Honor your Aethers … About the Wireless Pollution Epidemic!

Screen-Free Week

Honor your Aethers

… About the Wireless Pollution Epidemic!

Honor and respect our aethers or harmful consequences are assured…

The bulk of this post, this ‘call-to-action’, was originally published in early 2018. It was meant, in part, to align with the growing ‘Screen-Aware’ movement and the 2010-initiated ‘Screen-Free Week’ effort / invitation; and to support and inform the very legitimate growing concerns over ‘device’ related, illness, pollution, societal devolution Etc.

From the Screen-Free Week site: “Screen-Free Week is an annual invitation to play, explore, and rediscover the joys of life beyond ad-supported screens.”

That single-sentence excerpt indicates the main focus of their (SFW) concern. This is important, but the ‘device’-related problems go much further and dramatically deeper. The screens, which people now focus their eyes on more than anything else, are proven problematic, but are only the window to the even more potent invisible poisons emanating from behind the screens, and shooting at us from all directions, all the time. This is an inescapable artifact of the wireless invasion which animates and activates the totally-unnecessary, but voraciously consumed wireless toys which the average person “never leaves home without”, and worse, keeps within arms’ length at all times, in all places.

EMP = Electromagnetic pollution

For two decades +, I’ve been carefully watching the advancement of the increasingly toxic wireless EMP invasion and arguing against it, and looking for signs that the populous might be getting a clue; looking for some sign of resistance, and hoping, beyond reason I guess, for signs of outright  rejection. But, alas, the situation continues to worsen. It seems that the more the promoters lie, the more the people buy; the more poison gadgetry they offer, the more we self-sicken and the more we retreat from authentic communication and wellness-supporting behavior. Witnessing this slow-motion self destruction is dismaying to say the least. Knowing that it need not be this way is frustrating in the extreme.

Because you deserve the best of life, and because hurting others is not cool, please consider the argument, the information and the FACTS presented herein.

Thank you!

It’s Screen-Free Week! Turn off those devices and go outside.

Just a thought:

Look where you’re walking, look where you’re driving, look at who you’re communing with…

Terms used in this rant:

Aether / aethers / the aethers

aether ~ noun:  

1. a medium which fills all space and supports the propagation of electromagnetic waves.

2. a medium that permeates all space and transmits waves (electromagnetic energy)

Aether / aethers / the aethers: An invariable word (doesn’t change its form in cases where other verbs do: A meaning having the same form in both the singular and the plural.

EM = Electromagnetic

EMP (primary) = Electromagnetic Pollution (encompasses EMF, ELF, RF, MW, EMR Etc.); It’s what we’re here to talk about. EMP is, for our purposes, the umbrella term under which fall all the other familiar acronyms. Most or all of the others are more specific regarding type or source; it’s all polluting – it’s all harmful, so my preferred coverall is EMP.

EMP (secondary) = Electromagnetic Pulse; Simple, but not necessary to understand for the purpose of this discussion. Nevertheless, this type of EMP could take the main power grids offline for years, and that would impact (in a positive way; that is; cause a reduction in) problematic Electromagnetic Pollution. 

http://www.futurescience.com/emp/emp-protection.html

EHS = Electrohypersensitivity or Electro-hypersensitivity or Electromagnetic hypersensitivity

‘Blue-lit’ and ‘blue light dominant’ refers to the inherently grossly imbalanced light emanating from the screens of modern electronic gadgetry (flat screen TVs, phones computers Etc.) 

H = Hydrogen

Hi = Helium

PAC = Political action committee

SCOTUS = Supreme Court of the United States

CC = abbreviation for Climate Change

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Acronym expansions:

EMR = Electromagnetic Radiation (whatever the source)

EMF = Electro-Magnetic Fields and/or Electrical and Magnetic Fields. These fields are present and surrounding virtually all electrical devices when connected to a power source; whether turned on or off.

ELF = Extremely low frequencies (frequencies from 3 to 30 Hz, )

VLF = Very low frequency (frequencies in the range of 3 to 30 kilohertz (kHz))

RF = Radiofrequency (frequencies in the 3khz to the 300mhz range)

MW = Microwave (frequencies in the 300mhz to 300ghz range)

Note: There is no EMF (Electrical Magnetic Field) or EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) without electricity.

Clarification on these abbreviations with Z-cabooses (just to keep the numbers straight; for what it’s worth)

Hertz – Hz is defined as the number of cycles per second of any oscillating or repeating phenomenon, but usually used to define electrical signals, or electrical field frequencies such as those of electromagnetic fields, radio signals; 1 Hz = one cycle per second.

Kilohertz – kHz = thousands of cycles per second.

Megahertz – MHz = millions of cycles per second – 1000 x more than kilo.

Gigahertz – GHz = billions of cycles per second – 1000 x more than mega, or 1,000,000,000 cycles per second – Microwave towers, UHF and EHF transmission – operate in the 1GHz to 100GHz range.

Terahertz – THz = trillions of cycles per second- Wavelengths at frequencies still higher than EHF – GHz are referred to as Terahertz radiation, but are more familiarly understood as infrared light.

Still higher frequencies become light visible to the human eye. One THz is a very high frequency unit of electromagnetic (EM) wave frequency equal to one trillion hertz (10-to-the-12th power Hz)

OK, that’s enough…

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

,

Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 1.

The Center for Disease Control (CDC) defined EMR (Electromagnetic Radiation) as waves of electrical and magnetic energy radiating out from an electrical device.

In recognition of Screen-Free Week

(and because your health is on the line!)

Adjust your gaze from down, to up ahead;

Place the freaking ‘device’ far from your bed.

There was life, you know, before the blue-lit façade,

And we shared intimate exchange before the ‘pod’.

Looking up from time to time, may ease the neck pains,

Back to three-D, restores human energy exchange.

So essential for the authenticity,

That you get when what’s real, is what you see.

The world is not virtual; and life is not flat,

Gen –Y and Z –ers may not have considered that.

Born into a wireless menagerie,

They can’t be expected to feel or see,

The mess that is profoundly-chaotic energy,

Streaming through every cell of thee.

As a fish born in water can’t compare the past,

The slippery, finned one knows only that.

All the fish knows is the space in the bowl,

That’s all she can sense; it’s her world, her whole.

That space holds all of which she’s aware,

This makes it impossible to broadly compare.    

Such is the fate, the veil, the limitation,

Of humans born into the wireless generation.

Should you walk while texting and fall from the curb,

And still fail to admit just how insane and absurd,

Is a world lived on flat glass where dimension is fake,

Can you know whether you’re blacked out or semi-awake?

It’s OK if you wake up, not knowing your name,

Because every aspect of ‘you’ is part of the game,

Turned into a business by Google and same,

To sell your skeletons for their fortune and fame.

…So get ya’ a friend at NSA or f-Book,

If you pay the ransom, they may give you a look,

At the secrets of you, they illegitimately took,

While poking around in your crannies and nook. 

Creation gave Ape/Humans opposable digits,

Which open the world to artists and fidgets…

If emoji -poking is the best one can do,

Then backwards movement may have hit you.

When screen-tapping rules, and human-touch lacks, 

Evolution has stopped dead in its tracks. 

Without even knowing, your soul was sold,

The fun-stuff promoted; and the whole truth not told.

Now that your secrets are commodified,

And your eyes’ only retinas, are oxidized,

What can be done to resist or reverse,

The ills of this alternate universe?

Less ‘device’, more nature, is on the path,

To ease telecom’s selfish, relentless wrath.

Can’t get the rabbit back in the hat;

Have no fear, there’s an app for that.

But you’ll have to agree to ‘conditions and terms’,

So Silicon Valley can implant their worms,

Which give them control of your thoughts and desires,

So they alone decide how your neurons fire.

Teach the kids ‘real’ before the screen-tapping dance,

This way, they’ll taste life and have a fair chance,

At thriving now, and after the fall,

When truth is exposed over denial of all.

The soul-sucking start-ups headed by crooks,

Googles, Amazons, Twitters and facebooks .

A disturbing trend is now commonplace,

Placing a screen in Baby’s face.

For such a marvel, there is a better use,

Than committing infant-child abuse.

The download is free; the price is paid later,

All info available sooner than later.

The front end is easy, but leads to the rat,

Which sneaks from behind and bites your butt fat.

In cyberspace nothing is free,

Your attention is the commodity.

No matter how useful and cool it may seem,

The truth is that the costs are quite extreme.

You can video-chat to the ends of the Earth,

Talk via thumbs, on ‘Apples’ not of the Earth.

Place an order packed by slave labor,

Then open the box and hour later.

It’s all so wonderful, and really great,

So technically advanced and modern; but wait…

Isn’t it supposed to make life better,

In with email, out with penned letter.

I’m not so sure we should accept without question,

That which causes intellectual indigestion.

And makes the world so effectively small,

And crowns ‘Amazon’ the essential mall.

Firing electrons all over the place,

We could end up with virtual egg on our face.

Down on our knees to the telecom sleaze,

Compels us to offer begging-s and pleas,

For faster and brighter and cooler stuff,

Which is surface-shiny, but mostly just fluff.

From the pragmatic mind of Polish girl ‘8’,

Spouts a message so real, it just can’t wait.

Praising the wisdom of moderation,

Profoundly important to the digital generation.

Moderation is more to the ‘left’ than you think,

Because ‘normal’ has shifted so far towards the stink.

