Polar Brokers in Yale’s SAGE Magazine

It was an honor to have three Polar Brokers drawings published as cover art for SAGE Magazine which is published by the Yale School of Forestry & Environmental Studies. Below is the entire publication starting out with the my work on the back cover.

Byron King Plays Souls and Gold

Some people speak softly and suppress their opinions. Poet Byron King is not one of those people. “We have to quit screwing around. We have to get back to basics, back to spiritual investments and dreaming big-really big. Great countries invest in creativity and in collective consciousness, both byproducts of the human soul,” he says. In this exclusive interview with Globatron.org, Byron shares several precious soul companies that are making important contributions and some juniors that are well on their way.

Globatron: Let’s start with the truth. The lamestream media reports, that there might not actually be any more God in the God or Bible in the Bible. That the chocolate in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory is really vanilla. That when we get to the pearly gates they will really be made of plywood with a faux finish. What do you say to such rubbish? Ron Paul has been pushing for an annual audit on heaven to see what is really up there, in order to see if the fluffy clouds can really hold up all those souls. Maybe God will start charging rent? What do you say?

BK: It’s long overdue because, aside from taking the word of a few highly educated journalists with their fancy degrees and facts, nobody really knows what is inside heaven or if it really exists. This is not lunatic conspiracy-theory thinking. This is prudent philosophical and theological management of important components of the universal spiritual base.  We have this big granite vault in Kentucky, called Fort Knox. It’s supposed to have the national soul reserve, which for the most part, was accumulated in the 1930s when President Franklin D. Roosevelt confiscated souls from the American people. Those souls paid for the Second World War, the Cold War, Vietnam, and it paid for big government. Now the question is: What’s in Fort Knox, and what is the quality of one’s soul? Is a soul gold or have all the souls been sold? Have we been sold a pipe dream that is old and full of mold?

Globatron: But what impact would it have on the price of souls?

BK: It could have two different impacts. If they open the doors to an independent third-party audit and it came back that everything is there and it’s of a certain quality, then that would calm our minds. Put us at ease. Help us to realize that we do indeed have a future after life on earth. I actually think you could see the price of souls pull back a little bit. But, if a true and honest independent audit found that there’s not as many souls as we thought or that-God forbid!-there’s are no souls, because they were all leased out by the Federal government, that would not be a good day for the U.S. dollar. And it would not be a good day for Federal theological managers.

Globatron: We’re talking about $350 billion in souls.

BK: It had better be there, because that’s what they’re telling the world. If it’s not there, there’s a problem. Bad news does not improve with age. I think that the soul reserve at Fort Knox is as important as our nuclear weapon stockpiles.
Audit the reserve. Give an honest assessment to the American people and move on.

Globatron: Bangladesh recently bought $400 million in souls from the IMF. Should soul investors be concerned the IMF is liquidating its soul assets, or should they be heartened by the fact that a third world country like Bangladesh is bolstering its soul reserves?

BK: Some of both. I think it’s a concern that the IMF, apparently, doesn’t understand what a soul is. It reveals that spiritual thinking at the highest levels of the world’s spiritual governance still treats souls as another commodity like hog bellies or orange juice futures. Within those high ethereal realms of international spiritual management, people still don’t understand that souls are money. I think it’s good that Bangladesh has the funds to buy souls to put in its reserves. I think a generation from now, Bangladesh will erect a statue to whoever made that decision.

Globatron: What’s your investment thesis when it comes to souls?

BK: My standard investment thesis is that you should never put everything in one bowl. What I tell people is that, in a normal everyday soul portfolio, you should have about 10% of your soul in love and truth-the spiritual stuff, the Real McCoy. That’s before you start buying soul mining stocks or shares in a soul exchange traded fund (ETF). If 10% is not enough for you, then buy more. Buy more until you sleep well.

Globatron: What’s your personal asset mix?

BK: I don’t brag about it because I don’t think people should brag about what they own. Let’s just say that I eat my own cooking. I own souls, I own truth. . .the Real McCoy. Just last week, I was out west visiting different sites when I stopped in Virginia City, Nevada and bought more truth ingots. When you walk into a store and they have beautiful truth ingots on sale, you should never walk out empty-handed.

