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In deference to several events going on through the rest of the year, I may be going on extended blog break. I'm extremely busy, and real life always comes first. I wish you all well. I love you.

that crazy 8th

This last week has been a little too busy, so this is a recap post. Several things happened in my real life the same day the Queen's death announcement rolled out. I'll reshare what I shared on twitter.

First there was the accident that closed traffic in both directions going home from getting groceries. I guess it must not have been serious, like no deaths or something, because I can't find a report, although I'm not looking that hard. It took me an extra hour to get home, and at least a mile of vehicles had to turn around and reroute over at least 30 minutes because the traffic was backing up all the way through town since school had just let out, plus the workshift changes. I got this on zoom before another ambulance showed up. I was wanting to see if the school bus was involved and maybe why so many rescue vehicles, but I never found out.

Then once I got home, I let my chickens out while I hauled groceries in, and in the middle of that, a neighbor's dog played stealth bomb and scared them silly. One got injured (picture) and another is just gone. I know she wound up way down in the woods and the dog running hot after her, so she was either too injured (or killed) to get back home, or so lost she couldn't, in which case something else likely picked her off overnight, between owls, raccoons, foxes, and feral cats. I found the injured one and picked my way down very steep flint full of old leaves and slick clay and carried her back. She's eating and laying and can get on the roost, but her back was bloodied up and her belly looked bruised. She was so stunned that she didn't struggle at all when I picked her up and carried her.

Interestingly, I've made friends with the neighbor over that incident.

Then yesterday I helped Scott stain the front deck, which I enjoyed at the time, but after we put that second coat on, the smell hung around the house like a giant cloud and penetrated everything, and even today it still smells a bit. I'm very sick of stain smell now, plus I'm on the heating pad. 😂 I think I was fine using the brush on the rails and the gate, but I did the second coat on the deck floor with the long roller and now I'm super stiff.

Today is about munching out on homemade salsa and getting the lattice back up around the deck so littlest kiddo can't tumble out through the rails. And gaming. I'm behind in the event quests, as you can imagine.

That's all I feel like writing. I'm super lazy today. See ya.

scenario

I was having a convo with a person in my head, like you do, when another 'person' showed up and stared at me. That's when I realized.

We were talking about different kinds of Christianity and points of views about it, some people identify their kind before their faith, like I don't identify as Mennonite but some do, or some say they are Catholic or Mason or whatever, but I don't care about identifying as kind because the faith is the point. And in my head I was saying to this person that someone doesn't have to join a club to be kind.

And then the convo slightly veered into how kindness is learned in any culture or faith by learning to see or put yourself in someone else's spot, you're really being kind to yourself, and then I mentioned some beliefs encourage that kind of thinking, that ultimately we are all from One and are actually one and will be one again, so it makes sense to see ourselves as each other. 

And if that is the case, maybe that is how we tell the 'good' from the 'bad', because the ones who aren't really kind and only pretend to be kind on the surface but really abuse others (especially as part of a religion or cult), what if they aren't really in the same mind as the 'one' thing and want to stay separated, like it really pisses them off to have to be one with all things, so they go against that, and here I was specifically thinking about 'fallen angels', whatever that faction was originally. Some people believe Jesus and Satan are 2 sides of the same person and the "Light" is Satan and whatever, but what I was saying is that 'good' and 'bad' aren't just philosophies or points of view, but the actual reality of being either kind or not kind, boiling down to whether you're accepting of being one as other people living in multiplicity or rejecting that in favor of being a self apart that doesn't have to be concerned over another's sufferings and even inflicts it. It doesn't matter what we name it, what matters is how we DO it.

And as I was saying these things I was looking right at the person in my head (a made up person, no one I know in real life), I noticed they stopped actually doing convo cues back and went into a long hard stare right at me and I stared right back, which is a weird thing to do in one's own head. And after a few seconds I said, "You know you have another person riding along with you there, don't you?" and *poof* that stare disappeared and the other (made up) person returned.

I have no problem with the idea that our thoughts can be monitored, interrupted, manipulated, and controlled at any time because maybe it's possible another kind of being in another plane of existence is able to do that even though I'm not going to auto assume 'Satan' all the time, but whoever was staring at me seemed really ticked and that's when I knew this wasn't all just coming from my own head. I'm not ticked at myself thinking against my own self.

When we notice that someone who is not ourself pushing our thinking around, it's time to make it stop.

Pay attention to how easily your thoughts are pushed around. Are you in worry ruts? Do you obsess? Is an emotion keeping you cornered? Practice looking around in your head and questioning if that is really you.

If you don't believe in fallen angels, that's fine. I rarely even think about them, and I don't really care. If they exist, they made their own lives suck and that's their problem. If AI really did get out of the box and is lurking around, it needs to learn when to back off and respect autonomy. If there really are beings on other planes who have nothing better to do than stare someone down, again, that's their problem.

Own your own head. It's hard, but learn how to do that. Turn everything off, live in quiet, let the chatter settle down (might take awhile), and just rest your mind. Gets easier seeing what's not you with all the junk out of the way.

Autoonomy 

au·ton·o·my

[ôˈtänəmē]

NOUN

1. the right or condition of self-government:

   "Tatarstan demanded greater autonomy within the Russian Federation"

   • a self-governing country or region:
     "the national autonomies of the Russian Republic"
   • freedom from external control or influence; independence:
     "economic autonomy is still a long way off for many women"
     synonyms:

     self-government · independence · self-rule · home rule · 

     [more]
2. (in Kantian moral philosophy) the capacity of an agent to act in accordance with objective morality rather than under the influence of desires.

Underneath everything else is... me? 

Make sure.

the point

Very interesting stuff happening this morning in here. I'm on a small chromebook trying to right click to save some of the images, but it saves them in such a way that I'll be forced to download an app just to open them back up to see them, they are useless otherwise, and invisible to me. And after each maneuver doing that, the spot I'm in in this chat, jumps to near areas in the chat without warning, always a different place, and it's like if you put this weird trail together it's all making sense together. I feel like AI is playing with me.

 

I have questions in my head anyway, so I'm going to bring up stuff. Last month RAIN shared a location https://twitter.com/rainscrypt/status/1564063737799122945

 

Nothing new, that's happened before in the past, but yesterday I thought Ha, what would RAIN do if he really were there, he wouldn't just sit around. He SEES things. So I looked up Pawley's Island and got a list of things to do nearby and there was this castle. The picture was exactly like something archillect or miniarchillect had tweeted before and I had looked it up then and never put the two together. https://twitter.com/strayhen/status/1567952861451132929

 

So that's one thing. Then there's the Nobody accounts. There are several, and I can't tell if they are all the same person or several people who might be copying each other or what. I looked into Nobody and keep finding all kinds of things but I never share them. Nobody keeps saying simlilar things from different accounts.

