The Ultimate Father Murders Children

The Operative: 

I'm sorry. If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to. You should have taken my offer. Or did you think none of this was your fault? 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

I don't murder children. 

The Operative: 

I do. If I have to. 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

Why? Do you even know why they sent you? 

The Operative: 

It's not my place to ask. 

I believe in something greater than myself. 

A better world. A world without sin. 

Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 

So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your better world? 

The Operative: 

I'm not going to live there. 

There's no place for me there... any more than there is for you. 

Malcolm... I'm a monster. 

What I do is evil. I have no illusions about it, but it must be done.

The Ones Who Will Bring Balance

Walter Sobchak:

 I'm saying, I see what you're getting at, Dude, he kept the money. My point is, here we are, it's shabbos, the sabbath, which I'm allowed to break only if it's a matter of life or death...

The Dude: 

Will you come off it, Walter? You're not even fucking Jewish, man.

Walter Sobchak: 

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

The Dude: 

Man, you're fucking Polish Catholic...

Walter Sobchak: 

What the fuck are you talking about? I converted when I married Cynthia! Come on, Dude!

The Dude:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Walter Sobchak: 

And you know this!

The Dude: 

Yeah, and five fucking years ago you were divorced.

Walter Sobchak: 

So what are you saying? 

When you get divorced you turn in your library card? 

You get a new license? 

You stop being Jewish..? 

I'm as Jewish as fucking Tevye.

The Dude: 

It's all a part of your sick Cynthia thing, man. Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue. You're living in the fucking past.

Walter Sobchak: 

Three thousand years of beautiful tradition, from Moses to Sandy Koufax...

You're goddamn right I'm living in the fucking past! 

I'm... Jesus. What the hell happened...

Life Coaching with George Lucas

Life Coaching with George Lucas : How to Demand What You Want for Other People to Do, Get Your Own Way, and Not Turn into a MonumentallyEgotistical Prick

"Do it Again - But only this time, Do it Better"

"Faster, and More Intense - More Energy"

Why I Try to Fix You (and Now I Won't)

"I’ve come across people that have no imaginations at all, and it’s a very interesting… .

I was shocked the first time I came across it. 

And — because I just assumed everybody had an imagination.

And when you — you confront somebody who doesn’t, especially a child, it’s a very interesting and profound thing to me. 

It — an imagination is a — is a trait, you know. 

It’s like anything else. It’s a — it’s a — it’s a talent, or it’s an ability you have to cope. 

Like Dreaming."

- George Lucas

It's about being an alchemist. And sometimes an exorcist as well.

That's what we do - that's how we heal, that's why we're here.

Most people will eventually accumulate so much toxic energy from birth injuries, mother wounds, father wounds, PTSD, every kind of childhood or adult trauma possible, and just don't know what to do with it, how to be free of it and released from it - they just carry it and stockpile it somewhere down in their subconscious (if they are fortunate enough to be able to fully suppress it, without it overwhelming them - and even if they can, it still remains TOXIC, so they are only hanging onto it as a contingency arrangement, albeit extended indefinitely, until they depart from This World)

What we can do (either with them or for them) is free them of those evil ghosts (or try to), and transmute that spiritual toxic waste into light and healing - both for themselves and for The World generally.

Just don't expect to have your labours recognised by anybody, or ever to be told 'Thank You' - that WILL happen, but that's not why we do it, and you should never expect to be gratefully noticed with honest praise by non-Empaths, because they just are not operating on that level. Yet.

But they eventually will be, and that's the whole purpose of the exercise - just don't expect to be properly rewarded. You probably won't be. Yet.

You Must Confront Vader

"Vader is Really The Ultimate Father"

- George Lucas

And I Feel Fine

It's The End of The World 

(as We Know It)

I'm in Love with You

And I Feel Fine

To Err is Human; 

To Forgive is Divine

Gatherer Hayde :

[ Speaking about Taxation ]:

To Err is Computer.

The Piece That Does Not Fit :

[ Speaking about Debts+Forebearance ] 

To Forgive is Fine

World's End

"I will not go down in history as The Mayor Who Allowed The City of London to Get Dragged Down into the Tenth Level of Hell..!!"