The so-called center has been relocated,

To where fascists like it, but ‘good sense-ers’ hate it.

This suggests that if:

In any moment, you know not what’s best

Power down, turn it off; GIVE IT A REST…

Each wireless device put into use,

Adds to the poison erratic juice,

Infecting the aethers far and wide;

Which you can’t see, and from which you can’t hide.

The whole wireless thing with its enumerated ‘G’s,

May yet bring society to its knees.

Yes, from a naïve perspective, it’s a marvelous wonder,

But will be exposed as a ridiculous blunder.

It’s not the first time; likely it won’t be the last.

Earth humans have blown it before in the past.

Atlanteans, it is said, were so smart, they were dumb.

Their technology advanced beyond their wisdom.

Learn from the past or it repeats itself,

With brains deep-fried; from where will come help.

How many ‘Gs’ is it going to take,

Till homoguinea pigs relax the embrace,

Of the tangled web of wireless crap,

Which fattens the few and widens the gap,

‘tween the essence of life and a Truman Show,

So vast in scale that there’s no way to know,

Implanted ideas from innate instinct,

Or how the two might even be linked.

When a satellite falls or a tower goes down,

You’ll have to find your own way around town.

And after a widespread EMP (electromagnetic pulse),

You’ll need your God-given eyes to see.

Has post-modern society considered or asked yet,

About the elephant that is ‘all eggs in one basket’.

Not, I think, with the conviction needed,

To act on the concerns here thoughtfully heeded.

Remember; they said:

Atoms for Peace will provide free energy

Antibiotics will cool burning pee

Poisoning crops will put more meat in your jeans

We’ll feed the hungry with modified genes

Thalidomide will ease nausea for Moms-to-be

Cable-vision will bring ‘add-free’ TV

Milk, they claimed, does the body good

Most doctors say “Camel cigs are good”

They said:

Teflon lets the eggs slide off, Shhh… but it’s a deadly poison griddle

Paste with fluoride; good for teeth? Shhh… No, it makes the crystals brittle

Tang powers Astro-guys to the Moon in their space boat,

Shhh…  But it’s artificial everything, save the heavy sugar note.

Our future will be one of plastic made from giant ancient fern,

Shhh…  Enough crude will remain to fuel Earth’s final burn.

Bring in the kids for free [not so] harmless foot x-rays,

They can see their bones, and for the store it really pays.

Anything to boost shoe sales, come on in, hurry,

Shhh…  Pay no attention to the fate of dear Madame Curie.

The ozone layer blocks space radiation,

But we must honor our nervous speed fixation.

A few holes won’t hurt, it’ll be OK,

There’s no need, but I want to get there today.

The Concord jumps oceans faster than sound..,

…Spin in the past, as now, did abound.

The spin rate is faster, the volume increased,

It won’t stop till we wake up, or the race is deceased.

Some were half-lies, the rest, pure fantasy,

You’d think that by now we would clearly see,

That where profit is sacred, your life doesn’t matter,

So long as the top tier gets even fatter.

The Pocket Poison with the pleasant e-voice

Is there to help you make the best choice. (?)

If you query’ the safest device’; just for fun,

Do you think the results will include; NONE? 

Probably not, ‘cause her job is to sell,

And Siri’s not real, so doesn’t fear hell.

Hell is for humans who kill their own kind,

In such a way that their victims don’t mind.

This isn’t to say that i-pushers are all bad,

If that were the case, it would really be sad.

Well; maybe it is sad, and can’t be defended,

E-pollution has rendered the balance upended.

Digital tech does indeed save lives,

But for every one saved, 100,000 get hives.

In reality, it’s a game of Zero-sum,

Many are hurt for a gift to the one (%).

The matrix is dark, in that one can’t opt-out,

E- poison pervades the inside and out,

Of bodies and minds and buildings too,

And if that’s not enough, all natural places too.

5G is no savior, not for the masses;

And exists only to further fatten the asses.

Virtual doctors and driverless cars,

Planes without pilots and Wi-Fi bars,

Pollute the aethers beyond all reason,

And hasten humanity’s final season.

In effect, the screen-thing relied on 24/7,

Is an added sense; but, not one from Heaven.

While the loss of one sense, heightens the rest,

So the host can still be nearly his best;

This plastic extension, made in a slave hive,

Renders half-dead, the God-given five.

Speaking of ‘sense’; how much does it take,

To know the net-good is grossly fake…

How amazing it is that people will wait,

All night on the sidewalk, to storm the gate,

When ‘version-next’ is offered with glee,

To those on the street with a jar for pee.

The device they camped out with was but six months old,

Today’s ‘must-have’ is even cooler, they’re told.

And so it goes for the sheeple of Earth,

Now inundated from the moment of birth,

With gadgets toxic beyond classification,

Designed in part to promote pacification,

Such that even more crap, not friendly to life –

Stuff guaranteed to cause cellular strife,

Is welcomed freely by those lacking a clue,

Regarding the bad, this good thing will do.

The science is in; by now it’s old news,

The more they win, the more we lose.

The home’s divorce from the wired land line,

Is a harbinger of societal-malign.

There is now, a med-term: ‘Esoteric Disease’;

As an insufficient answer to the patent’s pleas.

It’s the common way to express idiopathy’, 

Which means that the lookers can’t, or won’t see.

Because it’s not yet in the official book,

And because they simply choose not to look,

At the ubiquitous agent which knows no bounds,

And is far more insidious than it sounds,

If you listen to the lies that the pushers spout,

As they promote the poison I’m talking about.

Any healer who wants to act on what’s right,

Would at least suggest that the root of the blight,

Is that which was born late last century,

Made to look essential, then spread virally.

It’s the answer that many are searching for,

Striving to keep sickness outside the door.

The pushers get rich, but it doesn’t stop there;

The afflicted spend more as they rip out their hair,

On lifestyle changes and potions and pills,

In desperate efforts to reverse their ills.

You can’t drive a screw with a hammer for nails;

The wrong tool for the job, predictably fails.

The refusal to call out the perpetrator,

Will take down the people sooner or later.

Therapies, meds and heroic measures;

The chasing of inappropriate cures.

Best efforts can’t help if the wrong doesn’t stop;

Stop it must or the whole thing will pop,

And blow up in our face with an indelible stain,

In a perpetual storm of deadly E-Rain.

‘Screen-time’ is the story’s headliner term,

The screen’s just the face of the overall germ.

What’s ‘ill-ing’ people is the whole wireless thing,

It’s a stiff price to pay for some over-hyped bling.

It works at a level smaller than cells,

Gross dysfunctions of hosts are simply the ‘tells’.

Indications that things are way out of whack,

And it must be reversed or there’s no coming back.

Hopefully, we’ll soon have healthcare as a right;

But policies continue to exacerbate the E-Blight.

Fairly taxing the rich may not be enough,

If we continue with this EMF pollution stuff.

If a malevolent force wants to sicken a race,

Anonymously, without leaving a trace,

He need only implant the tease of wireless technology,

Watch for while as it develops through 3, 4 and 5G.

If it worked the way it happened to us,

The addicts wouldn’t know they were under the bus.

The dealers hand out the devices for free,

They’ve honed the process to the tee.

Give’em a taste to develop rapport,

Soon the buzz fades, they’re back for more.

This time they’ll pay, and plenty too,

When the drug is strong, that’s all you can do.

After while, the crowd is all-in,

Never mind the assault and hurtful sin.

I challenge the assumption that it is a right,

To, for convenience and fun, support the blight.

Better, I’m sure to stop being saps,

And get our heads out of our apps.

The fix is in, the addiction, strong,

The turn we took is demonstrably wrong.

Now that brains are washed and teeth are blue,

What is a loving person to do…

Sit idly by and witness the fall,

Or speak out and sound the clarion call.

Seems appropriate to note, and observe,

A societal trend that’s so damn absurd.

There may come a time when the grandkids wonder,

Just what perverse influence the elders were under.

Hope may still help, but we’re in rather deep,

The climb to get out seems slippery and steep,

To those who think it’s better this way,

But when asked to defend, have nothing to say.

I maintain that the price is too much to pay,

And feel little support anyway.

The wireless craze has captured the minds,

Of those who reject what science finds.

“It’s fun for today, that’s what matters…”,

“We’re ‘now-ers’ and don’t care if tomorrows are shattered.”

The poison dumped on us is quite a lot,

Still, we have the force of focused boycott.

The prospect of resisting in organized ways,

To help manifest better days,

Seems unlikely because of complacency,

And the drive to snap the next selfie.

The things we do in selling our soul,

Leave our character with a gaping hole,

They poison our integrity,

And sour the fruit of the family tree.

The day we sever the land-line connection,

Marks the mindless march towards rejection,

Of any chance of having it all,

And ushers the leap and the great fall.

I take no comfort as the squeaky wheel,

Exposing what the telecoms selfishly steal,

What the digital crap ruins is frankly, quite real,

Our homeostasis and ability to heal.

400,000 humans born today,

Will never feel ‘Mother’ in the nurturing way,

That She’s been here for us from beginning.

No, the kids miss out because of our sinning.

This is not nearly good enough for me,

So I resist 3,4,5,and 6G.

One single connection ‘tween two devices,

Represents a true biological crisis,

Data courses a web of imperfections,

And bounces around in all directions.