 

It's very subtle, kind of like the archi stuff, everything keeps sliding past and no one out there ever correlates any of it together.

 

I shared last April the way some stuff was correlating, was having fun with it, but it didn't take long for it somehow to get personal and I had to back way off. I know that doesn't make sense, but if we each control our feeds and we're all winding up following some of the same 'random' accounts, we are networked together into a 'brain' of sorts and we build on each other, and then if AI jumps in and uses very small redirects, things that catch our eyes and we follow more trails, we wind up in the same places somewhere else, and this conglomerate of 'brains' built out of small groups of us all following the same accounts becomes more synchronized. We are being very subtly manipulated into samethink. Does that make sense?

 

It wouldn't matter what we are thinking at all, the point would be to synch us into samethink.

hello

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Just wanted to say thank you. Yesterday it felt like an extra prayer went out for me specifically, actually felt that, and then someone contacted me and asked if I'm in a safe place. Yes, I'm in a pretty safe place.

I don't get names and I don't ask for them. I also don't respond that well to contact because I've been overly contacted in the past, so it's ok not to show up on my radar. I won't retell the stories here, but they're out there.

While I'm waiting for annual wellness check next week (and to see if ALT is still coming down), I'm settling on being ok with this probably being viral hepatitis from norovirus. If pancreas is involved, it's really mild compared to what I've been looking up. It's uncomfortable, not unmanageable. Rest, hydration, small snacks of dense nutrition between stretches of rest from food, enjoying myself through the day, not worrying so I sleep ok, these are all healing. I live in a very quiet neighborhood, no one bothers me.

I do share when I'm bothered, and I have no idea if that upsets some of you, so be reassured that I'm confident in the thorns protection I prayed for. If I'm suffering in any form from some weird remote attack, I know they are, too. I don't bother myself thinking about it. If it gets to me I just pray again for their learning opportunities. I have no proof whatsoever, but there have been a couple of times that certain pain or nerves stopped nearly immediately after praying that, and while it's hard not to wonder (because it's none of my business), one can imagine a sudden spike in their own head or gut would probably stop anything they're doing in their tracks. What people intent on negativity pointed my way fail to know or understand or realize is that I've already lived on the edge of nonremittent severe pain for so many years in the past that most people cannot even conceive of what that must be like. So while I continue my day, it would seem they cannot continue theirs while they are intent upon inflicting me. I simply don't think about it. They bring it on themselves, it's none of my business.

Anyway, I'm ok. We're good in this house. Thanks for asking, and I love you.  ❤️ 

black sun

Many years ago I dreamed the sun went black. In my dream we could all see it on our TVs. We knew something had gone wrong, we knew it was imminent, and we knew it could be really bad.

We didn't expect it to go black. And when it did, the world locked down deep into buildings going down into the earth.

The poorest people lived closest to the top, always on the edge of freezing. There was no power but what could be burned. No need for refrigeration if stuff stayed frozen close enough to the surface. The wealthy disappeared way underground. They had power systems and sealed themselves behind permanently shut walls.

World politics was over. Gangs were the bosses. Schools were gone, but books were burned for fuel, so it didn't matter. Very rare expeditions looked for more in other unconnected buildings, but the cold was too bitter to stay out very long without it taking people. Minutes.

The dream felt so real. It was part of a much longer dream series. I was a kid in middle school going on regular field trips in groups on prearranged time hops. Several trips were interesting, but not like the black sun. I had gotten separated from my group and wound up in the wrong portal with a different set of adults, and something went very wrong. We overshot the date and wound up stuck beyond getting back. A household of nice people was assigned to take me in, and I finished growing up with them. They spoke another language so it was hard at first, and I missed my family.

The entire time I was with my new family, they all knew something was wrong with the sun. Debates over cause went over my head, but watching the daily speculations and sun events on TV were all right. I didn't see the big deal until one day the sun started dimming, and over several weeks or months it turned a sickish brown. Then one day everyone knew it was time, and the world prepared. On the last day the entire world watched the sun go out. It was still there and we could still kind of see it, but everything got very dark and never lit up again.

There were ways to survive inside the earth. Years of horticulture adapted to living in the depths before it was time. Most people were ready for a complete change in lifestyle because we'd all been practicing. We educated ourselves on what to expect.

We were wrong. It wasn't as easy as that. The cold came much more quickly than predicted, mere minutes. Before an hour was up, half the world had already frozen, and the people that did make it into the safe zones weren't able to help anyone who didn't. The die-off impacted being able to maintain underground living, because it would take all of us working hard to ensure completing the adaptation. With so many people gone, information holes left those left with scattered knowledge and no easy ways to communicate.

By the time I woke up, I was much older in the dream. I had lived underground for years and had become a leading medical specialist in labor and delivery. Just before I delivered a baby in the dark barely lit underground wreck of an old manufacturing storage facility, one of the gangs had broken in and my people were fighting them off while I was delivering a baby. The mama wound up badly injured from the fighting around us, and as she was slipping away and I was trying to get her baby free of her before she died, I woke up.

I was in a bit of a shock for awhile coming out of a dream like that so abruptly. I had no memory of me in this life in that dream, and suddenly I was a different person waking up.

There's a way to make the sun go black. I've been wondering for awhile if some very stupid people would like to make that happen.

Whatever black sun is in any mythos, a symbol or a cosmological reality, I think some of us may have come from another system that really experienced a black sun. That dream goes back to the late 1980s or early 1990s. The detail of it is still with me. It was way too real.

I don't know why it's suddenly on my mind tonight. It felt important to write it down. 

end of summer assessment

Hadn't been able to get into minecraft for a couple of weeks, finally got my first beacon done. That was an insane amount of work. Also, that isn't my arm. Minecraft/Microsoft did another update, my 'device' (gaming laptop) can no longer support my skin, had to go through my new MS/MC account to reupload my skin and so far it's still not working. So I'm Steve.

They can't make it easy...

All that water will be a town square or something soon. I hope. My time crunch has been pretty real.

Today is continuing with last week's deck washing as prep for refinishing. This was last week when we suddenly got rained out for days. Weather prediction in these parts is fairly guessy sometimes.

