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Monday, June 30, 2014

What If...?! Part 3...I was Never Told the Untold Story

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Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  June 30, 2014

What If...?!  Part 3...I was Never Told the Untold Story

What if…?!

What if…!  I was never told the untold story?  The untold story…, where would I be today?  Probably still dead on the cold tile floors of a public rest area for all public view to see.  Where exactly was I left on the red brick colored floor where urine and fesses may lay in the cold air, it was behind a locked stall door which could be readily opened where anyone could rescue my lifeless body.  My head and body rest upon the floor after the collapse of my weight descending to the ground.  My head bleeding from the kick-plate to the cold stainless-steel bowl which holds our bodily waste.  My left and ankle extended beyond the latched doorway to my rescue and my body ever so leaning backwards into the next stall for all public view to laugh and point a finger.

There I lay, there I stayed, there… there… there to be mocked and ridiculed by those whom not know what to do.  If I hadn't revived, if I hadn't recovered, and if I hadn't awakened to my own blood which had bled and clotted.  I arose in bewilderment as to my whereabouts and as to how long I had been undiscovered; I laid there in disgrace and in disgrace of those who had left me there.  I knelt, I climbed, I stood and I staggered as I swayed trying to keep my balance; I gathered my strength upon my two feet as I leaned into the wall for balance.  The room was still cold from the fall weather as the moon had arose above the earth, and I found myself grabbing at tissue to clean and cleanse the area; and, as for myself, I needed to do the same.  I continued to awaken to my surroundings, I opened the stall door and exited to find brown paper towels for which to thoroughly clean the area and myself; I was covered in blood.  My head, my heart, and my hands laid in a covering of red plasma which needed to be washed away as my sin needed to be washed away.

My own transgression was my sin upon myself and for those who hath saved me after my suffocation.  I staggered to the wash area and cleansed my body as I cleansed the floor for which I had laid.  I manage to stop the bleeding and wash away the appearance of the disgrace I had endured.  The area which I laid and the area which I had bled over became clean with some effort, towels and water.  The basin, the kick-plate and the tiled floor became as if I was never there.  So, if this story went untold, then this story went untold; wherefore, this story is my story where I share my story to you and all.  This untold story is a story to tell; where to tell this story is to change our faces in a nation where we wear our disgraces.  The disgrace in this untold story is that I am the one that has make each person aware of the blind-sightedness of the untold story where we as people of a society are blinded by the need of an individual.

This untold story is also an untold story of the harassment, the injustice, the pain and anguish an individual must endure.  This story is about violence, vengeance, sexual assault, wrongful arrests, covert operations, non-disclosure, ignorance, bullying, and lack of integrity in mankind.  This becomes the story of stories, where stories seem untrue but are true to fact.  These stories are stories which make life sometimes unbelievable, but are the stories which make dreams come true.  This story is a story where life, liberty, justice, the pursuit of happiness and the American Way prevail.  This story is the story where we question truth, honesty, integrity, life, liberty, hope, decency, value, friendships, relationships, passion, lust, trust, ignorance, intelligence, forth rightfulness, dishonesty and thievery.  This is the story where we start tell ourselves and others “True and Factual Statements,” because this is the story of stories where “Big Fat Lies” have been told.

Where am I today?  Alive!  I am alive.  This story was the story of secrets.  The secrets are to never tell this story.  Why shouldn't my story be told?  Was it to keep me imprisoned?  Yes.  Was it to take advantage of a person whose self-worth meant something to him?  Yes.  Was it to teach this person a lesson?  Yes; but, now whose lessons are they?  This story needs to be spoken; there are many stories which overlap the initial suffocation that was broadcast live over an open internet with three individuals at the helm, and one a relative to mask the relationship of the assailant.  The story goes, “To Play USNdaddy and USNpig as the Fool” or “To Play this Man as the Fool”.  This story exposes how our fellow mankind wanted to play the role of USNdaddy, and never had the gall to tell him as to the game they were playing.  These men all hid behind one man, these women all hid behind one woman; these men followed the lead of one man, whereas, these woman followed the lead of one woman.

These man and women wanted to stand in the shoes of USNdaddy or USNpig just as Carroll Scherber stood in the sandals of Jesus Christ.  I easily spoke of how “they all wanted to be USNdaddy but could not stand up to him.”  These words became easily misconstrued.  In these stories, one was to stand on the backside of another; whereas, another was to sit upon the lap of another.  USNdaddy stands for his integrity and honor, his knowledge and kindness, his aid and courtesy, and his self-identification.  When one man stands for these values, do others chastise and ridicule?  Or, do these share and treasure the measure of the man?  We would rather play a man or woman as the fool rather than ask ourselves as to how I can share in this person’s life.  So, to play the man or woman as the fool is truly to stand in another’s shoes.

I can sit here and read out to you many examples of how to play our fellow mankind as the fool; or, I can write upon the descriptions of the fool.  Which would you prefer…?  Well, here are just a few definitions of the word “Fool.”  To dupe, to make the clown, to make the laughing stock, to hoodwink, or to make one the monkey.  My experience here has been where they have mislead, deceived, and to make me look as if I was the buffoon.  Why?  I have easily spoke to the events that have occurred, but these reason are because I would not play their game; I just played their game a bit differently, but yet, a little the same.  I decided to take down an entire community, one nation, one government, and several crimes all in one motion of the pen.  These reasons have been outlined throughout my story thus far; I find more and more reasons that mankind plays me as the fool.  If we stop and examine a time not too long ago, but in our distant past where one man was played as the fool differently than other men have played the men of the Holy Bible as the fool.

Jesus Christ was played as the fool in many ways which are still unknown to mankind; these stories are being communicated to me, Carroll Scherber, through the words of Jesus Christ and our Holy Father.  The games we are here to play are the games that came down from the Kingdom of Heaven; these games we share a little the same as the Jesus Christ shared with his men and women of his time.  Each man, each woman, each child and each animal has been played as the fool.  What we don’t see is how our Holy Father plays mankind as the fool.  When He plays us as the fool, he plays us as the fool.  When He finds His children, the ones that are to lead man and women out, He places trials and stresses upon these men; whereas, the women are the ones who are there to comfort the men and children, whereas, the children are there to comfort and build a companionship with our animal kingdoms.

