Pokemon Go.

[RedFox]

Ah my bad I'd been hearing from people that a Pokemon incident had shut down a highway and a search youtube produced similar videos to the one I shared.

 

[Eboard10]

Ah my bad I'd been hearing from people that a Pokemon incident had shut down a highway and a search youtube produced similar videos to the one I shared.

No worries, I believed the same when I first saw it. It's easy to mistake it for a Pokemon Go gathering when you see so many similar videos where large groups will just storm a park, stop in the middle of a street or even fall into water while staring at their phone looking for virtual codes on their screens.

 

[Chu]

Pokemon Go reminds me of the creepy emotional attachment people had in Japan to a virtual singer. If these things aren't an experiment on people (and succeeding at that), I don't know what is.

Very interesting discussion, and creepy that things have gotten this far, while it might just be the continuation/beginning or another small "sign of the times". But what amazes me most is to see some forum members come up with narratives in order to justify falling for this obvious trap and being "food for the moon", and happily so. This one wins the prize, I think:

For myself it's just something fun to do while I walk the dog and encourages more dog-walking which in turn translates into sleepy puppy and me getting more work done at home. It's definitely an exercise for your awareness, at least the way I play. You can't walk around NYC staring at your phone, you'll hit someone, get hit by a car or biker or worse... so you have to pay attention.

 

[dugdeep]

Pokemon Go hoard shuts down a highway

This was actually a Black Lives Matter protest in Oakland that was mistaken for a Pokemon Go gathering.

_https://www.buzzfeed.com/krishrach/people-keep-mistaking-this-footage-of-a-black-lives-matter-p?utm_term=.juXeWK1929#.yfAJy29bRb

I was gonna say - seems unusual that Pokemon Go players would carry signs and light off flare guns...

 

[JEEP]

EMF Effects of Driving an Electric Car A Video Diary
Published on Jul 10, 2016

https://youtu.be/CtLNhZE3EQ0

This is a video diary I kept during my 6-day EMF exposure in my electric car, the 2016 Kia Soul EV+. Originally, I had planned to drive the electric vehicle 10 days, but had to cut it shorter since symptoms were very obvious and my my health was deteriorating.

The first signs of EMF sensitivity were headaches and hot, swollen, tingling feet.

As you can tell, my trouble concentrating and finding words increased over the course of just 6 days driving the car! A massive change to the worse happened after the day I drove about 90 miles mostly freeway.

I recently finished reading this book:

Dr. Milham was an epidemiologist and one of the many discoveries he made re dirty electiricity and EMF was that even the radial tires on our cars can create these fields. He attempted to bring attention to this, but like many other attempts he made re his discoveries, he and his studies were ignored. A good link re his book:

_http://www.electricsense.com/5229/dirty-electricity-electrification-and-the-diseases-of-civilization/

This website link has other topics including smart meters. That link references this book -

- that has sections on:

4) Emphasis on electric and hybrid cars adding to the cumulative effect so that more and more people are becoming increasingly EHS. Relaying that the people who are debilitated have a history of driving one for approximately 1-1 1/2 years p. 206-207.
5) Driverless cars, especially now that they are being tested here in the State of Nevada and saying they are only 5 years away, the smart meters that they will be communicating with will be a load humanity will not be able to survive p. 207.

Columbus, OH has recently been selected as the winner of $40 million in Smart Cities grants from the U.S. Department of Transportation, and an additional $10 million from Microsoft cofounder Paul Allen's Vulcan Inc. Local businesses in Ohio have pledged another $90 million in funding for the city. Other partners will also chip in money and technology to help the city, including Amazon (AMZN, Tech30), Alphabet (GOOGL, Tech30) and MobileEye. See: _http://money.cnn.com/2016/06/23/technology/columbus-smart-cities/

Based on the health info previously referenced, this doesn't bode well for residents - or probably any living thing in the toxic EMF envirionment that will be polluted to the max w/ the implementation of this technology. Plus, you know w/ that level of big bucks in play, health impacts will be ignored until it gets so bad that they can't be ignored - too late by then. Lives and the environment destroyed just for the novelty of driverless cars/buses?!!

"We have a real opportunity to change the lives of the people in Columbus," said Mayor Andrew Ginther. "This will make a difference in our ability to help our residents with ladders of mobility who need them most."