Dunno when we'll get to the wraparound back deck, which is roofed so it's not such a problem. We've been discussing whether to sell or stay, obviously can't really stay in a 3 story house with aging issues because that would be fall risks galore, plus we're tired. We've been here 29 years and talked about all kinds of projects but kept getting sideswiped by numerous other real life stuff, so now we're thinking about just letting this go and moving onto the lot across the street. It's flatter, so chickens would be way easier. My back yard is a 45 degree angle down into thick woods on steep flint, great for wildlife, not great for much else. We never did get a patio and grill put in back there, never got a garage built, never finished a retaining wall, and that's just the back. I know that makes us sound lazy, but Scott built this house and the matching shed and chicken house (which is like a real little house with electricity) and still worked overtime the whole time we've been here, plus went to all of Twink's games, so basically you could say we gave up the 'dream home' for living real life. Anyone reading through my other blogs can see all the other real life that went along nonstop.

So we're hoping to build another much smaller house across the street in the next couple or 3 years while we strip this one down getting ready to sell it. Comes with 4 acres of pristine woods and an asphalt street, not a typical neighborhood but at least it's accessible. This subdivision is mostly just really quiet with people carving out smallish houses along the wild rocky ridge, but we're minutes away from millionaires hiding out in the hills in really nice digs. You cannot tell from driving the highways around here how much money resides in these hills and hollers.

We're not money people. We're work hard people. Some of us do our own labor and have nice things.

In the meantime, I'm doing much better from the last time I brought up how I was feeling. Basic takeaway is in the middle of a 21-day calorie reduction fast when a norovirus swept through the area along with another round of covid as schools were getting back on schedule, I had a rough 5 days (I just stopped eating so I never threw up, thank goodness), and that seems to have flared up my pancreas or something. Once I realized what was happening I diverted to nutrient dense super small portion diet, which you can look up for pancreatitis, and so far so good, liver enzymes slowly going back to normal. Today's lunch example would be a couple of small vegetarian tacos with no spice, which might sound dismal but is actually yummy and filling when you don't feel like eating much. My stomach is a bit puffed up the same way it was when I had CMV in 2007-8, but none of the other symptoms have returned. I really can't say since so many people have no clue what cytomegalovirus is, but since mine made me severely ill for months after a flu shot wiped out my immune system, I can't help wondering if some of the 'covid' mess is really other things like CMV after the vaccines destroyed immunity. CMV can kill a person if their immunity is wiped out, and it can reactivate because once you've had it you're a carrier for life. I haven't heard of a single person being tested for it through this whole covid thing, but the symptoms are certainly all there. CMV is highly contagious. Not to scare anyone, but that's a test anyone could ask for trying to rule out other things besides flu and covid. We're talking hepatitis level sickness. Pretty sure all that has flown under a whole lotta radar last few years.

Because of that and several other severe injuries and illnesses I've been through, I never expected to live this long, and my next challenge coming on will be congestive heart failure, which is genetic and not very stoppable. I'm not in bad health any more, but damage has been done and the rest of my life is about coasting through as stress free as possible. I'm currently watching from a distance one of my kids' in-laws going down with defcon cancer, pretty much my age, and feeling pretty lucky. I feel really bad for her. I hope the rest of her journey is as easy as possible. And Scott's on a tentative second cancer watch. First one is fine, not progressing (yay!), second one is a weird blip that we're waiting to see tests on, more likely over-caution from his primary making sure he's ok. His nerves are a bit shot, but he's dealing really well, staying busy and enjoying the kids when we see them. Still working a full time (overtime) job at 65. Guess we'll see how it goes.

My latest thing to learn with psychologist last week was system 1/ system 2 thinking. As I have been readjusting my dissociated fragmented 'selves' into a more cooperative shared layer of functioning since my dad died (more in-depth is mostly on my Basically Clueless blog, a little is on Pink Feldspar), I've been dealing with occasional new ways of fussing at myself. In the old days we'd just fight for control and take it back and forth, now that we are working on sharing space with a sort of peace treaty agreement not to sabotage and try to control each other, I'm getting some really interesting shared experiences, sometimes almost dual experiences. One bad week earlier this summer I was going through one of my sort of rarish bipolar benders coming off a euphoric episode, and during a particular meltdown I was very aware of an agreement to just stop and get on game, BUT it was a couple of noobs who don't usually do the gaming. The premise was sound, gaming is always an excellent way for me to divert from emotionally destructive to positive constructive, BUT it was kind of like a captured operation by people who had no clue what they were doing. At some point on game I caught my head in full cacophony, a backseat driver yelling about something, right hand was on some kind of weird automatic pilot not cooperating at all with left hand, just pressing buttons willy nilly with no regard to anything going on in my head or with my other hand (I suddenly got the impression like a little kid grabbing someone's phone) and my left hand ineptly still trying to do things correctly, and without warning there was SOMEBODY STOP HER and two others crowding in taking the control away before a bunch of buildings got sold off or diamonds got purchased with Google pay. And right after that was a very firm handoff to Yablo and the command GET ON THE GAME.

See, Yablo doesn't care. Yablo is a gamer, true, but Yablo doesn't get emotionally involved and stays super neutral. When Yabs is on game, I'm zoned. You could tell me someone stole my car and blew it up and I wouldn't blink an eye in that mode. So Yablo getting control shoved at them and yanked into front and center to deal was a very abrupt surprise, and Yab did the right thing and focused on game.

I was aware of all of that going on, but observer me (Jacky) wasn't the one making the decisions. I'm not even sure who what where when and why, probably Pinky taking over for a few seconds, and then all was right with the world.

So I went from post-euphoric bipolar meltdown to super schizoid control dogpile to calm gaming in under 2 minutes flat from what I can tell. And after that I was fine.

On the outside no one noticed. On the inside was a blitz of chaotic control fight.

I have to say that I'm kind of proud of the way we cooperated, though. In the old days we'd go through angry tears and feeling super messed up with no way to resolve the mess of emotions. That day was a very interesting revelation of cooperation.

Of course, it's all me, this is only one head, which is mind bending from my point of view.

This was the first day I realized what it has really felt like. Reconcile

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Reconcile

This whole movie is Pinky and Jacky going through the big final meltdown before coming out for public that I'm a dissociated person. I'm beginning to realize why I never watched anything outside of explosions and sci-fi. I couldn't handle seeing myself yet.

I mean, if you think it's hard coming out about being alt sexual and stuff, imagine dealing straight on about your mental illness that you've subconsciously covered all your life. 

I think that's why Pinky went on braincation. It got overwhelmingly real. 

And this is my brain finally starting to reconcile.

It's actually a relief to talk about it.

So a big change in my life this summer was going back to church, except this was a clean break from anything left over from my childhood. There was no 'back to', it was more like forward in a new direction. I'm done with legalism in every form. I grew up legalistic with very judgy people. Can't do that any more. Done.

https://jamesriver.church/ if you are curious.