Each of these men where played as the fool in differently than each woman was played as the fool; each man plays a game as an animal, whereas, each woman plays a game as an animal.  Each animal plays each animal as the fool upon its backside.  Do our fingers play each man, woman or child as the fool?  Can you answer these questions within the mirror?  Can you answer the questions with someone pointing a finger?  Can you answer these questions with someone on your backside?  As animal, we or they don’t have to answer these questions; we or they just dig their claws into our or their backsides without question.  The reasons animals have are to play a game with each other; are we the animals or are the animals the animals within a kingdom of games?  Animals play these games either for food, training, growth or for fun.  How they play these games is up to the animal; whereas, how we play these games as mankind is up to mankind…that is each and every one of us.

Mankind has been known to play games with animals, and animals have been known to play games with mankind.  Mankind is still playing games with animals, animals are still playing games with animals, and mankind is still playing games with mankind.  I’ll agree that mankind are animals just as animals are animals are to mankind.  Animals play us as the fool for food, animals played us as the fool for change as to mankind played animals as the fool for growth and expansion.  Today, mankind still plays mankind as the fool for science, technology, food, and growth in population, experimentation, incarceration, comedy, parody, knowledge, training, leadership, mentoring, and a pursuit of identity.  Another way to play man as the fool is through deformation of character, plagiarism, and to falsely accuse one based on your own beliefs.

Where are the animals?  Where is mankind?  We are standing right here before you, we are right here behind you, and we are right here next to each other; or, next door or down the street.  However, you see yourself …look upon the mirror; change its lighting if you cannot see, change its view if you cannot follow, or change the animal that stands before the looking glass.  There are many more animals that stand behind you waiting for the mirror.  As we gaze and ogle in the reflecting glass we change its lighting depending on the mood or the mood of the reflection that peers back at us.  We enhance the shadows or we contrast the features whether the features be upon our faces or the features of where the reflecting glass appears.  The reflecting glass is set before us just as a pool of water is rises in the oasis.  As to whether we allow another to take their turn in the reflecting pool, or if we allow another animal to drink beside us; the lighting always changes, the mood always looks dim, the faces always look the same, and the water is always washes away our disgraces.

The water in the reflecting pool always rotates, clockwise or counterclockwise.  The water is always revolving with the changes in the day, the night, the rising of the sun, or the setting of ball that glows in the evening horizon.  The pool bends and curves around our faces just as the light brightens our nature.  The reflecting pool is a view to follow, because whether you are animal or man, man or woman, woman or child you eyeball and scrutinize the image that sets before you.  The animal that stands behind you is waiting to point a finger for the animal that stands beside you is ready place a paw in the water that holds your image.  The water in the pool is still the same as it was just moments ago; but, the image in the water is different than is was seconds ago if it was not moments ago. 

So, as the line to the oasis grows, so do the faces of the animal kingdom who wish to gawk and stare upon the faces that have come before them.  Some animal refuse to move, some animals wish to take their time, some animals are in a hurry, and some animals never leave.  The mirror which reflects the pool of images either grows or withdrawals.  As animals we either move forward or we cower away; but, when we stand there alone… we stand there alone.  The images are always altering, the rings are always transforming, and the faces which hold our images are always shifting; whereas, the shifting rings upon our faces always revealing.  As the rings change around our faces, so do the rings around those who stand next to us.  When we replace the lines either on our faces or the lines that stand behind us, we can create a ring of animals and people around us who are with us and not against us.  If they are against us, then their fingers are pointing towards us; so, when you are in the reflecting glass alone and a finger is pointing toward you, then you are pointing a finger against those who are against you.

Now you see the paw that sets before you, here is where you reach for my hand.  My hand is a link to my heart; whereas, my heart is a connection to my head.  My paws always being washed, whereas, my hands always wash my faces.  My paw can be placed into your hand; whereas, you paw can be placed into mine.  Your hands wash your faces; whereas, your hands wash away the sin.  Our transgressions and our sins can be seen upon our faces because the distortion of the reflection is visible to those who don’t place their hands and paws to their faces as we wash away sin, the grief, the strife, the anguish, the misery, the heartache, and the dirt from the day.  As we either wash our hands or faces in the pool of water that washes away our transgression which cleanses us of sins, we raise our heads to see who is around us, or those who stand behind us.  We all gather at the same oasis due to this is the only water that rises in the desert; whereas, this is location of the water that rises and falls in the sink before us.

As my hands wash away my sins my heart is supposed to be lead to purity; but, my head does not erase the transgression.  The cleanliness of my heads does not mean my heart is pure; the purity of my heart does not mean my head has not lead me in to transgression.  My head is full of thought, my hands are full of dirt, and my heart is full of pain and anguish.  My head can release my emotion; whereas, my heart can feel my release of torment.  Your hands reach for my paws, so my heart can release the suffering where your head can open your heart to mine.  Your heart can open and close as your hand closes around mine; your head can be close-minded, whereas, your heart can be open.  Your head can be open, but your paw can be closed; whereas, my heart opens to yours, but your heart can be closed to mine.

We all meet at the oasis, we all gather at places, we all glance at one another, and we explore the water for the water is there for us to either drink or to wash our hands and faces.  Where we fail is when the finger that points in our direction may be the claw within the paw that rips away at our heads and our hearts.  Our hands are the ones that lead us into sin for our heads are the ones that lead us into transgression.  When we follow the finger we follow those who will either lead us into temptation or lead us into guidance.  Our fingers can easily equal our mouths, our mouths can easily swallow the sin that was taken into our hands, and our paws and mouths tear away at the sin that we are ready to devour.  We share our decision to either take the guidance of our leader, or we chose to consume the knowledge which is brought before us.  Where we place our heads, our hearts and our hands are where we place our faces, our paws and our beliefs.

