Visionary Weather 36 Fragged

The Puppet Masters. Press for Wind Dancers.
(36b) The thumbs-up sign is not god-granted for the black beard of the longest chin-hairs.
Note how images confronting each other seem to be puppets of larger mythic forces.
However, The First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women was written by a bearded fellow, John Knox, and so perhaps we are seeing signs of emerging internal contradictions between bearded and non-bearded forces in the church reminiscent of their appearance in olden time, when they were sometimes discribed as "Christian" vs. "Muslim". Perhaps most men prefer being in power with relatively muscular bodies, armed to construct an earthly paradise, building a shelter around an affectionate mate. Early Christianity, on the other hand, tended to emphasize the gay liberation angle, harnessing the opposite to take over its structures by becoming the focus of its passion. Muslim response was that this was OK as long as Muslims could remain bearded and beardless boys could maybe become their wives, often finally manifesting Vargas Girl she male characteristics. Thus Muslim women could be she males and were "kilt" men, like Christian aunts often were.
Just Imagine Dolls.
A Taile of Two Cities.
Women tend to trouble men with divorce treaties who sometimes get behind beards in response. Surrogate women swayed by internally secreted hormones excreted during ecstatic sexual union or chiseled by exhalations of semen functioning as royal blood, on the other hand, do not get pregnant, do not trouble men with divorce antics in painful child custody struggles, are often actually more attractive and shapely than women who have suffered childbirth, and make fine aunts and uncles. Internet makes she males splendidly visible. Of course, more vieled nomenclature is often prefered when we discuss dames, bimbos, harlots, soulmates, and so forth. We see them as beautiful, shapely specimens with and without their testicles, so that the testicles seem to have been removed in order to acquire a friend of the family who causes no unwanted pregnancies, primarily. Heart-protective testosterone from testicles may be useful in defending the she-male heart against heart disease, so I think perhaps it is a good idea to leave them be. We are still looking into the medical angles concerning decisions in she male transvestism, circumcision, and so forth, which Internet now makes easier, and figuring out how to make she males less susceptible to breast cancer and other ills that may tend to track that condition. For instance, we have bilberry concentrates to strengthen cerebral vessels against stroke, and other means of rejuvenating endothelial cells and stem cells that will tend to defend she male tissue against strokes and cancer.
Secrets of the Angels: Press for Erotic Hots Study Guide.
In Summer Heat, Our Hero
is replaced by Bootes,
as Orion gets the boot.

Optional "transhumanism" connected with transsexual states is often considered in the theory of physical immortality, which may soon follow our work on rejuvenation and anti-aging medicine. However, the politics of liberty is also an issue in she male transformation, because of the way some groups punish or brand souls for offenses of various types. I think most of us prefer the "mutually consenting adults" model of what is permissible, as it automatically filters out some kinds of oppressive regimes. However, theorists have sometimes legislated rules opposed to this model for various reasons. Since the Supreme Court decision of "2003", the mutually consenting adults model of what may be freely done has been supported, although there is still some confusion regarding what might happen to offenders in some states of the union in cases in which sexual reassignment is or has been attempted. In history defeated troops have been so reassigned for she male restructuring or slavery in mass, unwelcome foreign devils wandering into forbidden zones have been so reassigned, and so forth, in situations sometimes seeming to insult our American preference for personal liberty.
Press for a Black Humor Devil in Skirts Skirt Design
(36c) DC Wolf in Profile Shows the Devil in Skirts over Wichita, nose on the "State Line".
Music: Jokerman by Bob Dylan.


(36d) Green as a Great Stone Head of Easter Island,
Amazing to Ducks of the Great Northwest.

Note that the duck is also the hand of an angel about to maybe kiss me from lips over Old Ken Tuck, with her forehead grazing those Canadian equation-lakes and her eyes in the Great Lakes. Perhaps the song to listen to now is Kentucky Woman. She gets to know you.

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Press for 2001: A Space Odyssey.
(36a) An Ape with a Laptop or Black Monolith looks up to a god facing a Sword,
who seems to be passing a written flake just past Wichita, KS to the ape below.
A Muslim spectre in a turban seems to study god's arm off the East Coast, a Lost Arc passing
from his hand over Tampa Bay, where Hell burns fiercely and Paradise is brought near.

