Honor your Aethers … About the Wireless Pollution Epidemic! 2.0

Fundamental alterations in the status quo,

Defy precise predictability or what we can know.

Climate crisis-driven stuff is evolving rapidly;

The reality of a whole new game should be clear to see.

As stressors change, old answers may lose reliability,

Heightening the importance of a ‘smart immunity’.

This need, may not be served if cortisol runs high,

That’s only one example, but exemplifies why,

It will be more important than ever before,

To minimize the insults to the body at its core.

Considering this challenge and the need to hold the line,

Profound EMP couldn’t have developed at a worse time.

If wellness is deemed more important, than pocket TV;

We must push for a safe system; meanwhile dump the EMP.

You can’t expect the body to thrive within this soup,

Of chaotic radiation; this ‘electromagnetic poop’.

The health-minded among us should know, that EMP can spoil it, 

Anyway, it’s not cool to treat those around you like a toilet.

The whole wireless thing is laughable, but not at all funny;

And it will be so, till we demand; or days are no longer sunny.

And that’s a long time, ‘cause our little star is built to last,

And will still be swapping ‘H’ for ‘He’ long after the ‘Apples’ have passed.

Almost the only radiant stuff that serves the people well,

It’s been growing our food since lesser Angels descended to hell.

‘Sol’ has blessed us with loving rays since our story began;

Quite unlike the toxic, ‘for-profit’ kind, now made by man.

When you really think about it, you needn’t look to hard to see,

It may sound hyperbolic, but the wireless craze is an ‘STD’.

~ (SOCIALLY Transmitted Disease) – (sharing the acronym) ~

For this acronym, it qualifies perfectly.

Indeed, wireless EMP is an STD.

It’s harmful and contagious; we’ve established that for sure,

The lusty-lure built right in, makes it damn hard to cure. 

Being not-promiscuous and practicing ‘SAFE-TEXT’;

Can help you be healthy today and the days next.

Don’t let that dirty thing, always in your pocket,

Have the same effect as some ‘nasty’ in your socket.

EMP is yet another self-imposed disaster,

Everything may depend on’ if-or-how’ we master,

The set of circumstances now on the world’s game board,

Thanks to humans wanting more than we could afford.

So sure, since FDR we’ve had, manufactured EMP,

But since, about, Bush v. Gore, it’s increased exponentially.

Early on, we can assume, it tickled us gently,

Now it can only attack with a mean ferocity.

And it’s everywhere, on a level not felt through all of history,

In all spaces, from mountain tops to the bed of the sea. 

`

The light came in when the power went out

 

We’re all actors in a process; poisoning one-another; and collectively,

Feeding the fight between (immutable) physics, and (sensitive) biology.

When 14 Billion year old laws take on live cell structure,

Which side do you think will be the first to rupture?

I’m not a betting man, and hate the thought of loss,

But it seems to be the case that ‘universe’ is boss.

P.S.: Pertinent quote:

“I can divide my patient population in the middle: the group that gets better, and the group that won’t budge or even gets worse.

The group that’s getting better is the one who follows my recommendations to reduce EMF exposure. It is that black and white.”

~ Dr. Dietrich Klinghardt

There’s a quieter Climate Catastrophe, racing down the tracks;

It’s quite threatening too; an addiction-monkey on our collective backs.

Besides the Earth’s Climate Change; melting ice and raising sea,

The wireless one attacks the body’s ‘inner’ ecology.

Those who view the wireless craze with eyes of honesty,

Realize that EMP, risks great calamity.

The triggers of the mess, ride in the pocket and the purse,

Social trends indicate that the mess will only get worse.

It doesn’t have to go that way; it’s not a locked-in given,

Priority adjustment could mean; future saved – past forgiven.

I’m under no illusion that we’ll take the humane course,

Corporate profit as the driver; is a dark and able force.

Yet, I must remain committed to that which serves good health,

And fight to halt the poison, hiding in a plastic stealth.

For what it’s worth, I make the pledge to help the people see,

The deadly force behind the ‘fun’ wrapped up in EMP.

Some have long believed, informed choices to be,

A sacred and necessary responsibility.

It’s fair to want to understand what a thing will do to you,

Likewise; what kinds of shit your toys contribute to.