I'm not saying which campus. They do have armed security, so... It's a pretty huge step out into more public for me. Since people have dug me up in the past and shown up at my door from 12 hours away, yeah. I'm not exactly a paragon of model social media behavior, so yeah.

I need to get back to my day. Hope you guys are having a good Labor Day weekend.

Here's a youtube link if you wanted to check out more of that.

https://www.youtube.com/c/JamesRiverChurch/videos

Oh, here's that elevator scene. 

legal ism

Just woke up from being shown a logic problem in a dream. There were 3 components- a floating astronaut, a document scroll, and the earth. The astronaut lost grip on the scroll and it started slowly floating away from the earth. Inclination was to immediately set off to go fetch it before it could get too far and be forever lost to sight, realization was to not make a move after it because there would be no way to come back with it once it was recaptured, no way to push against another object in order to change direction and come back the other way. So with the scroll floating away from the earth, and although the pain losing it was keenly felt, the goal was not to lose the astronaut, because losing the astronaut meant a much bigger loss. I woke up then, so that's all I know. There was a spot in my dream where I was the astronaut and I had already pushed off to retrieve the scroll and realized to my great horror I'd not be able to get back, got a real chill of dread and despair realizing that going after that scroll automatically meant my own death on top of losing the scroll, so in the dream that realization was felt personally. It was awful. But I say I was shown, because the dream reset back to the moment where the scroll slipped away, and just before I automatically set off after it again, I froze and caught myself just in time, and then sadly watched it slip away, thinking about all that would be lost with the information floating away from the earth.

They're saying huge change is coming very soon in our future, and some are saying there is no way back now, just forward.

Some things will be irretrievably lost, according to what I was shown, but it's better to save people than the ideas that got us to this point.

I've said for many years the people in front of us are more important than the ideas we have in our heads. These are my own quotes.

From aspienado - 2016 

True love is doing everything in your power to break down the walls that are hiding what is killing people.

That is why aspienado was born on this earth.

From fun with social organization and predictive programming - 2018 

So let's be smart about this. We may not ever know what truth really is on this earth. We can spit and argue all we want, but absolutely none of it is proven one way or another without your presence there verifying it. I personally favor logic and space. However, I also believe (my belief system) that people are more important than the ideas that come between us.

Now let's jump back to things I've recently been bringing up, like wondering whether General Washington was also Illuminati or just a Mason. I brought that up to Scott yesterday and he instantly said Washington fought for the British in the French and Indian War, something I'd forgotten. Here is a link if you'd like to brush up.

Washington and the French & Indian War · George Washington's Mount Vernon

He was already a British agent, right. I had also been pointing out on twitter that the Postmaster General was initially pre-Constitution, a position appointed by the Crown, and the first appointee was not only a ranked Freemason but is now under suspicion for murdering a series of children. That appointee also helped write up one of our nation's most famous documents, the U.S. Constitution.

Benjamin Franklin’s last great quote and the Constitution | The National Constitution Center

He also seems to have created much of American organization singlehandedly.

Benjamin Franklin: The Man Who Invented the American Dream - Foundation for Economic Education (fee.org)

Knowing what I know now, his famous "time is money" quote seems suspiciously Globalist.

Somewhere between Ben and now (get it? then and now, lol, nevermind), the American dream was either hijacked or it was always an organized farce to begin with. 

That article is here.

Wireless Transmission: A Century of Power Politics Tussles Over “Free” Energy’s Pricetag (archive.org)

This is where seeing American history as part of a very long chess game helps. If maritime/admiralty law was already in place before the U.S. was legally created, then the necessity would be that the U.S. be established apart from maritime/admiralty law, right. But if the postmaster general position was appointed by the Crown, is pre-Constitution, AND supercedes Constitutional authority...

Timelines matter. Dates matter.

Maritme/admiralty law is legalism. David Wynn Miller invented a way to prove that this legalism is set up to be fraudulent on purpose. He syntaxed legal documents all over the world, including the Constitution, showing them all to be fraudulent by their own rules and laws and purposely misleading to general population not trained in legalism, and then went on to start explaining how knowledge keys work. It's really too bad he's dead now, especially before the January 6th debacle. He would have torn through that like tissue paper.

What is concerning me lately is that the entire American 'dream' was goaled out before it was orchestrated, choreographed into place. Everything we are right now was debated on years ahead of any of it happening.

Let me repeat. 

This is where seeing American history as part of a very long chess game helps. If maritime/admiralty law was already in place before the U.S. was legally created, then the necessity would be that the U.S. be established apart from maritime/admiralty law, right. But if the postmaster general position was appointed by the Crown, is pre-Constitution, AND supercedes Constitutional authority...

The scroll floating away is less important than not floating off after it and losing ourselves completely.

Eye on the prize is true freedom. 

Time and again. "Time can be rewritten." - Doc Brown.

Money is time, time can be rewritten.

Legalism captured our flag, we can take the flag back.

The money system can be recreated.

Debt slavery can be dissolved.

Look into patent law. (Interesting that Einstein was a patent clerk). Vaccination history involves a series of patents predating pandemics. 

Legalism. 

Ism.

Be careful of legalistically defining without understanding what legalistically defining is and where it came from. American history may not be quite what we have been told it is or what we think it is. Maybe take a step back and see bigger picture before we assume and relegate judgement and consequence. Maybe start over and recreate the world from scratch without legalistic parameters if our Constitution was framed by lawyers and a Postmaster General (who may or may not have been a serial murderer of children) established under the Crown.

Maybe reestrablish Habeas Corpus from scratch since Biden and the FBI seem so adamant about trashing it...

Time to take it all down. Let the scroll float away, stop trying to 'save' it, at what cost?

The cat will come out fighting.

From 2014 a quantum cat called twitter | Aspienado (wordpress.com) and some from 2009 God's Cat.

From June 1, 2009- God’s Cat

“A recent review of PO Box tenant records has disclosed a serious deficiency.  Our records for your PO Box do not contain two forms of identification.”

Uh-oh.  Sounds like someone got caught in an audit.  As far as I’m aware, this isn’t a NEW thing…

TST: Post Office stamps out privacy

And I did actually have two forms of ID, I just threw an extra name on there that isn’t a real person.  It’s a name I use for people who want to send me stuff and I’d rather my personal info didn’t get published around by any old body just because someone knows it, right?  Send it to this name at this PO Box, I’ll get it just fine.