Columbus's plan emphasized electric and autonomous transit, and focused on improvements that would have a positive impact on lower-income neighborhoods.

So the Smart City concept is really all about helping the poor improve their lot in life - and if you believe that . . . !

 

[Laura]

Pokemon Go reminds me of the creepy emotional attachment people had in Japan to a virtual singer. If these things aren't an experiment on people (and succeeding at that), I don't know what is.

Very interesting discussion, and creepy that things have gotten this far, while it might just be the continuation/beginning or another small "sign of the times". But what amazes me most is to see some forum members come up with narratives in order to justify falling for this obvious trap and being "food for the moon", and happily so. This one wins the prize, I think:

For myself it's just something fun to do while I walk the dog and encourages more dog-walking which in turn translates into sleepy puppy and me getting more work done at home. It's definitely an exercise for your awareness, at least the way I play. You can't walk around NYC staring at your phone, you'll hit someone, get hit by a car or biker or worse... so you have to pay attention.

If thinking that trying to stay aware enough to avoid stepping in a hole or getting hit by a car is an "exercise of awareness", I just don't know what to say.

Perhaps now would be a good time to re-read the passage from "The Active Side of Infinity" by Castaneda about the Flyers, the Predator's Mind.

«Ah, that’s the universe at large, ‘ he said, ‘incommensurable, nonlinear, outside the realm of syntax. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were the first ones to see those fleeting shadows, so they followed them around. They saw them as you’re seeing them, and they saw them as energy that flows in the universe. And they did discover something transcendental. They discovered that we have a companion for life… We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don’t do so. You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico. »

« ‘Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you’re describing, Don Juan?’, I asked. ‘There must be a logical explanation. »

« ‘There is an explanation,’ Don Juan replied, ‘which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops. Therefore, their food is always available to them. »

I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part.

« ‘No, no, no, no,’ I heard myself saying. ‘This is absurd, don Juan. What you’re saying is something monstrous. It simply can’t be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone. »

« ‘Why not?’ don Juan asked calmly. ‘Why not? Because it infuriates you?’

« ‘Yes, it infuriates me,’ I retorted. ‘Those claims are monstrous! »

« ‘I want to appeal to your analytical mind, ‘ don Juan said. ‘Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal. »

« ‘But how can they do this, don Juan?’ I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. ‘Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep? »

« ‘No, they don’t do it that way. That’s idiotic!’ don Juan said, smiling. ‘They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuver – stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind.
The predators’ mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now. »

Don Juan continues: « ‘I know that even though you have never suffered hunger… you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuver is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear.' »

It’s not that I can’t accept all this at face value, don Juan, » I said. « I could, but there’s something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand.

« If it’s true that they eat us, how do they do it? » Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy.

He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely.

As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator. He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught.

By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns.

There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach. After a moment’s pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, « But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don’t do anything about it? »

« There’s nothing that you and I can do about it, » don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. « All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us. How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They’ll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you- and not so much because they don’t believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators’ existence. »

My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously? Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever....

Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. « The sorcerers of ancient Mexico, » he said, « saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. »

I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn’t there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favourite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.

« What are you saying, don Juan? » I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe. « What I’m saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He’s an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic. »...

« This predator, » don Juan said, « which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it’s so horrific that we don’t want to think about it. « Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent.

« But by discipline I don’t mean harsh routines. I don’t mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you’re blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe. »

« In what way would the sorcerers’ discipline be a deterrent to the flyers? » I asked. Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said, « Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. « The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don’t have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.

« If the predators don’t eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.

« The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous manoeuvers of perception become a matter of course. The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times, » don Juan continued, « was to burden the flyers’ mind with discipline.

« Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers’ mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this manoeuver the total certainty of the mind’s foreign origin. The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers’ mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.

« That’s the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There’s no one to tell you what to do. There’s no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you’re accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples, » don Juan continued, « that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer’s life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation. »

I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamoured for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, « What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers’ mind? »

« Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end, » he replied. « So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation. » I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, « Don Juan, don Juan, you’re incorrigible! »

Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, « I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers’ mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate. »

He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, « The flyers’ mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers’ mind flees in defeat. And that’s exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together. »

I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background. Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. « You are fearing the wrath of God, aren’t you? » he said. « Rest assured, that’s not your fear. It’s the flyers’ fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I’m telling you. »

His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it. « Don’t worry, » don Juan said calmly. « I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer’s mind has no concentration whatsoever. » After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism.