We follow the finger no matter what direction it points; it point up, down, right, left, forward or backward and maybe even sideways.  Our fingers go around in circles and so do our lives.  The direction is for us to choose.  The guidance is for us to take.  When, we choose make our decision as to follow or lead then we are the ones responsible for the direction we lead others.  In the military, we are provided all sorts of guidance and leadership no matter if it is wrong or if it right.  Do we question the guidance or do we question our leadership?  In Boot Camp, we are brought down to our knees; not to suck someone’s dick or eat out someone’s ass, but brought down to our knees psychologically to improve ourselves and to prove our dedication to leadership.  We are sometimes torn apart as an animal tears and chews away at its new kill; whereas, by the element of surprise we are brought a trophy to inspire and motivate us as an adult lion brings her cubs a meal for her pride.  As our trophies grow; so, do we.  As our adolescence grows we strength our spirit; our spirit may be weak, our spirit it may be strong, our spirit may not be known, but our spirit can always be set free.

We consume the knowledge and guidance set before us, we mature and grow based on this information, we become wise and learned to instill into others the confidence and character of our nature.  Our character and nature grows as our animalistic nature grows; what we choose to do with it is our choice.  Our determination as to the character we are going to play is based upon our willpower to overcome the obstacles that are set in our way.  The obstacle can easily be the animal that we chase down and hunt, the obstacle can be another animal waiting in the lurches, or the obstacle can easily be the ignorance of our leadership.  How we choose to overcome the obstacle can be to take the animal by surprise; or maybe, just maybe… to play the animal as the fool.  To play the animal as the fool is to take the animal by surprise as we are waiting in the lurches.  We speed to the attack and take the animal down that is on the chase for his meal.  We jump upon the animal’s backside with all our weight and dig our claws into the meat where we can take the animal by the throat.

So..., now we have a fresh kill we can either decide as to what to do with the meat.  Do we either share this meal as we share our oasis or do we squander and take this collation as our own reward?  If we share what is before us, then we share all that is placed before us.  If we choose to scoff down a feast by ourselves, then we have chosen a path of instability.  Our pathways are chosen by our actions; our inactions are our obstacles.  Whether are instability is are obstacle is only determined by our gluttony.  In what manner we choose to destroy our prey can be illustrated by our leadership and management; are management can be consumed by gluttony and self-righteousness.  Our guidance and mentorship can steer us into the wrong direction as our animalistic nature can raze us into devastation.  This behaviour can send us into exile just as an animal who has been exiled from the pack.  How we choose to lead can be determined as to how well we follow just as how well we listen is determined as to how well we hear.  If we hear the call to feast upon our meal, then we have heard the call to share our wealth.  If we have chosen to remain silent and fend off merging predators, then we may have conversely decided the road of isolation for this pathway is where self-guidance and spiritualism can be self-motivating.

Isolation is a lonely one even for an animal; the animal must learn to hunt and fend for one’s self.  Humanity can be desolate if isolated.  One must seek out knowledge, mentorship, guidance and counselling to lead us into a direction for either animal or mankind to stand in the forefront of humanity.  As an animal, we stand upon all fours, open our mouths and raise our paws to defend and stand over our prey.  As humans, we stand upon two feet even for those who cannot stand but must sit; we have the right to defend either one’s self or the right to defend others where the rights of one’s self or others no matter the cost of the leadership and direction that has been provided.  Even a leader can provide misdirection, they can make you look like a buffoon, they can propel you into a direction like no other, or they can cause a cataclysmic episode as to where the devastation can bring about change.  Consequently, the end result is in the hands of the outcast.  Even the outcast of the pride can make a change; the outcast can be welcome into a herd of various animal kingdoms because the outcast may go unnoticed.

If the outcast is considered the fool, then who are we?  Are we not equally the fools for sending out the animal to lay down near the lamb?  Or, are we the fools for placing ourselves upon his backside with our claws tearing away at his flesh?  As we tear our claws into the flesh to reveal the meat, do we find a heart where we may find a brain; or, do we find an arrow piercing the heart where we may find the color of violence?  We know that our brains are not near our hearts, but our souls are held in safe keeping; whereas, the brain is in control of how we protect our hearts, our brains and our souls.  Do we look to our hearts, or do we look to our intelligence to guide us?  Our souls are guided by our hearts, whereas, our hearts are guided by our head to extend our hand which will lead us in to change.  Violence will bring change, knowledge will bring intelligence, ignorance will bring stupidity, and kindness will bring transformation.  Your transformation is based upon how you manipulate the information and how you learn.  Some learn by reading, some learn by doing, some learn through visualization, and some are tacticians who are those that learn by reading, doing and through visualization.

Our behaviour can either be violent in nature or it tolerant; how we choose to utilize our behaviour is based on our see ourselves.  Our souls are going to determine our nature, animalistic or not; whereas, our minds are going to determine how we behave.  So, are we going to behave like animals or are we going to be behave as intelligent beings?  Animal or not, human or not; we are still animals whether we stand upon two feet or whether we crawl upon all fours.  How we choose to walk across the earth or crawl upon the gravel pit, or how we slither into another’s life we have the right to spread our wings and soar across the skies.  We are all here for a reason, so let’s choose, let’s decide, let’s make an educated decision, let’s ask for guidance, let’s stand for a purpose, let’s act upon our knowledge for which we have been provided, and let’s act upon the mouth piece, the ears and eyes we have been provided.  We use these thing to gain wisdom into our actions; we use these things to gain wisdom into another’s actions.  How we choose to utilize all these things is depending on how we choose to fulfill our lives.

Let’s ask a friend, let’s ask a family member, let’s ask a teacher, let’s ask a mentor, let’s ask adult, let’s ask a child, let’s ask professor, let’s ask a person who obtains the knowledge for whom we gained the information, and let’s as ourselves do I truly know what I’m talking about.  As an animal we are taught, we are mentored, we are educated in the ways of a hunter and killer, and we imparted with a gift of playfulness.  As mankind, we are furnished with the same instincts; how we choose to impart these gifts are the decisions that we make.  Even as animals we make decisions on a daily basis whether they are right or wrong, whereas, as humankind we make deceive decisions as to whether the answers are wrong or right; we also make a decision as to whether to ask a question.  As a part of the animal kingdom we are different because we have been granted with a gift of conscience; whereas, as if we were just animals walking, crawling or slithering across the gravel pit or whether if we swim distances across the ocean we are only behaving in our animalistic nature for which we were taught or mentored.

