A Burned-Out Sky

Basking in the failure of Afghanistan

The Taliban wins the final hand

Soldiers running back and forth in the sand

Will only delay the final hand

 

Failed vaccines blamed on the infected

Scare tactics becoming worse than expected

Will a vaccine with a break-through mutation

Cause a resistant strain across the nation

 

Smoke sifting through the trees in the yard

Eyes that water, breathing hard

Taking time to rest a spell

No water from the dried-out well

 

Heat lid on the pot slamming down

But the other frogs don’t hear a sound

I croak at them that the flames have arrived

But they just roll onto their other side

 

Federal Reserve and their henchmen buying it all

Hard assets for paper to line our walls

No wasted space between the stalls

If the bedrooms are taken then sleep in the halls

 

Running low on the food supply

It’s hard to grow with a burned-out sky

 

But it gives the chem-trails a place to hide

 

  

Show and Tell

What would it be like if this site was taken down?  What would it be like if all sites even remotely resembling the content of this site were taken down?

What if all you were allowed to hear and see was what your government told you?  What if you never even heard a different story? 

The only way out is to pull from within.  And the ultimate test of what world you serve, the inner or the outer, is coming for us all.

At this stage, I am having some problems wasting my time discussing the same bullshit I’ve already worked through years ago.  We simply don’t have the time.  Being one step ahead of the gallows is cutting it close.

With that being said, I’ll miss the other sites when they’re gone as they have probably taught me more than I could ever teach them.  That’s because I choose not to discount the entire content of an article just because I don’t agree with aspects of it. 

Truth does not fear investigation.  And finding that truth is the only way out for any of us. 

 

 

Teacher: What do you want to be when you grow up, freefall?

Freefall: I want to be a contrarian despised by all.  I want to be a social pariah. 

Teacher: Will you make good money with your writing, freefall?

Freefall: I will make no money from my writing.  It would tempt me to join a group.  It would make no difference what group I would join; conservative, liberal, fascist, socialist, religionist…it matters little.  To join a group would result in calling forth the polarized mind of the masses, bringing many to my side as well as many opposed.

This would get my site popping.  This would increase my traffic and maybe I could even add a donation button at the top. 

But then it would become a business.  And when it becomes a business, those I had once seen as collaborators would then become my competitors.  And all of our mutual growth would come to an end.

Teacher: What do you think of those who see you as competition thereby limiting their own potential for collectively finding the way out?

Freefall: How can I not still see them as allies, in spite of our differences?  I am a contrarian; I am always at odds with others.  With them it is less than most.  They now find themselves under the same threat as me.

My job is to get them, especially them, to continue to question and investigate their beliefs.  For example, if we don’t make it past the medical tyranny coming down on us now, the name of any government on the other side will still be tyranny.  As a matter of fact, it has been the end result of all governments throughout history.  Perhaps it is time to seek something new. 

Teacher: So, you are basically doomed to be despised by those you most respect?

Freefall: That’s right.

Teacher: Sounds like a shit sandwich to me, kid.

Freefall: Maybe so, but it’s big enough for all of us to take a bite of these days.  

 

 

 

   

Over the Line

It’s amazing how my priorities continue to shift during this “Shock and Awe” phase of the pogrom.  I now consider my greatest imminent threat to be enforced vaccination. 

They say that war makes for strange bedfellows and I can see this one shaping up for me.  Not much need for masks when the bullets start flying. 

I would like to take this moment to thank the gutless wonders who are pushing for someone else to force these vaccines upon us.  This part of the cull could not be rolled out without you.  It reeks of the typical liberal love that always ends up hurting someone else.   

But at some point, the prison riots will ensue once again.  And we all know what happens to “jailhouse snitches” during these times.  Although my adherence to natural law precludes participation in such madness, it’s hard to have much sympathy for you.  You people are as evil as the tools who would enforce it. 

While humanity continues to be manipulated into killing each other off over manufactured calamities, most will never perceive the greater threats like economic and especially climate collapse until it is too late.

As far as you deluded souls mostly from the Left:  You’ve stepped over the line when it comes to other people’s bodies.  Break free from your hypocrisy or others will be stepping over yours before this is over.      

 

 

 

The Unseen World

From the start of this Plandemic, I have known that this is the beginning of their End Game, and that most of us are probably not going to be around for very much longer. 

All the collective has to pull from are the failed systems of the past, with the vultures hovering over Capitalism and the destitute awaiting the austerity of Communism.  It may keep you from “sleeping in your shoes,” but quality of life for the majority of the rest is going to take a nose-dive. 