This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair. « I don’t know which way to turn, don Juan, » I said. « Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost. » Don Juan said, « You’re being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities. And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might.

« The sorcerers’ revolution, » he continued, « is that they refuse to honour agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that’s the end of the story. »

Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. « We have been sitting here for hours. It’s time to go into the house. I’m going to eat. Do you want to eat with me? » I declined. My stomach was in an uproar. « I think you’d better go to sleep, » he said. « The blitz has devastated you. » I didn’t need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.

At home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn’t have the self as its focal point.

My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn’t find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan’s line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable.

The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves. The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before.

I attributed my reaction to don Juan’s influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.

The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn’t find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.

The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, « I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can’t. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators. » « Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see, » don Juan said with a smile.

I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.

« The flyers’ mind has not left you, » don Juan said. « It has been seriously injured. It’s trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers’ mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.

« You see, the flyers’ mind has no competitors, » don Juan continued. « When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you’ve done something of worth. The flyers’ mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, ‘Yes, of course, it is nonsense,’ you will say. That’s the way they overcome us.

« The flyers are an essential part of the universe, » he went on, « and they must be taken as what they really are- awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe, » he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, « and it’s because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.

« The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue. » I wanted don Juan to say more. But he said only, « The blitz ended the last time you were here. There’s only so much to be said about the flyers. » »

 

[monotonic]

... « You see, the flyers’ mind has no competitors, » don Juan continued. « When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you’ve done something of worth. The flyers’ mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, ‘Yes, of course, it is nonsense,’ you will say. That’s the way they overcome us. ...

I can agree with this from self-observation. Thinking something and then immediately agreeing with what you thought. It becomes so automatic that you do it all the time without even realizing it. In fact, if you're reading a book, you can read every line and then "agree" with it and that will give you the illusion that you're reading the book when in fact you aren't understanding anything at all.

The alternative is constant awareness of the disconnect between what you think or what you perceive and what is reality. That you can only assign probability to everything. Someone who suffers from this disease has no mechanisms for dealing with the simple fact that you can't know anything for 100% certainty. Like a perfectly healthy person on life support with a feeding tube... When they step into reality, they are defenseless, incapable and completely terrified.

 

[luc]

Well, I was in a city on Sunday and saw the Pokemon craze for the first time in real life - initially, I was so shocked I didn't realize what's going on! It's really spooky, tons of people walking around like zombies...

I mean, so many people today are addicted to all kinds of technology, like in a good dystopian science fiction novel. But at least, this technology is useful in a sense, although it is abused by most. But THIS is just so ridiculous and imbecile! No dystopian writer would have come up with that I guess!

 

[Siberia]

This Pokemon thing reminds me of this oldest session:

Q: (L) Bob Lazar[5] referred to the fact that aliens supposedly refer to humans as containers. What does this mean?
A: Later use.
Q: (L) Use by who? How many:
A: 94 per cent.
Q: (L) 94 per cent of what?
A: Of all population.
Q: (L) What do you mean?
A: All are containers; 94 per cent use.
Q: I don't understand.
A: Will be used. 94 percent.
Q: (L) Used for what? You mean eaten?
A: Total consumption.

The C's not necessarily referred to this new craze and the like, but symbolically speaking, it does look like quite a lot of human brains are being "consumed by the aliens" now. And humans themselves act more like "containers" than reasonable beings.

 

[bjorb]

[quote author= luc]Well, I was in a city on Sunday and saw the Pokemon craze for the first time in real life - initially, I was so shocked I didn't realize what's going on! It's really spooky, tons of people walking around like zombies...

I mean, so many people today are addicted to all kinds of technology, like in a good dystopian science fiction novel. But at least, this technology is useful in a sense, although it is abused by most. But THIS is just so ridiculous and imbecile! No dystopian writer would have come up with that I guess![/quote]

Controlling society through high-tech means apparently happens voluntary. People don't resists because they are far to busy pretending to be pokemon-trainers. But we haven't seen nothing yet. Just a matter of time before we see elfs, wizards, space cowboys and God knows what else running around in the open. Augmented fantasy will enslave us all.