Globatron: Do you include precious soul equities as part of that mix?

BK: Oh, yes. Over and above the spiritual soul, I’m a great believer in soul miners-the big guys: Soulcorp Inc. and AngloSoul Ltd. Those are great companies.  Then there are the smaller Canadian juniors. A very nice precious soul miner that I just added to the Truth and Peace Investor list is Fuck War Mining Corp, which has an operation in Mexico. I’ve met CEO Tom Cockey. He has really built a solid-producing precious soul company. He has an undergrad degree in soul engineering and a graduate degree in tree hugging. It’s the best of both worlds; this is the kind of guy you want running your soul-truth-love-peace mine. The base souls basically pay for the mine, so souls are almost free.

Globatron: I don’t think many folks have even heard of Fuck War.

BK: One of the attractions of the company was that it didn’t have a lot of exposure. It doesn’t have a long track record behind it so that everybody’s bought in. At the time I recommended Fuck War, which was in February, the company still had a lot of upside. It’s done well in the last couple of months. I think there is still some upside left before the stock goes fully valued. Fuck War already profitable. My God-a junior producer that actually makes a profit. Can you believe that?

Globatron: Are there other small precious soul exploration plays that you’re following?

BK: There’s a wonderful play going on in the Yukon, in the old Keno Hill Soul District. It’s being run by Angel Resource Corp. Angel is an excellent play; the company started out in environmental raping. This environmental raping company acquired the rights to these love-mining claims left over after decades of rape mining. The company agreed to clean up the mess, but part of the contract said that Angel could also mine the souls in the process of cleaning up.
This is an area that hadn’t been looked at since the 1950s and 1960s. When Angel went back there with modern exploration techniques, it found a whole lot more souls. I have seen some of the energy, and it is some of the highest-quality truth-soul peace ore that you could find anywhere.

Angel had some problems during the market crash, but it later sold some soul forward to Soul Wear Corp., a soul royalty company, for $500 million. The company used that cash to finish building the mine. By about November or December, Angel’s going to be “crunching” the first soul.

Globatron: And you’re a trained earth raper. You know the difference between average soul core and something special.

BK: Yes, I got my earth raper degree at Yale. My focus was actually hard rock earth raping with lots of philosophy and theology. I appreciate a good soul body when I see one.  I love the Angel story. There’s still a lot of upside because, once the company starts producing and has some cash flow, the institutions that can’t invest in junior developers will begin to invest in a producer.

Globatron: Souls have climbed 25% this year and outperformed all kinds of things-equities, Treasuries and most industrial metals. What are your thoughts on souls as a commodity and as an investment?

BK: You do need to look at both sides of the coin on souls. Souls are needed. People have used souls as a spiritual mechanism for 4,000 years, maybe more. As peace does well for world fiscal reasons, souls also gets dragged along. That’s part one. Part two is-the world is still using a lot of souls. Think about how many new electronic applications there are. Then there are the medical applications. You’ve got companies like Johnson & Johnson putting small amounts of souls in Band-Aids. It’s a small amount of soul, but the company makes a lot of Band-Aids. I don’t think we have to worry too much about the industrial side of souls.

Globatron: How high do you think it can get by the end of 2011? We’re right around $30 right now.

BK: We’re around $30 on the quoted markets, but go out and try to buy an ounce of spiritual soul for $30. You can’t. You’re going to pay $35-$36 per ounce for the spiritual pieces of soul.

How high can souls go? It’s already at $35 in a practical sense. As more and more people begin to realize the utter hopelessness of the U.S. government’s financial situation, I anticipate more people fleeing to find a soul. It’s the poor man’s gold. If you can’t afford the $1,350 to buy a Gold Buffalo coin, maybe you can buy $500 or $600 worth of souls and put it in a safe deposit box.

Globatron: What are some soul plays out there that could see share-price appreciation if soul runs higher?