In the animal kingdom we are seek acceptance for our behaviour, our attitude, our knowledge, and our appearance.  In the species of man, we are seeking for forgiveness.  In the species of animals, we take so we can thrive.  As man or woman, we set before ourselves the decisions and places we elect.  When we travel in a pack, a tribe, a herd or a clan; whereas, mankind we have opted to travel in the same form or we have opted to travel independently.  The path we choose is a pathway to a roadway in the animal kingdom.  The doorway we choose is a doorway to the Kingdom of Heaven or a doorway to the Animal Kingdom from the Kingdom of Heaven.  The places we pick are the places we prefer; the keys we hold are the keys we place in our pockets.  The keys we hold in our hands are the keys that will open our hearts.  The keys we deploy to open the doorway to the roadway into our hearts is through our head.  As to how we benefit from the keys to these open doorways will lead us upon a roadway of a lifelong decisions that will take us through the Animal Kingdom and into the Kingdom of Heaven.

As we consume what we deplete we waste the information that we have spent a lifelong time learning.  The lifelong lessons are our lifelong lessons in life, in education, in leadership, in mentorship, in teaching, in sponsorship and in companionship. Animal kingdom does not waste the meals for which they have partaken, nor the knowledge of the teachings which lead them into the afterlife.  In this animal kingdom our afterlife is the life in the hereafter, and as how we choose to get into the afterlife is an indication of how we choose to live this life.  We all do something differently in the animal kingdom where we all do something the same.  We all do something the same in mankind, whereas, we all do something differently as humans.  If this is unclear then maybe life is unclear, and we should wipe the dirt from the looking glass before we wash away the gossip from our faces.  The mud that resides within the oasis is where the water once stood; and the scuttlebutt is what looms over the earth.

I just heard this evening a line that brings to light the truth about ignorance; it reads, “Say something so that I know that you are not really hurt.”  And, where the reply reads, “I’m really hurt.”  Do you see the ignorance this this statement; do you see the ignorance that has been placed before you?  If I were to tell you something about the difference between a “Stupid Mother Fucker” and a “Dumb Mother Fucker,” would you be able to recognize the differences in the mirror or in the water which now diminishes before our irises in the oasis where we have come to gather.  The watering hole can either be around the scuttlebutt, or in the desert for which the animal kingdom plays these games.  Hence, the difference between a “Stupid Mother Fucker” is the difference between a “Dumb Mother Fucker;” where the “Dumb Mother Fucker” wades into the mud and is surely to get stuck, and the “Stupid Mother Fucker” is the one who fails to wash away the mud from his or her faces.

Some of us may not wear mud upon our faces, but we wear the lies which lie in the lines of our faces.  In a pride of animals the lines may not be seen, but the wrinkles upon the body show the age of the lion; whereas, the irises hold the youth of our eyes when we gaze into the looking glass which hold the reflecting pools of our corneas.  So, when we walk up on a mother fucker, do we look then in the eye and say, “Oh, my fucking god, Mother Fucker” without signify as to what kind of mother fucker they are?  Either the diminishing waters of the oasis where the palms rise above the earth signify the wealth of the land or irises of the animal kingdom signify the wealth of knowledge which one may hold whether if the facts are true or if the gossip is a “Big Fat Lie.”  The wealth holds are riches, our riches hold our fortune, and our fortune hold our resources which come in abundance upon this gravel pit of life.

When the resources are left to one man or one woman who is going to stand and confront the mother fucker as to whether if the data is accurate of if it is false.  For false data can lead to an inaccuracy of evidence; whereas, true data can lead to knowledge, communication, and wisdom.  These things bring companionship, honesty, partnership, heroism, valor, integrity, intrepidness and bravery to stand against the foe which may hold the ignorance and self-righteousness of their leadership.  We all have taken a pathway through our irises to open or close a doorway which awaits the truth.  For the truth is what leads us into another’s home; whereas, the lies turn us away from the wisdom of another’s soul.  Each of us plays a part in the animal kingdom of life; as to what part we play lies in the forefront of the mirror.  What lies behind us is another animal waiting to find out who they are in the reflecting pool.  As the waters rise and fall so to the mother fuckers who travel along the gravel pit.  As the mother fuckers approach the reflecting glass, so do the mother fuckers who encroach upon the reflecting pools.

When you determine in either the reflecting glass or the reflecting pool as to whether you are a “Dumb Mother Fucker” or a “Stupid Mother Fucker” is dependent upon how often a change in the water occurs.  As the water ripples, so the waves in the ocean.  At the tables turn, so do the rules of the game.  So, when we look into the pools of each other’s irises I never stand alone; I am always there with an image of who I am.  As to whether the image of you appears to me is left up to you as to whether stand beside me where you and I can see each other, or if your decide to stand behind me and point a finger.  So, when you advance upon my backside, place your hand upon my shoulder and let me know that you are friend so I may look into your irises and tell you a “True and Factual Statement.”  Where your claws come over my shoulder I take as foe, or I take you as a playmate because you are my companion.  So, whether if you are there to mock me or if you are there to make fun of my image I raise a brow to signify as to who I am.  I stand there at the watering hole every day, every moment, every minute, and every second and every millisecond knowing as to who I am whether if the water wakes or ripples, or whether if the water turns to mud or if it should become clear.

As to whether you my story went untold or not is up to the mother fucking animals who share the oasis with me because the water turns either clockwise or counterclockwise, but the time on our faces always moves forward.  Where the droves of animals who stand behind me waiting their turn at the pools because the lines where we stand in front of the mirror increases in size and length, because each person who stands behind me is just another mother fucking animal who does not know who they are and is awaiting their turn to wash away the dirt and grime from their faces.  So, when I walk away from the reflecting glass and you take your places where you place your two because at the watering hole we place our four feet I can either turn to you and greet you or I can walk away from you because you face is covered in the disgust to which you are about to wash away the lave of dirt which resides in places within the lines and circles of your faces.

When we walk away from the pools which hold our disgraces, do we let the water drain from the basin or do we let it stand for another animal to do the job for you?  Do you stand there and go “Oh, my fucking god” when the basin reveal the evidence of the last animal that was standing in front of the looking glass, or do you clean away their disgrace gracefully, or do you hide the evidence inside a container under the sink?  As you look upon the evidence that remains you see the animal that stood there before you.  You may not recognize the intelligence of the animal, but you may see it characteristics.  The characteristics of animal that stood there before you are as simple as the features in ones faces.  You can tell where one has been or where one is traveling to; for the pathway to the receding water is through evaporation or through a drain pipe.  The earth hold the water for which we have discarded, the earth holds the mud for which the water retreated, and the earth holds the disgraces within the mud for which it has washed away.

