The Real Feat Would Be Changing The Past

Phil Coulson: 

Got to admit this time stuff's always been a little over my head. 

Like, in Terminator. 

If John Connor's alive and able to send his friend back in time to save his Mom to make sure he's born, doesn't that mean he doesn't have to? 

Lincoln Campbell: 

I, uh, I never saw the original Terminator. 

Phil Coulson: 

You're off the team.

Jemma Simmons: 

Do you think we can do it? 

Change The Future? 

Melinda May: 

Every move we make changes The Future. 

The real feat would be changing The Past.

The Funniest Shit in The World

The World is like a Ride in an Amusement Park. 

And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s Real, because that’s how •POWERFUL• our minds are. 

And The Ride goes up and down 

and round and round. 

It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s FUN, for a while. 

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 

“Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, EVER, because : this is just a ride…”

And we… 

KILL those people.

Ha-hA!!!!!

“Shut him up!”

“We have a lot invested in this ride!! Shut him up!

Look at my furrows of worry!!

Look at my big bank account !!!

Look at my family!!!!

This just has to be REAL.....!!!!!”

Just a Ride. 

But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? 

And let the demons run amok. 

But it doesn’t matter, because: It’s Just a Ride. 

And we can change it anytime we want. 

It’s only a choice. 

No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. 

A choice, right now, between Fear and Love. 

The eyes of Fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. 

The eyes of Love, instead, see all of us as one. 

Here’s what we can do to change The World, right now, to a better ride. 

Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating The Poor of The World, which it •WOULD• many times over, NOT ONE HUMAN BEING EXCLUDED, and we could explore Space, together — both inner and outer — forever, in peace.

Thank You.

[ And Then, The Shots Rang out.... ]

= EXCUSE MY sLAUGHTER =

1988

Always Two, There Are :

No More, No Less —

A Master, and An Apprentice.

“Nineteen eighty-eight saw ecstasy, or MDMA, as the favored drug, accompanying long-form trance, ambient and dance music, Manchester “baggy” fitness wear as street wear, grunge beards, and a return to long hair. In comic books, this was the time of Deadline, Doom Patrol, Shade, and Sandman.”

Excerpt From

Supergods

Grant Morrison

Det. Sgt. Joe Friday :

Let me tell you something, Mr Lone Wolf — 

The dedicated people of the Los Angeles Police Department are one big family, from my brother, the traffic cop, to my sister, the meter maid, 

and when one of us makes a collar, we ALL make a collar.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Friday, are you on any •particular• kind of medication that as your partner I should be made aware of....?

The reason The Delorean has to be going 88 mph to break The Time Barrier is Because it is two infinity symbols rotated 90 degrees to The Perpendicular.

If you try to time travel from 1985, you arrive in 1955.

If you try to Time Travel from 1988, you end up in a Moebius Loop, and That is Why We NEED Eddie Van Halen.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

This guy knows God personally.

I hear they play racquetball together.

Det. Sgt. Joe Friday :

You just chuckle away, Mister —

I don't hear God laughing.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You will, once He sees your haircut.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Joe Friday :

Look, there's the mayor.

Pretty clever of Whirley manoeuvring him up here to Caesar's party.

He's got both people he wants to eliminate in one place.

Hey, isn't that Whirley's car?

Good evening, Reverend.

Child.

Joe Friday :

I don't see Connie.

The next car comes, follow me in.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Wait. YOU can't go in there.

When did you become Miss Manners?

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

First, you don't have a warrant.

Joe Friday :

Penal Code 836: A police officer

may make an arrest without a warrant if he believes there's probable cause...

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You're NOT a police officer any more.

I hate to be the one to break that to you, but it's The Truth.

You charge in there now, you'll NEVER get your badge back.

Joe Friday :

Whirley's the only one that knows where Connie is.

He'll tell or I'll shove that collar so far down his throat I'll have to take off his shoes to wring his neck.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

You're not even •thinking• like a cop any more.

You're thinking like a Man in Love.

Joe Friday :

Watch your language, Mister!

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Oh, Joe, l...

You've never •had• these feelings before, have you?

Joe Friday :

Almost.

I had a kitten once.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

This is gonna be a little different.

Connie won't be sleeping in a box or meowing all night or climbing up your drapes.

Or, maybe she will —You both are sort of starting from scratch with this thing.

Joe Friday :

Get out of my way!

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Last time you went after Whirley, you got suspended. 

Now you'll get arrested.

Joe Friday :

On what charge, Junior?

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

How about Section 146-A?

That's right — Impersonating a Police Officer.

It's for your own good, Joe.