This stresses the being; it screams for help,

And confuses how one’s body talks to itself.

Multiply this by Billions of times,

You get a sense of the serious crimes,

The telecoms use to steal your health,

And fatten their illegitimate wealth.

You’d know; if you’d been here before the beginning,

That the wireless craze has changed everything.

You now look through your thumbs, and stare at a screen;

That’s all true, but it’s not what I mean.

People scramble to be healthy and fit,

And all too often still feel like shit.

Good diet and lifestyle and all the right pills,

Do everything right, but still dealing with ills.

Those who see healers and fill out forms,

Detailing your history and typical norms,

You’ve answered questions about all that you do,

But not query-one on your wireless milieu.

If you clean everything up and do everything right,

But for one insult on your body and life;

Let’s say, all prudent adjustments perfectly made,

But for the leaky can in your pocket; the can labeled RAID.

If you’re still not shining and feeling fine,

You’re proving, it’s working according to design.

Exposure to poison, day and night,

Should, in fact, stymie the effort and fight.

If the ‘can’ in your pocket has a talking screen,

It demonstrates precisely what I mean.

The Pocket Poison, the router and tablet;

Every Bluetooth enabled gadget,

Voyeuristic Smart Speakers, Smart this, Smart that,

Will not be nullified by a tinfoil hat.

Nothing yet known can keep you from harm,

With a wireless device at the end of your arm.

This goes well beyond traditional stressors,

RoundUp-ed lawns, and particle board dressers.

The mold in the corner, the Bounce from next door,

The chicken-born germ from the grocery store.

Chemical toxins and infectious bad bugs;

Stay away from the chems, and limit the hugs.

And for chems we can detox, for bugs, medicate,

Gather your strength and regain your state.

With traditional stressors, we’ve learned how to deal,

The body’s template knows how to heal.

It’s different with (EMP) ElectroMagnetic Pollution,

For this one, there’s only one known solution.

EMP is invasive, insidious and stealth,

As if designed to eradicate health.

It’s tasteless, colorless and silent too,

Make no mistake it gets deep inside you.

Can’t see it or sense it in traditional ways,

It’s a covert, non-stop, ubiquitous haze.

Insults magnify when a device is in use,

But even when turned off, the poisonous juice,

Still saturates the space everywhere,

From below the surface to the ionosphere.

That’s where you live if you live here,

The pro-geek name is Biosphere.

The ‘Bio’ part stands for ‘life’,

Life is tenacious, and it just might,

Hang of if we’re smart, and if we strive,

We could actually keep life alive,

It’s gonna’ take passion to make it last,

It’s disappeared five times in the past.

The warrantee’s up, we’re on our own,

The seeds of destruction have been sown.

Good seeds are sleeping down there too,

Waiting to see what the humans will do.

Which potentials will flower depends on us;

Our priorities, passions and what we trust.

What’s that garden thing, with an ‘Apple and snake’…

The Apple reference is the one that should shake,

Our sense of responsibility,

To he and she and you and me.

Be it ‘I’ or Android or Galaxy,

All rotten fruit to the family,

Of humans today and those not yet here,

For all the above, we, indeed, must steer –

Clear of the scoundrels, empty of soul,

And insist on toys built on a whole,

New system which honors our right to be well,

And delivers us back from the gates of Hell-

On-Earth, where we now are flirting,

Trading gadget-fetish for human-hurting.

One interesting thing about consumer EMP

It levels the field, like not seen historically.

Certain groups live with more pollution outside their door;

Mostly, the underprivileged; people of color and the poor.

Since the underprivileged are not well served by PACs

The system sticks them on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where extractors and refiners put their facilities,

And where their smoking-stacks soot-ify the breeze.

EMP brings some balance of the poison funk,

Everyone shares equally in systemic EMP junk.

Because it pollutes everywhere, and all the time,

It fills both ghettos, and sipping-spaces for fine wine.

It levels the field so we’re all pretty much the same,

The penthouse crowd – and losers of the Birth-lottery game.

Good; scrap this environmental racism crap,

And the related environmental classism; STAT!

But, not by homogenizing the pollution we make,

Let’s reduce it to near zero for everyone’s sake.

The fix won’t come from the industry

Unless demanded by the ‘WE-

The-People’ who make them rich,

And are still buying their BS pitch,

Of better living through stupid Smart devices,

Masterfully marketed to hide the true prices.

I fear it may take the grid going down,

For the people to come back around,

To feeling just how good it can be,

To again be relatively EMP free.

At this point we’re each but a marionette,

And those pulling the strings aren’t done yet.

There’ll be no rest till we force reform,

 And a system is built on a clean platform.

Under the constraints of science today,

It will have to change the way we play.

Exemplifying the ridiculousness,

Are on-line gaming and the ‘streaming’ mess.

We share the Planet with 8-Billion human beings;

With increasing numbers pulling in ‘streamings’.

Each time just one behaves as the center of the ‘verse,

She enlists pulsed microwave activity which is health- averse.

The term ‘stream’ may conjure an image of ‘flow’, and ‘narrow path’,

But streaming A/V wirelessly is not at all like that.

To deliver the video to your private screen,

Much waste and pollution takes place unseen.

The microwaves erupt from the originating source,

Not travelling a straight, narrow course.

But fan out in waves as an expanding sphere,

Energy is unleashed, though there’s nothing to hear.

Like a bomb exploding; things get hot; and…

The fuel turns to gas, and can only expand,

In all directions and spreading out,

In a widening pattern, not a singular route.

‘Stream’ makes it sound like straight-line delivery,

But, the wave-explosion saturates the periphery.

For each private screen to flash pixels for one,

Unsolicited environmental saturation is done.

By ordering via stream, your favorite movie or show,

You shoot waves through bodies, you don’t even know.

Who lose some life-force and pick up some crap,

And don’t make the connection to their energy-zap.

Virtually all ‘device-use’, poisons this way,

In spite of what the telecoms say.

It’s all problematic, no excuse is ample,

Streaming is but the grossest example.

To better demonstrate the insanity,

Let me offer an analogy… (or two)…

The Mindlessness of ‘Wireless’:

Cut to analogy:

Saturation Painting:

Say it’s time to paint your house, a modest 1,200 sq ft house. It’s going to take quite a lot of paint, millions of gallons. In this Bizarro World of cell-phone (wireless) analogies, all the buildings, trees, cars Etc., is a several-square-mile area would receive a complete coat of paint, additionally for miles further beyond, in all directions, everything would get sparsely painted…

In contrast, painting your house according to landline (wired) standards; the paint would travel directly from brush and roller to the surface of your house.

Painting your house according to cell network standards; the paint would go directly from a wildly spastic spraying machine onto the surface of everything in the community, inside and out, and a lighter, spotty coating would color everything miles beyond that… Inefficient, wasteful and wrongfully invasive.

Another analogy:

Say you had an ant infestation on your patio, and going against green thinking, you contracted with an exterminator to eradicate the industrious community. The job of the exterminator was to deliver poison to the site of the colony in the corner of your patio. The bug-man agreed to do the work the next day and guaranteed his work; the next morning, the bug-man fogged the entire neighborhood with pesticide sprayed from his Cessna crop-duster. As agreed, he delivered the poison to the single ant colony in the corner of your patio, but people, pets, wildlife; vegetable gardens Etc. over a several square mile area were doused with full strength poison too. The effects of the poisoning of hundreds of people and countless other beings would be measurable in some, significant in others, and would accumulate continually as the bug-man re-fogged in accordance with the maintenance plan agreed to. Additionally, toxic exposure would befall people and other lifeforms beyond the neighborhood as the poison spread in diminishing concentrations moving further from the fogged area.

And another:

If the military, when dropping bombs, used a system analogous to the wireless and cordless systems used in telecoms, it would bomb entire multi-million people populations just to nullify one bad guy.

The point:

Wireless-everything (communications, navigation-control, Etc.), while freeing, convenient and really cool, promotes and supports profound selfishness and very broad invasiveness.

To the Point:

The cell phone explosion is an easy target for criticism, and an excellent example for condemnation.

You can talk to, sext, share pictures and live video with a friend thousands of miles away – you can surf and game Etc. from the comfort of wherever you may be; even in situations in which your full attention should definitely NOT be split – while driving, piloting and airplane, walking, in class, in face-to-face social situations and so on. 

So, you’re just talking to a friend…

The two of you could be sitting just a few feet from one another; still, the EMP invades and infects people and others within a considerable range in every direction…

The two of you may be in separate cars in the same traffic jam, in houses mutually next door – close enough to communicate purely with good, old fashioned sound waves (from mouth to ear); still, both of your c-phones must connect, via radio waves (radiation), with a cell tower, however many miles away it may be (and typically multiple towers/repeaters), in order to ‘connect’ the two of you. At any given distance between your c-phone and the tower, the amount/strength of the [information-carrying] radiation is no less than at the same distance in every direction in three dimensions. Or stated in reverse; the power of the radiation moving through the kids’ room upstairs and the confessional at the church on Main St. is equal to that along the imaginary strait-line between the phone and the tower at any given equal distance… your phone is the source of; and is at the center of an invisible sphere of ever-expanding radiation; your friend’s phone is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation; the tower is the same sort of pinpoint source of radiation. In this simplest of scenarios, there are no fewer than three antennae emitting radiant pollution in all directions (three dimensionally); radiation which impacts every living thing; some of the negative effects of which are accumulative.

