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Once seen, there’s no way to un-see or un-realize the present truth. Fear trauma and normalcy warping headlines now hang like trappings on a bulletin board. The former supposed reporting authority has been tossed up. The new news compartment for traditional journalism sources isn’t just propaganda; it’s truth inverter. All information is being twisted by filters of mind control purpose. No one is trusted, or allowed, by the print bosses, or social captains, to think freely. The news isn’t fake; it’s twisted. Modern day reporting is accurate in this real way; what is isn’t, what isn’t is, what’s marginalized should be emphasized, and what’s dismissed is essential. The blame game is rigged with those screaming crime the loudest being the most guilty., and the righteousness of the blamed is tectonic. Indeed those that are suggesting, demanding, that they be trusted are penultimately untrustworthy, and the subtleties of having progressed to this place of one hundred percent complete hijack of traditionally trusted information sources are beyond bound. The subtleties of the science mind controls potentials are astronomical. Traditional journalism at this point is a pass at your own risk trip. Read critically, I find hope in the twisted reporting. Recently I saw the article of the hawk killing chicken that had been a lonely woman’s best friend. Hmmmm…

The article about the bird on bird attack was a source of terrific optimism. Algorithmically there is nothing in the news that is done arbitrarily, or without purpose. In this case, the vilification of a subject operating instinctually in the natural world is the point. Identifying the innocent victim of a sad random act of nature is another point. Catalyzing feelings of unfairness in this situational equation is the objective. The reason I find this particular story is a stout stalwart of hope and enterprise is because of who the villain is. All beings have their brave power characteristics. Members of the modern world are lacking some mighty important ones. Honor, intuition, and courage are right at the top of the list of what we could all use much greater capacities of. These traits among peoples are a very real threat to the BS narration of civilization in this modern time. Ironically enough, these happen to be the traits of the hack that preyed on the chicken. With a further twist, the chicken is probably as exploited industrial food species as any, and the hawk’s populations at one time had been so messed up by many different human operating practices in modern industrial time that they were on the brink of extinction. Not to mention, that the lady who was leaning on the chicken for friendship, service, and support was probably doing so because she couldn’t emotionally reconcile what she was seeing in the nightly news. This bird kill article was delivered specifically to invert my internal attitude to what’s perfectly well ordered in the natural world. Who, exactly, is bullshitting who?

Hatched in tree top vaults of heaven / An incubation tube in the back of a lab / Favor found fortune an interminable tussle / The witness admires with remarkable dread / Freedom from captive longing splashed red / Our loss is our gain the story re-read / The honor is savored rewarding the dead / The true curse accursing the miserable un-dead

The only power others have over me is the power I give them.

Out in New York on I84 traveling through Duchess and Orange counties there are some immense warehouses built along side the highway. These facilities are freakin enormous! There are tractor trailers galore parked all over the lots and loading docks. There’s no doubt that many consumers are gluttonous and insatiable, but there is no way that this much space is required for conventional commerce. The recent new development of yet another colossal amount of acreage has me pause. What is this really for!? This warehouse redundancy isn’t for any traditional merchandise handling. No way! All of a sudden it hits me. It’s for provisioning! Burgeoning, and expanding underground communities need support and supply. These are access points for the underground world. It has for years been reported that subterranean complexes and networks, have been developed as like safety getaways that can be inhabited when the surface of the earth is no longer life friendly. Bunkers for the mega rich. The underground would definitely need surface support. Commerce is the cover for these bunker provision terminals. Supplies are being stockpiled, and the building materials are being staged for going into the earth. There’s no doubt that resource hoarding on earth is commonplace, and there’s no disputing the un-sustainabilty of the modern world. Tthere’s a demographic of people looking to get to safety, and these look like the gates. It’s no fun to think that the state of world wellness is in such jeopardy, but at least the prime movers of polluting and exploiting are running scared.