In spite of every logical instinct

I've ever had... I consider you a Real Friend.

Joe Friday :

Wait.

Det. Sgt. Pep Streebeck :

Joe, GO HOME.

There's nothing more you can do here.

Believe me.

By the way, my name is Pep.

It's not ‘Mister’, ‘Junior’,

‘bub’ or ‘Streebek’. 

It's Pep.

Friendships •START• with first names... Joe.

Thanks, Max.

”On promotional copies, only a song listing and catalog number—25677—were printed on the disc itself. 

The commercial version was to only have the catalog number—printed in pink—on the spine.9 The original compact disc pressing was made by Sony DADC rather than WEA Manufacturing. 

After Prince became convinced that the album was “evil”, he ordered it to be withdrawn a week before its release date. It was replaced with the album Lovesexy, a brighter pop-oriented album with elements of religious affirmation.”

“The album features one of the most atypical Prince songs: “BOB George”, in which he assumes the identity of a profane man who suspects his girlfriend to have had an affair with a man named BOB. He asks her what the man does for a living and learns that BOB manages Prince, whom he dismisses as “that skinny motherfucker with the high voice”. 

The gun-wielding alter ego then fires a multitude of gunshots, and ends up being raided by The Police. During live performances of the song during the Lovesexy Tour, he ends up being SHOT. 

The name for the track was a combination of BOB Cavallo (former manager), and Nelson George, who was felt to have become very critical of Prince. “BOB George” features a growling monologue that is slowed down to the point of being almost unrecognizable as Prince. The voice at the end of the song that says “bizarre” is actually a stock sound from the Fairlight CMI IIx library, with its pitch raised.

The Tunnel to The Past

The observatory was featured in two major sequences of the James Dean film Rebel Without a Cause (1955), which helped to make it an international emblem of Los Angeles. 

A bust of Dean was subsequently placed at the west side of the grounds. It has also appeared in a number of other movies, including :

Fine.

It Has Often Been Said That All Comedy is Rooted in Fear –

–  The Things That Make Us Laugh are VERY Closely to The Things Frighten Us

Godmother :

Sorry, but whoever had a miscarriage, could you take it to the kitchen, please? 

Claire :

No! Don't follow me, Jake.

Oh, and this is over.

You're leaving me.

Martin The Hobgoblin :

No, no, no.

Claire :

Yes! 

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Are you drunk? 

Claire :

Yes.

Are you sober? 

Martin The Hobgoblin :

A bit.

Could you just fuck off? 

Fleabag :

Oh, absolutely not! 

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Okay, no, no.

Fleabag :

I'm staying right here.

Claire :

[EXHALES.]

I want you to leave me.

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Listen to me, I just, I have I think 

Fleabag’s Emotional Support Inner-Monologue:

( he has a little speech.  )

Martin The Hobgoblin :

I have a little speech that's building here.

Now, I know you look at me and you see a bad man with a big beard.

Claire :

You are an alcoholic and you tried it on with my sister.

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Fine.

I tried to kiss your sister on her birthday.

Claire :

My birthday! 

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Fine! 

I mix up birthdays and I have an alcohol problem, just like everyone else in this fucking country.

But I am here and I do things.

I pick up Jake up from shit, 

I make dessert for Easter, 

I organise the downstairs toilet, 

I fired the humming cleaner.

Claire :

You enjoyed that.

Martin The Hobgoblin :

I hoover the car.

I put up all your certificates 

and 

I don't make you feel guilty for not having sex with me.

I am not a bad guy! 

I just have a bad personality, it's not my fault.

Some people are born with fucked personalities.

Look at Jake.

He is so creepy, it's not his fault! 

Why the bassoon!? 

You want to know what the bassoon is!? 

It's a cry for help! 

The main fucking problem here is that you don't like me.

And that has been breaking my fucking heart for 11 years.

I love you.

I make you laugh.

I'm a douche, but I make you laugh.

You said that that was the most important thing! 

I think the thing that you hate the most about yourself is that you actually love me.

So, I am not going to leave you, until you are down on your knees begging me.

Claire :

Please, leave me.

Martin The Hobgoblin :

Oh, man.

I didn't think you'd do that in that dress.

Right.

Well I guess the only thing left for me to say is — 

Fuck You.

Fleabag :

Fuck You.

“Asking someone to mentor you, as I have said, is a simultaneous acknowledgement of vulnerability and admiration, and even in the most secular and occidental context bears a trace of Yogananda’s euphoric sincerity.

No one wants to be rejected by someone they admire and who knows they’re vulnerable. 

But after my holiday my old method of redemption through love was still giving me a good battering. 