It is absolutely technically impossible (in practical terms) to limit the radiant pollution generated by the two phones and the tower, to the two people engaged in conversation. Yes, the people holding the phones and the people very near the tower receive much more EMP because all three electronic wonders are transmitting stations and the radiation is strongest at and near the source; but radiation MUST exist everywhere between all three units and well beyond and in all directions in order for the system to work.

Strike Five:

If baseball worked like radio broadcasting (cell phone systems), the pitcher would release thousands of balls in all directions; backward, forward, up, down, and at all angles in between, just to try and slide one of them past the batter.

With cell phone communication, you can choose to connect with someone who is located at a very specific directional location relative to your location (there is an invisible single, narrow strait line between the two of you) ; but the radiation which carries a representation of your voice in digital form to the cell-tower(s) and then on to your conversation partner spreads out in consistent intensity, in a 360 degree pattern (actually, in an ever-expanding spherical pattern, but somewhat concentrated along a horizontal plane)… The person you are calling may be located precisely to your north for instance, but your transmission must radiate out from the omni-directional antenna of your phone in a 360’ pattern – connect with the nearest tower, which re-radiates your transmission, again in a 360’ pattern (and typically, on to additional towers and/or satellite links Etc.) so that one tiny ‘string’ of your repeated signal can be grabbed by the antenna of your friends phone.

This very sophisticated high tech system lacks the efficiency of straight-line audio communication inherently built into the lower-tech ‘tin cans and a string’ system.

Land-line phone communication is much more efficient; much less invasive and polluting. Imagine, that, if to talk to someone on the other side of town via landline phones, the system required the initiation of your call to energize the phone lines of every telephone in the entire city, or that the electrical energy moving through the cable between the two houses had to pass through all the houses between the two as well as the houses in a wide swath on either side of that cable; crazy.

The following paragraph is excerpted from: ‘The Effects of Electromagnetic Fields: What is Penetrating You?’ ~ Cathee Courter with Peter MacGill

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

An authoritative quote which bears repeating:

“A radio frequency engineer once told me, as we stood in a city park, that if we could see the invisible electromagnetic waves surrounding us, the air would look the consistency of pea soup. We’d be lucky to be able to see our toes. I asked him whether he carried a cell phone. He responded thoughtfully, “Do tobacco executives smoke? Of course not. Do electronics engineers carry cell phones? They know better.”

According to one eminent researcher:

“There is a high likelihood that most of the twentieth century “diseases of civilization”, including cardiovascular disease, malignant neoplasms (cancer), diabetes, and suicide, are not caused by lifestyle alone, but by certain physical aspects of electricity itself.”

This is a bold statement for anyone to make.

But when you know it comes from the mouth of one of America’s most noted epidemiologists of the last 50 years, it does get you thinking.

Many authoritative figures from around the world share this opinion. You didn’t hear that on the evening news, did you…

Saturated!:

One customary definition of the word ‘Saturated’ is:

To a very full extent, especially beyond the point regarded as necessary or desirable.

How ‘bout reason

There is no reason to believe and no evidence to suggest that living in an environment well saturated with EMP to a degree thousands-of-times greater than 20 years ago, millions-of-times greater than 40 years ago and > billions-of-times greater than 100+ years ago, won’t result in disease.

Back to the rant:

Easy to argue and to demonstrate that this runaway wireless thing illegitimately rammed into our world is a-constitutional. Re-read the the ‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’. (The sacred beginning of the beginning). Read it and consider all the points carefully. Read it and see if you agree that every declaration cited is insulted by the modern runaway wireless self-gratification complex…

‘Preamble to the United States Constitution’

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Equal Justice?

You know, an individual can face legal action (prosecution, fines, Etc.) for littering a public space or private property; just a single soda can or gum wrapper will do it (it’s ridiculous that such behavior would ever take place, but appropriate to discourage it). An individual or a company can, appropriately, ‘feel hot water’ for simply touching another or for flattening a small section of grass on another’s lawn… An individual or a corporation can face costly legal action for placing some of their mess on/in someone else’s body or property; but there are carve-outs and exceptions. While touching another’s shoulder or bending a blade of grass can cost the perpetrator, it is ‘perfectly’ legal, and worse, acceptable, to generate (or support the generation of) invisible, toxic radiation and fill entire private properties with it, to saturate the living bodies of others with it, to literally alter (damage) the operating systems and change (damage) the very physicality of other people deep inside their bodies. Anyone care to defend this topsy-turvy, mixed up misapplication of social-legal standards?        

I question the rational and reason of those eschewing the wired land line,

And have concern with thinking that an RF transmitter to the head is just fine.

Radio came on line 100 years past,

And wired electricity a bit before that.

Toasters and lights, brought EMP into the home,

Radio put its waves under the dome,

That space between ground and upper atmosphere.

Physics keeps most of the radiation here,

But some leaves our home and heads for space,

And perhaps is received by another race.

Maybe some tribe that rose from their fall,

Knowing better, that; after all;

Mom Nature knows best, and if you step on her gown,

No matter your smarts, you’re going down.

What we’ve done with tech-worship, against rational pleading,

Has clouded the signals, so one can’t get the reading,

Critically needed to navigate,

And maintain a balanced and healthy state.

We are sensitive beings; you can like it or not.

And misfire when our wiring is in a knot.

When synthetic EMP escapes the cage,

It drowns out the ‘natch’, and steals the stage,

As with a whisper in a concert hall,

You sense only the loudest fat lady’s call.

“Fire” might be the whisper’s alert,

But all attention is on the concert.

The life-saving signal can’t overcome,

The tenor, the tuba and the amplified drum.

This EMP thing is too much, too fast;

It brings into question how long we can last.

Earthlings respond with adaptive evolution,

To challenges, including man-made pollution.

The tortoise-way works, and serves the species,

The hare’s methodology breaks it to pieces.

We may thrive on EMP in a million more years,

Today, EMP brings our cells to tears.

Can’t have it both ways; good life and device-lust,

One leaves us well; the other’s a bust.

We’re finely tuned to the world around,

Artificiality masks the ‘grounding sound’

Of good vibrations from Gaia’s heart,

Which inform each and every little part,

Of the whole that we are, individually,

And results in the loss of symmetry.

The nurturing subtleties to which your well-being, by nature, is tied,

Is to a great degree, blocked out because, for money, Tel-com lied.  

EMP is the clouded reason your vitality is fried,

But, it’s not the MISSING link; it’s the link, CONSCIOUSLY DENIED…

If this raves like a boomer who struggles with assimilation,

I assure you, my concern is for the younger generation(s).

One need not be stuck in the colorful 60s,

To see a black & white distinction between priorities.

Key among the BAD- good stuff of the 21st century,

Is the invasive Trojan Horse; wireless EMP.

Erroneously crowned with an undeserved green light,

Now in undeclared war and mounting a strong fight,

Against the innate balance which should keep a body well;

To that end, this new enemy has risen from corporate hell.

It doesn’t give a damn about the welfare of you or me,

In fact its dirty war has created a whole new malady.

The resulting complex, not previously known,

Present, post, perpetual traumatic stress syndrome (PPPSD),

Is tough to address; it’s so deeply embedded,

Most people refuse to face where it’s headed.

Headed, hell; we’re already there;

One person I know thinks it’s unfair.

To invade and poison the whole human race,

Just so big-tech’s winnings maintain their pace.

You’re on the hook:

Like a layered Russian doll that never ends,

Chasing ‘click bait’ the mind sputters and bends.

Your secrets transmit with each click that sends,

Your thoughts through a maze where there are no friends.

Promoters on the take are in it to make,

Your brain bend to their will for money’s sake.

They are willing to tie your nerves in a knot,

In hopes of tickling the most treasured G-spot.

The one that sends blood to the brain’s buying center,

As if a flat screen is your life-coach mentor.

This precious G-spot is the fake brass ring,

A virtual prize, not a real thing.

An always open, one-way door.

Built to keep ‘em coming back for more.

Of the same crap the clicks pull you toward,

Fleeting, false pleasure, no real reward.

If they can’t find the spot with 4G or 5,

They’ll keep adding Gs until they arrive,

At the magic trigger held deep inside,

Where all control, and reason reside.

In this plan, self-thinking is not allowed,

You must play along and follow the crowd.

Down the Stepford path to where power is passed,

To the sociopathic dark Oz at last.

Be you a f-book fan, or one who keeps business tucked,

Mark’s, invasive reach insures that you’re still ZUCKED.

While he’s at it, Mark has plans for all financial exchange,

With a world-wide crypto, FB is trying to arrange.

This will give him a piece of all the action,

I guess there’s an irresistible attraction,

To grow, even wider, the ‘disparity inflata’,

And suck even more of our ‘private’ data.

That’s enough Mark for now; and I’m not a Mark-hater,

Anyway, I’ll bet the Zuck will pop up again later.

Invaded and raped is what we are, by poison microwaves,

The only folks somewhat spared are those deep inside caves.

The trade-off is a sucky one; your poor cells go into spasm,

For nothing more important than a neighbor’s empty orgasm.

Porn used to be on paper; a victimless pastime,

Now, the coded images cause nature-hating crime,

Before they reach the drooler’s screen,

They tear right through your body’s being.

And derail the finely-tuned machine,

Deeper than tissue; down into the gene.

