The Noxsoma Chronicles [0099]
12-28-2025 … Day 23679 (Sunday Funding Day)
The stuff that I really believe in – I do. I live it authentically every day. I don’t have to pretend. I believe in a strong vessel and every day I work towards making it stronger. I believe in making do with the least possible. And that’s how I roll.
End of revelation. It was really a reminder. Not a testimonial.
True transmissions. These things come in bursts.
Has any “authority” figure ever said to you, “that is not helpful”?
I’ve gotten it more than once. I know why too. Sarcasm and a warped sense of humor and impending doom radiate from within. Gallows humor. Is there a word for that? After a quick check we find that there is no “single word” per se. However, we can always count on the Germans to fuse two words into a single word “Galgenhumor” – which literally means “Gallows humor.”
Ever since I was a kid I had this profound sense of doom. I didn’t know this word at the time – but I was always thinking that something devastating was going to happen. I guess it was the times.
I never heard about “duck-n-cover” and fallout shelters until adult life. I suppose – in hindsight – that the authorities at my inner-city public school either … 1 – stopped doing duck-n-cover before I got there. 2 – knew it was bullshit. Or 3 – figured that we were expendable. Anyway – innate sense of doom notwithstanding, my parents never clued me in. There were never talks about the Cuban Missile Crisis, the assassination of Kennedy or anything like that. Guess that’s why they were called the “Silent Generation.”
We had fire drills at the school. Looking back, I can see how not only “crazy” – but how insane the school was.
Maybe the sense of doom came “from” school. Maybe it was just injected into me by the times – When America was “Great.”
Your boy did his “time” in the military. Time in service to the state can be sentenced or voluntary. Either way, sound cues are used the same way. It took a very long time before someone pointed out that the public school system is very much like the prison system. But what We’re getting at here are the buzzing sound cues. Buzz-buzz “recess.” Buzz-buzz – end of recess. One long Buzz. Lunch. Another long buzz… End of the school day … etc. Bells work the same way. As do bugles. Live or recorded.
Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz.
Six buzzes. I will never forget it. Although I might not remember it accurately. They called it a “Retention Drill.” I’m in second or third grade. It’s the neighborhood school. We all walked to school. Never any school busses lined up along the streets. We were all neighborhood kids. We knew more or less where everybody lived.
I didn’t know what “retention” meant at the time. I know now, or at least suspect that it was some bullshit word used to “not” tell us what was really happening. Or maybe they expected us kids to know. Anyway – it was like a fire drill, but we didn’t go outside. We went into the basement. I don’t remember being afraid. Just going along with the herd.
The basement was where the boilers were. The school was built in 1913! [I just found that out via a quick search.] There were big piles of coal in the boiler room. The stuff Santa puts in bad kids’ stockings. It was very smooth and shiny. I put a pebble in my pocket. There were those black & yellow signs that indicated that this was a fallout shelter. I didn’t know what those signs said or what those symbols meant.
The “Retention Drill” was our school’s version of “duck-n-cover.” It only happened once. That I remember. Your boy was clueless and fascinated. But one of my classmates was terrified. She was in tears. I could not figure out why. I couldn’t figure it out for decades! And maybe I am not correct even today. However, putting the pieces together – I think, she thought that we were going to be nuked!
In second grade I didn’t know anything about anything. What were we learning? To draw letters or something. Maybe we were reading – “My Little Blue Story Book?” “See Flip run.” Maybe count ones, tens, hundreds? There were four boys in my class named Kevin. Nobody’s name sounded funny. There was a kid that didn’t have to stand up for the “Pledge of Allegiance.” There was a bald girl in the class. She wore a wig. Someone snatched it off of her head and it went flying around the room, like it was a hat. I don’t even remember how that event ended. The kid that didn’t stand up wasn’t American. He may have been Cuban, or Italian. I still remember his name. Or so I think.
Shadows of the ‘hood forged a coping mechanism protected by “galgenhumor.” Somewhere in the Trinity of Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor and George Carlin … and the pessimistic Lilliputian cartoon character named “Glum” -- [“We’re all dooomed!”] -- we developed this humorous shield of apathy that is not helpful to the sheeple, but works just fine for Us.
