Lighting The Beacon

8-12-04(12:01am) LIGHTING THE BEACON OF ZED FREEDOM

A Dismissal of Half Billows & Dismissed Napalm Expulsion

The Zed Head’s world is a place of distress.
An un-nameable hatred centers itself in his conscious and unconscious thoughts.
Un-nameable due to the environment that fosters it, due to the moralities that force it, due to the Job concept of acceptable suffering and God that insatiably feed it, due to the defined limits of thought that cage it, due to the restraints and constraints of the bureaucracy in changing any facet of the status quo.
The source of the distress is formless.
When named, it is marked as reactionary by the defenders, swimming sadly in the pre-charted, pre-packaged counter-rationale of necessary response(s).

The majority of the Zed Generation is oblivious to the frequency output.

However, the lost, the Zed Head attempts to identify, to name the all-pervasive specter.
Unfortunately, the lost do not have the training necessary to bring concepts and abstractions down to eye-level and stare.
The stare is painful.
It brings forth arguments and solutions that require the dismantling of millennia of non-judgmental judgments of the herds’ herders.
A volatile unhappiness then arises in the suddenly realized Driven.

The Zed Generation, like its herd predecessors, is infamous precisely for not noting the specter while nursing the status quo.
All Zeds sense the whip; but they are like mute cattle - unquestioning.

Their mandibles chew and their ears flap.

Hatred is the Zed Head’s reaction to the corralling. The lost drive, drive to the window in the wall… Yet it is too hard to break through locks on a perceptual level… Lacking the tools, fighting Time’s dull roar, they settle for the whistling, bubbling music of blackened Glass in a blaze; else they roll the dollar in a tightened tube, inhaling the shards, suffering the burn of a horrendous drip, savoring the singeing at the back of their throats, sealing the ageless wounds of swallowed acceptance as they kick through their delirium in a meaningless, droning Drum and Bass world of shadows and haze… Slithering through on momentum, dead already or ready to die in the Zed Head Ice Lie, never fingering any source precisely.

The haze is a matter of degrees. The haze is an attempt to drop the façade, bleed the mask, and cut the shreds of their tattered objective world, seeking to unify the edges in a perfectly subjective circle. Songs dedicated to the outer banks and to inner salvation. Temperature is the court of law and court of judgment. That is, Legality and Morality are matters of degrees. Truth is a spectrum. Shades of gray: all is a haze of gray. Black and white are blasphemy.

The orders are implied. Step back. Stand up. Sit down. Drop back and take it.

The haze envelops, warps, and tears at the core of conceptualization. The haze is a Triumph of the Subjective. Concepts are just figments. Acceptance and Submission is the goal of the haze. After all, the haze is but a matter of degrees. Nothing is an absolute. Everything is permitted and rejected to a degree. Nothing is banned; but rather, all action or inaction is raised as a flag of humdrum acceptability. Even challenges to acceptability are merely degrees of artful acceptance…nothing more than a slightly uncomfortable turbulence of conscience.

The haze is what is left of a confused, dormant rage, fogged over by the fickleness of chance. The haze is also a rejection of degrees - a distress signal from the last tatters of reason in the Zed’s heads. The fog is a primal urge of moral obsession caught in the murkiness and conflagration of a toked pipe, of a misplaced fanaticism, or of (an) angst - a lost self-esteem. All of these "Haze" are the intemperate half-billows, driving the flagless sails of the Zed. In total, Haze is the Zed’s escape of the unshakeable Sin of Procrastination.

The Zed’s Happenstance is a matter of principle(al) import. Misplaced, displaced, begotten, forgotten, lost, and betrayed; the lot is destined to the Socco Chicos of terminal in-between. Dismissed as an over-exaggerated psychological problem, the happenstance of in-between is a visible sign of a failing principal. Every Zed who has heard or read a rags-to-riches tale is a witness to the happenstance.

