Showing posts with label Space Ritual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Space Ritual. Show all posts

Saturday, December 21, 2024

All Lit Up

 


All lit up and time for some Space Rock, don't you think?




Ladbrook Grove forever and, "Is there something wrong with the juke box?"

"No, darling, it's just Hawkwind."

Cheers,

LSP


PS. Lemmy made that band, imo, feel free to disagree.

Sunday, December 15, 2024

UFOs Everywhere

 


Especially in New Jersey, which is near New York. OK, nasty, but like no kidding, everywhere you look in New Jersey there's a UFO, coming outta the sea, going inna sea, hovering around subdivisions, truck stops, strip malls, military bases, you name it, there they are. UFOs, everywhere. 



Some appear to be orbs of fluid, shifting light. Others morph into various shapes, cylinders, triangles and the like.  Some appear technical, others almost organic. So what are they, drones? That's what we're being told, with the Pentagon caveat that they're not ours, not our enemies' and, in fact, don't belong to any known earthbound agency. So what are they? Aliens, obviously. Here, have a look.


 

Remember, punters, in the icy void of deep space no one can hear you scream.

Friday, December 22, 2023

Wymxn And Guns

 



Many wymxn are against guns because so violent. Get rid of gunz, they argue, and no one will shoot anyone because no gunz. Hey, it's not a bad argument, and wymxn use it all the time. 

Ban guns and there'll be less of them around, the wymxn say, and welcome to the new green rainbow gunless utopia! Unless, of course you're a criminal, in which case you've got a couple of Ukrainian AKs, an NLAW and far moar besides.


Old but Gold

That in mind, flash back to Ludlow October '22, where my friend, what a good woman, was not only against firearms but lamented the lack of police in her tiny little hamlet. No cops for miles around, no budget for that, and thank Gaia, no guns either.

"But tell me," quizzed the Colonel of the Dallas Light Cavalry (Irreg.), "What happens when some roughs out of Birmingham turn up at your door stop with a baseball bat, will you call the cops who won't be there? Yet another argument for the Second Amendment." Quite.



She frowned, stoically, and didn't press the point, being a gentlewoman, and neither did I, but let's be honest, slaves can't defend themselves and free-men can. True, eh?

Ludlow observation aside, and what a lovely town it is, things could get right rough in the next few years, if you can bear to do the math and face reality however grim. That in mind, smart people are taking note and planning accordingly. Don't say ammo and precious metal, and DOGE$, obvs.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Something Wrong With The Jukebox?

 


Yes, it's our old favorite, Lords of Light. Rock on, right? But you know the old story, on come the Hawks and your youngest sister turns and says, "Something wrong with the jukebox?"




That in mind, how long would the UK last in a peer-to-peer firefight?  Asking for a friend. Maybe 24 hours, if that? Bets on. I'll lay a Guinea down UKLF, insomuch as it even exists today, folds. Your call, and money on the monkey.

Play Deep,

LSP

Friday, March 18, 2022

Seconds of Forever

 



In the first second of forever I saw a discarded mask, as if a broken fragment of a child's toy, an epitaph, resting on the tarmac.




In the second second of forever I saw a sign, a prophecy of things to come.




And in the third second I saw a plastic glove, discarded, thumbless in the sun.


Standing on the Runway,

LSP

Friday, March 22, 2019

Upside Down


The Russia probe's at an end, no indictments apparently. It has to hurt to be MSNBC. Don't say Maddow.

Your Pal,

LSP

Saturday, December 9, 2017

So Who Is Dave Brock?



Here at the Compound we're often asked, just who is Dave Brock? A second hand car salesman out of Monmouth, UK, or the weirdly bouffant head of Media Matters.








The other performed fraudulent charitable status and shills for the globalist, Illuminati, NWO elite as the head of a fake news organisation.




The one has long, greasy lanks and stripey flares and he's still alive, by some miracle beyond human understanding.




The other has a remarkable silver bouffe and a rainbow lover who tried to blackmail him. He's alive too, strangely.




And one had Lemmy, who isn't alive anymore but was awesome. RIP, Lemmy, you were great.




So who is Dave Brock?  Which Brock is the Psychedelic Warlord? You, the reader, be the judge.

Dik Mik forever,

LSP

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Lord of the Dance



Churches have to grow, it's a fact, and I'm grateful to Team LSP for coming up with some good suggestions that will help me achieve this goal at the Missions. 

Altar

Here's one: "I know this artist who paints as a form of worship, right up at the altar. At the end of the service, she has completed a masterpiece. You should invite her to train them to do altar paintings." Good idea!  

A Praise Band, "Getting it On." Note Dancer.

Here's another one: "We should get drums, fog machines, and hire a barista." I like it, but that's not all.

Oh Yeah.

"You need Liturgical Dance!" I think that goes without saying and I'll get right on it. So thank you, Team, for your help. Well done.



Rumors that Jay Z is some kind of Illuminati shill puppet for the NWO are just that, rumors.

God bless,

LSP