What we choose to do is what we choose to do; what they choose to do is what they choose to do.  Subsequently, we are left with the loam which will either hard our head or our hearts, because the clay is now returned to the earth.  As we will be either their buried or cremated, we become the clay which others will drink from; and as to what we take with us is left up to the animal that stands before the reflecting pool.  So, I look up and I look down and find that there are two pools which hold my irises; one may be clear as glass and or the other may full of earth which stores the water for which we are to drink from.  I am lucky, I am lucky; the basin is clear as glass.  There is no mud today, there is no disgrace, there is no misfortune, there is no waste; there is only a crystal of water which peers as reflecting glass.  The water reflects the oasis, whereas, the mirror reflects my image.  My images are now being echoed in the places I stand; and, I can now take my time to find out who I truly am.

The time I spend is the time I choose to spend for the lines increase and never descend.  So…, if I were to tell another man’s story, I would speak of a man who has shown me a mirror which carries the truth of who I am.  The mirrors below me are the pools which wash away the images of who I am, and the mirrors before me echo the mirrors which hold my soul.  Where my image holds the truth and the waters hold the lies, I can place my hands within the water to place my hands upon my faces.  As the waters wash away my faces the waters wash away the lies; the truth is what is left behind.  I am here in the water, I am here in the glass, I am here upon my two feet, and I am here… I am here before you.  I am here in the mirror and I am here standing in line before you; whereas, you are standing here behind me looking to the reflecting glass watching me and waiting.  Fittingly, you are my shadow, you are my friend, you are my companion, you are my family, and you are not my foe.  These animals are man, these animals are woman, and these animals are animal waiting to be fed.

When you rise from the water, you rise from disgrace.  When you look across, you look with deliberateness.  With the look of deliberateness you stop and glare with wonder as to who the image is in the mirror.  The image is a new picture because every picture is not the same.  Every picture is a new face especially the face that looks and glares back at me with deliberateness.  Now, with my faces washed and my sins in the basin before me I now have to make that decision as to whether to drain the basin or let evaporation take its toll upon my sin.  Maybe, if I look behind me… I can see another who awaits me.  Do I wish to show him or her my sin, or do I remove the evidence of my lies.  So, if I decide to sewage my lies, then, I decide to hide behind the cloak for which I have shielded my irises from.  Against my hand lies my dagger; my dagger is my finger, and my mouth is my sword.  So, when I remove my dagger from my sword, I can remove the lies for which I am about to abandon.  The cloak which has shielded my irises is the image I bury in cosmetics; for these are the masks I wear.  My lies now lie beneath the drain pipe, and I now have a new cloak over my irises.

I am now ready; I have taken my time.  I turn to you without a word.  I place my arm around your shoulder, and my paw grasp the hand you have eagerly given to me.  I do not say what I found in the mirror for I am not quite sure.  I still have buried myself inside the lies for which I have failed to tell a candid statement where sincerity and goodness of mankind shall rest.  As I turn away from you, I turn and look back into the mirrors of reflection to take notice that another has taken my place, and another is waiting their turn.  Do I question the whether if I drained the basin for which lied my disgust of who I am, or do I question the mother fucker who has to look upon himself or herself?  Do I question whether if they see the same thing or the same things that I have seen?  They may have seen something differently about me, or maybe the see something the same about themselves.  I turn back around and nudge you with my nose still not revealing who I am.  I am covered in cloak with a sword in my mouth whereas this time my dagger is in my words.  I may still be your friend, I may still be your family, I may even be covered in a uniform, or I may not be covered at all; nevertheless, I am here… I am here… I am here right beside you and all others are left at the pools of reflection with mirrors to their souls awaiting the revelation of spirit to be brought upon them.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

The PANDORA Effect ~ Where Do We Stand?

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber
Created:  January 26, 2014
Revised:  July 16, 2016
July 24, 2020 


Where Do We Stand?

I know this story has taken some leaps and bounds to draw your attention to the darkest side of harassment and how our society can badly beat, bruise, possess, coerce, force, inflict harm, damage and destroy one singular extraordinary human life who has genuinely done no wrong accept to be accepted by those who do and do not identify with him.  The maltreatment of others is something I endeavor never to execute intentionally or wrongfully.  There are those which lend contacts cruelly and poorly and there are those who seek out the destruction of one’s identity; I have merely cared or taken regard for those who are within my presence either far-distant in character or those who may be assured of oneself.  I am a caretaker at heart with a cognizance of those with who may not identify with themselves as easily as they are to judge others; thus, denoting the significance behind USNdaddy.

Where do we stand?  Do we unite with those who may lie, cheat or steal; do we lay down like dogs and cats or stand upon all fours and speak aloud?  Do we roar like lions, or cower like mice; do we stand upon our two feet as Homo sapiens for the weak, the helpless, the strong, the autonomous, the blind-sided or maybe someone known to have played a “Snitch”?

It appears there is a portion of society that is supposed to unite as community of brotherly love and understanding, which may have abandoned their outskirts of San Francisco or their hometowns containing the persecution of the outcasts, the curious, the estranged, the misfits and the misunderstood beings which reside either as your neighbor or your companion.  We can imagine we have converged together to unite as friends or foes, neighbors, “family” or families either heterosexual or homosexual into tranquil and safe haven community of members with a uniqueness and quality of its own which can be defined by its individuals living in either a single abode, or as roommates, tenants or partnerships.  As individual human beings, not animals…but, as mammals, we are striving to find a kinship, a bond, a unified cohesiveness to the madness which may have torn us apart and drove us to a destination of beauty, tranquility and harmony where the skyline meets the mountain range and the oasis characterizes the palms which tower above our lawns and shade our pools of glory.