Every generation of new has felt the in-between to a certain extent; however, in the inner war of the Zed, the sudden rise of the computer age, mass media, internet links and inexhaustible supplies of historic examples, messages, voices, judgments and results leave the on-lookers jilted into a catatonic disbelief. Thousands of years, millions of minds, a supposed line of progress; yet, still, the rich are hated for being rich, the poor are snubbed for being poor; those on the way to becoming rich are seen as rising, those losing fortunes are falling, equality is still a ticklish, ideal goal; self-sacrifice is the way to salvation for the poor who cannot afford to give and the means to damnation for those who give a paltry sum in comparison to their wealth, even if the sum dwarfs the alms of hundreds in combination.

Aging impressionably, in such an age - when sex kills, love is the way, talent starves, and where heroes are Robin Hoods - can only lead to a mixed conceptual ability, situational judgments, instant gratification (I.G.) as every solution and an inevitable indifference to choices, opinions, sides, or aims.

The Zed has no home, no root, no structure, no map, and no code of values.

The Happenstance of the in-between Zed is an infinitely regressing matrix of probability and self-destruction. Just as the haze of sin frames the bounds of learned rhetoric and supposed knowledge by degrees, the happenstance ridicules the Zed and enflames the distress of an uncertain future. The Zed Heads, in the happenstance of the in-between, hold no identity. A shrug of disgust is the only measure - their only charity. Happenstance is the pride-less flag flown in the labyrinth of the Zed.

Left to its formless convictions, the Zed Generation waits for a sign, a reckoning of truth, or at least its demise. Constantly striking out, taking in, and re-searching the world in which they play. The Zed is simply trying to decide if the world of the living - that world where jets crash into buildings, where bombs and anthrax are delivered via Fed-Ex, where mortgages and student loans choke the strong, where car payments and credit perpetuate a cycle of paying China to be our future captors, where taxes strangle employers into breathless lies, and where a life of note is not worth noting - is really a world in which it wants to belong.

After thirty short Earthen years, the young minds of America barely stir over the Civil Rights or Free Speech Movements, the literary triumphs of the Beats, the consciousness expansion of the Hippy, or even Vietnam’s Napalm Expulsion. With no concept of revolution, upheaval, mutability, or romanticism, The Zed’s sails flag and her flag, out of circumstance, has never sailed.
When set adrift upon an ocean of numbed indifference, it seems, to this outsider, that any wind will do for the Zed, so long as it can do so some other day.

8-12-06 (1:59PM)

My Name is Mac Zed and 17,520 hours or so ago, I wrote this ZedHead piece to describe the gray world in which we find ourselves...It is an important realization. We are all being crushed by the Media blitz, which has attempted to make us blind and is determined to blind us to REASON.

But now I must raise a "Call to the Lost Zeds and a Warning to all."

ANSWER is an International Compendium of 40 to 120 IslamoFascist American Arab Nations (which believe Zionist means Racist - they are blind to all else and their head is Grover Norquist - who is married to a PALESTINIAN) and Numerous Socialist/World Worker's Party/COMMUNIST and Anarchist Wings all using the Anti-War Movement to slowly force us to shrug off Capitalism for the chains of Slavery to the will of a Mahdi Bray (who is over 16 or more of these Slush Fund organizations which have their teeth into the Democratic & Republican pockets and Media Moguls and Countless Lobbyists).

America must awake to the realization that we are under attack from within in so many angles that it is staggering. This is not conspiracy. This is reality. America Awake! Remember Thomas Paine's Common Sense when you are in a dark hour.

We have civilized ourselves to DEATH.

Islam is based on HATE - READ THE 5th Chapter "take not Christians and Jews as friends for you will be as one of them. And Allah does not guide these Evil Doers." This is a Religion that we have been blinded to - Ahmadinejad is calling for the return of the Mahdi

He is here within our Grasp!
He sits atop the 5th Column
His name is Mahdi Bray
He is the head of 16 to 40 Anti Zion/Anti-America Muslim Organizations and Slush Funds in the United States - he is using the Peace movement as cover.