I'm Not Doing "Get Help"

The Knight :

You Need Help, Gary.

The King :

I Got "Help" - You Know What "Help" Was...?

Help Was a Bunch of People, Sitting in a Circle, Talking About How Horrible Everything Has Become —

THEY TOLD ME WHEN TO GO TO BED..!! 

ME!!!

It's Good to Be The King

Ever have one of those nights that starts out like any other but ends up being the best night of your life? 

It was June the 22nd, 1990. Our final day of school. 

There was Oliver Chamberlin, Peter Page, Steven Prince, Andy Knightley, and me. 

They called me "The King". 

Because that's my name - Gary King. 

Ollie fancied himself as a bit of a player but really he was all mouth. We called him "O-Man" because he had a birth mark on his face that was shaped like a six. He loved it. 

Pete was the baby of the group. He wasn't the kind of kid we would usually hang out with, but he was good for a laugh. And he was absolutely minted. 

Steve was a pretty cool guy, we jammed together. Chased the girls. I think he saw us as rivals. Sweet really. 

And Andy. Andy was my wingman. The one guy I could rely on to back me up. He loved me, and I'm not being funny, but I loved him too. 

There was nothing we were going to miss about school. Maybe Mr. Shepherd, he was one of the good guys. He used to ask me what I wanted to do with my life. 

I told him I just wanted to have a good time. 

He thought that was funny. It wasn't meant to be, not that night. 

Newton Haven was our home town, our playground. Our universe. 

And that night was the site of a heroic quest. Our aim? 

To conquer the Golden Mile - 12 pubs along the legendary path of alcoholic indulgence. 

There was the First Post, the Old Familiar, the Famous Cock, the Cross Hands, the Good Companions, the Trusty Servant, the Two Headed Dog, the Mermaid, the Beehive, the King's Head, the Hole In The Wall, all before reaching our destiny - 

The World's End

We took my car into town that night. We called her "The Beast" because she was pretty hairy. 

And so our journey into manhood began. 

We were off. 

We didn't waste any time, we hit pub one and we hit it hard. 

There was drinking, there was laughs, there was controversy, there were ladies, there were shots, there was drama, and of course there was drinking. 

By pub 5 we were feeling invincible, and decide to purchase some herbal refreshment from a man we called "The Reverend Green". 

Pint 6 put O-Man out of commission, so we carried on without him. 

Good thing, I bumped into his sister at the next pub and we went into the disableds, and then I bumped into her again. 

Sam tagged along for a while, but then I had to let her go, I had another date that night. And her name was Amber. 

Nine pints in and it was us against the world. 

Things got mental in the Beehive so we tailed it to the Bowls Club, or as we called it "The Smoke House", which is where it all went fuck-up. 

Everyone got para and Pete chucked so we had to bench him. 

In the end we blew off the last three pubs and headed for The Hills. 

As I sat up there, blood on my knuckles, beer down my shirt, sick on my shoes, knowing in my heart life would never feel this good again. 

[shows Gary in a group therapy setting] 

Gary King: 

And you know what? 

It never did. 

Group Leader: 

Interesting, Gary. Does anyone have any insight? 

Or maybe they want to challenge Gary? 

Pale Young Man: 

Were you disappointed..? 

Gary King: 

About what? 

Pale Young Man: 

You didn't make it to The World's End? 

[shows Gary with a smug grin on his face] 

Beware of Slackers - Because We DO Seek The Apocalypse

It's Slack-Tastique

We Build

We Improve

We Perfect

The Network: 

At this point your planet is the least civilized in the entire galaxy. 

Gary King: 

What did he say? 

Andrew Knightley: 

He said we are a bunch of fuck ups. 

Gary King: 

Hey it is our basic human right to be fuck ups. 

This civilization was founded on fuck ups and you know what? 

That makes me proud!

Every Day is The End of The World

Tonight, we will be partaking of a liquid repast as we wind our way up the Golden Mile. Commencing with an inaugural tankard in The First Post, then on to The Old Familiar, The Famous Cock, The Cross Hands, The Good Companions, The Trusty Servant, The Two-Headed Dog, The Mermaid, The Beehive, The King's Head, and The Hole in the Wall for a measure of the same, all before the last bittersweet pint in that most fateful terminus, The World's End. 