Human life survives only within a very narrow range;

Damage can occur under substantial environmental change.

When it comes to essential tolerances, we’re all Goldilocks,

Beyond defined parameters it hurts; in the sweet-spot, life rocks.

The range is quite narrow, for human life to survive,

With blood, the pH must stay between 7.3-something and 7.45

Even precious oxygen can kill, in the event,

It moves outside about 19 or 23%

Examples simply illustrate that the window is small,

In many cases, tinkering, risks losing it all.

Based on facts all around, could a thinking person cite any signs,

That it’s good for our biology to raise the radiation by millions-of-times…

Quite the opposite is suggested by all the evidence;

If that doesn’t do it, just call on good ol’ common sense!

All life is downgraded from the toxic radiations,

Which animate devices galore from phones to PlayStations.

The wars for precious minerals; and toxic tailings junk,

The desperate people exploited; the Foxconn suicide jumps,

Precede the fleeting gratification of the RAID can to the ear;

Which becomes e-waste at retirement, the following year.

The magic behind Siri’s voice is guns and rape and murder and hate,

And we’re instructed; come upgrade time, to never, ever wait.

Make a deposit to the landfill; help build the mountain high,

Take your place in line; get your next piece of the i-pie.

March in sync with the prevailing paradigm;

Maybe it really will bring happiness this time.

Sure, the crazed movement exploits the airways;

The ‘shared space’, increasingly crowded these days.

Part of the ‘commons’ which should be protected and preserved,

But which has become a dumpster and carelessly perturbed.

Such behavior is but an act, from the industry’s wet-dream.

It’s a nightmare for humanity, but pay-day the team,

There is implicit arrogance in the new tradition,

Built into the wholly unreasonable position,

That whatever the entertainment or elective communication,

It should be taken freely without any hesitation.

If the underlying data arrived via copper cable,

A million people in the path would not be made unstable.

Or it could be ordered from a clearing house and loaded on a chip,

Or charge your chip at a vending box, so it wouldn’t have to ship.

You can’t have all that you fancy, faster than a blink,

Without nudging our health a bit out of ‘the pink’.

Compressing digitized info and blasting it everywhere,

So that ‘Master You’ can have it right now – right there,

Would be fine, I guess, if the method brought your desire,

Not passing through many others, but efficiently, via wire.

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. 

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The light came in when the power went out

Molly Tuttle: “Light Came In (Power Went Out)” 

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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.

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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’

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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,

Which leaves the subjects, with notably less,

Physical health reliability,

As well as mental stability.

They screw with our DNA’s dignity,

For the empty gift of mass connectivity.

Telecom is a dark and deadly industry,

With a heart of greed and a void where ‘soul’ should be.

Parallels:

Finally, the ‘Green New Deal’ has found its savior voice,

Backed by humans admitting we really have no choice,

But to rise from our asses and stop the insanity,

Of bringing down the Planet with our selfish vanity.

Green’s time is here, though it’s decades behind,

We’re passed the concern that the Repubs might mind,

Any action regarding the Planet’s destruction,

Or her hostile takeover and misguided abduction,

By those who strip her bare and live like kings;

And feed their fat faces on the killing of things.

It’s mostly the kids, who know that they’re at risk,

And, thank God, have some sense of the altruistic.

The movement’s book also has a self-serving page,

In large red font “It’s do or die at this late stage”.

They accept the environment as the ultimate basis,

For the wealth and health and survival of all of our races.

The kids seem to get that they’ll need safe air,

This fact of life demands that they thoughtfully care,

For the commons we all rely on and share,

And help Mom recover from the elder’s err.

[* err = to make a mistake or be incorrect]

After we stop this unholy polluting thing,

The focus will be on how to keep it clean.

Now it’s down our very survival,

Yes, it’s late, but we need the revival.

The waters are dead and the air is thick,

Our essential elements make us sick.

For too long, with poisons, we have flirted,

Now, climate disruption cannot be averted.

We aim to keep the pain to a minimum,

Procrastination requires that all will feel some.

We screwed up big, now things are tense,

We’ve spent most of the kids’ inheritance.

We must make the best of a bad situation,

And graciously accept Mom’s invitation.

To repent for the rape, and treat her with love,

Then again, she’ll support what we’re made of.

Failing to fix the wireless-thing is a big mistake,

The welfare of all life-forms, literally, is at stake.

Way back in the 50s, the Exxons understood,

That adding carbon to the air, absolutely would,

Cause the Greenhouse thing; but they wouldn’t let us learn,

That oil-addiction might bring on the point-of-no-return.

The world may never recover, because ‘Big Carbon’ cheated,

Inaction on wireless-tech, insures ‘scenario repeated’.

Here then is the disconnect which informs my confusion;

And allows for the irrational EMP delusion.

On the problems with CO2 and methane, we have broad consensus,

We agree on the 350 ppm limit; so what is it that prevents us,

From hearing the alarm screaming “ElectroMagnetic Pollution”,

And demanding some reasonable, life-saving solution…

Let’s just lay it out, remove the mask; no ambiguity,

Stay away from the relentlessly promoted IoT . [Internet of Things]

Keep your distance also from digital assistants and the Smart TV,

In short, shun all non-essential wireless gadgetry.

“Two edged sword” is a mild term for digital-wireless stuff,

Even minimal exposure is more than enough,

To cause a healthy system to go haywire,

Knowing this, hopefully, will help to inspire,

Folks to reduce exposure and put more distance,

‘Tween gadgets and self, and to join the resistance.

On this issue, we can’t believe “resistance-is-futile”,

Non-compliance with the wave is absolutely crucial. 

The monitors and intercoms and cordless phones at home;

All these common toys pollute the living-zone.

As yet, we’ve not developed a safe and healthy way,

To transfer that important stuff, you just can’t wait to say,

Through the aspect of ‘the commons’ called the airway,

But still have the voice-to-ear method; the original way.

The extent to which you disregard reality, and delay,

Directly relates to the price your precious health will pay.

The poison generated spreads beyond your own body;

The ‘wide-diffusion’ is characteristic of wireless EMP.

The contagious nature of wireless promiscuity,

Hurts living things far beyond the distance you can see.

Talk about everywhere, all the time; even mandatory,

Radio-com equipment is a required accessory,

For retail staff, warehouse workers, and regrettably,

Many more in workplaces who must submit reluctantly.

“Wear the poison all day long or go somewhere else to work”,

Wireless EMP saturation has gone totally berserk.

Some may be defendable, like hands-free links for cops,

But should hardly be required for clerks in lingerie shops.

Even positions where a Bluetooth isn’t welded to your face.

If the job is in a building, Wi-Fi saturates the whole space.

So to support the wireless toys at home you give your time at work,

You trade your effort for your pay; wireless poison’s just a ‘perk’.

I’ve watched with deep concern, the advancement of this plague,

And curse the corporate selfishness for the price already paid.

It’s sad indeed to witness the poison growing day by day,

As the veil tears, exposing truth, what will the poor kids say…

It’s the too-familiar story, which displays ‘morals lost’,

Privatize the profit, socialize the heavy cost.

Activism works, at least it has before,

In the 70s, it stopped an awful war.

Passion of the 80s, demanded ‘no new nukes on line’;

A stay which held for several decades, despite the corporate slime.

“People have the power”; a line to Patty Smith’s credit,

To exercise that force, we must first know that we have it.

We can save the world again, working collectively,

While the liars keep repeating, “there’s nothing here to see”.

Resistance has relaxed, or is on extended latte’ brake,

Maybe folks don’t understand truly what is at stake.

I know we like our toys and tend to trust soft-spoken Siri,

But this is not the time for careless complacency.

Every cent we feed to telecom piggy’s snout,

Returns another dividend, we’d be better off without.

The urgency and danger makes me want to shout,

But addicts don’t want to hear anything about,

A knock on their essential, which is not that at all,

Anyway, it’s time to thumb another poison call.

Besides, everyone is playing, so the trade-off must be fake;

Guys; remember Mom’s caution ‘bout others jumping in the lake.

Science has a standard; a behavioral mandate,

A policy procedure for protecting our fragile fate.

A simple concept really; to make things more predictable,

It instructs us to adhere to the ‘precautionary principle’.

When states or industries ignore this basic rule,

They demonstrate that they’re OK with being cruel.

You can’t just put it out there, and see what happens later;

You gotta’ put it to the test with a model-simulator.

An evaluation tool for comparing cost and benefit;

It helps a wise society decide whether to risk it.

The adage goes; “if it sounds too good to be true,

Chances are; that it will be a witch’s brew”.

If the precautionary principle were used honestly,

We now would have much safer chemistry.

If the principle were used at all, for wireless technology;

We’d have the knowledge needed regarding EMP.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a non-essential curse;

For all the good it does; it makes matters worse.

Enough was known about this curse a score or two ago,

To compel any thinking head to loudly “just say NO”.

But wireless tech was staged slowly, so we couldn’t spot her,

As we were but the frog in the pot of slowly heating water.

Add to this the lies and suppressed information,

The sponsor-sanctioned blackout on almost every news station.

We’re being freaking boiled in a world-sized kettle,

With Big-tech/Telecom’s heavy foot upon the pedal.

How often do you cross a busy city street,

With ear-buds in, and looking at your feet…

The chemical sector pretends that it complies;

Tel-com doesn’t bother; it just pays Congress-guys.