He will be in Washington DC on 8-12-06 at 12pm
The Sponsor of the AntiWar Rally is A.N.S.W.E.R.
It is an international slush fund that has seeds in NY at 55 West 17th St upon the 5th Floor near Union Square.

The cover for the Progressive Fund which allows members to "shop" in order to give either a Yearly Donation (ALMS) or Monthly Donation (Tithes).

All Roads of money seem to lead to this address 2489 Mission St. #24 SF, CA 94(11)0

AMERICA AWAKE!
AMERICA UNITE!
AMERICA ARISE!

Terror can be reasoned in the fundamentals of the 5th Column Built on the 5th Table of Koran which means "Warning".

If the Peace Rallies in LA, SF, Seattle, NY, & Washington DC are missing the Top Arab Mahdi Bray or the Heads of the Arab Foundations involved, you will know the truth of this is close to the mark - for a huge scare was designed for the United States and England Saved us more than we can ever know! Thank England! Thank Blair! Thank them for we are honored to ally with England and Israel in the long fight ahead!

The Arab leaders will state that the Peace keeping process in the UN was a success as they cover their tracks and flee. Follow Follow Follow... Bring them to the Halls of Justice. Remove them from their throwns. Force them to be removed from Tax exempt status and Grant worthiness. Norquist may be the heart of the Hydra, within our Country. If he is, he must be pierced by thousands of questions that will lead to Ommissions and in the end, in his despair, he may admit that his heart was hardened and his reason was blinded by his wife.

Realize that Possession has 2 definitions. The first means ownership which is just and based on earning. The second is demonic ascenscion into a human host. Marx' failure was confusing the two...if he was a moral man. If he was possessed...the Devil giggled as the Communist Manifesto was written.

Freedom is only possible in a Capitalist Republic. Push Bush from the Democracy Path to this more Republican Recovery, and give the Sects the English Alphabet as a common language and Articles of Confederation which will allow the people to govern themselves until a Capitalist Republic is achieved. We must harness America!

We must shrug off Democrat and Republican and become FreeMen/FreeWomen of the United States of America...The first Capitalist Republic.

Free Trade Free Trade Free Trade is the target of Dictatorship. It will attack and attack and attack to disarm its opponents as it uses PIRATES of Islam and PIRATES of Nationalism to divide us all in argument, blind in gray suppositions, rather than base definitions... We must unite! IslamoFascism and Communism are the 2nd definitions of (Collective) Possession...and like bureaucracy seek only growth and submission.

Allah asks for only submission, death or Alms - These are the choices he gives you. Communism and Socialism asks for you to be Equal as starving Slaves until a Whacko takes charge and kills you in a game, witness Stalin & Mao. Make your choice for a Free Capitalist Republic and stand with Bush, Israel, and The UK in this time of Danger! It is the only Way. Unite Unite Unite

Unite America! Unite upon this Beacon!
This is a Beacon Lit for Freedom

We have to Remember Iran...and never forget ABOUT NORTH KOREA!
These plus PakiIntl/Muslim Brotherhood and Hezbollah/Hamas are but heads of the Hydra...
The International Heart may indeed be China!

World War 3 is possibly on the brink - whether you close your eyes or not.

I am but one poor voice upon a Gray Monticello.

Help me chant
PIRATE! PIRATE! PIRATE!
This is the Exposing spell to silence IslamoFascism.

America Awake!
America Unite!
America Arise!

Note: A Tree is Crying today...Gallon by Gallon...hour by hour...it cries for the War to be WON...for what Evil may still be around one lonely week's corner...An Atilla and his Hun...From Redwoods do seeds of Peace spring...From Redwoods can Rivers Run.

-Sequoyah's Seed of Peace, The Elemental Chronicler