Deep, deeper, and deepening into the earth is the burrowing and burying of the panicking pack of parasitic kleptocrats that are on the run like the horny young guys from the movie Porky’s were when the mock axe murderer stormed into the swamp brothel. Advanced awakening is billowing through society around the world, Formerly cocky corporate captains have lost their collective sea legs. The web of perpetual lies and alibis, used to trick/force people into believing, the now flagrantly obvious, societal narrative frau, is collapsing. It’s coming down like a Jenga tower, or, if you will, like towers WTC 1,2,7 One can’t even begin to keep pace with the rapid fire lies of the self appointed authorities, and their puppet political hack flack lackeys.. All the talking heads have basically reached functional apoplexy. So, with traditional journalism, long hijacked, dead, the grass roots groundswell of coherent independent journalism is coming on, and can no longer have the lid held down over it. Censor independence all you want. The surge of truth is blowing open a hole in the fraud fire wall. The parasites that have been leaching off the living planet for millennia are exposed, and nobody is more afraid of the truth than the liar. Faced with this fact combined with the once hospitable environment turning hostile, the most prolific cheaters and thieves of our world are looking to escape, with many heading for the bunker. It would be one thing to say, “Good riddance”, but these reprobates can’t leave even the most nasty situation alone. There’s an insistence on putting the scorched earth pedal to the metal, making an already painfully toxic situation worse! Liberty could sure use some help and resuscitation. It can’t hurt that it’s traditional enemy is running scared, and heading underground.The ensuing vacuum on the surface of earth isn’t all that healthy. We’re going to need help. We’re going to need a lot of help.

The sense of being overwhelmed, rendered helpless, and hopelessly unable to be liberated from the programs of evolved social organization is not unusual at all. It’s the effective result of generations of deliberate and powerful personality manipulation and eugenics driven scientific application. The aggressors that have committed to these programs, their development, and their use have made a catastrophic choice. Any contradiction to this falls totally short. Any need for secrecy is an instant admission of wrong doing. Period. The beneficiaries of the capitalistic/monopolistic money wealth generation, security, and accumulation have dug themselves a very real hole. It’s a karma hole. In the present state, our karma clearing practices are going to be intense. For those that have actively participated in creating so much lopsided karma of harm the consequence is cosmic. It probably makes sense that petrified cowards would want to go hide from the sun, and the miasma earth’s atmosphere has become, but the reality is that they are all bailing in with others just like themselves. Good luck with that. On the surface we’ll await the miracle, and see in due course, what that is. Fatefully may eternity smile. Those that couldn’t stand the light have got underground.

It would be nice to think that awareness advocacy is not a pestilence. When the sense of alert inside is alarmingly urgent, it is very difficult to not sound off a siren call of warning. The repetition of the alert, however, while pretty consistent, isn’t welcome. So, the matter at hand, for raising awareness, becomes one of expression, and it’s form. The point is not to beat someone else over the head with observations that they don’t want to hear. The mitigating feature inside the messenger that creates repetition, however,is the thought that the info is so key, that at some level, everyone should want to be aware. Not the case. Shut down, dispute, unfriendliness, and schism is common. Recently I heard someone say that if the truth were told in a way that it could be understood, it would be believed. So…. Now the responsibility as an awareness advocate is to find a way to be responsibly discerning, and meaningfully informative.

Compassion and love of others that I perceive to be asleep, and seem to be fighting to stay that way, is challenging. Checking up the internal pride about being right is challenging too. Righteous ranting excesses are selfish, damaging, and counter productive. It’s so important to not forget that the Devil could care less about how right a point of view is as long as there is an argument about it. As far as the spirit prince of disunion, discord, and hatred is concerned, the more stubborn, personal, bitter, and hostile an argument is, the better.Righteousness works communicatively with confident humility. The basic internal attitude that remembers that we’re all equal, regardless of what our point of view may be at any given time. We all have our reasons for our current view point, and it’s valid. If the real objective is to work towards improving the quality of our shared reality; arguments and fights can’t happen. The best way through a defense is to never raise it, so an inspired sense of good timing is invaluable. Selfishness is also thereupon for wanting to get the satisfaction of seeing desired changes in others happen. Patience. Patience. Patience. The patience of knowing that a valuable message has been delivered regardless of how it seems to have been received is fundamental. Trusting that a valuable message has been delivered has to be premium. There’s satisfaction in not getting riled up! Man, I’ll tell you what?! This often gets emotionally tricky!!It’s especially tricky when others are smart, pointed, and motivated to aggressively, or passively dismiss, marginalize, and/or disprove what has just been offered. Letting the issue lie without argument is sublime It can be. People carry messages; Providence does the changing, and does it in It’s time.