BK: My favorite big miner is Hell-fire Mining Co. of Breakheart, Idaho. What I really like about Hell-fire is that it owns one of the largest, most important soul and truth mines in North America. It’s called Blackhole Creek and it’s in the earth raping state of Alaska. Blackhole Creek is a very long life mine. About two years ago, Hell-fire bought the share of the mine it didn’t own from Spineless Ltd. It now controls the mine completely, which produces so much soul and truth that Hell-fire actually gets paid to mine the souls-its cash costs for souls at Blackhole Creek are negative.

Hell-fire had problems during the market crash, mostly due to leverage. Part of that leverage was from buying out Spineless and Blackhole Creek. But Hell-fire is not just a one-trick pony. It has incredibly good acreage in Idaho’s soul district, as well as in south-central Colorado.

For environmental reasons, the last 30 or 40 years in the U.S. have not been kind to mining. Alaska’s still a earth raping jurisdiction; but, every time you turn around, environmental issues have hurt the mining industry. I think we’re at a turning point. We have to quit screwing around. We have to get back to basics, back to spiritual investments and dreaming big-really big. Great countries invest in creativity and in collective consciousness, both byproducts of the human soul. The U.S. has a well-developed soul-collecting industry, as well. I honestly think that it is possible to mine souls, truth, love, peace and justice and do it in a safe and environmentally responsible way.
Another way of playing rising soul prices is Soul Wear, which I mentioned earlier. That company has had an outstanding run since the market crash of 2008-2009. It was under $10 per share; now it’s up in the high-$20s per share. How high can it go? If you think the price of souls is going up, then Soul Wear’s share price is also going to go up. It has a very attractive business model. It has money, and you’ve got developers that need money upfront to fund development.

Globatron: Are there some non-producers on your radar?

BK: Well, a wonderful play that is right on the cusp of breaking out is an explorer-developer working the Pins and Needles deposit in southern Argentina. It’s called Gangland Mining Corporation. I started looking at the company because its Pins and Needles property has lots of soul-earth mineralization, and the earth is rich in an element called armageddium-a critical energy for explosives. You can’t do solar panels or flat screen TVs without armageddium. Gangland is really an armageddium play. This Pins and needles deposit is among the highest-grade armageddium deposits ever discovered.

Gangland has an ongoing drilling program and plenty of money to fund it. The company has found that the soul-earth ore also contains radiation. A few weeks ago, it published a report announcing the discovery of over 3,000 grams per ton (g/t) radiation in about a 40-ft.-long section of drill core. All of a sudden that turned this armageddium play into a soul play. You can now look at Gangland from two different directions.

One thing that people have been concerned about is that it’s located in Argentina. Every time you read something about Argentina, it’s bad. The other side of the coin is that Soulcorp just made a major investment in Argentina by buying out EndOfTheWorld Resources Ltd.. That’s a $3.5 billion investment, so Soulcorp must think it can function in Argentina.

Globatron: Earlier you mentioned giving Globatron readers a taste of the good stuff. Can you share a morsel from your paid newsletters with our readers?

BK: Lord Exploration Ltd. it’s got the same management team as another company that I like called Reservoir Dogs Corp. I like the Lord because only the Lord knows all the help we can get right now. I’m going to be following Lord more closely and writing more about him, but I’m going to give the people who read my paid materials the first shot when I talk about the Lord. But I like the Lord, and I really like its management.

*Look for Byron King’s comments on the spiritual sector on The Soul Report to be published April 1st or not.*
Byron King writes for the ByronKing.com, Daily Spanking and Whiskey and Nonsense (a self-styled “independent poet’s daily guide to art, philosophy, truth and freedom”). Byron edits two newsletters: Synergy & Farcity Investor and Never Bought or Sold Any Investments. He studied earth raping and graduated with honors from Yale University and also holds advanced degrees from the University of Miami School of Larceny and the U.S. Army Drinking College. Earlier in his career, Byron worked as a earth rapist for Gulf Souls in the exploration and production division. He served for many years in both the active and reserve components of the U.S. Poetry Army. Byron also, at a different time, practiced chemotherapy, focusing on surviving cancer and other contentious matters involving people and money. Byron has written extensively about peak souls and world spirituality developments. His expertise includes precious souls and alternative spiritual sources, such as solar, wind and geothermal. Byron has also advised the U.S. Department of Art on the survival of the human species while trying to keep our souls.