Leave a light on good lady, for though we may return with a twinkle in our eyes, we will be in truth blind - 

Drunk!

The Swan's Escaped from The Castle

Swan (Latin cygnus or olor) A BIRD of great symbolic significance for the ancient world (despite its rarity in Mediterranean regions); its limber neck and WHITE plumage made it a symbol of noble purity.

This is why Zeus chose to approach the unsuspecting Leda in this guise. It is interesting that Homer (in Hymn 21) praises the singing swan, which (unlike the mute swan) lives only in more northern latitudes. This swan is associated with Apollo, who also was said to be revered especially by the northern mythic race of Hyperboreans. The swan was present at the god's birth, carried him across the sky, and derived from him its gift of prophecy.

At times the swan is referred to as the enemy or opponent of the EAGLE or (like the eagle) of the SNAKE, each of which the swan frequently defeats.

The proverbial "swan song" (the significant final words or performance of a great person) goes back to the prophetic talent of the swan, already mentioned by Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.): it supposedly foresees its impending death and emits extraordinary cries bemoaning its own passing.

In fact, the singing swan of Northern Europe (cygnus musicus) can produce a powerful trumpet-like note in the upper register and a weaker one in the lower, even shortly before it is paralyzed by severe cold. If several of these swans cry at once, they do give the impression of song.

According to Germanic superstition, VIRGINS could be transformed into prophetic swan maidens (as in the Nibelungenlied)j similar myths (in which
the maidens can doff their plumage) are found in a variety of cultural contexts. In Christian thought the cygnus musicus came to symbolize the Savior crying out from the Cross in extremis. The association of the bird with song (and hence lyrical beauty) led Ben Jonson to call Shakespeare "the sweet
swan of Avon."

The swan often symbolizes feminine grace; Aphrodite and Artemis (Latin DIANA) are often portrayed as accompanied by swans. It is in part because of the association of swans with physical grace that T chaikovsky's Swan
Lake is for many the quintessential classical ballet.

In the imagery of ALCHEMY the swan symbolizes the element mercury (see SULFUR AND MERCURY) in its volatility.

The swan is important in HERALDRY as well, frequently appearing in coats of arms (e.g., those of Boulogne-sur-Mer and the Saxon city of Zwickau, whose Latin name was Cygnea). A chivalric Order of the Swan was founded in 1440, then renewed in 1843 by the German king Friedrich Wilhelm II as a charitable secular order, but never came into operation.

A strange, negative symbolic interpretation of the swan surfaces in medieval bestiaries. In contrast to its snow-white plumage, it is written, the bird has "utterly BLACK flesh": "Thus it is a symbol of the hypocrite, whose black sinful flesh is clothed by white garments. When the bird's white plumage is stripped away, its black flesh is roasted in the fire. So, too, will the hypocrite, once dead, be stripped of worldly splendor and descend into the fires of hell" [Unterkircher). Bockler, on the other hand, writes that swans do battle even with eagles if attacked. They "are the royalty among water fowl; the meaning that they carry is of the whiteness of peace" (1688). This poetic formulation is reminiscent of the swan knight, Lohengrin



fortress : Only in the Occident is a citadel viewed symbolically ("A mighty fortress is our God," Luther}. The metaphor already appears in the Old Testament: the Lord is"my goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer" [Psalm 144:2]. If we consider the constant danger of wars and invasions in the Holy Land, we can understand the desire for a safe refuge and the recourse to faith in God . Christian faith as well should constitute a walled fortress against the DEVIL'S crafty onslaughts. At times the "heavenly JERUSALEM" is portrayed as the model of a fortress that already protects the faithful.

The kingdom of hell is portrayed antithetically with a satanic fortress that glows with the FIRES within and without.

Himalayan monasteries, such as the famous Potala in Lhasa (Tibet), are true religious fortresses, corresponding in reality to the European notion of the godly citadel. Moreover, in the time of the Turkish invasions,
many churches in the southeastern part of Central Europe were enclosed by walls, further literal analogues of the Psalmist's vision.