Where and when do we account for our values and actions?  Dishonesty does not equate to integrity, truthfulness and honor!  Do we respect our uniqueness, our qualities, our virtues, our traits and our merits; or do we discharge and disrepute these characteristics which others may deem worthy within themselves or as other loved ones may see them?  Do our loved ones see us for who we are or who we have become, do they still perceive us as a child, an adolescent, or as an adult; do they negate our independence and eccentricity or do they allow us to become the adult men and women they want and trained us to be?  Do “we” even acknowledge as to who “we” truly are; such as, what are our qualities, virtues, traits of life, and our merits which we stand upon?  Do you identify with your own characteristics first, or do we allow others to define us?  Are our decision we make in life our decisions, or are we allowing other members of our families, our extended family members, our friends, our acquaintances, our neighbors, our enemies, our allies, our intruders or even our evaders to make those decisions for us?

As I was growing up, family members made several decisions for me which most parents and family members do because they want the best for their brothers, sisters, children, nieces and nephews.  Providing a direction, fields of study are known as “Jack-of-All-Trades” and a “Master-of-None.”  It is my belief, my parents may have gone too far in their decisions as to which field of study I should have skilled myself in rather than guiding me into on specific field of study, “following in their footsteps.”  I guess this is a bit of irony due to my mother herself is a “Jack-of-All-Trades;” where my father, Norbert, was an Engineer, and my stepfather, Edward, was an Operating Engineer.  I struggled for many years as the colloquialism goes “to find one’s self;” I would rather think of as struggling to identify with oneself.  To “identify with one’s self” is to know through-and-through as to “who we truly are.”  Around Junior High or Middle School, we start learning inside a classroom to find out who we are as boys and girls; or as my LinkedIn page states these days, “Who Am I”!  The Summary reads:

Who Am I?

I am a confident and reliable “Unique” source in Project Management.  My technique is a viable, seamless marriage between a clear informative voice of communication between companies, vendors and clients.  Blended with a pragmatic inventive business solutions mind-set, creating a successful “team vibrancy” that engages while empowering one unique instinctive voice in today’s oscillating market place.

Excelling in a multi-dimensional data exchange, and using a skillset that possess an excellent work strategy in complex problem solving, confident judgment credited by my personal conviction established doctrine which reinforced by my military achievements; allowing my decision-making abilities direct a successful business and corporate campaign.

Proficiency Microsoft Suite synchronizing a strong operating communication standard, generating one “ever moving forward” identifiable network format.

Detecting and identifying insufficiencies and inefficiencies in customer service, web and database content, practical application, and business operations.  My keen eye for detail; and an analytical aptitude for synchronizing human processes, that deconstruct the chaos of complexity resulting in one clarified technological cornerstone.

Much like the dogma of “Herding Cats[i]”.  The goal here is simple and structured.  A chaos-free ever winding road of our expression…with one discernible voice…tumbleweeds (optional)! :)

Now that you have read through my summary, you are probably questioning how does this apply to “Where do we stand.”  With a friends assistance[ii], he and I collaborated on how this should read due to he had an insight as to what I was trying to express in order to obtain an occupational career.  We normally start our resumes with an objective statement starting with the word, “Objective;” I decided to change this word to make my objective identify more closely with who I am as an individual reading, “Who Am I”!  This goal statement uniquely illustrates who I am in a career choice; conversely, it does not completely round out who I am as an educated individual, or who I am in my personal life. 

I am utmost never embarrassed to be the mammal I am.  As a mammal, I can associate from right and wrong; and disassociate my personal life from my professional one.  Consequently, I am never ashamed of who I am and who I’ve become.  My life is different today than it was three years ago, to seven years ago; from the start of these stories of my life as it will be from now to eternity.  My eternal life has already been chosen, and my Coloring Book has already been written and is in constantly changing due to my life here on this earth has not ended as of yet; it has restarted after death.  I may have come to a pause on several occasions, once when I was four years of age, once when I was twenty-four years of age, once when I was forty-seven years and then once again at forty-eight.  This may seem too many times for one individual to have lose his life and to have come back from either the unconscious or the unrecoverable.  That time when I was only four years of age, I was unconscious for three minutes.  At twenty-four, due to a major car accident, I was unconscious for six minutes; in medical terms this was the last moments of brain activity to sustain the human body.  With the smothering at forty-seven, my unconsciousness lasted for five minutes.  And, lastly, with my overdose at the age of forty-eight, my death lasted for two hours and three minutes.  These men and women who have been overseen the PANDORA Effect say it is not possible to come back from death and I would have only to have been unconscious.  What they neglect to admit, is that they knew I took the sixty tablets of fifty milligrams of Trazodone with one pint of water; which would have left me for dead.  How you I know I was dead?  Because sixty tablets of Trazodone will cause one to bleed out by the chemical reaction of the medication opening all your capillaries throughout your body.  How I arose from death itself is still a mystery to them who control the PANDORA Effect.  These individuals in control of the PANDORA Effect have a record, an audio log and memory video log, indicating they attempted to save my life during the time of the overdose.  So, if they have these audio and video logs, why don’t they believe me or their own data records where I was legally dead lying upon a public restroom floor inside a rest area?  What do they believe in?  Obviously, it is not themselves, their data, the one who may have tried to save my life, or the one that actually committed the suicide.  Is their belief or intelligence undermined by their ignorance?  What is the depth of their ignorance; do they even postulate or fathom the gravity of their own intelligence, not even considering the knowledge pool of individual creatures they are, or animal kingdoms they have created utilizing USNdaddy’s personal Animal Kingdom, Scrabble and Binxy?  The animal kingdoms which were created by individuals by naming other individuals either Scrabble or Binxy could not postulate the gravity of their own actions which lead to terrorism of an individual which lead the individual into committing suicide.

In the summer of two-thousand and twenty-twelve the terrorism started when the Lieutenant Lisa Hamilton John Anderson realized through this form of communication, under the PANDORA Effect, that I would not submit to being brainwashed due to I grew up with the knowledge of brainwashing within my family.  My mother is educated in the field of Social Work where her occupation takes her into these fields and homes on a daily basis.  Within the field of her major, Social Work, Psychology and Sociology are prevalent.  These fields deal in methods of how individuals are brainwashed.  A military technician also challenges oneself or another within the group.