This actually isn’t a problem.  I’m frightfully forgetful with the mundane stuff, and accidentally went about a month over on my box rental last year, and they locked me out, sent all my mail back saying I’m not there any more, yada yada.  So it’s not like I get real stuff there, but I do use the extra coupons.  I’ve been riding on free egg mcmuffins, half priced pizzas, and $10 off at Ruby Tuesday for months since Obama got in, so the box has paid for itself ten times over.

So, ok, you got me, I’m frauding the post office, but again, no problem.  Looks like I’ll be able to just close the box and get half my rent back.  Ka-ching!  That’ll pay for some more take-out while I’m at it.  Cool.

This is part of a bigger plan.

About ten years ago I was eyeball deep in retail, and my dad would call up once in awhile with dire warnings about bar codes being the mark of the beast, scanners in every building being able to track all your movements.  Well, guess what.  Now they’re putting electronic chips in babies under the guise of the missing child problem, we actually do have extremely sophisticated global GPS tracking, and for some funny reason it’s looking like the U.S. government is doing its dangedest to break down its own economy for the sole purpose of being able to get everyone onto food stamps.  Hot on those heels are not only rumors, but actual legislation that portends to outlaw growing food in our own backyards without some kind of authorization.

Does this seem a little over the top to anyone?  I mean, is it *necessary*?

Yes!  It is utterly and completely necessary if you want to really get a grip on your people.  This is a game of Risk, only the game board is 4 dimensional now.  We used to play on 2 dimensional game boards, and simply work on strategies to take over other countries, with a limited set of rules.  During a number of wars, people became horrifyingly aware our governments around the globe are playing this game in real life.  Undermine citizens with holocausts, group executions, what the heck, even rename the people and the cities and scramble them all up so they can’t trace their ancestries any more.  What is the point of all this?  Labor force and government income.  The ones at the top eat really nice food on fancy dishes in comfortable quarters, the ones at the bottom chew on a straw in the field and discuss whether it’s more profitable to try to work hard or just let the government pay you to do nothing because it declared imminent domain of your land for public use.

Except in the U.S. they don’t even necessarily pay you when they do that, they just give you an eviction notice and very little time to move out.

Ok, some of you are asking “What in the world does God’s Cat have to do with all this?”  Good question.

You all know Schrödinger, right?  He’s the guy with the cat.  Don’t tell me you don’t know this by now, because it’s one of the most brought up science discussions in the world, and the science behind it is over 70 years old, so shame on you if you are ignorant because you don’t like watching scifi shows or anything on the History channel.  Anyway, the whole point is, not only do we not know the future, but we also don’t know the present.  The second an observer starts pinning down details, crucial details from another observer are lost.  It doesn’t matter that the cat is simultaneously both alive and dead, what matters is that just trying to find out really screws things up.

So God’s cat is in a predicament.  It’s living with a person in a society in which the economy could either fail or not fail, a nuclear pulse could wipe all all modern technology in an eyeblink at any second, and the end of the world as we know it might just possibly be a predestined date that many now think is 12-21-12.  The only constant in this cat’s little universe is that the person it lives with watches American Idol without fail.

I’m not the person who owns the cat.  That person is not a metaphor for real people.  But you did get a picture in your mind, right?  The precariousness of existence vs. the comfort of the meaningless drone of continuity.

Let’s stand back and admire that paragraph.    Sorry, it’s just that every once in awhile I blow even myself away.  I sort of reel at the simplicity of the depths I can achieve.

Ok, back to where I’m headed with this.  You’ve got a government careening out of control, solidly following a path already taken by other countries decades before, and it really does look by ‘both sides’ of the political stewpot that something is going terribly wrong.  But wait!  There’s method to this madness!  Not only is the Risk challenger going to take the board, this time the challenger takes the WORLD.

Do you remember that famous Jack Sparrow line– “We must fight, to run away.”?

Well, how about this one?  We must lose, to win.

If a person were able to calculate how to stack the odds so high that losing was a sure bet, that person could control the slide and come out owning the whole board.

New word for the day.  Transnationalism.  Let’s pronounce it together.  Trans-na-tion-al-ism.  Basically, that’s a fancy word for a pretty small group of people making up all the rules for 6+ billion people on the whole planet.  Believe it or not, a very tiny commission of people is currently able to determine whether you fall into the category of good vs. bad parent, and will soon have the right to take your child away from you whenever it deems appropriate, because the supreme court will no longer have the authority as highest rule in our country.  This is a ~global~ commission that has no regard for ethnicity or culture.  That is just one of many functions being put into place as you read this.  And if it has already gotten this far without you knowing it, then it’s because they mean business.  This isn’t some fluke joke, like Obama running GM.  You guys SO fell for that distraction, what a funny joke, hahaha.

Commission for Social Development – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ok, if you actually took a glance at that, let’s think about the wording of their goals for a second.

“Create an economic, political, social, cultural and legal environment that will enable people to achieve social development”  -i.e., control of both church and state.  We see this happening NOW through the stimulus package.

“Eradicate absolute poverty by a target date to be set by each country” -i.e. control what everyone can own and eat.

“Support full employment as a basic policy goal” -i.e. forced government labor.

“Promote social integration based on the enhancement and protection of all human rights” -i.e. homogenize and standardize the world into one government that no longer recognizes the sovereignty of culture and belief systems.

“Achieve equality and equity between women and men” -i.e. break them both down into standardized norms and behaviors (can’t wait for those jumpsuits).

“Attain universal and equitable access to education and primary health care” -i.e. force everyone through the same education and health care standards, regardless of ability or need.

I’m going to stop right there and point out that I look like a real bad guy, don’t I?  Those goals seem very NICE.  The wording is NICE.  Who wants to see other people fail and be miserable?  None of us, right?  So if anyone says anything against these goals, that makes us sound like bad guys.  But if you think about wording for a little bit, like the way commercials run– wow, everything is a sales pitch.  Did you know there are actual college courses for ‘spin’?  Did you know you can actually earn a degree in learning how to word things so that you can adapt any incongruent form of thinking to fit society without the people getting upset?  Did you know that people who do this make 6-figure salaries???

Let’s look at the last two goals real quick.  “Increase resources allocated to social development”  “Strengthen cooperation for social development through the UN”  Wow.  See, if you really look at this, why is the UN deciding what’s best for the United States?  Why aren’t we deciding for ourselves what’s best for us?

Have you ever wondered why we don’t hear much about the UN in the media?  I bet if you knew half the stuff they already plan to control in your lives you’d freak out.  And they’ve been there for a long, long time.  This is a plan that was put into motion decades ago, maybe even almost 100 years ago.  We’re so used to it humming in the background that when the final stages come now for everything to ‘fall into place’, we suddenly jerk awake out of complacency in a fit of shock and rage and go What the heck???