The vaccine Nazis want the “anti-vaxxers” to be held down and injected with the venom.  One day, a person appears to be rational and the next (with a little pull of their emotional strings) they become raving maniacs. A nation of compliance junkies wanting Big Daddy government to do their dirty work.  Anything but face the fact that “We’re screwed!”  What good are your vaccines if you so fear the unvaccinated?

The booster is coming soon, slaves.    It will be about the same time that the MSM can no longer hide the fact that these vaccines are worse than useless, being neither safe nor effective at preventing this disease.  I’m waiting for these vaccinated zombies to be lit up by 5G microwaves that will make them no longer able to function in an intelligent way.  Judging by their current behavior, they may be running some beta tests already.

As we all continue our descent into madness, the nastiness of those pushing their repetitive historically failed systems makes it difficult for any real headway to be made concerning our problems.  The comment boards have degenerated from rational discussions in the mornings to the hyperbolic spurious nonsense of drunkards at night making the trolls redundant. 

Smoke weed; a Grade A treatment for right brain atrophy.  You may even begin to understand what the author is really trying to say.

The way out can only be found in the unseen world.  In order to access it fully, we must be willing to admit we have been wrong as well as experiencing the natural sorrow for the horrific damage to everyone and everything on this planet that has been caused due to our willful ignorance.  Don’t let any of the nonsense to be found in the holy books detract from this natural experience of true awakening that must be traversed for any renewal of the mind towards something better. 

On the bright side, even if the answers don’t arrive on time, we will still be aboard the proper ride into eternity.      

     

  

Too Big to Hide

I was watching the US play Iran in basketball at the Olympics.  It reminds me why there are no “Join the military” commercials during the station breaks, although these same repetitive advertisements permeate the airwaves during the NBA and NFL games.  The only commercial content similar for all of these games are athletes pushing (legal) drugs; but the Olympians are even more shameless.  Their jobs don’t usually pay as well, so get it while you can, and use your own disease for profit.      

It must be difficult to compete against someone whose family members have been killed in your name for no good reason.  Save the “Support the troops” spiel for after the Olympics.

The trauma bombs keep dropping here at home.  I can’t help but think the mental issues that Simone Biles is dealing with has something to do with the monster that sexually abused her.   

In spite of it all, I like the Olympics.  It reveals the evolution of the human body as world records continue to be broken all the time.  If only the same could be said for the advancement of the human spirit.

Watching the comradery with athletes even between those of other nations gives me a good feeling inside, like we still have a chance.  Our common enemies are the governments preparing their next event under cover of these games. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the moratorium on paying back the bankers is drawing to a close.  Their trillions fed back to them at taxpayer expense in the form of bailouts early on can’t last forever.  Now their enforcers are going to throw people out into the street resulting in becoming a bonafide Third World Country. 

If the Olympics ever make it back to America, the dark social and economic underbelly may be too big to hide behind the false-front pageantry of the Games.   

 

 

 

 

   

Dissipation of our Limitations

By all accounts, the life-expectancy of the average human over the next decade or less is going to drop off the table.  They now have a potent enough virus to frighten most into taking the vaccine.  But the truth is that many of us are probably dead either way. 

Those too far Right will flaunt themselves before this mutation of virus as they did the last one.  But many more will perish for it this time.

The radicalized Left will push for government mandates for these experimental vaccines.  I think that this could light the fuse for the next civil war.   

In other words, our future looks about as grim as anything I can imagine.

And yet, I am not without hope.  Not about anything going on around me, but about something going on within me.

I’ve been watching the Olympics and two things about the athletes have struck me.  The ones who are most successful reach their peak performance during this time.  And when one of them has done something never accomplished before, others will soon follow.

I know that others are beginning to feel it too; a sense of dissipation of our limitations.  

Shove your bioweapons.  Shove your weather modification.  Shove your phony money supply.  Shove your wars and your threats of eternal damnation by your vile religions.

I don’t care what pie-in-the-sky solution we can come up with right now; this is not the time.  This is the time to rebel against what they are bringing in even if it kills us. 

Are you not stocked up with necessities that will last you a number of months?  Why did you not see this coming?  It is this parasitical government that needs to be starved out.    

If we’re not willing to make the commitment to not serving this evil system anymore no matter what even without knowing what awaits on the other side, then we will receive the fate of the faithless, never attaining the level of consciousness that could rise above all of these problems.   

The 100^th monkey needs to take his hand out of their cookie jar.  He’s probably holding on to a hand grenade anyway.    

 

Electric Dreams

Beautiful dreamer

Wake unto me

Come take a look

At all this misery

 

Dutiful dreamer

Returning from war

Now you can join

The migration of poor

 

Beautiful dreamer

Eyes full of wool

Without dreams of heaven

Then hell hath no pull

 

Beautiful dreamer

Electric hive-mind

What is it that calls you

Through the sands of time

 

What is it that calls you

Through the sands of time