It’s taken news-guys 40 years to hint at climate change,

Even though the evidence was well within their range.

They wouldn’t talk ‘tobacco’ either, when the weed was a sponsor,

Do you really think they’ll be allowed to expose the EMP monster?

Not a chance as long as cell phone ads fill the space between,

Fluff-segments where ‘doesn’t matter’ stuff is what they’re featuring.

The on-screen ‘suits’, follow orders, and can’t be naysayers,

So long as the sponsor list includes ‘device’ purveyors.

There are no islands under the sun,

There are at least two sides to each action.

It’s not cool to choose a path when lacking education;

Responsibility demands considering the equation.

It’s understood; compromise comes with each negotiation,

Compromise should not produce complete annihilation,

Of that which we rely on for the population’s health,

For nothing more important than some corporation’s wealth.

Sometimes ‘just fair’ may have to supersede ‘perfection’;

But careless choices lead to things like the ’16 election.

New and improved, be the first on your block,

Hurry on in; we’ve got new ones in stock.

Pushers push, consumers consume,

Landfills are running out of room.

” Do you own your possessions or do they own you? “ ~ Kwai Chang Caine

It’s laughable to think this stuff is ‘state-of-the-art’,

It’s not inherently safe, so it’s flawed from the start.

Send the R&D guys back to school,

This time teach a class on ethics too.

The word ‘technology’ sells anything attached to it, ya’ know,

The label ‘new technology’ can sell ice to an Eskimo.

Human psyche is a cinch to exploit and manipulate,

Often transparency comes a little bit too late,

To afford the people a way around the insanity,

So, rather than avoidance, we must face recovery.

Rushing stuff to market before it’s earned the right,

And holding critical info deeply out of sight;

Are tactics buried in the playbook of the selfish corporate takers,

This includes the wireless scoundrels – the aethers/airways invaders. 

Who hang the people on the hook and create dependency,

Then, they say, “we can’t go back, we’ve made big investments; you see”,

“We’ve built out the infrastructure, and you need this technology”,

Thus, the people’s downfall is the polluters’ ascendancy.

A thing needn’t have a chip or be in a plastic case,

It need not have the ability to identify your face;

And it doesn’t have to come from China’s tech-boom dynasty,

To be a thing which qualifies as TECHNOLOGY! 

Words sell…Technology, technology, technology,

Technology is not a construct only of modernity.

The word alone tells nothing of the character or goodness of a thing,

A technology can be good or bad or somewhere in between.

Bombs are technology; so is meditation,

Side effects are peace and calm, or deadly radiation.

         – Seemed like a good idea at the time –

It’s not all-good just because it’s good-in-part; not necessarily,

One that worked well till the turn of the 19th century,

Showed its crappier side after years of growing popularity,

Travel by horse left city streets in poop up to the knee.

More recently, people blindly bought big-telecom’s sales rap,

Now our shared space is replete with wireless horse crap.

Tech goes way back and has helped us to advance,

Including pencils, paper clips and zippers on pants.

Care must be taken; there may be lessons from the past,

I for one, never zip, a zipper very fast.

Fire cooks and warms and tempers metal tools,

But used unregulated, it make us devils and fools.

The digital thing has spread like wildfire all around us,

It feeds and depends on us as if it were a virus.

The bug is all around and easily gets inside,

Limiting exposure drastically, can help turn the tide.

This means retuning to some tools on which we long relied,

Up until our teeth turned blue and we got all starry-eyed,

About a thing that talks and hears, and tells you where to go,

Remember, it was built, not born, and didn’t get a soul.

Singing false promises, of a BS bill-of-goods,

Narrow-focused spin-masters knew the suckers would,

Be rendered helpless to the emotion of ‘just can’t wait’,

We find ourselves now living in a rogue surveillance state.

The world now resembles a coal mine; air filled with deadly dust,

We’re all down in the hole; but by choice, not because we must.

The most sensitive among us, serve as coal mine-canaries,

Whose labored breath signals “all aboard the fastest ferries”.

But there is no escape; the ‘in’ is now out,

Leaving only one lone salvation route.

The way out of the ‘black lung’ analogy,

Is turning OFF the deadly technology.