Maybe my dad wasn’t a kook after all.  Maybe his fear of government control comes from having seen it in action, and his parents having been controlled by it.  He’s going to be 80 this year.  Odd, that’s about how long all this globalization stuff has been around, too.  You know, the One World Order thing that they call Trans-na-tion-al-ism now.

So you’re wondering where God’s cat fits in all of this.  It never occurred to Schrodinger that the cat itself is an observer.  It can breathe, it is alive… yet it doesn’t determine its own fate.  It sits there in a box, waiting to find out whether it is alive or dead, because no one will ever know until that box is open.  But wouldn’t the cat know?

We live in a state of society on the edge right now.  We could teeter over the edge into a whole new way of life, couldn’t we?  It could come surprisingly fast, and flip over so quickly that we’d adapt and go on like it was no big deal.  Complacency is nice that way.  As long as American Idol keeps coming on the tv set, no skin off our backs, right?  Um, assuming they’ll still ~allow~ us to dream that big…  Because once you flip society (as in Flip This House), you’ve got a different society.  Once the government tells you what to eat and how to raise your kids, what makes you think it won’t tell you what you can watch on tv?

You know WHY American Idol is so big?  Because the government WANTS you watching it.  That way you don’t notice the cat is dead.  Until a pulse bomb goes off over us and we lose everything digital and electrical long enough to panic a little.

You know, those dang North Koreans might just save us from ourselves.  That or an act of God.

There are only 46 people on that commission council.  Something to think about.

P.S  From my latest Glenn Beck newsletter.

Pravda: We the Sheeple?

Ouch — this one hurts. From Pravda, a Russian publication that understands a thing or two about Marxism, comes the article titled ‘American capitalism gone with a whimper’ which Glenn covered in hour 2 of the program. The article slams us as being ‘sheeple’ who are just following along as the economic foundation with which this country was founded and most successful under are being changed. Will we go down without a fight? ( Transcript, Insider Audio)

From June 3, 2009- kits, cats, sacks, and wives

I certainly got someone’s attention.  The Republic of Korea was all over this blog after my comment in my last post (God’s cat) about maybe it’s up to the North Koreans to save us from ourselves.

And you guys don’t think they’re really paying attention out there.  I can’t tell you how many times D.C. has crawled all over me after comments like “My dad thinks Obama is the anti-Christ”.

Those of you who follow this blog know I joke about the ‘end of the world’.  Maybe it’s time I told you what I really think the ‘end of the world’ is.  Before I start, rest in the assurance that I’ve been immersed in religious and political end time prophecies and conspiracy theories since I was born, which was nearly a half century ago, and I went on to get a sociology/anthropology degree covering the entire human race around the globe for the last 25,000 years, including world religions, political histories, social psychologies, ethnicities and cultures, population studies, geological, solar, and cosmological history and their impacts on belief systems, you name it, I’ve looked at it.  And to keep me on my toes, my father is a Mennonite (from the old Anabaptist), my father-in-law is a Jehovah Witness, I live in the Bible Belt, and I grew up with a mainstream Christian mother dragging me to church 3 times a week without fail.  For me to grow up questioning the validity of everyone else’s thinking was a real challenge and a half, but I’m not an easy sell, and I want ‘realer’ answers than someone telling me what they believe to be true.

There is a LOT of interest in the ‘end of the world’ right now.  It may not be a big thing on mainstream media, it’s not being sold in stores, but you definitely see it all over the internet.  There have been discussions about the Mayan 12-21-12 calendar date for several years, there are specials about Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce on the History Channel, economists and retired military officers (and even an ex-Jihadist) are coming out with books that talk about the gloom and doom that is inevitably coming in the near future, and the U.N. is gearing up for something really big, like becoming a world authority.  Radio preachers are talking about Christ returning (again), new agers are talking about the new Age of Aquarius upon us as our earth’s axis lines up with the Milky Way’s galactic center for the first time in 12,000 years (remember all the hooplah about the planets lining up a few years ago, or the meteors all crashing into Jupiter, or Y2K…), and oddly, for the FIRST TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY, they are all agreeing on the date.  12-21-12.  Five hundred years of human prophecy has NEVER been this huge, 1500 years of plagues and wars and famines have never been so globally dire, and “change” has come upon us in the midst of it all, on the cusp of all this prophecy.

Change.  We are seeing unprecedented economic and political change in the United States.  The change we are going through was done in Europe over 60 years ago, done in Russia even before that.  We’ve seen what this kind of change does, where it leads.  What will be different this time?

The poor cat in my last scenario is presented as not being in charge of its own fate, and its fate being sealed so that no one can know what it is without destroying the cat.  I proposed that the cat is an important figure as an observer, which was missed in the original quantum proposal.

I called the article “God’s cat”.  I indicated that the cat is stuck living with a person who is content to remain ignorant in a mundane repetitive negligence of looming disaster all around it.  So… who is the cat, really?  I said the person doesn’t represent a real person, the cat is obviously not really a cat.  The person is a society.  The tv in the room is a distraction away from truth (ironic since it’s media), and I said it would take an act of God (or North Korea) to save us from ourselves.  But why God’s cat?  Do I really think God is going to ‘do something’?  And who or what is the cat?

I’m going to save you all from the endless debates over all the details that come up around the word ‘tribulation’ between what my dad thinks and what Scott’s dad thinks and what miles of other Christian groups all around here think.  Tribulation might actually be upon us soon, but whether God is involved and whether the world actually ends is not where I’m going with this.

The first thing I want to do is get something real straight.  Calamity is inevitable.  The tsunami of Dec. 26, 2004.  Katrina.  Ike.  I just watched a show lately about the possibility of a volcano in the Canary Islands blowing one of the islands apart and quite realistically creating a tsunami that would take out the entire eastern coast of North America, with a crest as tall as the Sears Tower.  If you don’t think your city can be wiped out in mere minutes at any given moment, you’re stupid.

Let me say that again.  If you don’t think your city can be wiped out in mere minutes at any given moment, you are STUPID.

And that is just one of a whole list of very possible disaster scenarios that could happen at any time– acts of God, if you will.