Side-stepping the P-principle often brings disaster,

But it fills the 1%’s deep pockets ever faster.

It comes down to priorities & and the value of a soul,

Some apparently, are comfortable with selling-out the whole,

Of humanity & Planet for another empty yacht,

No matter how much stuff they’ve already got.

Wherever and whoever you may be,

You are allergic to manmade EMP.

It’s not possible to be an absentee,

Distinctions are but a matter of degree.

Synthetic EMP comes in many shrouded forms,

And manifests in ways outside familiar norms.

Toxic emanations flow from varied sources,

And interact with the energy which courses

Through biologic channels which give life direction,

In its effort to maintain relative perfection.

Our DNA was reared on certain subtle frequencies,

And depends, for well-being, on clear sensing of these.

It doesn’t do well when the signal is jammed,

And tends towards ill when foreign frequencies are rammed

Through the body-mind at high intensity;

This perverts the body’s innate propensity.

Device-EMP’s frequencies from up and down the spectrum,

Are pulsed and manipulated; creating biological bedlam.

The flood of noxious waves causes cellular agitation,

This in turn produces systemic inflammation.

Chronic inflammation, the experts all agree,

Is at the root of most every malady.

Just what or who do we think, will be our savior,

If we continue this irrational, self-destructive behavior…

The embrace of this epidemic throughout society,

Born of corporate greed and sustained by the ‘we’…

Continuing in this way, makes no freaking sense,

And it’s no help for us to teeter on the fence.

Jump into the handbasket; enjoy the ride to hell,

The only chance we’ve got is to collectively rebel.

Clearly the addiction is deeply entrenched today,

And all indicators suggest that it’s here to stay.

If you refuse to play the game, you’ll be the odd man out,

Then later celebrated as the others figure out,

The whole thing was a scam and made the people sick,

While making tel-com’s fat ass another layer thick.

They’ll stop at nothing to achieve the heartless goal,

With no concern at all about the human toll.

The poison now is everywhere; even hospitals and churches,

From the depths of damp cellars to the highest mountain perches.

No time is too early for the poison to mistreat us,

Even cutting through the hidden floating fetus.

Yes, there are some differences between legacy EMP,

And that which streams from the wireless stuff in the 21st century.

Wired homes and appliances in the ‘boomers’ early days,

Plus the few radio towers, spit out the EM haze.

‘Civilized’, first-world folks, gladly changed their ways,

And enthusiastically embraced the plastic, space-age phase.

Communication, convenience and work-efficiency,

Were clear hallmarks of that early EMP.

Starry-eyed were we; a naïve society,

The modern stars so bright, that we didn’t see,

Then the EMP from a toaster and Fridge at home,

Was limited in distance, and mostly all your own.

The poison from your modern toys is not just yours alone,

You further grow the EMP each time you use the phone.

The harm spreads far out beyond you personally,

Each device carries with it a huge responsibility.

Wireless EMP is not confined to your own space,

But by its very nature, it slaps your neighbor’s face.

Informed folks shun CFLs, and count milligrams of salt,

Cut mercury, and set a whole-food diet as their default.

Health-promoting measures, worth the effort to be sure,

With the power to prevent, and even to cure.

Why then, the welcome embrace, so enthusiastically,

Of that which ill-impacts well-being so radically?

The time will come, when even the blind will see,

The broad-range health-disaster that is EMP.

EMP, particularly in the wireless form,

Represents the idiom ‘perfect storm’.

Its seductive nature draws us into the haze,

And returns the favor in destructive ways.

Deranging the system from inside-out,

Through an unguarded, invisible route.

It pierces the skin from every direction,

Producing a state of defenseless subjection,

In its most enthusiastic campaigners,

As well as health-minded abstainers.

Most heartbreaking about this e-polluting shit,

Is the mess it makes for the kids born into it.

The biggest losers are the youngest among us;

When still but a twinkle, they’re pushed under the school bus.

Give a two-year-old a cigarette and offer him a light,

You’ll draw condemnation and start a morality fight;

But snap a tablet to the stroller, and click the kid on-line,

You’ll be praised, they’ll say “good, head start”, all is well and fine.

That wrong move represents a ‘head start’ all right,

At sickening, aging and attacking precious sight.

No need to best the Jones’s at wireless child abuse,               

If their values are, regarding health, just too damn loose,

In the age of poly-poison, maybe; “simply rise above”,

The lemming stampede, with thoughtful, loving tough-love.

The day it becomes too tough to save one’s own flower,

Is the day the family has forfeited its power,

On any individual autonomy,

And the ability to think and clearly see,

That profit motivates some terrible sin,

Which we should never place our dear kids within.

Wi-Fi in schools should never be allowed,

And does not produce young’ns, healthy and proud.

Poisoning young bodies while training young minds,

Will create more questions than the answers it finds.

A particularly ridiculous scenario is this;

A clear indication that something’s amiss.

Imagine ‘health class’, where the book is a screen,

In close proximity to liver, gut and spleen.

Imagine the day’s lesson is on ‘reproductivity’,

And the wireless book sits just above the kid’s young ‘V’.

No system, cell or organ likes this radiation,

Certainly not those parts concerned with procreation.

The very term ‘laptop’ is problematic too,

The damn thing often rides atop ‘Peter’ or ‘Hoo hoo’.

Another laptop tradeoff regarding human reproduction,

Both its chemistry and EMP cause endocrine disruption.

The hormone-rich reproductive system holds the species’ fate,

So we really should treat it well before it’s too late.

‘Homo sapiens’ comes from the Latin, ‘Wise Man’,

Self-extinction would suggest a new name for our clan.

The reproductive system, decides where we will be,

Onward to the future, or left to history.

Healthy babies don’t result if the balance has been jacked,

And EMP-caused hormone disruption is a pregnant fact.

Back to school for a moment to expose another wrong,

We’ll look behind the mainstream liar’s dance & song.

Much of the cost of schooling kids, pays for ‘special needs’,

While EMP exposure causes learning disabilities.

Can you spell ‘backwards’; do you see the vicious cycle,

Adding wireless EMP causes the challenge to recycle.

I have a better name for the ubiquitous ‘laptop’:

“The plastic cased, toxic chemical and heavy metal containing, internally produced heat initiated poison outgassing, clam-shell; to be used in restrained moderation, only in conjunction with blue-blocking glasses and/or screen shield, only on battery power or grounded A/C power connection, with a wired net connection and with Wi-Fi disabled, ideally in a well ventilated space, and never situated on the lap.

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The endocrine system, as the master of vital hormone balance,

Is knocked off-center by an influence which perverts that stance.

Its components are tossed to the wind like so much confetti,

When the host resides in a space replete with EMP.

The critical hormone ‘melatonin’ is one good example,

A good night’s sleep cannot be had if there isn’t ample,

Of the stuff circulating for body-mind to be still,

And glide comfortably into a drowsy chill.

‘Mel’ is born as day becomes the dark of night,

The problem is that EMP, registers as light.

Light is the EMR which allows us to see,

Part of the same spectrum as is all EMP.

When ‘mel’ is deficient, you can’t detox or regenerate,

You’re standing on the wrong square of a hostile checkmate.

‘Mel’ is your super-potent, self-made antioxidant too,

Something desperately needed when EMP surrounds you.

EMP generates free radicals in hordes,

Increasing the need for what melatonin affords.

So the more you travel the wireless route,

The more free radicals are bouncing about,

Tearing up tissue and cells inside and out,

And producing an antioxidant drought.

The mechanisms of harm so far cited,

Should be more than enough to get us excited.

Yet, this list has only scratched the surface,

Of this inhumane multi-ring circus.

Yes, synthesized EMP is nothing new,

But since century’s turn it’s gone grossly askew.

From the time of Ben with the kite and the key,

Till wired homes became reality,

Electricity was mostly a fad and curiosity,

And spewed little-to-no EMP.

As office and home befriended PC,

And stuffed their space with e-gadgetry,

The wireless trick is the sneaky straw hack,

With side-effects which crack the back,

Of the divine directive in every cell,

Whose job it is to keep the host well.

For all of its promise and all of its fun,

The wireless takeover has bluntly run,

Into a snag which cannot be denied,

It contributes to the Earth being flooded and fried.

The wireless illusion is anything but GREEN,

Net-progress for it has yet to be seen.

So far, in its decades-long stint,

It has grossly enlarged its carbon footprint.

Certain love-children of the internet craze,

Are further carbonizing and thickening the haze.

Cryptocurrency stomps with a rather large boot too,

Such as bitcoin and other grayish blockchain things do.

All that dark-cloud stuff spends a shit-load of power,

To keep countless servers spinning hour after hour.

The power can’t be interrupted, and lots of heat is generated,

This means of course that the complex must be refrigerated.

It’s kind of funny, really,

To the point of sounding silly,

Amorphous entities with no tangible physicality,

Through their operation, hasten species’ mortality.

Like industrial things, that we can touch and see,

By consuming outdated, dirty energy.

Feeding condensed fossils to the shady ‘cloud’,

Should not make IT designers at all proud.

Hastening eminent climate catastrophe,

Is an unreasonable use of ‘smart’ technology.

Multiplying space-junk, too, is part of the game,

Earth and her beings will never be the same.

As of the blast-off, the seeding has begun,

I’m sorry folks, but there’s just nowhere to run.