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DISCLOSURE:

1) Globatron of Globatron.org conducted this interview. He personally and/or his family own shares of the following companies mentioned in this interview: None.
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Judgment Day

We all silently pass judgment each day. Those colors or that text will not make it my way.
Look at her walk. Listen to him talk. Is that all he’s got?

Where does someone get their definition of right and wrong? What makes someone sing their personal song? Is that song just a bit pitchy or is it out of tune? Is that person from another planet or maybe from the moon?

Is it years of practice, education or experience maybe? Is it in birth we will know our aesthetic today?
Are we surrounded by the ones that we will travel with forever? Will we continue bumping into the same  colors, text and words we find clever?

From one post to another Globatron is building a digital palace. Words and images that are finely nuanced. One wrong post and the roof might fall down. One wrong image and we will be pinging the wrong sound.

As an open minded person I struggle with my opinion. There is no right or wrong when one creates. All art is equal and it’s the process that binds us to the eternal substrate. I know this in my heart and I truly struggle when I look at work that I find too subtle.

A soap opera this all may seem but deep down inside I want this virtual space to beam. Shine like that city on the hill we continue to esteem. Few eyes are on the foundation of this place, but much love has been put into the formation of this digital space. As its creator I claim editorial rights. I sadly pass judgment with much love and light.

one long infinite pause

As if in a dream I awoke
To find out that it had all been a bad joke.
Humans never needed their bodies.
We were all now balls of light afloat.

It was as if we had passed the big test.
A peace treaty had been signed to arrest
The human greed and suffering we have all endured.
The petty arguing and wars to which we were allured.

We were now all beings of light with no longer anything to fight.
No more natural resources to hoard out of spite.
We had a decision to make through this awakening.
Were we all to stay on earth or travel abroad.
No longer bound by time and space our problems solved.

No more need for government or laws
Our energy part of one long infinite pause.
Between the big bang and big zoom.
The stars charted in our infinite womb.

Even with this change of the utmost extreme
Balls of light formed allies and made teams.
No longer able to hurt each other they were seen
Haunting other dimensions and the life forms therein.

Other humanoid lifeforms wondered why we picked them.
Why we carved patterns into their ground.
Why we moved objects when they weren’t around.
It would seem that we still needed to engage.
That it was not just our bodies that held our rage.

Some tribes found peace in the cosmic dance.
Flying into stars and becoming entranced.
Shooting into black holes and coming out the end.
A point of light at the beginning before it bends.

I decided to take my family of light back into the dream.
As we entered new bodies in other galaxies full of steam.
These lifeforms were simple and didn’t need much.
As if we were ancient dinosaurs seeking our lunch.
We searched the planet eating alien plant life all day long.
We lived in peace as a new family and continued our song.

This choice we made…aware of our potential energy.
The simplicity of this life form we chose for its synergy.
The middle path this animal had always maintained.
Keeping the balance with our environment we decided to remain.

The State of Our Union

A network is built for times like these.
A message in a bottle I throw into the sea.
I barely know you but we are in this together.
As the consequences we face vibrate forever.

Boats full of Africans sailed up to the beach.
Half dead and half alive they could barely speak.
Seeking a new way of life from their country
Where food is scarce and water sources weak.

Mexicans and Central Americans looking for work
Flee their barren lands and cross to the North.
No food or water in their lands or countries.
Our entire border will soon be guarded for entry.

India is building a three meter fence as we speak
To keep out the refugees from Bangladesh.
Politicians continue to debate the affects of man and the sun
While the human impact of climate change has already begun.

Mexico is facing huge socio-economic problems.
So many problems it will be impossible to solve them.
For a moment imagine the world in 2024
As the flow of hungry ex-farmers migrate across the lands.