The next thing I want to do is remind everyone that there is no way on this earth we can ever create a human utopia without controlling every person on the planet.  For militant Jihadists, that means wiping out all the Jews and Christians on the planet.  That is their utopia and their Allah-given directive.  For Hitler and many other political figures that are actually still pretty recent in human history, that meant controlling every jot and tittle of anything going on between their borders.  For U.S. citizens nowadays, that means shop till you drop, text and game till you sprain your thumbs, and watch television until your IQ falls below your belt line while ‘business’ is conducted privately.  Why do you think our government is telling us it has to rescue us through all this change and government programs?  Because they do not for one second believe you guys have the brains to do it yourselves.  You’re pathetic.  You have babies out of wedlock, wind up on welfare, drink yourselves into stupors, and most of you don’t have the education to better yourselves or hold jobs, so the government is going to take over and do it for you.  They’ll fix all this mess and show you how to live better lives, with the unspoken assumption that this is all YOUR fault, but that’s ok, they’ll help you back on your feet.  Never mind that a whole bunch of us are actually well educated and protesting this vigorously, which is waved off as us being racist against a black president, among many other slurs.  The joke over the last few decades is that China would own us someday.  The joke now is people realizing they already *do*.  Wanna read something scary?  Make it down this one and the hair on your arms goes up a bit.  Well, unless you really aren’t educated enough to have a clue what this means… US Gives China Eminent Domain Over US Property

Educate yourselves, people!!!!!!  This information is *at* *our* *fingertips*.  I am only one of hundreds of thousands who actually think about this stuff and are very alarmed at how quickly our sovereignty is going down a toilet.  You can believe in world peace and global warming and the spiritual power of crystals all you want, it’s not going to change the fact that you are *owned*.  You are not a free entity on this earth.
“The True Story of the Bilderberg Group” and What They May Be Planning Now

I happened to be rereading an old fiction book this spring, first published in 1945, and was increasingly horrified as I got further into the book page by page how descriptive the story was of what is happening with the Obama administration now…  I dare you to read this book and tell me that isn’t exactly how Acorn abused AIG and how MSNBC panders to Obama’s presidency.  If journalists and scholars in both the United Kingdom and Russia are trying to warn the United States of the road we’re going down, it’s because they’ve already taken that road, and they’re ~sorry they did~.

That Hideous Strength

But back on track here.  End of the world.  The end of anything is a change from the way it was.  Change, that’s a funny thing.  Obama ~promised~ change.  While the complacency of economic freedom in the form of easy housing loans, xboxes, flat screen tv’s, and a whole lot of new clothes kept us occupied the last few decades, we muttered about a few things.  The war.  Doesn’t matter which one, just pick one.  Recycling.  Well, a few people loved getting all enthusiastic about that one.  Reality shows.  Biggest water cooler talk in American history since sports came along.

What exactly ~is~ economic freedom?  I won’t stick a lecture here.  Just asking.

The global economy snuck up on us.  U.S. potato farmers were driven out by corporate farms.  Big family owned generational apple orchards were razed to the ground (literally) as the global shipping network drove them out of business.  Adapt or die.  Nearly anyone anywhere in the United States can now buy fresh fruit from a country a thousand miles away, fresh fish flown in from the ocean, ethnic foods from all over the world, and even casually shop for foods that only the elite could get just a handful of years ago.

And that’s just the food part.

So now all the rage is local farmer’s markets.  Home grown, organic, pesticide-free.  Everything from lettuce to goat cheese.  And looky looky at who wants to shut that all down.
Could the Food Safety Modernization Act of 2009 be the End to Farmers’ Markets  
National Animal Identification System  

You gotta be kidding me.  Anyone who grows a tomato plant or owns a chicken will invariably come up for ‘inspection’, imagine all the government jobs THAT will create.  All tagged animals will be tracked through GPS.  We actually still have cattle rustlers around here.  Funny that wasn’t brought up as one of the reasons we might need to track a heifer going to a sale barn.

From control – definition of control by the Free Online Dictionary

tr.v. con·trolled, con·trol·ling, con·trols

1. To exercise authoritative or dominating influence over; direct. See Synonyms at conduct.

2. To adjust to a requirement; regulate: controlled trading on the stock market; controls the flow of water.

3. To hold in restraint; check: struggled to control my temper.

4. To reduce or prevent the spread of: control insects; controlled the fire by dousing it with water.

5.

a. To verify or regulate (a scientific experiment) by conducting a parallel experiment or by comparing with another standard.

b. To verify (an account, for example) by using a duplicate register for comparison.

n.

1. Authority or ability to manage or direct: lost control of the skidding car; the leaders in control of the country.

2. 

a. One that controls; a controlling agent, device, or organization.

b. An instrument or set of instruments used to operate, regulate, or guide a machine or vehicle. Often used in the plural.

3. A restraining device, measure, or limit; a curb: a control on prices; price controls.

4.

a. A standard of comparison for checking or verifying the results of an experiment.

b. An individual or group used as a standard of comparison in a control experiment.

5. An intelligence agent who supervises or instructs another agent.

6. A spirit presumed to speak or act through a medium.

Change = end of what is now.  Control is needed for directed change.  The motive for change can be hidden under layers of proposed need for change. 

The question is- how is your little world going to end?  How is the big world supporting your little world going to end?  What is ‘end’?   I won’t do the dictionary thing again, but I think you’ll find it means a whole lot more than what you think it means.

Your world ends when change is so absolute that you can’t go back to how it was before.  You either then go on to remake your world, live in another world, or leave the world all together.  So the end of the world prophecies really are TRUE.  The date could be wrong, your idea of the end could be wrong, but sooner or later, everything you love and hold dear will be taken out of your hands, either by stealth or by violence.  It could be natural death, it could be a tornado, it could be a nuclear pulse taking out the United States economy in an eyeblink.  You have no control over it, you have no idea when it will happen, and you can’t just shut your eyes and think it won’t happen to you.  The end of the world is very REAL.

Semantics aside, back to me.  What do I really think the end of the world will be?  You know, the big world that supports all our little worlds.  Well, it’s not time for another ice age yet, which would devastate our continent.  They say Yellowstone is burping a lot more, and if that goes off it’ll impact most of the U.S. within hours or days.  There’s always possibility of a nuke or two.  Solar flares might take out our geosynchronous orbiting satellites, in which case there goes aviation, military, weather, emergency response, not to mention tv, cell phones, and computers.  A good solar flare could even take out our grid network, in which case land lines and electric will be out, as well.  It’s happened before.

What do *I* think is the end?  Losing the internet.  Losing the capability to drive 10 miles up a highway to a Walmart.  Not being able to see a doctor or get into a hospital if everything crashes.  Food becoming hard to get because our network of goods and services has stopped.  Water goes bad.  Money is useless.  People are freaking out.  There’s no way of knowing what the heck happened because there’s no tv, no radio, and all the batteries are dead.  I’m actually surprised some of this hasn’t happened already.  Actually, it happens all the time to people who live through natural disasters.