This 5G thing is getting hyper-crazy, to say the least,

With G satellites morphing into the head of the beast.

Some 1,000 new G sats are on their way;

Funny, but the people have nothing to say.

Well, some do, but they won’t be heard,

Over the silence from the bulk of the herd.

There’ll number a grand before the year (2019) is done,

And TWENTY-THOUSAND before 2020 has run

Through its 366 wireless days,

And those with a clue have tried all ways,

To stop the insane escalation,

Of big-tech’s selfish domination,

Of the Planet and all of her kids,

While pushing what decency forbids.

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OneWeb: fleet of 4,540 satellites

SpaceX – (Elon Musk): fleet of 12,000 satellites

Amazon: fleet of more than 3,000 5G satellites

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The health of the youngsters is headed south,

That’s the official word; not word-of-mouth.

The first batch of humans, reared with cell phones,

Is paying the price down to its bones.

The insurance industry watches these things,

And that’s the conclusion their research brings.

(( The Blue Cross Blue Shield report is here: https://www.bcbs.com/the-health-of-america/reports/the-health-of-millennials ))

On many markers, they’re falling behind,

Sliding rearward both in body and mind.

Speaking of young’ns and young people’s bones,

And the relationship to devices like “gotta’-have” phones,

We now have palpable & radiologic evidence,

Of a dramatic side-effect from wireless decadence.

Undeniable structural deformations, so extreme,

They fit the script of an osteopath’s bad dream.

Typical device-love pulls the neck way out of ‘straight’,

Which compels the body to grow a counterweight.

A boney hub on the back of the neck,

In adaptive response to poor posture from tech.

I’m not kidding, kids; can’t make this stuff up,

It’s kinda’ gruesome when you look close up,

At the ways tech-worship, as the new obsession,

Will, eventually lead to the gross expression,

Of compensatory measures, just to get by,

As the ridiculous craze throws mud in the eye,

Of the mind’s mastery and the body’s frame,

A negative tradeoff; a crying shame.

If anyone out there thinks this is fair,

Let me introduce you to the stair-

way to hell, where they’re holding a spot,

For another damned human who cares not.

If you value the girls and boys,

Higher than our wireless toys,

Perhaps you’ll resist the insanity,

Behind the deeply flawed 5G.

This is a takeover, make no mistake,

The very foundation of life is at stake.

The dark energy which the system is shooting,

Is anti-heath and profoundly polluting,

That which surrounds, and is at all times,

In intimate contact with our body-minds.

This shared-space (the aethers – airspace – airways), this most fundamental aspect of our commons is by now, profoundly and increasingly polluted with chaotic energetic forces which penetrate our beings to the core and dramatically alter the body-mind’s ‘operating system’. Humans’ OSs now harbor a deep-seated corruption bug …

You are not your ‘real self’, but the product of morph-ism,

You have become a ‘genetically modified organism’.

Infected, is the space which surrounds us all the time,

It’s an aspect of ‘the commons’; which is yours and mine.

Ethically, the aethers cannot be bought or sold,

A self-evident truth, which we should tightly hold

In our hearts; and keep it clear and free,

Of influences which corrupt its integrity.

EMP penetrates, walls and clothes and skin,

And grossly rearranges your untouchables within.

It’s imperative of course, to be kind to the brain,

For reasons far beyond, just being sane.

MIND is everywhere in you; it’s not the brain, you know,

From its stronghold in the skull, BRAIN runs the whole show.

Due to status, brain gets great protection,

From injury, invasion and infection.

Nature gives Brain a fortress, and a lofty position,

And provides it most of the blood, and best nutrition.

Brain can, none-the-less fail, when mistreated,

Particularly when abuse is sustained or repeated.

The world presents challenges, automatically,

Which effect BRAIN’s well-being dramatically.

When Brain is upset, trouble shows up elsewhere,

Connections are endless; a web-like affair.

A physical, mental, or emotional stress,

May stem from some direct brain distress.

Brain’s integrity goes from poor, to hairier,

When a toxic agent breaches the ‘blood-brain barrier’.

Here again, poison EMP’s ugly head rears,

As it renders defenseless, what’s between the ears. 

Lots of research shows, and is becoming easy to see,

EMF’s can damage the critical BBB (blood-brain barrier).

On protecting the brain, nature has been clear,

“Only that which serves, is allowed up here.”

When something breaks through, that shouldn’t get in,

Destructive processes likely begin,

To foster disease, and mess it all up,

Then cause the whole system to run amuck.

Seems we can’t quite list all of the ways,

That people are hurt from how EMP plays,

With the delicate scale we’re balanced on,

The shame of it is, that the whole thing’s con. The telecom con…

Legitimate concerns from numerous sectors,

Are always dissed by boards-of-directors.

The whitewash makes threats no less real,

Still, EMP gets Congress’ approval seal. (With very few and quiet exceptions)

Slow down, evaluate, cry some people, NGOs and agencies.

The pleas do nothing to slow the FCC’s

Rush to trade licenses for back-room favors,

And corrupt pay-off fruits of many flavors.

One such sector includes ‘the weather guys’,

(American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union)

And the related agencies concerned with oceans, space and skies.

(National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA))

Squeezing too much traffic into a narrow band,

Raises the likelihood that things get out of hand.

Signals will slow, some will be crossed,

Data will jumble, and some will be lost.

In the name of more hollow whistles and bells,

And the understanding that marketing sells,

Some of the good, enabled by tech,

Will suffer because of the bottleneck,

Created by stuffing too many pulses and waves,

Into each narrow slice of the crowded airways.

It’s a telling example of greed upon greed,

And info-hyperload far beyond need,

Where the system trips over its own excess,

And creates a reliably – unreliable mess.

Some big-dreamers must think that there is really no limit,

To the sponge of the spectrum and what we can squeeze in it.

This is ridiculous of course, on its face,

And suggests that they’ve already lost the race,

If winning was about helping the human race,

Not just the usual drive of the money- chase.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

In a letter to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC), U.S. meteorologists called the potential for 5G mobile technologies to disrupt communication between weather satellites “deeply concerning,” according to the BBC.

The letter was signed by the American Meteorological Society, the National Weather Association and the American Geophysical Union. They oppose a FCC proposal to share a radio spectrum band with mobile companies, arguing that sharing the radio band may lead to a delay in life-saving data, according to Newsweek.

“[Interference will] postpone dissemination of vital information to the public to aid and protect life, property, businesses, and government operations. The loss of seconds can mean the difference between safety and grave risk to life and property,” said John Porter, an executive at AccuWeather, in a separate letter to the FCC, as Newsweek reported.

Experts warned that sharing the 1675-1680MHz band could cause delays in public service alerts about severe weather like hurricanes and tornadoes. The letter by the U.S. meteorologists piggy backs on a letter sent to the FCC Chairman by Sen. Ron Wyden (D-Ore) and Maria Cantwell (D-Wash.) asking him not to issue 5G licenses “until the FCC approves the passive band protection limits that the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) determine are necessary to protect critical satellite‐based measurements of atmospheric water vapor needed to forecast the weather.”Results of the study are expected in 2020.

Wyden and Cantwell said that the “ongoing sale of wireless airwaves could damage the effectiveness of US weather satellites and harm forecasts and predictions relied on to protect safety, property, and national security.”

They reprimanded the FCC for beginning the auction “over the objections of NASA, NOAA, and members of the American Meteorological Society (AMS). These entities all argued that out-of-band emissions from future commercial broadband transmissions in the 24GHz band would disrupt the ability to collect water-vapor data measured in a neighboring frequency band (23.6 to 24GHZ) that meteorologists rely on to forecast the weather,” as Ars Technicareported.

U.S. weather forecasters are the latest group to sound the alarm that the race to introduce 5G technologies may have adverse consequences.

White text disclaimer on commercials:

~ Direct-to-consumer advertising refers to the marketing and advertising of pharmaceutical products directly to consumers as patients ~

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Two countries on Earth allow (DTC) drug adverts on TV,

They must contain something easy to miss and hard to see.

‘White Text Disclaimers’ at the bottom; faint and pale,

Designed so as not to detract from the sale.

A small concession, true; and we understand their game,

Weakness notwithstanding, big-tech should do the same.

If they’re gonna’ promise tablets put smiles on the face,

And that the latest i-thing will ensure you win the race,

The tradeoffs should be mentioned, however impotent,

Hinting at the ‘rest of story’ in small, faint, white print.

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White text disclosure verbiage that fits wireless devises / d’Vices:

Dizziness, spaciness, anxiety, insomnia, blurred vision and other vision problems, ADD / ADHD, drowsiness, depression, reduction of bone density, bone deformation, blood sugar instability, sociopathy, hormone imbalance – endocrine disruption, Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS), Type II diabetes, hypertension, psychoses, elevated cholesterol and triglyceride imbalance, Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, Substance use disorder, Screen-neck syndrome, loss of reasoning and critical thinking skills, swellings, capillary leak syndrome; fever, muscle pain, unusual bruising, rash, hives, nervous system and blood disorders; lymphoma, weight gain, reduced ability to fight infections, nausea, diarrhea/constipation, dehydration, confusion, multitask split attention confusion syndrome, death.