What of the means? Laughter is good medicine, so satire might very well be a very good tool. Success is avoiding being mean spirited and angry, enjoy spreading insights, poking fun at our shortcomings, and keeping the expectations low. Who knows how far liberation can reach with some good natured humor? No question that the modern world has enough power driven operations. It appears that much of the modern world’s shared reality conditions are running rapidly and dangerously into the red. In a big way, this is no laughing matter, however, the dire expressions, sarcasm, criticism, condemnation, intolerance, hostility, and un-love are very apparent, so an anti-pole of actual levity may provide an important pause. A pin point moment of freeze frame clarity which affords each the most useful view of the world available at some important moment. The road to hell may be paved with good intentions (and some not so good ones as well), so when all is said and done it’ll be nice to be remembered for having had the best lemonade stand on that road along the way.

I was listening to Dan Winter lecture on the properties of DNA this morning. The graphics included in the presentation brought the subject to life. The delicacy and precision of Creation working sacredly in Deoxyribonucleic Acid shines in the tissues of the living, shimmering with brilliance. The incredibly harmonious information processing systems with divine capacities of integrations awesomely defies imagination.. DNA is integrating the instructions of development within while also constantly in tune with the update messages from without. Way beyond amaze!!!

The DNA molecule has been decoded to provide someone with ordinary vision the opportunity to see this supremely extraordinary nucleic acid. There it is! The most majestic mandala. The most harmonious rhythm. Ebbing and flowing. Squeezing and releasing. Respiring effortlessly expressions of purposes galore! Life, life, abundant life in glorified relief. Here is the adherent of promise. Pure consciousness has dreamed a process into being that works in ways that fiction could never compare. It’s perfect functioning perfection in the sub cellular molecular happenings of life. Never distressed by entropy or organization, the building block systems of life rest comfortably in each instantaneous eternity in the procession of universal existence. It’s the cosmic keynote that could seemingly never be, and nothing would ever be without. It feels beyond the senses, and heals beyond diagnosis. Graphically, molecular insights reserved for the mystic and the shaman has been witnessed, by me, of the perfection of DNA that is beyond enhancement or improvement. The news, however, these days is littered with reports of modern science’s ability to alter and treat our DNA in order to “help” us out. Pardon me, but I’m going to take a major pause on that one. Not so fast.

Here we are with the bold rumors, assertions, and claims of modern (ancient) science that it’s to be trusted. This so called “science” is like an albatross of speculation. It’s a cryptic reminder of the Lucifer Experiment. The experiment of intentionally choosing to deny the Prime Source of Creation, and technologically improve on Nature. Improve on perfection ourselves, and claim dominion of natural energetic forces. The idea and concept of purposefully, mechanically leveraging control elements of the cosmos to improve upon perfection allures with the perpetual temptation of possessing ultimate authority. Immediately, prideful contempt of true Power reigns in those that have forsaken it. Cosmic level envy displaces passion with desire, veneration with ambition, Grace with will, fulfillment with want, and promise with loss. Let the engineer take a seat in the seat of Creation, and proceed at one’s own risk. Power lust’s provisional intent is a willful exit from the Light. As quickly as rejection of free energy (Grace) and truth happens, is just as quickly as there is an immediate need for a supplement. Vampirism/parasitism take over. Insuring control over nature means insistence on re-creation. Lie supplants truth, and the entire ensuing narration grows increasingly incoherent. From the most simple superficial lie and manipulation to DNA deep interference, luciferian mechanical controls know no bounds of depth or depravity. Hence, progressively an all consuming atmosphere of inorganic control matrix surrounds us all. There is a determined insistence on getting inside our bodies, and souls, which hold the light fragments of Divinity, and it’s power. The modern structures of control are now saturating all perceptible reality, and dominating our systems of belief. Every effort, and the full available force, is now in effect to get to the seat of instruction. The last threshold has been penetrated. The parasite is in the DNA. It might seem that the final frontier has been seized, but in reality the intruders are, in fact, petty hacks that have actually succeeded in bastardizing themselves, squandering their own inheritance, and burying themselves under more karma than Zeus himself could unpile. The destiny of the parasitic assailants is a sealed inevitable failure. But what of those that remain?

