Diary of a Madman

Sometimes I wish that I was living in another country than America, so my emotional ties to what Donald Trump does or says he’s going to do would loosen and I could look at him more objectively. 

The way he should be viewed is behind glass and treated as a poisonous reptile. 

Trump’s overriding ability to tell both truth and lies without the listener knowing which is which is why he is currently president.  He is the embodiment of the spirit of confusion, the center of the storm for the American people as well as the rest of the world.  He is an even greater threat than the virus because we all know for a fact that he exists.

But first and foremost, we must always remember that Trump is really nothing more than a tool.  He is an empty husk propped up by the money masters due his ability to confuse and confound. 

And now he’s being kicked to the curb.  The irony is that the very media that created him is now destroying him by simply turning off his microphone.

Does this mean that we are transitioning from the chaos phase to the control phase?   This could very well be the case.  But I always thought that it would be Trump that would be the strongman face behind the tyranny.  And we have so much more coming.  

We are now in uncharted waters and sneaker waves abound.  Dollar collapse prior to transitioning between presidents could result in a coup.  Hitler was declared Chancellor only after collapse of their deutschmark.  Of course, this would only be another staged event because the coup has already taken place as both presidents are owned by the same foreign entity.

Another interesting thing going on right now is how Trump is throwing U.S. body parts away to Israel while the Zionist-controlled media is ignoring him out of existence.  Something doesn’t add up here.  

Yet another problem with having Trump remain president has to do with vaccine mandates.  Many of his supporters are against vaccinations while Trump pushes vaccines.  Sooner or later, cognitive-dissonance hits the brick wall of reality.  Perhaps the prognosticators knew that this could cause dissention among the Republican ranks.  Now this obstacle appears to have been removed. 

And what will become of the Trump?  I can’t believe that he will just fade away.  But even if he does, it only means that he has served his purpose.  The next phase is the brick wall. 

 

 

 

Astral Travel for Spiritual Separatists

As we move closer towards our next Civil War, it’s important to understand how we came to find ourselves here.  Our presidents have been lying us to death. 

We cannot fully understand our dilemma unless we go back to what occurred on 9/11/2001.  On that day, America was attacked by its own government.  It is also the day that the allegiance of our government was completely handed over to another at our great expense.  Absolute power for the elites and religious treason by their mindless minions is where we find ourselves now, and the very populace currently being destroyed from its after-effects are calling it God’s will (while blaming the unbelievers).  

I’ve called it “Nihilism with a Christian crash pad” before but it’s really death-cult Zionism that literally hates the Christ Consciousness.  Don’t believe me?  What Christ-like qualities does Trump possess?

At least have the guts to call yourself what you really are, you damn traitors.  Your Savior Trump sees goodness as weakness, a predatory trait of your depraved god.  Maybe he’ll nuke us all before his Jewish (not Russian, not Chinese) banker masters call in their markers.  What more of a god-like action could he take?

Scofield and Darby are poking Jesus with a stick trying to get him back down here before we are all obliterated.  Satan’s vaporizer is nuclear radiation and we are his exhale. 

On the other side, a mental defective who can’t keep his hands-off children even in public is going to lock us all down again.  People will be shot by uniformed thugs for not wearing masks and the prime focus by the news will be on race. 

As for the 21^st Century Political-Celebrity Cult Worshippers on both sides, you’re all a bunch of nincompoops and most of those who have been trying much longer than I have to wake you up are no longer wasting their time.  

Where do we go from here, those of us who have had enough of it all? 

Astral travel for spiritual separatists is just around the corner.  Passengers come in all shapes and sizes, colors and genders.  They no longer count their treasures here on earth--but that’s not a marketing technique by your government to find contentment in your squalor.  It’s about being true to yourself. 

To violate natural law as well as supporting those who do is what disqualifies us from taking flight.  For the space-ship is powered through our energy, and a lack of focus of that energy, a wasting of it, is what’s causing us to crash rather than to rise. 

All the dead weight without the buoyancy of true awakening continues to keep us down.  Wake up or you will soon be jettisoned.

And by the way, all “self-hating” Jews will be flying First Class.   Being ostracized by your own people is the price of the ticket.  And that goes for all of us.      

Where we are going is not so much a place as it is a state of mind.  I can’t describe what it will be like but I can tell you what it’s not.  One cannot access the wellspring of its eternal energy through anyone or anything outside of yourself.  

The next phase arrives when enough individuals consciously come together filling the gaps of this grand mosaic providing true meaning to our lives, creating an authentic and enlightened pathway deeper into the cosmos for all that would follow.    