I also never could have seen this coming. I know that computer-games have a bad influence. I just never expected that it could make humanity that stupid. Ofcourse there is also a lot of beaming going on, also through their smartphones. This madness doesn't happen all within their free-will. OSIT.

 

[Woodsman]

It's now becoming a 'normal' state of affairs when I head through town to see a half dozen people engaged in this soul-milking exercise.

"Oh. It's just some zombie people feeding the machine. Walk around them."

It's amazing how quickly the weirdest damned sci-fi novel stuff becomes background noise.

It's not everybody, though. I suppose after an initial spike of curiosity and adjustment, those for whom this program fits will be sorted from those who are better suited to some other program.

I think basic Texting and phone addiction is still the main conduit of energy bleeding. 90+ % of people are connected in this manner.

It's like a stand of maple trees on a sap farm. -Modern farms don't use buckets anymore; if you ever visit one, you'll be presented with sights like these...

The term, "Blue Tooth" suddenly jumped to mind with new meaning.

"As above, so below"

 

[Cleo]

hmm the pictures of the sap farm are pretty creepy..does make you think.

I noticed in the paper today something about a Pokemon Go Pubcrawl With all the unnerving stuff that has come out about this game…it's disturbing to think that people will be out playing this game while possibly intoxicated, and that it might become a regular accepted thing. More reason to be that much more careful when out driving.

In the paper they also seem to be making light of bringing a designated driver who also doubles as a sober walker..to make sure the gamers safely navigate the area.

 

[Pierre]

The launch of Pokemon Go in France was delayed because of the Nice event. Only one day after its introduction (Sunday 24th), an incident has already happened with a 22 y.o. driver who caught the attention of the police because he was driving recklessly (zigzagging and conducting dangerous overtakes). He finally crashed into a wall. He's not injured but he might lose up to 6 points out of his driver license.

Source (in French)

 

[sbeaudry]

It's now becoming a 'normal' state of affairs when I head through town to see a half dozen people engaged in this soul-milking exercise.

"Oh. It's just some zombie people feeding the machine. Walk around them."

It's amazing how quickly the weirdest damned sci-fi novel stuff becomes background noise.

It's not everybody, though. I suppose after an initial spike of curiosity and adjustment, those for whom this program fits will be sorted from those who are better suited to some other program.

I think basic Texting and phone addiction is still the main conduit of energy bleeding. 90+ % of people are connected in this manner.

It's like a stand of maple trees on a sap farm. -Modern farms don't use buckets anymore; if you ever visit one, you'll be presented with sights like these...

The term, "Blue Tooth" suddenly jumped to mind with new meaning.

"As above, so below"

That IS creepy. Blue tooth, indeed. Reminds me of the movie Branded. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRiuZIuwxnQ The brands influence decisions and seem to suck the life out of people. It was an interesting film. Creepy though. Makes me wonder where my hoses are. If I could see them I'd probably freak out. Ah!

 

[Mr.Cyan]

The game arrived in Hong Kong 2 days ago - and people have already been flocking to public places looking for these "creatures"....I was even in an elevator today, where a mother today was complaining to her young son, that the bruise on her leg was because some random guy bumped into her while playing the game....sigh! I guess the ptb's final stages of "zombification" are now almost complete...

some pics of the Pokémon crowd are in the link below:

Hong Kong goes predictably Pokemon Go crazy, and businesses try to cash in

http://www.scmp.com/culture/arts-entertainment/article/1995454/hong-kong-goes-predictably-pokemon-go-crazy-and

Crowds of smartphone-wielding game players throng city parks late into the night, and shop, bars and hotels use various means to draw them; players outside urban area driven bats by poor choice of Pokémon.

The augmented reality game Pokemon Go was launched in Hong Kong only two days ago and it’s already caught fire.

Large groups of phone-wielding zombies have flooded parks and public spaces even late into the night, sparking the concerns of the police force. Construction sites have put up posters warning gamers not to enter and employees not to play while working. And this being Hong Kong, retailers and shopping malls have been quick to try to cash in on the game.