`

Technologies superior to wireless toys:

These technologies make more important contributions to society’s well-being… I’ll tick off just a few, mostly ‘low tech’ technologies.

Toilet paper, toilets, adhesive tapes, rubber bands, fire starters (matches, lighters, two sticks), shoes, cutting tools, microscopes, telescopes, soap, hypodermic needles, water purification, washing machines, paper, printing press, writing tools, glass, birth control, abacus, cotton gin, spinning wheel, loom, threshing machine, pneumatic tire …

Share your nominees in ‘Comments’

`

The brain teasing flicker and retina-ripping blue light,

The eye-crossing, near focus; all challenge healthy sight.

The thick soup of EMP form towers and relays,

With overtones of same from everyone who plays,

With their ‘screened one’ for miles all around;

It all jells your fluids without a hint or sound.

The infrastructure is immense and knows no boundary,

The sum of which sours the sweet, sadly, quite profoundly.

Device-related accessories contribute to the slough (slew, slue),

Charging stations and adaptors and have poison fields too.

We certainly can do better, than making things worse,

Playing right along exacerbates the curse.

You can help the future only, by learning from the past,

Lift your eyes from the screen, and post your next broadcast,

With chalk, or pen and paper, the way cave-dwellers did,

Way back long ago, before a time when we hid,

Behind the veil of wireless lies, which we wanted to believe,

And be prudent now, with what we give and receive.

Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS)

We are chemo-electric organisms,

EMP exposure confuses the mechanisms,

At work in the body, which form the basis,

Of maintaining our critical homeostasis,

Some folks feel it greatly, and others less,

The first to react suffer from EHS.

That’s Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity’s acronym,

The term for those who signal that we are now in,

Trouble from the turn recently taken,

As our own best-interest was forsaken,

In favor of e-toys and magic screens,

Not having a clue of what it all means.

Ya’ see;

During our innocence; they were conspiring,

On a new way to make the register ring.

Such that our wellness has been compromised,

By a force-of-nature they’ve weaponized.

These energetic waves, now manipulated,

To animate a noisy (and nosy) toy, grossly overrated.

The trade-offs are many, and rather consequential,

And harm life-force stuff that is critically essential.

Fundamental alterations in the status quo,

Defy precise predictability or what we can know.

Climate crisis-driven stuff is evolving rapidly;

The reality of a whole new game should be clear to see.

As stressors change, old answers may lose reliability,

Heightening the importance of a ‘smart immunity’.

This need, may not be served if cortisol runs high,

That’s only one example, but exemplifies why,

It will be more important than ever before,

To minimize the insults to the body at its core.

Considering this challenge and the need to hold the line,

Profound EMP couldn’t have developed at a worse time.

If wellness is deemed more important, than pocket TV;

We must push for a safe system; meanwhile dump the EMP.

You can’t expect the body to thrive within this soup,

Of chaotic radiation; this ‘electromagnetic poop’.

The health-minded among us should know, that EMP can spoil it, 

Anyway, it’s not cool to treat those around you like a toilet.

The whole wireless thing is laughable, but not at all funny;

And it will be so, till we demand; or days are no longer sunny.

And that’s a long time, ‘cause our little star is built to last,

And will still be swapping ‘H’ for ‘He’ long after the ‘Apples’ have passed.

Almost the only radiant stuff that serves the people well,

It’s been growing our food since lesser Angels descended to hell.

‘Sol’ has blessed us with loving rays since our story began;

Quite unlike the toxic, ‘for-profit’ kind, now made by man.

When you really think about it, you needn’t look to hard to see,

It may sound hyperbolic, but the wireless craze is an ‘STD’.

~ (SOCIALLY Transmitted Disease) – (sharing the acronym) ~

For this acronym, it qualifies perfectly.

Indeed, wireless EMP is an STD.

It’s harmful and contagious; we’ve established that for sure,

The lusty-lure built right in, makes it damn hard to cure. 

Being not-promiscuous and practicing ‘SAFE-TEXT’;

Can help you be healthy today and the days next.

Don’t let that dirty thing, always in your pocket,

Have the same effect as some ‘nasty’ in your socket.

EMP is yet another self-imposed disaster,

Everything may depend on’ if-or-how’ we master,

The set of circumstances now on the world’s game board,

Thanks to humans wanting more than we could afford.