Welcome to the evolution.   

 

 

Selfless Subjugation

The prisoners were let into the yard for their daily exercise routine.  Their frustration had continued to grow throughout the previous months.  A new gang leader had been elected.

The prisoners that had wanted to continue with having the other gang leader running their lives (just as he had for the last four years) were angry.  His supporters thought that the winning gang leader had cheated to win and were shouting their derision at the other prisoners. 

The guards watching it all unfold could only chuckle.   Just a word from their warden and they would significantly diminish the number on both sides. 

Their job was to just follow orders; no need to overthink it.  They were all a bunch of criminals down there anyway.  Why would any one of them not cheat to win? 

Gazing down from his window overlooking the guards and onto the prison yard, the warden could almost sense the tension between the inmates.  He knew that the next prison riot was at hand.  All that was left was to decide when the guards would be ordered to intervene.  

Had the other gang leader been elected once again, the warden knew that the riots would have already begun.  But starving the prisoners out would eventually accomplish the same goal.  That the prisoners could somehow be duped into believing that their misery had anything to do with each other was why they were the prisoners and he was the warden.

But now the warden was stuck with another problem.  The gang leader who had lost the election wanted to form a splinter-group apart from the rest of the prison population. 

The warden was at first angry at the hubris of a mere prisoner thinking that he could dictate terms to those in charge of the prison system.  But the warden knew that it was his own fault.  He had allowed the gang leader too much power over the other prisoners and he had become greedy for more.  But the warden also knew that as long as he had control over the guards, no revolt would be successful.  Any sort of violent action would only result in the prison administrators’ being successful in accomplishing their agenda.

And the agenda was, of course, to cull the prison population down to a more manageable size.  The prison administrators were very clear about that and the warden knew that he could easily be replaced if he didn’t go along with what they wanted. 

Sometimes the warden wondered if his situation was any better than those down there.  But memories of the prisoners slaughtering each other with the guards cleaning up the mess afterwards all due to his gang leaders’ manipulations soon made him begin to feel better.   

The warden then saw something in the prison yard that he could not at first believe.  He observed many prisoners coming in through the walls!

Yes, they appeared somewhat transparent, but even at that distance he could see these apparitions materializing in great numbers. And so could the other prisoners.

And then the warden understood.  These ghostly figures were those who had fought in the prison yard before and had all died on the inside.  They were the ancestors of those about to once again be turned upon each other.  These apparitions told the prisoners of the mistakes they had made due to believing the lies told to them by the “authorities” of the prison system.    

These ghosts told them that it was the guards that were really the most abject of slaves as there were many guards who had been there longer than the prisoners.  Only the guards would remain inside the prison walls of their own accord. 

And then those in various colored uniforms came through the walls.  These apparitions had been the guards killed in the prison yards both here and abroad.  They warned them of the approaching horror of watching their own progeny being enslaved under the very system that they had so blindly served.

In a moment of stark clarity, this entire circle of slaughter was emblazoned upon the consciousness of everyone in the prison yard.  And everyone knew that both the guards and the prisoners were slaves of a system that now wanted them dead. 

The prisoners and the guards processed it all as quickly as it was revealed, and a sad soft laughter could be heard moving across the crowd.  They now understood their folly of tying themselves to this endless cycle of selfless subjugation enforced by their own hands.  Some of the guards and the prisoners even exchanged their costumes in hopes of cheating the wheel of its next spin.  They now knew the way out.

The apparitions then took the hands of those still of flesh and blood and they simply walked out of the prison.  It was no great feat as no prison wall could hold anyone for long without being guarded.  And now the future of those who were once prisoners and guards was limited only by their imagination. 

As for the warden, all of his power had been drained from him, for his only strength had been his ability to steal the power of others.  It was then that he knew the same fear of so many of his previous prisoners. 

The administrators would not be pleased about having empty prisons.    

 

 

Build Something Better

Looks like Biden just won in Transylvania; er, I mean Pennsylvania.  That put him over 270.  Of course, the election will be contested. 

Finally, a chance for Trump to break free from his federal government restraints!  No rebel worth his salt could do otherwise.  It’s hard to sell two opposing Presidents of the Union if you’re manufacturing Civil War 2.0.  This requires at least a semblance of consistency. 

It’s like looking at an empty page trying to figure out what someone else is about to write.  With so many possibilities and technological tools at our government’s disposal, anything discussed regarding their future actions is speculation. 

Those running the show have always been a step ahead of us--it’s what comes with playing defense all the time.  There are only so many punches that can be blocked and sooner or later we get punched in the face.     