There are two things that the Good Shepherd and the herd have in common. They don’t know what they will do without each other. And the other thing is … Ummm? – You tell me.
Against a backdrop of Gang War – Cold War – “War on Drugs” – “War on Poverty” -- “Crack Life” – “Nine Eleven War on Terrorism” – “Psy-op 19” and the Twenty-first Century War on Humanity – Your Humble Vagabond is still standing. Every day. A witness to the events of two centuries and indeed Two Millennia and possibly two ages depending on where you drop the needle marking the crossover from the Age of Pisces to that of Aquarius.
We’re not mad, angry or salty about the past. Somewhere along the path We -- [The Trinity] -- accepted that We are here … on this realm, at this place, in this time, for a reason. We accepted the Mission. We have always been – even in that school building that was built before war broke out in Europe -- [as usual] – in the exact place in time – [the eternal now] – that We were meant to be in. Plus – We have been given the “spiritual” skills and directed toward the material-physical skills that We need to complete this mission. We have been sent messengers to guide Us, build and even save our ass from time to time … as We have been sent to do the same for others.
Sometimes – (this has happened more than once) – the smallest forgettable -- [to you] – quip, can boost a person to their next level.
“I remember you told me …,” people have said to me, years removed. [You probably get this too.] “And it changed my life.”
Fin.
You Didn’t Miss Anything
By the way – Especially for our “regular readers.” If you slog through these transmissions daily and think you “missed” Saturday [27 December 25]. You didn’t miss anything. We got really into making another episode and didn't post a Transmission blog. We woke up a dormant Rumble Channel “Plandemic Retrospective 2020.” Ask me and I will tell you about it. Maybe I’ll tell you about it anyway. But you didn’t miss anything. And thank you for subscribing and following as well.
So here’s what happened yesterday on the Warrior’s Path
We – the vessel and the ankle – felt strong enough to walk the mile and a quarter to the monkey bars for a “light” workout. We had a strong session on Friday, but the weather was so beautiful and the ankle was less achy, we decided to make the journey. We don't usually train two days in a row.
Quite successful. We did a lot of leg work. Mostly just bending at the knees.
Whoa! We walked back home and passed out. Then got wrapped up in editing and crafting another episode of our series.
That’s the name of that tune. Sore today but we made another walk – 3 to 4 miles round trip. Despite sore -- [the good kind] -- upper thighs. Front and back. Scavenger hunting is what I call it. Also an Urban Expedition. Out there in the mix searching for some post-Holiday bargains. Slim pickin's. The supply chain is lagging again down here. Anyway...
We are up to date.
Okay – One more drop.
Can you imagine being a bit of a hermit and imagining that there are about a thousand humans across the USA, maybe Canada and some English reading countries here and there, that look forward to reading your “diaries” every day – just so they know you’re not dead?
We may have to delve into that a bit deeper in the future. I should start writing tomorrow’s blog tonight. It will be Transmission number 100 – more or less. Ha ha.
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A sense of humor is one of the most underrated of our seven senses. Heck, it’s not even on the list. Part of what was stolen on September 11th 2001 was was this sense. Remember signs in airport lines that essentially banned laughing and joking in line under penalty of a full cavity search? (Attempting to sneak some humor onto the aircraft.) No shoes. No water. No shampoo. No jokes. And we are going to nuke you and have a peek at your “naughty bits” before you board. “For your safety and the safety of others, please refrain from laughing in line.”
My shadow is even funnier than my lighter side - There was a guy called Dave Berg. He was an artist for Mad Magazine. He did a piece called “The Lighter Side…” How about the “Lighter Side of Counter Terrorism”?
“Not helpful.” I get that a lot.
If you are going to do your “Shadow Work” at least make it funny.
“Humanity is doomed and I don’t care. My master’s been vaporized.”
Staying alive is an act of rebellion…. And laughing at it.
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Let’s do the numbers.
Today’s Score (12-28-2025) – 2 days
BC … 170
Rum… 29
Ody….. 6
This Month So Far (12-28-25)
BC …… 3295
Rum …...639
Ody……. 274
Month to Date … 4208
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