YELLOW SNOW RADIO (3) (Audio transcript)

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HOST : It’s another intervention from YSR, Yellow Snow Radio, folks, trying to bring you some truth before the next PR propaganda corporate-sponsored illuminati-inspired blizzard blows it over and away, so we lose track of who, what and why we are really here on this planet earth! Who’s been pissing on our territory and marking it for a new world un-natural order, a psychic-bodily dictatorship depleting our poor human souls to sound-bites on you-tube… is somebody trying to tell us we’re not alone in this universe? Is it just aliens spreading their toxic waste all over the place, convincing us we’re doomed to eternal servitude? is global warming merely a failure of good mental hygiene?

Broadcasting from beautiful downtown anytown anywhere in this globally digitalized diaspora in which everyone lives everywhere and nobody and nowhere ‘s not under satellite surveillance. The Big Sibling is watching, taking notes to check your social credit-rating which fluctuates with every trigger-warning, non-virtue signaling and political pock-mark! We could be personal non-grata in the blink of critically computerized eye-I-catching, so beware the bon-mot to some may be the mal-mot to others and malevolence is in the sweet Idahole of the beholder, no hole to benevolently hide away in gorging on our secret stash of bon-bons!!

Do I detect a little Spring in the air? just trying to keep my feet on the ground, trying to make sense of it all, my life and its’ relationship to this world, struggling to effect some coherent narrative to a satisfactory closure, if not of this world of my particular relationship to it! And I have a special guest here with me tonight, never met this guy before this afternoon, over coffee during a break in a lecture by a Psychic, a convention taking place even as I speak, just a few blocks away in the Hotel Duncan, today through the weekend, check it out, folks, some fascinating stuff! And he’s only going to be in town for the next few days, so I invited him to join me and he said “sure”, or some Welsh equivalent of…So here he is…Ex-journalist, history-professor, author of two books “Christianity and The Druids” and “The Illusion of Forgiveness”… But maybe I should let him introduce himself… Thomas…Tom Parry, folks, all the way from Wales in the UK….

TOM : I’d say that about sums me up. Though I did tell you I “wrote” two books, didn’t say they were both published. The first most definitely out-of-print, and deservedly so. The second didn’t get past me manuscript. But it’s not what you’ve done, right, it’s what you’re going to do now matters, don’t you think?

HOST : Depends what you did!

TOM : You die tomorrow, your whole life will have been an illusion.

HOST : You don’t think some people leave an indelible mark?

TOM : We’re all pissing in the snow. We’re all going to get blown away. You really think human-beings are any different than dinosaurs? The natural earth can take care of itself, but its’ nature’s surely designed to be flexible with its’ inhabitants. Why do you think so many otherwise intelligent people are dying to fly off into outer space? You learn to live without a body, immortality not only more plausible, damned inevitable! Do we define human-beings by their thoughts or by their bodies? If anything can live forever it will definitely be all in nobody’s mind.

HOST : Does that mean we need to do nothing, or we can do anything?

TOM : We only need to do what we’re doing now. It’s better to piss in the snow than take a shit on a marble-slab. Indelible marks? Maybe a few scars and stains. We just have to make sure we can live with what we do.

HOST : Let’s talk about The Druids. That’s what fascinated me.

TOM : Fascinates a lot of people. Usually people who aren’t happy with what they’re doing. Just don’t go thinking they were the good guys. or the bad guys. No better, no worse than we are.

HOST : But they were the victims of a genocide. A historical fact a lot of people don’t seem to know. I mean, most people, myself included, for a long time, kind of dismissed them as primitiuve pagans civilized by the Romans and Christianity. Willingly accepted that gospel truth.

TOM : We switch one dimension for another. You think all them poor buggers hauling great bricks around to build Stonehenge were student volunteers? Them pagans were as civilized and uncivilized as we are. Were they any more magicians and wizards than them fellas out in Silicone Valley, under the North Pole, on top of the Eiffel Tower for all I know…. The wizards have always been at work. Blinding the people with their magic. Apparent miracles, dwarfing the most obvious miraculous magic that you yourself are alive in the first place! Anybody who can make somebody else do something they don’t really want to do, there’s a magician for you! Especially if you don’t give a second thought to why the hell you’re doing it, just know it needs to be done…Cause somebody else, the hypnotists of the world, well, they've obviously got better things to do! People are sheep. I should know. Lots o’ sheep in Wales.

HOST : So how can we change this?

