Curioser and Curioser, Quoth the Oddberg

No use taking evasive action now; so as the tip of the oddberg (aka the weirdberg) looms over us, let us take a moment to kill the engines and drift towards it in wide-eyed appreciation.

“Curioser and curioser!” said Alice in Wonderland, quite forgetting to use proper English in her surprise. Lewis Carroll knew the power of strangeness to surpass language: the more words fail to describe it, the more irrational it becomes and the more we are impelled to it.

Strange is really only a perspective, not an absolute, and as such is an integral part the Narrative. Strange has been used since the dawn of time for healing and learning (shamanic techniques) and also to spice up the historic narrative. All mythologies abound in strangeness and weirdity from our point of view, which is why we call them myths.

As we drift closer to the oddberg (or is it moving towards us?) we are seeing all sorts of strangeness and not all of it is bona fide. Since the weirdity factor is just a matter of perspective, it can be used as a weapon of mass distraction against a slave populace that has been kept in the dark for so long that any light will blind us. And it probably will be, when the hairy mojo starts looking like cousin Itt on crack.

Cousin Itt and Hairy Mojo

As many have realized clearly with the Osama Bin Sleepin’ with the fishes caper, it’s all about the narrative now, regardless of credibility, logic or common sense. And that’s exactly what makes weirdness our best ally in the ongoing and titanic struggle between their narrative and ours. As I’ve mentioned before, there is no happy ending for us in their narrative: after war, famine and disease, the surviving slaves will be herded to the camps to serve the elite. Curtain drop.

Our narrative is still in the making, and is not the result of centuries of conspiration but of dealing with the changes brought on by forces known and unknown. This makes it flexible enough to withstand weirdness without falling apart at the seams, unlike the official narrative which is hard and rigid and tends to resist the gales of strangeness. I picture our narrative like vines growing fast and diverse around the trunk of the official narrative… when the storm strikes, the official narrative may be uprooted while the vines just bend, readjust and keep growing.

where narratives come to die...

Said simply: their narrative is a pre-written script that is not open to REAL weirdness, the truly unexpected, unscripted type of strangeness that is not part of their game. When the going gets weird, all we get from the official narrative is silence or damage control. When it starts getting really weird, the cracks begin to appear. That’s when things start to get interesting.

Now, I’m in no position to determine the bona fidelity of strange happenings; I just take what suits my narrative best based on intuition and worldview, a single tendril growing from the vine. Of all the strangeness that I’ve come across recently populating the web, only a couple of items have lingered in my mind as being imbued with the spirit of true weirdity.

One of them has to do with news anchors suddenly losing the ability to speak coherently during live broadcasts, as picked up by SOTT. This trend was forecast in ALTA reports as being due to interference with brainwave patterns by some type of unknown energy, more noticeable in the case of TV anchors due to being watched live by many people when these phenomena occur. Whether this is caused by unknown energies or not is beside the point… the point is that these linguistic breakdowns ARE happening, and the official narrative can do nothing more than ignore them and hope they go away. Our narrative, on the other hand, has not only identified the trend but put forth a working hypothesis to explain it. Accurate or not, at least the issue itself is not being studiously ignored. Having nothing to hide, our narrative can face weirdness with an open mind and not rely only on fear and ignorance to cope with it.

Now, the fact that the energies that may or may not be causing the speech cases above are “unknown” does not necessarily mean they are unknown to Man, just that they’re unknown to the mass of humanity. Meaning we may not need to look further than some practical application of the years of defense research on non-lethal electromagnetic crowd control technologies. True conspiranoiacs would suggest we need look no further than our wifi routers and cellphones, but for our intents and purposes here suffice it to say that, weird as it may seem to us, it may not be that way from everyone’s perspective.

Which leads me to the second example of just plain bizarre, the clip that actually provoked this post due to its pure freaky WTF impact. Suffice it to say that even if it were conclusively proven to be fake, I would still remain bemused as to its meaning. If what the images show actually DID happen, I’d like to know how that dude is doing right now. Has he become some sort of Phenomenon prodigy? Maybe speaking in tongues? Has he dared to venture out in the rain since that night?

I’ve watched it carefully a few times and compared it to other images of people and stuff hit by lightning, especially regarding the scorch marks on the pavement. It would appear that the intensity of the scorch mark is inversely proportional to the lethality of the event, meaning if you get hit by lightning and it leaves no burn mark, you’re most likely dead. The large and visible marks in the video may explain how this exceptionally fortunate / unfortunate person manages to walk away, mostly because the brunt of the impact was to the ground, not to his body. Even so: once maybe, but TWICE in five paces? What exactly does it MEAN?

If these two examples aren’t the best reasons for a tinfoil hat that I’ve seen of late, may I lose my ability to enunciate and be struck a glancing blow from above. Bet, er, say ffff dan sorely. Ho kcuf!

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One thought on “Curioser and Curioser, Quoth the Oddberg

  1. ‘Monotony is the mind killer’- Mason (one of the grim reapers from the sitcom,
    “Dead like Me”

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