But speculate we must if we wish to make a sport of it.  Let’s start with the riots that will probably begin in earnest after dark.  It makes me think of Elton’s “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting.”  As usual, perfect timing for these election results.

Will Biden’s bums burn down the cities in celebration or will Trump’s chumps start the damage this time?   Most likely and as usual, they will be played off each other with the fringes on the Right responding to the wanton destruction of the fringes on the Left.  But trying to figure out just how crazy the lunatic fringe is on either side is a sucker’s bet.  

I can’t believe anyone could actually think their lives are going to get better with either of these clowns running them, although my greatest hope is that there will soon come a time when Trump will “just go away” and I don’t have to listen to him or his lies anymore.  

As for Uncle Joe, they’re going to have to build a broom closet where he can hang upside down and watch the world go by along with his demented mind.  Although the “miracles of modern medicine” have propped him up thus far, he looks to be fading fast and as far as I know, brain transplants have yet to be perfected.  

That leaves Kamala to take her orders from the CFR.  Maybe she can have Hillary as an advisor?

But I don’t believe that we are going to have a “Peaceful transition of power.”  I think that this close election (whether results being real or manufactured) will cause even greater divisiveness justifying more violence by government in response to the actions of the mob until we are all put in lockdown for reasons other than just the virus.

We now find ourselves in a potentially very dangerous environment.   And it could be that tonight’s the night for the next phase of their agenda. 

The only way to stop it is by not showing up.  We resolve nothing from our violence other than a violent response.  And peaceful protesters or those celebrating Biden’s victory could end up getting the same as the paid-off provocateurs.   Let the destroyers be the ones to eat lead.

Be patient.  It’s all rotting from within anyway without any of our help.  Just stand aside and let it collapse.  This will provide no justification for government retaliation.

Have a little faith that we can build something better on the other side rather than becoming an implement of our own destruction.  Our actions determine our future.  Best to move in our time and not theirs.  And stop worshipping clowns!

House of Mirrors

“Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, one by one.”
― Charles MacKay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

I’m about to write something that makes everything else I’ve written before look like the rantings of a fool:  I can’t say for sure that the coronavirus even exists. 

There, I’ve said it.  After over 8 months, I still don’t know much of anything about this possible potential killer.  I don’t know all of the effects to the mind and body.  I don’t know if masks even work in the long-term but just end up making us susceptible to other diseases due to weakening our immune systems.  I have yet to know anyone personally who has had the virus.  

This doesn’t mean that I don’t believe it exists.  It does mean that it is a belief and not a verifiable fact for me.  Of course, I would be fine with not ever knowing for sure if or when this thing makes its exit.  At this stage, what is really just around the corner could very well be a cliff.   

I don’t know if world leaders are working in collusion to cull those from their own countries while scaring us with stories of upcoming wars abroad.  I don’t know how to keep a world from heading towards destruction.  I don’t even know how to get out of its way.

Since I don’t know anyone who sees things exactly the same way that I do, I don’t know who to trust.  This is why so many of us do not often come together.  We’ve lost sight of our priorities.  Don’t worry; we will be forced to find them again if we wish to survive.  At all stages of our so-called awakening, we must get past our petty differences and focus on the common enemy.  The problem lies with how deeply the alternative community has been infiltrated by the other side.  Something else that I don’t know.    

In any case, there are other things that I do know.  And just like the things that I don’t know, I cannot prove all of them.  I don’t care if I can prove them or not.  I just know.    

I know that there is a God.  I know this due to my own life experiences and the timely lessons I have received as well as the suffering I have endured for not taking them to heart.  So the lesson was presented again…and again…and again.  Is it not the same for you, dear reader?

I know that the nature of the god I was force-fed as a child is not the true nature of God.  Otherwise, I would probably be voting for our current president who appears to reflect many of OT Demon’s personal qualities. 

I also know that all forms of government eventually collapse due to their own corruption.  Those who thirst for power over others always end up crawling to the top of the trash heap.  This is a fact that history has now proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.  Call it by any name you like, in the end, government always leads to slavery.

I know that we can never heal as a country unless we are willing to see where we went wrong.  If you don’t know what that is by now, keep watching the show.  It’s the same thing that we brought to so many elsewhere for no good reason.  Blitzkrieg.  Shock and Awe.  You get the idea.  Then again, hypervigilance can make contemplation rather difficult.

We are born into a veritable “House of Mirrors” where our most essential guides unknowingly lie to us because they believed the lies told to them.   But our leaders know very well that they are lying.  They take their strength from their constant exploitation of these children of lost souls.   

Now go out and vote for them.