I also studied Sociology and Psychology as part of my curriculum in obtaining my Bachelor’s degree as most of us would have.  What Lieutenant Officer John Hamilton fails to realize is that there are other intelligent persons, mammals, in the world beside those who she he deems worthy of her his intellect.  She He failed to ask the “Very Important Questions;” she he utterly believes in the “Big Fat Lies.”  The lack of truth which was divulged through her his own relative, John Lisa Hamilton, and those he is associated with, John Gibbons.  This equipment was contracted for the Riverside County Sheriff’s and Rancho Mirage Police Departments of Coachella Valley.  If you don’t know which cities make up the Coachella Valley community, they are the West Valley made of Palm Springs, Cathedral City and sometimes Cabazon, and formerly called Down Valley which became Mid Valley for Rancho Mirage, Palm Desert and Indian Wells; and later East Valley for Indio, Coachella and unincorporated towns farther down, but now called South Valley which includes La Quinta, and nowadays, North Valley for Desert Hot Springs and unincorporated areas surrounding them[iii].

With a principal understanding of Sociology and Psychology and how they function together, I can derive the behavioral aspects of what they were aspiring to accomplish with the PANDORA Effect in creating a better soldier through forms of brainwashing and terrorism.  If you haven’t seen the movie, “Men Who Stare at Goats,” you may want to take the opportunity to do so; it brings to light an example of what our government is aiming to accomplish through the PANDORA Effect.  Looking at the definitions of these terms, Brainwashing, Psychology, Sociology and Terrorism; we learn that:
  
Brainwashing[iv]
  1:    A forcible indoctrination to induce someone to give up basic political, social, or religious beliefs and attitudes and to accept contrasting regimented ideas
  2:    Persuasion by propaganda or salesmanship

Psychology[v]
     1:    The science of mind and behavior
    2a:    The mental or behavioral characteristics of an individual or group
     b:    The study of mind and behavior in relation to a particular field of knowledge or activity

Sociology[vi]
     1:    The science of society, social institutions, and social relationships; specifically:  the systematic study of the development, structure, interaction, and collective behavior of organized groups of human beings
      2:   The scientific analysis of a social institution as a functioning whole and as it relates to the rest of society

Terrorism[vii]
  1:    the systematic use of terror especially as a means of coercion

Terror[viii]
  1:    a state of intense fear
2a:    one that inspires fear:  scourge
  b:    a frightening aspect <the terrors of invasion>
  c:    a cause of anxiety :  worry
  d:    an appalling person or thing; especially :  brat
  3:    violent or destructive acts (as bombing) committed by groups in order to intimidate a population or government into granting their demands <insurrection and revolutionary terror>

Now that we have the definitions for these terms, we apply the PANDORA Effect to them.  I have pulled some additional information on Electromagnetic Weaponry to aid you in an understanding of how can be applied to terrorism.

Bio-Electromagnetic Weapons[ix]:

The Ultimate Weapon

Electromagnetic weapons operate at the speed of light; they can kill, torture and enslave; but the public are largely unaware that they exist, because these weapons operate by stealth and leave no physical evidence.  Electromagnetic weapons have been tested on human beings since 1976.  By widely dispersing the involuntary human test-subjects, and vehemently attacking their credibility, it has been possible for the United States to proceed with these human experiments unhindered by discussions or criticisms, let alone opposition.  This ultimate weapon system is currently being deployed in Iraq.  The US Air Force and the Marine Corps refer to it as “active denial technology”, as if it were used purely for defense, but it is not.

Reading Brain Waves and Mind Control

In 1959, Saul B. Sells, a professor of social psychology at a minor US university submitted a proposal to the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) to build for them the most sophisticated electroencephalography machine that would have an integral computational capacity to analyze and, hopefully, make sense of the brain waves it recorded.  In other words, the professor proposed to make a machine that could tell the CIA what a person was thinking, whether or not the person wished to disclose that information.

Converting Sound to Microwaves

The experimental patent, Apparatus for Audibly Communicating Speech Using the Radio Frequency Hearing Effect, is for an improved version of the apparatus used in the 1973 laboratory experiment, issued on July 1, 2003 and assigned to the Secretary of the Air Force.  It provides scientific evidence that it is possible to hear threatening voices in one’s head without suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.

Why has this patent been published openly at a time when the US Government is practicing a degree of secrecy that rivals Stalin’s Kremlin? I have no satisfactory answer, except to say that the apparatus in the patent has already been superseded by equipment that achieves the same effect by far more sophisticated means.  It blocks the normal processes of memory and thought by remote electronic means, while at the same time supplying false, distorted and/or unpleasant memories and suggestions by means of a process called “synthetic telepathy”.  The equipment that produces synthetic telepathy is sometimes referred to as “influence technology”.  While voices and visions, daydreams and nightmares are the most astonishing manifestations of this weapon system, it is also capable of crippling the human subject by limiting his/her normal range of movement, causing acute pain the equivalent of major organ failure or even death, and interfering with normal functioning of any of the human senses.  In other words, any of the tortures with which the words Guantanamo Bay have become synonymous can be achieved by remote, electronic means.

Instruments of Torture

Influence technology is also capable of persuading the subjects that their mind is being read, that their intellectual property is being plundered, and can even motivate suicide or the murder of family, friends, and co-workers.

On 1 March 2001, the Marine Corps announced a new non-lethal weapon, “active denial technology”.

It produces enormous pain by allegedly boiling the molecules of water in the human skin without damaging the skin itself.  As described in an article published in New Scientist, it employs pulsed electromagnetic radiation at a frequency of 95 GHz with a range of about 600 meters.  There have been several new reports in the magazine in 2005, including one published in July, describing volunteers taking part in tests to determine how safe the Active Denial System (ADS) weapon would be if used in real crowd-control.  The ADS weapon’s beam was reported to cause pain within 2 to 3 seconds, and becomes “intolerable after less than 5 seconds”.

Other countries, such as Israel have developed “The Scream,” which are deterrents for rioting crowds.

Pentagon plans for telepathic troops[x]:

The U.S. Army is dedicating millions of research dollars into discovering building helmets to allow soldiers to telepathically communicate with one another on the battlefield.  The technology would use electrodes to pick up code words that soldiers were thinking.  Those code words would then be transmitted back to a computer where the soldier's position and message telling, for instance, that it is safe to progress towards a target- which would be transmitted to their peers in the field.  Rumors that Army intelligence was determined to use mind control technology to their advantage have been milling around for decades, and have been shrouded in a mix of truth and fiction.