So sure, since FDR we’ve had, manufactured EMP,

But since, about, Bush v. Gore, it’s increased exponentially.

Early on, we can assume, it tickled us gently,

Now it can only attack with a mean ferocity.

And it’s everywhere, on a level not felt through all of history,

In all spaces, from mountain tops to the bed of the sea. 

`

The light came in when the power went out

`

We’re all actors in a process; poisoning one-another; and collectively,

Feeding the fight between (immutable) physics, and (sensitive) biology.

When 14 Billion year old laws take on live cell structure,

Which side do you think will be the first to rupture?

I’m not a betting man, and hate the thought of loss,

But it seems to be the case that ‘universe’ is boss.

P.S.: Pertinent quote:

“I can divide my patient population in the middle: the group that gets better, and the group that won’t budge or even gets worse.

The group that’s getting better is the one who follows my recommendations to reduce EMF exposure. It is that black and white.”

~ Dr. Dietrich Klinghardt

There’s a quieter Climate Catastrophe, racing down the tracks;

It’s quite threatening too; an addiction-monkey on our collective backs.

Besides the Earth’s Climate Change; melting ice and raising sea,

The wireless one attacks the body’s ‘inner’ ecology.

Those who view the wireless craze with eyes of honesty,

Realize that EMP, risks great calamity.

The triggers of the mess, ride in the pocket and the purse,

Social trends indicate that the mess will only get worse.

It doesn’t have to go that way; it’s not a locked-in given,

Priority adjustment could mean; future saved – past forgiven.

I’m under no illusion that we’ll take the humane course,

Corporate profit as the driver; is a dark and able force.

Yet, I must remain committed to that which serves good health,

And fight to halt the poison, hiding in a plastic stealth.

For what it’s worth, I make the pledge to help the people see,

The deadly force behind the ‘fun’ wrapped up in EMP.

Some have long believed, informed choices to be,

A sacred and necessary responsibility.

It’s fair to want to understand what a thing will do to you,

Likewise; what kinds of shit your toys contribute to.

It’s taken news-guys 40 years to hint at climate change,

Even though the evidence was well within their range.

They wouldn’t talk ‘tobacco’ either, when the weed was a sponsor,

Do you really think they’ll be allowed to expose the EMP monster?

Not a chance as long as cell phone ads fill the space between,

Fluff-segments where ‘doesn’t matter’ stuff is what they’re featuring.

The on-screen ‘suits’, follow orders, and can’t be naysayers,

So long as the sponsor list includes ‘device’ purveyors.

There are no islands under the sun,

There are at least two sides to each action.

It’s not cool to choose a path when lacking education;

Responsibility demands considering the equation.

It’s understood; compromise comes with each negotiation,

Compromise should not produce complete annihilation,

Of that which we rely on for the population’s health,

For nothing more important than some corporation’s wealth.

Sometimes ‘just fair’ may have to supersede ‘perfection’;

But careless choices lead to things like the ’16 election.

New and improved, be the first on your block,

Hurry on in; we’ve got new ones in stock.

Pushers push, consumers consume,

Landfills are running out of room.

” Do you own your possessions or do they own you? “ ~ Kwai Chang Caine

It’s laughable to think this stuff is ‘state-of-the-art’,

It’s not inherently safe, so it’s flawed from the start.

Send the R&D guys back to school,

This time teach a class on ethics too.

The word ‘technology’ sells anything attached to it, ya’ know,

The label ‘new technology’ can sell ice to an Eskimo.

Human psyche is a cinch to exploit and manipulate,

Often transparency comes a little bit too late,

To afford the people a way around the insanity,

So, rather than avoidance, we must face recovery.

Rushing stuff to market before it’s earned the right,

And holding critical info deeply out of sight;

Are tactics buried in the playbook of the selfish corporate takers,

This includes the wireless scoundrels – the aethers/airways invaders. 

Who hang the people on the hook and create dependency,

Then, they say, “we can’t go back, we’ve made big investments; you see”,

“We’ve built out the infrastructure, and you need this technology”,

Thus, the people’s downfall is the polluters’ ascendancy.