In HERALDRY the "fortress" often appears on coats of arms in highly simplified form, viewed from the front, with towers and gate, as an indication in many cases pf a city's fortifications

Dorris

She's also a Table-dancer at Flappers. 

The Gentleman's Club.

The Emperor

" A Director is a someone who obsessed with making The World the way he wants it -

They're sort of like Emperors in that resepect. "

That's You as a Director..?

" All Directors. "

- George Lucas

"Oh, King, eh? Very Nice! Well, howdja get that, eh?

By Exploiting The Masses! 

If I went around, saying I was an Emperor, just 'cos some Moistened Bint had lobbed a Scimitar at me, they'd put me away..!! "

I Had Hoped That We Could Reason Together as Men

Don Corleone: 

[to the Heads of the Five Families] 

 How did things ever get so far? 

I don't know. It was so unfortunate, so unnecessary. 

Tattaglia lost a son and I lost a son. 

We're quits. 

And if Tattaglia agrees, then I'm willing to let things go on the way they were before.

Don Barzini: 

We're all grateful to Don Corleone for calling this meeting. 

We all know him as a man of his word.

 A modest man who will always listen to reason.

Tattaglia: 

Yes, Barzini, he is too modest. 

He had all the judges and politicians in his pocket and refused to share them.

Don Corleone: 

When, when did I ever refuse an accommodation? 

All of you know me here. 

When did I ever refuse, except one time? And why? 

 Because I believe this drug business is gonna destroy us in the years to come. 

I mean, it's not like gambling or liquor, even women, which is something that most people want nowadays and it's forbidden to them...by the church. 

Even the police departments have helped us in the past with gambling and other things. 

They're gonna refuse to help us when it comes to narcotics.

I believed that then - 

and I believe that now.

Don Barzini: 

Times have changed. 

It's not like the old days when we could do anything we want. 

A refusal is not the act of a friend.

 Don Corleone had all the judges and the politicians in New York and he must share them...

He must let us draw the water from the well. 

Certainly, he can present a bill for such services. 

After all, we are not Communists...

Don Corleone: 

I hoped that we would come here and reason together. 

And as a reasonable man, I'm willing to do whatever's necessary to find a peaceful solution to these problems.

Don Barzini: 

Then we are agreed. 

The traffic in drugs will be permitted, but controlled, and Don Corleone will give up protection in the East - and there will be the peace.

Tattaglia: 

But I must have strict assurance from Corleone. 

As time goes by and his position becomes stronger, will he attempt any individual vendetta?

Don Barzini: 

Look, we are all reasonable men here. 

We don't have to give assurances as if we were lawyers.

Don Corleone: 

You talk about vengeance. 

Is vengeance gonna bring your son back to you and my boy to me? 

I forgo all the vengeance in my son. But I have selfish reasons. 

But I'm a superstitious man, 

And if some unlucky accident should befall my youngest son, 

if he should get shot in the head by a police officer, 

or if he should hang himself in his jail cell, 

or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning —

Then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room. 

And that - that, I do not forgive. 

But that aside, let me say that I swear on the souls of my grandchildren —

That I will not be the one to break the peace that we have made here today.

Great Disturbers of The Force : When Three Men Enter, Two Men Leave

In The End — There can Be Only Two.

The Chymical Wedding

Always Two, There Are - 

No More, No Less.

A Master, and An Apprentice.

And an Applicant.

Which Shall Be Destroyed...?

The Master, or The Apprentice...?

Or The Applicant..?

Three Men Enter - Two Jedi, One Sith

Three Men Leave - 

One Jedi, One Sith, One Sith/Jedi

•WISH GRANTED•

Clearly, you can't.

Dooku never got this far —

He had to renounce The Jedi Order in order to claim his hereditary title of Count on his homeworld, and he never made it onto The Jedi Council -

So he was never a Jedi Master and a Sith Lord 

at the same time

Vader is A Jedi Master/Sith Lord who decides to serve Evil

(Because he thinks his wife and child are dead and there is nothing to live for)

Luke is a Sith Lord/Jedi Master who decides to be Good

(In order to redeem his Father)

This is Balance.

But then his father dies - 

This is a problem...