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

 

 

  

Mastered by War

It’s really our own fault.  Believing all their bullshit. 

The Northwoods Document is simply not mentioned as there is no way to cover for it. 

A single “Commie-turned-patsy” shot a bolt-action rifle with semi-auto speed and bolt-action accuracy killing a moving target at distance. 

Torpedoes in the Gulf of Tonkin singing a scary song as they passed by unobstructed. 

A “sheep-dipped” soldier blowing out the side of an FBI building in which only children were killed. 

The government protecting the children from their parents by killing both the children and their parents. 

Lie after lie justification for invasion and occupation of countries in the Middle East on behalf of a foreign country.  We used to call that treason before brainwashed idiots made it into a religion. 

Killing people to protect them from being killed by others is a common theme.  And before the Left thinks it’s the other side’s fault regarding these endless wars, let’s talk about Obama.  You had eight years to demand for troop withdrawal from all of these countries.  You didn’t even push hard enough to close Gitmo.  Pathetic. 

We know that Biden was a perennial corporate sell-out and Zionist stooge well before his current job as demented clown-puppet. Many of his supporters will be thrown out into the street soon revealing his true allegiance. 

Seriously, how do we not deserve this?  I would really like to know how anyone still supporting any of these killer clowns and their wars of aggression is not complicit in their own demise?

The only way out is to go from hubris to humility.  True awakening comes with suffering, and suffer we will.  There are no innocent victims here.

With that being said, let me tell you who you really are:

Those on the Right are meant to be the protectors of our society both at home and abroad.  Tyrants and bullies don’t disappear outside America’s borders.  They are the “mind” that are meant to follow logic and reason instead of orders as well as the defenders against the evils of this world.

Those on the Left are meant to be our hearts of empathy and compassion.  They seek beauty over destruction and possess the creativity to open the mind to new dimensions manifesting as a more peaceful existence.

Within the individual, we are meant to develop both of these qualities.  When these qualities are in balance, we have harmony.  But when these qualities are severely imbalanced, they can be used to destroy each other due to their inherent limitations.   

Kindness is seen as weakness to those devoid of a heart center of the divine feminine.  But making excuses for some group of politicians getting away with this sort of behavior by feeding you the lies you long to hear is a weakening of the divine masculine.

If we are to survive as a species, we need the best of what we have to offer.  We should take the best qualities of those who have come before us and drop the rest as evolution must discard the old in order to move forward.  

Nobody knows where this will lead as it will be something we have never seen before.  And what you have to add is a piece of the puzzle through an authentic perspective that will coalesce for all when enough of us are ready for it. 

But we have to drop the old and wait in the darkness for awhile until we receive further instructions.  This would be the most merciful response to our penance as no one gets away with generations of genocide unscathed. 

The next war currently being orchestrated is the one at home.   If humanity cannot find their balance, I assure you that karma will restore it no matter how great the cost.  As it currently stands, if America wants to see its future, take a look at the results of the countries destabilized by our invasions and occupations. 

It’s our turn now.      

Space Station Number 9

The movers and the shakers

Are getting into line

They’re fighting over window seats

To Space Station Number 9

 

There goes the software manufacturer

With the man selling electric cars

But if the public pays for it

The windows should have bars

 

Throw in some sports team owners

And presidents of banks

Politicians aren’t the only ones

Thrown into the ranks

 

Include all the billionaires

Who profit and thrive

While their greatest discoveries

Are the brains they buy

 

Take the bones of Prince Philip

And Leona Helmsley

And start a new religion

Where the star-riders can flee

 

Make it a one-way ticket

For these bastards to take

And I’ll pay with my taxes

Without a complaint

 

But I know in the end

That it’s all a pipe-dream

The aliens would never allow it

It seems

 

“You break it, you bought it”

They say with a grin

“We’ve got enough fuck-ups of our own

To take any more in”

 

 

 

 

Seeds Choked Out by Weeds

For those of us who have made the request and commitment to face the truth no matter what, it’s important to have at least a general idea of what to expect in the very near future.  No matter whether we see it coming or not, it’s going to be surreal when it arrives.  But we won’t be the ones jumping off buildings or having that “deer in the headlights” look trying to come to terms with the fact that they have just lost everything that they held in value. 

In the first wave of our approaching doom, it’s not the manufactured polarization of the public due to political or religious differences that will be the biggest threat to our survival.  It will be the prepared vs. the unprepared. 

As I’ve written from the beginning of this Plandemic, they will get us to exchange our liberties for necessities.  Long-term food and water storage is essential to not being forced to move with the violent and desperate masses, especially early on as they pick the bones clean from the businesses in this collapsing society.  Moving in your own time instead of theirs is essential to not becoming another statistic. 

My preparation helps me sleep better at night.  I would have much more stress and anxiety in my life had I not put my resources into this endeavor.  It’s one thing to see what’s coming.  It’s another to do something about it before it arrives.  Most remain seeds choked out by weeds. 

There are no guarantees, but I know that I have done what I could.  The alternative is to become a beggar or a looter--and I don’t want to go out that way. 

I think we are now in the eye of the storm, and I feel strongly that they are going to manufacture another crisis very soon.  Lifting the moratorium on paying back the bankers for their real estate loans will result in millions being thrown out into the street.  It’s happening in some areas already.

At some point, the property buyer (not owner when they still owe the banks) and renter will be given a choice of universal basic income.  But the terms will be total and complete obedience to the system.

Don’t want to take your tenth booster shot after increasingly having problems with the other nine?  Take the shot or you will not receive your next UBI payment.

Don’t want to give up your guns?  What about in exchange for food?

Everybody is coming out thinking that the virus has run its course and everything is just fine.  If we are indeed done with it (and I hope that we are), get ready for their next big thing to put our lives in even more turmoil, especially with their proposed solutions that are ready to be unleashed.

Personally, I’m going to get out into nature as much as possible with the time left as I figure that the forests out here will soon be on fire once again. 

Adaptability to change is needed by the day.  At some point, it could be needed by the hour.  Or the minute.  Or the moment.  

During these times, it is best to face the “good” and the “bad” things going on around us with some equanimity.  Otherwise, one is left riding the emotional roller coaster of their minds with the propagandists at the controls.

As we continue to await the approach of “Hologram Jesus and the Space Aliens,” the only real savior resides in a little pine cone located in the center of our minds. 

 

 

Alien Reject

Put a skyhook on my tiny home

To rise above the combat zone

Astral travel’s the life for me

No more Earthling misery

Sorry Jesus, I can’t wait no more

The world is falling into war

The house is now lifting

I fall to the ground

The rush of wind

Is the only sound

With a solid landing

I open the door

“What did you bring me back here for?”