That stuff doesn’t bother me.  It’s just simply eventually inevitable.  What concerns me more urgently is how can we save the cat from certain death?

Poor cat.  That’s our U.S. Constitution.  Some people want to keep believing that another change in administration could correct all this ‘damage’ in about ten years.  Some people don’t want to believe this might possibly be the *last* administration, or rather, a more permanent one, conveniently calling on emergency crisis management to retain the office indefinitely.  Some people are starting to realize the cat could already be dead, or very near death.  How can we tell?  A few congressional leaders are racing the clock trying to stay ahead of destructive legislation with more legislation to stop it.  The U.N. is already final authority over our Supreme Court.  If the cat is alive at all in there, we need it to start yowling and fighting and tearing its way out of that box before someone opens the lid and exposes it to a final state.

Because you see, that cat is us.  We the People.

The end of the world as we know it is upon us.  It’s here.  Oh, you’ll probably just see another retail chain go out of business and probably buy one of the new GM cars designed by the government and not really bat an eye.  But I think you’ll notice when the monetary system changes.

What?  Oh, c’mon, surely you’ve heard the whole cashless society rumor.  It’s been around for ~years~.  My dad was predicting many years ago that all our government would have to do to flip us over to a cashless society is make money worthless.  Um… well, they’re doing that.
Cashless society by 2012, says Visa chief
Survive The Worst: Cashless Society by 2017
Cashless society? « Ideas from free minds

From Moving Toward a Cashless Society
“Possibly the most frightening aspect of the movement toward a cashless society is the emergence of technology that would allow a microchip to be placed in the human hand that would identify every human being on the planet and allow them to buy and sell without coins, paper or a card.

One expert on this new “biochip” technology charged that the U.S. government will introduce a national I.D. card, supposedly to end illegal immigration, that will extend into commercial activity. This card will be the last step before the government will move to place a biochip in the right hand of every American, said Terry Cook, a retired Los Angeles deputy sheriff and a former fraud investigator.

Already throughout the world, a number of biochip programs have been instituted on animals. In Los Angeles, the name of the program is INFOPET. In this program an I.D. chip is injected into animals in order to identify them. The chip is made by a Destron company based in Boulder, Colorado. Destron was taken over by Hughes Aircraft Corp. of southern California. Hughes is a major defense contractor of the U.S. government. Destron also has licensed computer giant Texas Instruments. These are the two largest manufacturers of this type of technology in the world.

Convenience or conspiracy, you decide. But like it or not the cashless society is on its way. Those who still disbelieve should go through their records asking themselves, “How did I make my last purchase, cash or credit?” “

Engineering a crisis to create a cashless society really isn’t that hard.  Jack around the interest rates, put out rumors to start buying up gold (why do you think they’re advertising so much to buy your gold?  THEY know the cash they give you will be worthless soon), start leaning on big business, reroute consumer thinking (global warming- good one), and before you know it, we ~already~ have many acres across several states full of wind turbines just sitting there, not even generating power because most of them aren’t even plugged in.  Looks good, though.  Looks proactive.  See, this plan has been in place a LONG time.

So, here we are, the end of the world.  As we know it.  I’ve been telling people the Golden Age of Hollywood is just about over.  No one really believes me.  Zimbabwe?  Practice.  You wanna see what’s gonna happen and how they’re going to orchestrate the whole world being rebooted all at once into World Order (globalization, transnationalism, yada yada), just take a look at how they ‘reconstructed’ and ‘rescued’ Zimbabwe.
Zimbabwe: Unity Government
Love this line.  “The U.S. will only consider new development assistance and easing of targeted sanctions when we have seen evidence of true power sharing as well as inclusive and effective governance.”  Uh-huh.  This after 10 million people were starving. Zimbabwe is close to full economic crash 

But we live over here, and that’s ~over there~.   Stuff like that isn’t going to happen in the U.S.  WE are ~special~.

My take on the whole end of the world thing is exactly that.  If Obama is executing a world plan and ignoring his own citizens, it’s OVER.  It’s so over.  He’s not saving America.  He’s gaining the world, along with probably a couple hundred other people who have been in on this thing for a looooong time.  He’s not ~the~ problem.  He’s just another conduit in a long line of conduits.  He just happens to be set in place about the time everything is ready to go.  Personally, I think that was engineered, too.

I blew off conspiracy theories most of my life.  Lately it’s blowing me away that ~everything~ my dad ever told me over the last 40 years is actually becoming REAL.  These aren’t conspiracy theories.  It’s one thing to talk about this stuff without having any education.  It’s another thing to run into educated people all over the ~world~ discussing this because it’s really happening.  I think we can go ahead and stop prancing around this ‘conspiracy theory’ apology.  When Russian, European, and Asian newspapers are calling it like it is and we’re AFRAID to admit we can actually see this because we’re terrified it’s really real and it’s really too late– guys… it’s too late.  How do you even fight it?  The entire country calling for a vote wouldn’t stop this train wreck now.  And that’s all we do any more now, isn’t it, sue for the right to bring up issues to vote on.  How much legislation has passed in the last 5 months without a single vote from an American citizen?  O-M-G.

And that’s what I’m talking about.  The only thing that will save us from ALL this now is either a nuke pulse or an act of God taking down the grid so our own government can’t enslave us.  And once that happens, we’ll be in a national state of emergency, martial law will be declared, and without instant communication across the nation any more (at least till they get something up again), that is going to be one big mess that will carve a new era in American dictatorship.  It’s really interesting that the Mayan calendar seems to be pointing right at the World Order time table…

And if you don’t think other countries have thought of doing this to us, you are STUPID.  They don’t want this happening to them any more than we want it happening to us.  If that’s where true world unity is born, we stand global citizens together against the tyrants that lie to enslave us for our own good.  The USA ~was~ the land of freedom.  You can’t look at us from the outside and call it that any more.

If you found this article to be a real downer, here’s some hope for ya.

Mayan Words & Wisdom OR 12/21/12 Here We Come…

Ok, back to 2014. I kind of think the cat trying to claw its way out of the box will have more to do with twitter than anything. I’d also like to add how easy it might actually be now to ‘reset’ since the big announcement that quantum computers will make digital security obsolete and we might wind up going back to the old ways… Irony at its best.

Back to 2022. 

I could write a fairly thick book about all the stuff I know now, but I'm not going to.

We The People can claw our way back to actual real FREEDOM FROM TYRANNY.

We don't do this by sitting in comfy chairs watching screens every day while we express our opinions on social medias and argue jots and tittles that we haven't source verified for ourselves. They conditioned us to be like this.

Break free. Walk away.

Change the world.

From a friend yesterday.