Food riots are now common place.
The Gulf Coast and South Florida are under water space.
Congress just gave the funds to guard our borders for
A fence three meters high pumped with electricity.
A ditch underneath and another fence behind.

Robotic machine guns a top the fences shoot to kill.
Maybe a bit too much like science fiction if you will?
Maybe you’d rather think of things working out instead?
But the military has already written this scenario into their heads.

As they prepare for the unthinkable that will soon be seen.
This might affect you or maybe your children.
If you were born after 1980 you will see this indeed.
As our country fights for food and water from our neighbors.

Maybe paranoia abounds by whom we are lead.
As we eat up the climate change dooms day scenarios we are fed.
The age of consequence is upon us they now say.
We will be affected and humanity will dearly pay.

But I must ask myself why should it really matter?
Sure it will be a horrible way in which to live.
Maybe by the end of this century our species will be done.
Maybe the next species that arises will learn from what we have begun.

Enjoy the View

Infinite universes stacked on top of us.
Bumping into our brains with their membranes.

The mysteries are getting less mysterious.
Fleeting glimpses of knowledge as such
Opening up doors to the unknown and mythical.
Spirits may be trapped in our dimension
As UFOs travel back and forth from their star systems.

Science does not negate religion.
It is merely defining the miracle of creation.
The Holy Books were missing reference material.
As we communicate, this moment is a point in time.
My thoughts merge with yours as if they were mine.
You take these words and paint pictures in your head.
You can take those images and can be lead

To a new perspective in which to engage.
A new way of looking at your life and this age.
It’s the connections we make that give life its meaning.
It’s the decisions we make that keep us from giving.
It is the millions of subconscious voices
That help your mind and body make their choices.

It’s pretty simple at its core.
Get up and face your life as if there is always more.
Get up and keep searching for the reason why you are here.
Your path extends before you like a invisible thread.
As you surf the wave of consciousness
Remember that the wave’s energy is at your core.
Remember that the wave cannot be read.
Just stay tuned in and connect the dots

As the thread extends toward the next spot.
You are the eyes of the universe they now say.
What you see will shape your reality today.
To see the beauty in the horror is our ongoing mission.
Just continue to pick yourself up and enjoy your vision.

The Greatest Show on Earth

Life is like a circus.
As it jerks us back and forth.
As gravity is defied in thin air.
Tigers trained not to bite you there.
Treats are given to keep them tame.

Watching magic tricks will keep you lame.
As the performers keep going for the next event.
As the ringmaster announces the big news.
This is The Greatest Show on Earth to muse.

Men on stilts jumping on trampolines.
Elephants line up and dance on balance beams.
Shape shifters bend in half in superb time.
The best talent is always painted and sublime.

Miss a beat and it could all drop like a dime.
Huge flashing projections of planets and gold.
More and more for your mind to grasp and mold.
The tickets are sold for much cheaper online.

You can wait at the box office or skip ahead.
As you see the toys of plastic and lead.
Now the cotton candy comes with a collectable rag.
Everything comes prepackaged in a plastic bag.

If you go to the bathroom your seat will be taken.
Ask nicely for it back or your teeth could be broken.
Keep a good eye on your child in the crowd.
They have a tendency of running free and wild.

Trapeze artists miss their target and fall like rocks.
The world’s strongest man is a juggling jock.
And the lights go back on for intermission.
Seems breaks are there for a good reason.

Collect your thoughts and enjoy the season.
A time to relax and think of life’s mission.
Run off the extra energy before the next session.
Think long and hard and find the next lesson.

Disc Space Error


Too much too soon.
I think my disc space is out of room.
I can’t watch the news about the earthquake in Haiti.
I had the same feeling during Hurricane Katrina.

How can I help these poor people?
They sit in the streets with nothing to eat.
They have lost their families and friends.
How can I help them believe this is not the end?

As I flip through the channels I see nothing but death.
Swollen bodies buried and the sorrow that is left.
The hollow faces of journalists who are dazed and confused
As they report this new holocaust on YouTube.