If you’d asked me at the time what the problem was, I would have instantly blamed the woman I was going out with. 

Now I know the problem was my unreasonable, unconscious requirements.

I asked Jimmy for help, he agreed to help me. 

I told him about the melee that was my relationship and he was always able to ‘hold it’. 

Meaning that my problems never fazed him – the last thing you need when opening up your heart is for the person you’ve appointed to blanch or gag. 

He pointedly never offers unsolicited advice, instead meeting my enquiries with his own experience. 

There is a great power in this.”

Excerpt From

Mentors

by Russell Brand.

Switch :

How are you? 

LEGION:

Good. I'm good.

How are you? 

Switch :

You know.

Fine.

• LONG PAUSE•

My Dad collects Robots.

Robotto.

There's a room in our apartment.

Some are life-sized.

Some toys.

Hundreds.

Sometimes at night, I go in there.

I stand very still, and pretend I'm a Robot, too.

I am a Priest

Hey Man!

Those Marvel Movies are a TRIUMPH of Cinema !!

I •LIVE• on Those Marvel Movies, I Live •FOR• Those Marvel Movies

I Watch Those Marvel Movies more than I watch PornHub and I cum •twice• as hard while I'm doin' it.

When we are doing the will of our True Self, we are inevitably doing the Will of the Universe. In Magic these are seen as indistinguishable; that Every human soul is in fact One human soul. It is the soul of the Universe itself, and as long as you are doing the Will of the Universe, then it is impossible to do anything wrong.

The one place in which Gods and Demons inarguably exist is in the human mind, where they are real in all their grandeur and monstrosity. Much of magic, as I understand it in the Western occult tradition, is a search for the Self, with a capital ‘S’. This is understood as being the ‘Great Work’, as being the Gold the Alchemists sought, as being the Will, the Soul, the thing that we have inside us that is behind the intellect, the body, the dreams. The “inner dynamo of us” if you like.

Now this is the Single. Most. Important. Thing. that we can ever attain, the knowledge of our own Self. And yet, there are a frightening amount of people who seem to have the urge to, not just IGNORE the self, but actually seem to have the urge to OBLITERATE themselves. 

This is horrific… but you can almost understand the desire to simply “wipe out” that awareness, because it’s too much of a responsibility to actually POSSESS such a thing as a “soul”. 

Such a precious thing. ‘What if you break it? What if you lose it?’ 

Mightn’t it be best to anaesthetize it, to deaden it, to destroy it, to not have to live with the pain of struggling towards it and trying to keep it pure. 

I think that the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self, and then having to maintain it.

I’ve been looking at the history of magical thinking, and where it starts to go wrong. And, for my money, where it starts to go wrong is “monotheism”. I mean, if you look at the history of magic, you’ve got its origins in the caves, you’ve got its origins in shamanism, in animism, in a belief that everything around you (every tree, every rock, every animal) was inhabited by some sort of ‘essence’, some sort of spirit, that could perhaps be communicated with. You would have had some central shaman or visionary who would have been responsible for channeling ideas that were useful for survival. By the time you have reached the classical civilizations, you can see that this has formalized to a degree. The shaman was acting purely as an intermediary between the spirits and the people. He was, in his position in the village or community, I should imagine very much like a spiritual plumber. The people in the group would have had their own roles.. The person who was best at hunting would’ve been a hunter. The person who was best at talking to the spirits, perhaps because he or she was a bit crazy, a bit detached from our normal, material world, then they would have been the Shaman. They would not have been the masters of a ‘sacred craft’. They would have simply been dispensing their information throughout the community because it was believed to be helpful to the community.

When you get the actual classical cultures emerging, this has been formalized so that you’ve now got pantheons of gods, and each of those gods have a priest caste, that will act (to a certain degree) as intermediaries, who will instruct you in the worship of that god. So the relationship between ‘humans and their gods’, which could be seen a relationship between ‘humans & their highest Selves’, that was still a very direct one… When Christianity & monotheism comes in, then all of a sudden you’ve got a priest caste moving between the worshipper and the object of worship. You’ve got a priest caste becoming a kind of ‘spiritual middle management’ between humanity and the divine within itself that it is seeking. You no longer have a direct relationship with the godhead. The Priests don’t really necessarily have a direct relationship with the godhead. They’ve just got a book that tells you about some people who lived a long time ago who DID have a direct relationship with the godhead… and that’s alright. “You don’t need to have miraculous visions. You don’t need to have gods talking to you. In fact if you do have any of that stuff, you’re probably insane.” In the modern world, that stuff doesn’t happen. The only people who are allowed to talk to gods, and in a very kind of one-sided way, are priests…