I AWOKE WITH A STIR...

I awoke with a start. Had I been dreaming? Unfortunately no. I was merely in a trance. It pulled me out of my deep sleep around 3:30 this AM... I could hear it clear as a bell. I thought... I had hoped and yes, even prayed that it would GO AWAY... But it never went away. It's just been lurking in the shadows watching my every move. But I can hear it, alright. The machines are working just fine. I can truly again hear THE OMINOUS HUM.

Things aren't looking that good, but there is a place to hide from it all without being shut OFF from it all. Christ... I'm doing these breathing exercises, and just something that simple, with a spiritual openness at hand, has help to shed even more light on the vile creatures who are intent on fu*king our lives up. We are their PROLES. We are the common factor. We will be the slaves. In a sense we are already the slaves.

We all like the independence of driving our car to wherever, these days perhaps more out of necessity than just a desire to cruise around town... BUT... We are slaves to the fossil fuel gods that stand atop each pile of oily gold, proclaiming HELL to be THEIR province, but it comes out like "We are here to help you". People hear what they want to hear, sometimes.

This time is different for me. I don't WANT to hear this. But I must listen if I am to survive, as must we all. Listen carefully... there beneath THE OMINOUS HUM lies the truth of the matter...

I'll be more frequent for awhile here. There's a lot to be hashed out. My demons and I are having a family picnic soon. It has nothing whatsoever to do with the 4th of July. In any event... demons HATE that shit. You'd be surprised, but loud noises scare them. No shit.

Be back tomorrow... listen, now... can you HEAR it?
ominously yours Max