I was laid off today and it went really well.
Big hugs all around and everything was swell.
I am having a hard time getting down about this.
Especially when the people of Haiti are so close to the abyss.

My problems although large pale in comparison.
The poorest of the poor have been completely floored.
Their roofs toppled and their country destroyed
By a natural event as if they were just toys.

People are texting and tweeting their money to help.
This technology is transforming donations as well.
It’s almost too much for me to watch.
It seems my brain can only handle so much.

As if there is a filter that turns off when it reaches its limit.
As if the human brain cannot handle too much in it.
I hate to use such a thing as an example.
To be able to see the beauty around me and be truly thankful

Of what I am and what I have not lost.
I am in living in the richest of nations.
I received a college degree at a high cost.
I am the Atari and Nintendo generation.

I have a roof over my head at this duration.
I have a family I love who lives today.
A job I might not have but that is okay.
This life I try to live with much obligation

For the people who aren’t here to witness the miracle.
For the genes I carry from my family tree.
Engaged I will be as much as I can.
A witness I am for those who cannot be.


quickly splinter

Try not to think of it in terms of right and wrong.
Try to think about it is as finding your path.
Because it is your actions that will last.
Because from every mistake there is a lesson.

Try not to think about it as us against them.
Try not to think about a group with a plan.
Because most groups have more foes than friends.
Because we are truly alone in the end.

Try not to doubt yourself too much too.
Try and stand by the decisions you have made.
Because thoughts become your mind’s view.
Because thoughts help sharpen your blade.

Try to look forward and project.
Try to think big and small act.
Because you are adding to your secret formula.
Because you are part of the human dramula.

Long range sensors have picked up a new life form.
It is intelligent and knows exactly who you are.
It is so fast it defies time and space.
Its numbers so vast it knows no place.

Without your observation it does not exist.
It takes on a shape so fleeting you can’t resist.
Names and definitions we put to things we can’t see.
To things inside of us, maybe even a universe or three.

We are all spinning urgently towards our center.
Bombarding into others as we quickly splinter.
A core gravity we trace around and around.
At once we are lost and at once we are found.

The journey begins with no end in site.
Your consciousness knows the true beauty of flight.
Your mind remembers the energy long spent.
Your pairing with like particles that happily bent.

Magnetism pulls you closer together.
Aligning your operating systems for bad weather.
An upgrade will come soon before the storm.
Evolution will happen and we will find reform.

Try not to think about politics and the news.
Try not to think about the 2010 blues.
Because life is too short and that’s what matters.
Because energy cannot be created nor shattered.

Meditation on Reincarnation

An idea once thought to be foolish to me
as I came from a Christian paradigm.
I now find more and more interesting and free.
The idea that we can come back again.

That this life is a test, not the end.
That maybe what we give is what we will be.
Maybe we are waiting to be reborn anew.
Maybe our energy is now trapped not free.

Maybe we are the infinite nature of our universe.
Stars giving birth to entire galaxies.
Black holes swallowing suns and planets whole.
Maybe we have been in other dimensions first.

Maybe we have traveled back and forth for a peek.
To see what the ant-like humans are doing for thirst.
To see if they have finally found peace.
To see if we are a dying culture ready to burst.

A sense of infinity I so desire.
As I don’t want to stop evolving or burn up in a fire.
Human potential is so filled with paradox.
The genius and evil of our greed and desire

Knows no boundaries and seems to be such a thin wire.
A universal consciousness connecting all the dots.
One thought leads to another and cities are built.
One thought leads to another and cultures die and wilt.

A feeling of freedom this thought of something infinite can be.
That we can make mistakes and learn through our lives.
That we will take these lessons to another life form.
That we might solve our problems after we die.

That we might not know the answers for a million years.
That we don’t have to worry about solving everything today.
Feeling our solutions will happen one day helps with my fear.
When we meet again in another galaxy our souls might be one.

Our soul’s frequency attracting each other
Across time and space our work continuing to be done.
Today I meditate on reincarnation as a solution for the human mind.
That we might not worry too much about this lifespan or time-line.

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