get trampled underfoot. Too much and you won't live in joy. "What do you mean I got five quadrillion in interest this quarter? How the hell am I supposed to spend that? This sucks (said no zim holder ever)." So I guess any old yahoo can climb into a 20 foot cannon and go flying. But if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you may want to triple check the measurement on that gunpowder, Bronco Billy.

I think for some of us it's easy to forget that the RV is life-and-death. Not just the poor, starving and drug addicts, but our dear brothers right here in Paddy's pub have been at the recieving end of a night scope. Or the receiveing end of a sink hole?? (Did I read that right? What movie talked about the mole people?) We've been told the top ones have galactic protection and that's a good thing. But I guess it's another thing altogether when that protection is put to the test on an almost daily basis. We were supposed to have won this thing. Then why is a team of ninjas setting up shop outside? I understand Richard's frustration. Shit's getting old.

Remember when Richard said the good guys captured the enemies database? That's kind of like the Allied forces getting the big black book of German spies when they raided Hitler's Kehlsteinhaus. So this was Richard's job to convey this Intel to us and I guess the minions saw fit to kill the messenger. Not very sportsman like of them is it? So here we have evil forces that won't quit their attempts on Richards life and because we don't read about it we think everything is hunky dory. And as much as I want peace love and understanding, there's something not quite right about that, is there? You attack one of us, you attack us all.

What you all don't know is that Richard has a big part to play post RV as well as he's done pre-RV. So if evil forces take him out then they still can do some damage to all light workers in a future sense. And that includes all humanity and all our ascension process.

Imagine if Kennedy knew there were threats on his life and was trying to tell the American people who were behind it. Wouldn't we want to know? Wouldn't we owe it to Kennedy to at least have that knowledge whether we believe it or not?

And my dear brother Patrick, (who I think is the coolest cat in Zimland) if you're like me, you're at a point where you're saying "I didn't sign up for this shit. Ghost squads, underground bombs, mole people and sinkholes, daily assassination attempts? Check please! Bring the car around. Let Ascension with Earth take the reigns. Old Paddy is selling the bar. I just wanted to make a few bucks for my family and the next generation to be set for life. I didn't think I was joining the circus." I can get where he's coming from cause I'm right there with him. 100%. It's getting a little heavy in here. All is well, just little heavy.

So dear family, I guess it was in for a penny in for a pound all along, we just didn't know it. It's almost like we did not choose this moment but the moment chose us. All we wanted was a couple million smackaroos in the bank but instead we got a galactic revolution. And now we're supposed to be the choir boy example for the universe? That's a lot of responsibility for a toothless crackhead. Daddy used to say, "Never run away with the circus." But mama always said, "Follow your dreams. And someday, if you're courageous and daft enough, you can grow up to be a human cannonball. God save you."

And that's the word


Much love my soulsister. The goal is soul.





"Wild Billys Circus Story"

The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
And circus town's on the shortwave

Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
Whoa, Fat Lady, Big Mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffing popcorn
Yeah, the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
The circus town's been born

Whoa, and a press roll, drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast, lightin' flash
Movin' fast, through the tent, Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall
Oh, God save the human cannonball

And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus, send some good women to save all your clowns

And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire
And now the elephants dance real funky, and the band play like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man, Sampson, lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way up on his shoulders, way up
And carries him on down the midway
Past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over, whispers in the little boy's ear, "Hey son, you wanna try the big top?"
All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop



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