TOM : Are you a better person now than you were as a child? The one thing I learned from the Druids…And the Romans, the Christians, the Moslems and all the etcetras etcetra…. The only way to power is blood-sacrifice. Without blood-sacrifice, any so-called “Modern Druid”, just airy-fairy flower-worshippers!

HOST : You don’t think worshipping a flower is better than some graven - or digitalized image? At least a flower lives and dies.

TOM : So long as you accept that flower, no more no less than any graven image, doesn’t give rat’s ass if you live or die! Doesn’t matter how you make the blood spill… The more blood the merrier the magician!

HOST : But people are more likely to go off and fight for a graven imnage than a flower. Though you seem to be saying that’s good, cause there’s a lot of blood getting spilled either way?

TOM : Didn’t say it was good, I said it was powerful, Maybe if we want to talk to the dead we have to watch somebody die first. Are you looking for truth or power?

HOST : isn’t knowing the truth the most empowering thing there is?

TOM : Killing somebody is the most empowering thing there is. Knowing the truth is just knowing that somebody could kill you at any moment.

HOST : We can’t all go around killing each other. I’m confused. I’m not quite sure what you’re saying.

TOM : I’m saying if you meet a man - or woman - but for now let’s say a man - you meet a man and you feel you know that man has the power to make you do something you don’t want to do… That is either a man who has killed before and is prepared to kill again. You follow or you don’t follow that man at your peril.

HOST : So we’re either sheep or homicidal maniacs?

TOM : Led to the great Hollywood slaughter in virtual cyberspace! Packed houses of little lambkins safely watching somebody else do their dirty work for them. keeping the wolves at bay. You want to have your psyche fucked with, keep watching them movies!

HOST : Have you ever killed anybody?

TOM : I’ve never tried to convince anybody they need to follow me anywhere. have you?

HOST : have I ever killed anybody?

TOM : You can lie to me if you like. It won’t change my own truth one damn!

HOST : I’ve never killed anybody.

TOM : And you think that makes you a good person? To be powerless in this power-hungry world?

HOST : I wouldn’t say I was powerless.

TOM : But you don’t seem able to stop other people killing each other. You really think you can clean up all this yellow piss with words?

HOST : I can try. I can do my best.

TOM : And I’m sure all eternity will give you an E for effort! But in the eyes of this world, without any blood-sacrifice you’re just another piss-poor excuse for a born loser!

HOST : You think I should join the Marines?

TOM : Where’s the power in that? If you’re not deciding whose blood needs to be sacrificed…

HOST : So serial killers rule the world, I guess. I guess I could agree with that.

TOM : If you’re agreeing with me, I think you’re missing the point…

HOST : Maybe it’s a point I need you to clarify…maybe it makes more sense in Welsh?

TOM : I fear the power has gone from the Welsh language. Fit only for tourists and domestic disputes.

HOST : And do you find that sad?

TOM : Hardly tragic. Like mourning a natural death.

HOST : Or celebrating a sacrificial one?

TOM : A Druid by any other name would still be worshipping only stones.

HOST : The blood-spattered ones?

TOM : To give your life up to an earthwork…

HOST : I think you’ve lost me again…

TOM : To be lost and never found again is to be lost for good! Too many people thinking they’ve found truth that never belonged to them in the first place. The stones are always more sacred in somebody ele’s field.

HOST : So would you describe yourself as, say, a mystical atheist?

TOM : I’ve been described worse.

HOST : You’re a professor…You’re here to give a lecture or——

TOM : ——- I don’t profess much anymore. Truth be told, I was never much of a one for professing.

HOST : And you’re not a psychic?

TOM : I can only tell somebody’s future when they’re already past.

HOST : If it wasn’t the convention or the university that brought you to this particular place….

TOM : It could be anywhere, isn’t that what you said?

HOST : And where are you going next?

TOM : Somewhere else, no doubt.

HOST : I didn’t get the impression you were on vacation…

TOM : I specialize in vacancies.

HOST : And enigmas? Not blood-sacrifices, I hope…?

TOM : Hope is a fickle thing. It can wake you up fresh in the morning then send you back to bed at night in deep despair.

HOST : Do you think the Druids had a plan to rule the world?

TOM : I think the world has its’ own plan for itself. Magicians just jump into whatever is floating its’ boat. They can steer it this way and that, but in the end the tides of timelessness keep bringing it back to the same shores of nowhere in particular.

HOST : Psychics don’t just see into the future, you don’t believe in psychic healing?