What Hath God Wrought? Souls Full of English Toffee Oils?
A black iron fence went up around the front of my church, somewhat resembling The Black Monolith from 2001 [2001: A Space Odyessey in 2m and 1s]. Now the chapel where my parents were married must be viewed through black iron bars, hence the sword faced by the beardless, long-haired god from above runs through the Canadian equation lakes, barring his view of the party on the other side of the barricades. The fence was installed in late April, and is a good example of how the church can sometimes reflect internal contradictions that somehow try the hearts and the reigns by manifesting portents and omens at the gates. The appearance of the Ape is probably connected with the April 2008 installation decision, which seems to resemble the installation of a filter, or shark cage, around the church.
Window Man: A green-draped angelic approaches the summit, apparently barred by a black wall not really presenting a barrier, but just part of the design. Press for Visionary, showing a black barricade Paradise horse.
Green Apparently Barred at Heaven's Gate.
The black gate has an "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" air about it that is distinctly portentious and ominous, also reminiscent of a policeman in a black uniform. The omen somewhat reminds me of the John Boys window in the William C. Little Chapel, which features a bearded man knocking at a door equipped with a small iron grill through which he may be viewed by suspicious inhabitants. Christians have often rejected bearded Veils as Jaws of Hell, and have often distrusted visages that seem to shake their head to throw quills, assigning them to an external Muslim world rather than to an inner garden of earthly delights.
The minister, lovely Reverend Catherine Northrup with two PhDs, shows a Christian human face by comparison with bristling bearded types, and is possibly more popular with men in kilts associated with today's Scotch Presbyterianism than some new bearded members, whose jaws may seem to threaten amputation of the spirit, or seem to resemble the hairy mandibles of insects, rather than offering "Catholic" succor for our flesh, actually shown as phalluses in a row in the main sanctuary windows. "Christian" or "Christy-an" faces for those phalluses have had them circumcised in the Judao-Christian world since the covenant of Abraham described in the books of Moses, hoping to prevent infections and make life sweet. Every year, Scots in kilts demonstrate on Heritage Day, tooting on the bagpipes while fingering the horns, asserting their historical primacy regarding the territory of the wedding-cake looking church. During a collision involving possibly hostile infiltration from the Muslim world, such as the September 11, 2001 incident, parties tending to emphasize a more girly clean shaven "Christian" appearance might move to filter actors on the set through a checkpoint. The "Stephen" Ministry symbol seems connected with a "crack on black" filter involving the preferential selection of hens, for instance.
Windows Man: 'Gem' Green at the Gates, where a barrier just part of the design seems to bar the gates in an illusory way.
"Gem" Green at the Cornerstone Gate,
where a black iron fence now has appeared
to bar the way to the gardens of Paradise.

However, phone calls show that the fence was installed to keep the crowd from the Lord's Diner across the street from defectating on the flower beds and behind the big sign. (What! Hath god rot?) A Winter campfire was also built on the church steps. So ostensibly the black barricade was built to protect and defend church property from minor crap insults emanating from a milling crowd. However, it stimulated in me a sense of alarm because of the element of black humor, and so I have backed away from the gates for a while. On the whole, I tend not to materialize near the Dictatorship of the Claustrophobicat, where fresh barricades divide space, polarizing forces and introducing worrisome divisions. The wide open spaces of DC, perhaps, were once more like it, before the White House Fence was introduced. "You can run like the Devil till you get 500 yards" was a fine bit of humor in a military song my father used to sing concerning the limits of space in an original Big Picture design without fences, but controlled by sculpted space equipped with generous outer limits and gigantic resources. Cluttering the scene with fences and barricades produces a sense of claustrophobia and confinement we prefer to avoid.

Days later: May 23, 2008.
It is preposterous how much the introduction of a minor technical detail like a fence in front of a church can disturb your sleep. It gave me visions of black iron barricades and armed guards in the church yard at the site where my parents were married, a psychosocial stressor that caused my mind to reel. "It's a beautiful day in Kakeland" seemed to be replaced by rule with an iron hand on clanging gates. I wrote and spoke against it widely as an individual, and a few days later I vividly dreamed that I was in a passenger plane crash featuring the plane making an emergency landing in a populated area. I was just a passenger, but I saw wings collide with people and structures as the thing plowed into a city street, skidded, and finally came to a halt. Smooth sailing seemed to have come to an end. It was a brilliantly realistic dream, slow motion, unusual. What a bringdown! I felt wrung-out and shell-shocked. It was a good day to drop everything for Spring cleaning.