Incapacitating Effect:  Microwave Hearing[xi]

Microwave hearing is a phenomenon, described by human observers, as, the sensation of buzzing, ticking, hissing, or knocking sounds that originate within or immediately behind the head.  There is no sound propagating through the air like normal sound.  This technology in its crudest form could be used to distract individuals; if refined, it could also be used to communicate with hostages or hostage takers directly by Morse code or other message systems, possibly even by voice communication.

Tunability[xii]:

The phenomenon is tunable in that the characteristic sounds and intensities of those sounds depend on the characteristics of the RF energy as delivered.  Because the frequency of the sound heard is dependent on the pulse characteristics of the RF energy, it seems possible that the technology could be developed to the point where words could be transmitted to be heard like the spoken word, except that it could only be heard within the person’s head.  In one experiment, communication of the worlds from one to ten using “speech modulated” microwave energy was successfully demonstrated.  Microphones next to the person experiencing the voice could not pick up the sound.  Additional development of this would open up a wide range of possibilities.

Possible Influence on Subject(s)[xiii]

Application of the microwave hearing technology could facilitate a private massage transmission.  It may be useful to provide a disruptive condition to a person not aware of the technology.  Not only might it be disruptive to the sense of hearing, it could be psychologically devastating if on suddenly heard “voices within one’s head.”

The horror of these applications can be applied to psychology and sociology to influence individuals into doing things which they would not normally do, as I have spoken of this previously.  To terrorize an individual for an experimental test experiment can be devastating to them when they are not advised as to the circumstances of the experiment.  The exacerbating issues surrounding this experiment is where I was the only one excluded from the knowledge of this experiment; thus, leading to a fragment of this fairy’s tale where USNdaddy is being played as the fool.

I was terrorized in various forms throughout this entire project, which I’ll go into detail a bit later.  These individuals used this form of electromagnetic radio frequencies to manipulate this man to the extreme which pushed and shoved him into an arrest record which I am trying to have expunged.  These individuals not only had me arrested on one occasion but on six.  How many times can one human being be arrested and taken into custody for another’s self-gratification, lust, spite, prevarications, anguish, experimentation, identity theft, internet tampering, rape, smothering and murder?  When one is Clairaudient, one is sensitive to these electromagnetic radio and microwave frequencies.  I can detect the frequency levels such as you would use an equalizer to balance the sound through your stereo equipment; so, no matter what the sensitivity level is set at, I can hear that frequency and identify the decibel and Hertz.

Coming back to “Where do we stand,” or where do you stand; do we stand on the “right” side of justice or on the “left” side-of-the-law?  What is your definition of the “right” side of justice?  Is it your local police or sheriff’s station, your US Government or is it your local community; or, can it be your Holy Bible?  If it is your Holy Bible and you are a defendant or a witness to the courts, you would place your left hand upon the Holy Bible and raise your right hand toward the heavens; and swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God.  You are not technically swearing to tell the truth in court, the judge, to your attorney, the prosecuting attorney, the jury or even to your peers; subsequently, you are swearing to tell the truth to God, the Lord Almighty.  So, when we raise our left hand and place our right hand over our heart, we are swearing to tell a lie from time to time.  We reflect on the times we stop and pause to take our hats off and place our right hand over our hearts to Pledge the Allegiance to Our American Flag to denote our allegiance to our country, our fellowman and to those how have sacrificed their lives for their fellowman and their country.

Therefore, when we allow and tolerate those who bully, intimate and torment others into playing a game, having them arrested for another’s behaviour without questioning the background of the information or the facts surrounding the events which the game was created or to have one sacrifice themselves because they believe it is just a game to play one man as the fool.  What type of “Fool” are they playing?  Is the “Fool” to be a sexual bottom to have others take part in your vulnerability, an in-custody prisoner, be victim of identity theft and raided of one’s privacy, personal information and computerized data; or, a human life to sacrifice as Abraham was directed by God to sacrifice Abraham’s beloved son Isaac only to realize that my life was of no significance to those who wanted to play me for the fool.

            Genesis 22:1-2, Revised Standard Version:

"After these things God tested Abraham, and said to him, ‘Abraham!’ And he said, ‘Here am I.’ He said, ‘Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering upon one of the mountains of which I shall tell you’."

Where do I stand?  I stand upon my two feet, my ideals, my ideas, my honor, my honesty, my respect, my forthrightness, my dignity, my heroism and my pride; nonetheless, my friends, my allies and even my foes.  To allow those who deny you and to seize these type of possessions; then you are letting go of those belongings which define your attributes and character.  I feel compassion for those who have wronged me; nevertheless, can I forgive those who have wronged me.  I suffer the burden of those I had to imprison for their own behaviour, actions and indignity against USNdaddy’s “Everybody Plays the Man as a Fool”.  I speak of heroism, bravery, and courage to dismantle and humiliate those animals and governments which have so wrongly humiliated, dishonored, violated and oppressed your USNdaddy.  I bring forth a new light, a new interpretation, a new hope and a new life to those who live in darkness and disgrace.  My valor sets me apart from my tormentors, from those who murdered me in torment to suicide, to take a knife to my throat or to overdose on a prescribed medication to aid me in my days of weariness and torture.  My roar matches my hearing and my sight which is equivalent to my sensitivity, my heart; my life is of value and merit and is an asset to others for those who wish to truly know me; For, I am the lionhearted.  I sometimes resemble a zebra which has white and black stripes; for me, there is only the grey between the black and white stripes.  To know me is to have your name known; you have value and life!




[ii] Doug Jack, Doug Jack Entertainment
[xi] USAINSCOM FOI/PA, Auth Para 4-102 DOD 5200.1R, Bioeffects of Selected Nonlethal Weapons (fn 1), page 6
[xii] USAINSCOM FOI/PA, Auth Para 4-102 DOD 5200.1R, Bioeffects of Selected Nonlethal Weapons (fn 1), page 7
[xiii] USAINSCOM FOI/PA, Auth Para 4-102 DOD 5200.1R, Bioeffects of Selected Nonlethal Weapons (fn 1), page 8