Month: November 2021

I must say, there is a major disconnect between the interactive world experienced outside the door, and the world described by the news of the world. The pandemic overlay definitely is influencing the context of life’s experience, but the actual face to face stuff defies the imminent disaster that we’re told we risk by not following the “safety” rules. High impact news overloading, definitely has a dissonance effect that has developed over the long haul. Chicken Little would eventually lose the ear of those he was warning of the falling sky. (Which, by the way, is actually more severe than Covid.) So, the doom sayers have their say, while more and more of us go our way. There’s also the farcical aspect. You know, people that don’t seem to grasp the concept, and remove their masks to sneeze an uncovered sneeze. It’s kind of sad. It’s very funny, and it’s the reality.

Unpredictabilities are what result from plans that are pushed by the human will of control. Things will not go as planned. Applying more control pressure succeeds in creating to greater irregularities and deformities, and each individual has a tolerance point for mania. Then comes the crack. Then comes the split. There’s a difference between being defiant and being true. It may have seemed defiant to not put my hand in the door jam while you were standing there ready to slam the door, but I’d seen this trick before, and truly did not want my hand slammed by that door. Reckoning is at hand. There is an obvious schism, and serious split from the multi phase full court press being applied to the membership of our world. It’s noticeable, also, that the talking heads delivering the warning messages are disingenuous. Not at all, at any point, have societal, or media, figures appeared to actually care about those they’ve been addressing. With all due respect, when it comes to actually finding an affective path through this thing called life, thank you societal leaders for your input. Now I have a much better idea of which way to not go. Time to split.

A very soft, lightly colored pulse was pumping into the ether. It was emanating from a very slight domo, tucked into the most inconspicuous spot. Though lacking attention catching volume, the steadiness of the signal got it noticed above suspicions. Gradually it became comfortably familiar. Familiar like an old friend. It was recognized to be uninterrupted. The soft signal could always be sensed, in spite of all the other continuously changing polar events, and vacillating happenings. It was reliable. The colored pulse kept pumping with the rhythm of ageless pastel bright, into the fluid of the atmosphere all about. It is a sacred space which holds the domo. The signal seeking it’s lone. The wave pressures would reach our tissue fondly. Remote aches dissolved in an embrace of delicate cover now holding each lovely. As the broken hearts, of each of the lost, cried despair, the pulsing soft signal provided it’s most profound meaning. Broken hearts heal with the love prayed through the domo. Get well. Get well. You are loved.

An unquantifiable, unmitigated, catastrophic disaster is taking place. It is the official, recommended, encouraged, and executed drug injection of children. The images of this taking place are gut wrenching and heartbreaking. On levels psychologic, metabolic, and soul there is a crying grief laden lament. No!!

Because the ultimate collapse of failed systems must climax in failure, these control happenings must run their course. It is an extremely difficult process to witness. I will never forget getting permission, during this covid pandemic, from the nursing home to visit a convalescing loved one. Watching the administrator point the thermometer gun at my daughter’s head was stunning. It struck me that this, new common practice protocol, behavior is traumatizing to see. It is a sense shock thing. There is a deliberate programming element designed to normalize the sight of watching one person point a gun at another’s head while you passively stand there and do nothing. Progressive desensitization orders are an infection. This conditioning is mass production crushing of natural visceral responses to preeminent danger. It has been, and continues to be, promoted and pushed. Healthy responses to obvious wrongs are being obliterated. We are all at the mercy of failing systems. The external failures are the obvious indicators of internal ones. Not recognizing the noose going around the neck is the confusion about why suddenly it’s so hard to breathe. Now the next image comes up. Kids in hazmat settings being shot up in high profile displays of obedience. The fact that this doesn’t set off survival instinct alarm bells all over the place is big evidence that the conditioning of desensitization is mighty advanced. This is an advanced dilemma.

As we collectively circle the drain in a vapid whirlpool of whatever black hole is sucking us in, the pace of event processing has accelerated from allegory, to fantasy, to rumor, to exposition, to exclusive, to privilege, to common place, to taken for granted, to reliance, to suspect, to dangerous, to ominous, to blinding. The gore of the prostituted official world grabbing incessantly at the attention and belief of as many travelers that it can is constant. Officially pushing kids into disease behind their parents mental impressions has shattered a natural dam of tolerance, sacrifice, and trust. These incredibly distopic images of kids sitting politely nervous in inoculation station hot seats, surrounded by personnel that appear to be dressed for decommissioning Fukushima Daiichi have presented images reserved only for terroristic fables. Monumental wrong is arrived in full. Put a mark down for independent and critical thought. There have been shrinking levels of cooperation with the modern world, now it is ever increasing levels of determined civil disobedience.

A great wonderment of reality is that most of it is unrealized. Cycles of beginning and end, end and beginning are perpetual. Every end is a beginning. Healing is real, so injury never goes untreated, however, the price in sacrifice is supreme when hurtful attacks become as sublime as they are right now in the medical military industrial techno psycho beast environment in which earth, and it’s inhabitants now reside. With each injurious injection there is a seal. The fate of enduring suffrage, contempt, longing, and reprieve hangs in the balance of our collective endurance of intolerable circumstantial procession. Just because there does not appear to be a workable solution that can be met with a unified harmonious agreement, does not mean it doesn’t exist. Favor shared is favor earned. Over the precipice of calamity is the high point of potential for hope. One is never closer to the top than when they are crashing onto the bottom. A remarkable example of our last innocence is the low down form of kids surrounded by doctors, nurses, and parents surrounding them while they team up to forcibly inoculate. King Herod would be envious of this success. In another time and space it’s a terrible tragedy, and the catalyst for freedom that only we, one at a time, and together, can flip the on switch for. Pull up the news and current events. See the kids there? Well?! Really!?

The king had had his way for a long time. For all the authority, the last word had been heard. The clamoring clacking racket had worked to deafen the ears of over exposed peoples from here to eternity. The oppressive demand and command atmosphere broke with the relief of ignorance. The king had had his say.

All of a sudden, no-one was listening to the king. A massive coincidental current events circuit overload has resulted in an instant collective deafness. Dawn breaks!! What do you know!? This is a freedom happening! Not being focused on following orders all the time is freeing. As it turns out, the king, and the king’s court, have been collecting the attention of people everywhere. Along with the attention goes energies, thoughts, ideas, creativity, dreams, and will. A humongous amount of liberty is restored with this disconnection snap. An entire cultural redirect results from the simple difference of, “Did you hear what I said?” to “Did you hear something?” So long, for now, to the king’s dominance of control for the comings and goings of the kingdom. As it turns out, the king is impotent, and the court is sycophantic. The only juice they’ve got is the juice their subjects give them, and today that’s none. Today no one listened to the king. The king’s ration went to zero. Everything has changed.

Butterfly effects are very interesting to ponder. The what if phenomena is generally relegated to supposition and hypothesis. Today, however, a gestalt bubble was pricked by innocent timely fate. Pop!! Double jeopardy for the king. A prime objective for the ruler has been to control the subjects. The court works to make the subjects dependent on the civic systems of the kingdom’s control. The cosmic twist is that it is the king’s over dependence on the strategy that has created in a wide open hole of vulnerability. Either the the people do what they’re told, or the king goes weak. The natural response to the over bearing demands of King Takeitall has created dissonance, and tone deafness. The orders have gone unheard. No one listened to the king today, and the free bird of liberty took flight. There’s no catch phrase that can reel it in right quick. It’s a good bet that tomorrow the barking of kingly orders is going to resume. Anybody listening?