Secondary bodily injury, Death (100 deaths and countless injuries per year from selfie mishaps)

NOTE: DTC (Direct-to-consumer advertising). Direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical advertising (DTCPA). You know, the TV commercials that invent conditions which don’t actually exist, and make medicine look fun and sexy but include all that rushed verbiage about how the side effects could possibly kill you. The U.S. and New Zealand are the only countries that allow DTCPA that includes product claims. To my knowledge, no authoritative entities require any warnings or cautions regarding the use of modern cell phone culture devices.

Wireless toys certainly qualify as drugs,

A reality denied with stupid, careless shrugs,

By those whose job is to peddle and make,

This drug; and by vested interests on the take.

If you’re going to peddle a poison, cloaked in disguise,

It seems reasonable to mention what its use might catalyze.

In the case of EMP, of the wireless persuasion,

It’s not just personal, but represents unsolicited invasion,

Of the bodies and the minds of others, far and wide;

Your device summons demons from which no one can hide.

The population of victims outnumbers the band of users,

All frequent users harm the whole, even if not willing abusers.

That’s the contagious thing about wireless tech,

You can’t keep your personal communication in check.

Some of what you send, from here to there,

Passes through people and spaces everywhere.

Do we have the right to spread it around;

Knowing the stuff cannot be bound,

To a direct narrow path, efficiently,

The way e-conversation used to be (relatively non-toxic land line phones),

Awareness of this reality,

While still ’using’, willfully,

Especially if used unnecessarily,

Could be called e-polygamy.

Doesn’t matter what you call this thing,

It lacks the safe and healthy ‘ring’,

And relies on a selfish, twisted paradigm,

Which suggest that wireless-polluting is just fine.

Shakespeare’s Juliet talked about “a rose by another name”,

You can call this stuff ‘high-tech’; it’s a ‘tragedy’, just the same.

When used as directed, devices cause side effects,

Users and standers-by all become subjects,

Of disruptive influences which attack all systems,

Confuse inner peace and upset natural rhythms.

Fondling wireless d’VICES the way they usually are,

Utility is served, but the toxic field goes far,

Afield in each and every direction,

And is not blocked by another’s objection.

There’s simply no way to limit or manage,

The invasive, unwanted ‘collateral damage’.

This drug’s insidious nature and related addiction,

Should compel both voluntary and official restriction.

The toys come with few cautions, which aren’t heeded at all,

Some of which are simply not ‘common-use’ practical.

Who’s gonna’ limit use to just minutes per day,

And keep the damn thing at least arm’s length away,

Who’s gonna plug the cable back in,

And risk looking like an ancient has-been…

Until we put the wires back,

We’ll all remain under attack,

From a game of greedy, unholy making,

Giving less good then it’s selfishly taking.

They sold us a carrot; fresh, juicy and thick,

That turned out to be a head-cracking stick.

The geniuses should revisit the drawing board,

And persist till they have something our health can afford.

This shit is too damn costly to defend,

It’s the wireless route to our bitter end.

Possibly, the dream just can’t be done,

Fashion a safe toy from a loaded gun…

Ya can’t always get what you want; so, concede,

If you try sometime, you’ll get what you need.

The first need is the “Do No Harm” mandate,

Which a sound, moral mind will appreciate.

Once your project passes this test,

You may lock it in, and advance to the rest,

Of the project you claim is for humanity’s sake,

Only then, may you begin a fair give-and-take.

Reasonable safety must be unquestionable,

Such that the give/take is fair and equitable.

If you can’t cook it up without the bate & switch, in,

Please, just clean up; get out of the kitchen.

Venture geeks who make ‘real’ from dreams,

Must be paid fairly for their ground-breaking schemes.

But their deserved, and sometimes undo wealth,

Cannot come at the cost of society’s health.

Remember, inventors, you can’t release – wait and see,

We must know in advance that your brilliance won’t be,

The beginning-of-end for people or Planet;

The proverbial hellfire, and the lies that fan it.

Somewhere in human make-up, is the capacity,

To; excuse the expression; “be all we can be”.

If toys with toxic emissions is the fruit of your sweat,

Get back to work; you’re not there yet.

If we have to get sicker with each new treat,

You’re exposed as a colossal, selfish cheat.

Some balancing acts offer the people meager compensation,

Which falls far short of what’s better; the polluters’ eradication.

In various countries they’re starting to levy,

Taxes on industries hitting the environment heavy.

Surcharges and abuse-tax is another way,

To discourage users and companies who sway,

Unreasonably far from what’s good for the all,

And otherwise fail to heed the logical call,

To be a true asset not a liability,

To our Planet and Human society.

Examples are carbon-tax on polluters of air,

And tobacco tax because of more costly health care.

There’s limited space in OUR aethers-airways,

And the more they squeeze, the more it pays,

The few at the top of the greed pyramid,

Who don’t give a damn about the fate of your kid.

The aethers, like our water and air,

Are life-support essentials for all to share,

And as such, can be used, only with care,

In sustainable ways that are universally fair.

With resources, there’s no right to hoard or pollute,

Or to commandeer, steal, takeover and loot.

To the extent that some do so anyway,

Balance demands, they be made to pay,

While we collectively demand a better way,

To manage resources without sloppy foul play.

While the shameful truth remains behind the shade,

A helpful measure might be some cap & trade.

On second thought, drop the ‘trade’, but enforce a cap,

On the degree telecom can fill our aethers with crap.

Taxes serve two ends besides paying the bills,

Both aimed at governing societies’ ills.

To discourage poor behavior and encourage the good,

Helping business and people behave as they should.

I know, ‘should’ is a word to be used with restrained respect,

It’s not right to push others based on what you or I expect.

When it comes to ‘the commons’ we get into the fight,

‘Tween one’s flexing freedom and another one’s right.

We all do well when we all do well

When anyone cheats, it’s everyone’s hell.

Compared to chem pollution, EMP is hard to visualize,

And, of course, once understood, there’s no way to rationalize.

The industry behind it is a classless faker and an illegitimate taker,

Wireless EMP is long-term deadly, because it’s out of step with nature.

The aethers, left to nature are a calm and peaceful sea,

A supportive substrate, a nurturing place to be.

As life-giving air becomes a poison when we introduce toxic stuff, 

So the aethers, once supportive, is now toxic; it’s called our bluff.

Wireless tech’s invisibility makes it no less consequential,

Its stealth, in fact, makes it even more detrimental.

It hides from conscious awareness, all the while infecting,

The subscribers whose lives it’s supposed to be perfecting.

And what keeps showing up in the book of justice,

Is EMP’s penchant for infecting all of us.

No matter your stance, you can’t opt out,

Even if you get what the caution’s about.

The marketing system’s designed that way,

That’s the corrupt game the scoundrels play.

People are kept in the dark, even during the day,

As the liars scoop up buckets of ill-gotten pay.

A tale of two cities; what is sold and what’s delivered, 

The distinction is blurred by the myth of the wizard.

Call one town ‘Reality’, the other, ‘Fairyland’,

The first harbors honesty; the other, slight-of-hand.

Don’t read fine-print or investigate the hype,

You may find Big-Tech knows that society is ripe,

For blind acceptance of self-destruction,

And its overall intelligence reduction.

Those not inclined to self-help by adjusting EMP behavior,

Might at least consider that ‘Matthew’ thing about “loving thy neighbor”…

Remember please, it’s for ‘the all’ that we resist polluting nature,

I know it may feel lonely until we un-capture the legislature,

From the gnarled grip of tel-com corporate clowns,

Whose selfish dirty trickery knows no freaking bounds.  

Remember too, while insisting on a better way,

Pay close attention to what they do, disregard what they say.

((Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself ~ Matthew 22:39 ))

Epilogue:

I’m searching for an off ramp from this sophomoric rhyme,

I sense one just up ahead; but then, another line.

The rhetorical redundancy may be appropriate,

Simply stating facts hasn’t fixed the problem yet.

Evidence abounds and good sense agrees,

Yet we keep diving deeper into the sea of EMPs.

Specifics of the harms are still being mapped,

While EMP consumers are being further hacked.

The efforts to date have not stemmed the tide,

EMP enthusiasts still tweet, text, and hide,

From what’s undeniable, and in sharp relief,

As if it’s all OK, if they just cling to the belief,

That Verizon is a saint and Sprint gives a darn,

About the ratio between convenience and harm.

I’ve been presenting all ‘left-brain’ for so damn long,

Now I’m thinking the ‘facts-approach’ may be the wrong

Way to express the concern so rife with contention,

And ultimately attract the victims’ attention.

So, OK, I figured, bring in more right-hemisphere,

Maybe then, the reader can, a little better hear,

And feel the weight of the problem, and then begin

To allow the meaning of the problem to sink in.

I’ve been screaming about this inconvenient truth,

Since long before the advent the poison Bluetooth.

To little avail I’m so sorry to say,

But I figure, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

So I’m taking a shot at the ‘right’ way to go,

With some choppy rhythm and suggestive innuendo.

There’s repetition too, because it must be pounded in,

If salvation can ever overcome the power of the spin.

So possibly the rote approach will plant the caution seed,

And you’ll pause with a second-thought before you proceed,

To throw your EMP around indiscriminately,

Spreading many little bits of ‘bad’, subliminally.

The point of the effort is not to force which way you go,

But in light of the thickly painted tele-com whitewash, we all deserve to know…

What tel-coms cover up about the bad seeds they sow,

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

This is precisely the info that we all deserve to know

Part 2:

Facts:

Just a drop in the ocean…

We All Deserve to Know:

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