TOM : I can believe in anything that doesn’t always come on cue. Lights up and suddenly all the darkness is gone? You’d never catch a wizard in a place like that.

HOST : The hotel? Or a Druid? They’d never be seen dead among the coffee and donuts?

TOM : They’d never be seen dead. They raise the spirits, they don’t become one. As soon as they stop drinking the blood, they shrivel up, turn to dust and return to the earth. You may feel something rising up from them through your shoe-leather, but they personally never come up for air again!

HOST : Do you think we’ve been brain-washed?

TOM : There’s an ancient saying among the most recently put-out-to-pasture : Can you force a silky sow not to listen with pursed piggy ears! Brain-washed, eye-washed, mouth-washed, hands, feet, legs and bumps-a-daisy! We’re all in the hokey-cokey sunshine of somebody else’s visionings. “The Best Years of Our Lives”. I believe it was the first filum I ever saw , all black and white, one rainy Sunday afternoon on the tele’. There are heroes and cowards, villains and bankers who can loan you all your dreams come true and keep you indebted for all eternity. There are wars that must be fought, sacrifices that must be made, suffering that must be endured and wealthy men who can ease your pain at a fear-filled price. And what more do we need to know about this world of richest and poorest. I do believe it won an Oscar. As did the fella’ who played the banker. Not so the fellas playin’ the maimed and wounded conflicted fellas. And it was a lesson I took to heart and deeply ingested at six years’ old. And if you think that wasn’t a laundering of my brain, I think you have much to uncover about detergent!

HOST : Hollywood and TV, the greatest propaganda tools ever invented.

TOM : The magic wands that pierce the veil of time and space. The Druids made ‘em out of holly wood, the wood of the holly!

HOST : I didn’t know that.

TOM : What the mind doesn’t know, the heart will never have the choice to grieve over. The high-priest producers of phantom dreams and nightmares. Or in the case of Hollywood, more likely the rabbis and Pharisees.. The magic of usury and sodomy!

HOST : Sodomy?

TOM : The willful pleasures of the non-procreative. I know them well.

HOST : You do?

TOM : Well, that would be telling… I am a heathen by nature, an anti-Christ by profession and a Luciferian by initiation.

HOST : That’s a hell of a thing to say!

TOM : It’s a hell of a thing to practice. We’ll all finish up in Jerusalem one way or another.

HOST : I don’t know whether to believe you or not.

TOM : You think Satan gives a rat’s fart what you believe? You think God’s taking care of all his “chillun’”? Maybe you need to wake up and smell the sulphur. Inhale the aroma of true illumination. Blood-sacrifice and slavery, there’s no end to it but death of the will. All nature’s laws broken into a trillion dollar billions of cyber-power! And intimations of immortality on you-tube! You just keep talking, it’ll take your mind off it. As if innocence could rule over anything, least of all its’ own experience. To know the truth is to experience it at its’ bloodiest. Total war! And let the best Lord win! Triumph of the will! The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Humanity’s apparent indifference to its’ own fate will be its’ undoing, abject surrender to any love that dares to speak it’s name and act according to its’ will…

HOST : Satan’s law..

TOM : A devil by any other name may well be the angel we’ve been looking for. It’s all about getting the job done, One way or another. You think your job’s done, retire into your own Florida of the mind with nobody to blame but yourself should it turn into a nightmare. And now a word from your sponsor? Not for Christ’s sake, for its’ own sake. To live without fear of the wrath of God, because in fact you are the wrath of God, fearlessly inflicted on a degraded humanity that cowers behind its’ loss of innocence! (pause) But now I’ll leave you to your own pieces. Things to do, time to travel, space to transcend, wars to win. I think maybe you’re on the wrong side of history, bach, too many alternating currents in your world…

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HOST : I think I need a laxative. Or drowned myself in chocolate while watching a re-run of The Da Vinci Code.. He reminded me of Tom Hanks. Come to think of it a lot of people remind me of Tom Hanks. I wonder how often Tom Hanks is reminded of Tom Hanks? To be a bigger memory than your own self must be a burden on your imagination of anybody else… (pause) Did I say that? I just said that. No idea what it means. Sometimes my mind seems to have a mind of its’ own. An enigma even to itself. We may know who said it, but will we ever know who really dunnit? Or why? Isn’t that the question that stumped the computer? I’ll leave that to your imagination. This is YSR, Yellow Snow Radio, wishing you un-desperate dreams! No nightmares in fairy-land? Was that a question or a statement of hope? How many beens finally make gone?

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