A thing needn’t have a chip or be in a plastic case,

It need not have the ability to identify your face;

And it doesn’t have to come from China’s tech-boom dynasty,

To be a thing which qualifies as TECHNOLOGY! 

Words sell…Technology, technology, technology,

Technology is not a construct only of modernity.

The word alone tells nothing of the character or goodness of a thing,

A technology can be good or bad or somewhere in between.

Bombs are technology; so is meditation,

Side effects are peace and calm, or deadly radiation.

         – Seemed like a good idea at the time –

It’s not all-good just because it’s good-in-part; not necessarily,

One that worked well till the turn of the 19th century,

Showed its crappier side after years of growing popularity,

Travel by horse left city streets in poop up to the knee.

More recently, people blindly bought big-telecom’s sales rap,

Now our shared space is replete with wireless horse crap.

Tech goes way back and has helped us to advance,

Including pencils, paper clips and zippers on pants.

Care must be taken; there may be lessons from the past,

I for one, never zip, a zipper very fast.

Fire cooks and warms and tempers metal tools,

But used unregulated, it make us devils and fools.

The digital thing has spread like wildfire all around us,

It feeds and depends on us as if it were a virus.

The bug is all around and easily gets inside,

Limiting exposure drastically, can help turn the tide.

This means retuning to some tools on which we long relied,

Up until our teeth turned blue and we got all starry-eyed,

About a thing that talks and hears, and tells you where to go,

Remember, it was built, not born, and didn’t get a soul.

Singing false promises, of a BS bill-of-goods,

Narrow-focused spin-masters knew the suckers would,

Be rendered helpless to the emotion of ‘just can’t wait’,

We find ourselves now living in a rogue surveillance state.

The world now resembles a coal mine; air filled with deadly dust,

We’re all down in the hole; but by choice, not because we must.

The most sensitive among us, serve as coal mine-canaries,

Whose labored breath signals “all aboard the fastest ferries”.

But there is no escape; the ‘in’ is now out,

Leaving only one lone salvation route.

The way out of the ‘black lung’ analogy,

Is turning OFF the deadly technology.

`

Technologies superior to wireless toys:

These technologies make more important contributions to society’s well-being… I’ll tick off just a few, mostly ‘low tech’ technologies.

Toilet paper, toilets, adhesive tapes, rubber bands, fire starters (matches, lighters, two sticks), shoes, cutting tools, microscopes, telescopes, soap, hypodermic needles, water purification, washing machines, paper, printing press, writing tools, glass, birth control, abacus, cotton gin, spinning wheel, loom, threshing machine, pneumatic tire …

Share your nominees in ‘Comments’

`

The brain teasing flicker and retina-ripping blue light,

The eye-crossing, near focus; all challenge healthy sight.

The thick soup of EMP form towers and relays,

With overtones of same from everyone who plays,

With their ‘screened one’ for miles all around;

It all jells your fluids without a hint or sound.

The infrastructure is immense and knows no boundary,

The sum of which sours the sweet, sadly, quite profoundly.

Device-related accessories contribute to the slough (slew, slue),

Charging stations and adaptors and have poison fields too.

We certainly can do better, than making things worse,

Playing right along exacerbates the curse.

You can help the future only, by learning from the past,

Lift your eyes from the screen, and post your next broadcast,

With chalk, or pen and paper, the way cave-dwellers did,

Way back long ago, before a time when we hid,

Behind the veil of wireless lies, which we wanted to believe,

And be prudent now, with what we give and receive.

Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS)

We are chemo-electric organisms,

EMP exposure confuses the mechanisms,

At work in the body, which form the basis,

Of maintaining our critical homeostasis,

Some folks feel it greatly, and others less,

The first to react suffer from EHS.

That’s Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity’s acronym,

The term for those who signal that we are now in,

Trouble from the turn recently taken,

As our own best-interest was forsaken,

In favor of e-toys and magic screens,

Not having a clue of what it all means.

Ya’ see;

During our innocence; they were conspiring,

On a new way to make the register ring.

Such that our wellness has been compromised,

By a force-of-nature they’ve weaponized.

These energetic waves, now manipulated,

To animate a noisy (and nosy) toy, grossly overrated.

The trade-offs are many, and rather consequential,

And harm life-force stuff that is critically essential.

On many levels, there is increased stress,

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