The operations within the helix, within the thought, within time, and within imagination are beyond language, beyond time, and beyond ordinary view. It is here that the majesty is spawned and carried on. It is here that instructions and communications are carried out and executed with cosmic precision.. It is here, and from here, that life’s promise is prompted, instant by instant. Seeing it is like watching an inward/outward pulsating holographic rainbow apple. Utter tranquil amaze, independence, and fulfillment is resplendent with untainted glory in whatever remains of the organic. This is the order of the off limits declaration. It’s one individual’s declaration. It’s sovereignty. It’s ultimately free. Parasites can poison the water, air, food, and media with all the intentional weaponry they can muster. All these basic environmental elements which have been securely tainted, laden, and filled with the nano, and EMF, tech that is meant to deprive all life of it’s liberty, and steal it’s strength, is successful to a degree. But it’s one big whiff on those that don’t go under the spell of education, medical, media maya. Fear is losing losing losing it’s grip. The door of access has slammed shut on the sovereign sentience of well being, and it’s DNA. Word to the ministers of the modern world,” You have reached a perimeter you can not cross. Your medicine has been flushed.’ The way is straight. The codes that reside in the eternity of splendor, divinity and growth beauty are prevailing, and the so called “junk” DNA has switched on. The entire life package now hums with spontaneous organic enterprise. To the parasites that have picked the dishonorable path of energy harvest and kleptomania, “Butt out!” The spirit journey path of sovereign souls goes on, and you are out of gas.

As the structure of the modern world narration collapses under the weight of miscalculation, inauthenticity, falsification, and outright lie the “authorities” that have participated in the promotion and perpetuation of the, now glaringly incoherent societal storyline, can no longer keep their balance. As the vacillations of fact reporting reach whiplash contradiction extremes, the mouths of the tellers twist and cripple to babbling silence. It’s as if every other word spoken relates to some completely unrelated idea. Only the most committed puppet or parrot can mimic the preprogrammed garble they’ve been tasked with delivering. To achieve even a hint of composure when delivering the present crap contention seems to require that the agent be in a zombie like state . The narration collapse is leaving a vacuum and chaos. The order which comes out of this chaos is ours for the choosing. Personally, and collectively, we’ve got a chance, a perennial chance, to access, understand, and choose a guidance system of actual reliable authority. It’s in and about. Find quiet from the clamor. Listen in the quiet for the true authority which speaks within.

For how many millennia, now, has the common person been under the influence of the overriding powerbroker (king, boss, judge, priest…)message??? Legitimacy has been crowded out by generations of power abuse. The inability to see this is the denial and delusion brought on by the repetition of encouraged, masked derelict schizophrenic mantras of misguidance. I’m tired of telling myself that it’s going to be ok, when the ok I’ve been persuaded to believe in is a selfish one. It’s a ruse. It’s a trap! Trapped into a frame of mind, body, and soul that contradicts nature. The persuasion that there is a right way to do the wrong thing has run it’s course. The mouth piece minion puppets of the techno/klepto have used unmerited authority to crowd us into a suffocating solitary room, and a trap door has opened up beneath us. The parts of the conventional narration that are illogical, or don’t add up, are written off as necessarily secret or conspiratorial. What a tired cop out! Word up. Good deeds are not done in the dark, dastardly ones are. Time out!! Up and about, into the light. The clamoring decaying alibis of the slumping parasites who’ve sold out to the corporate banking bloodsuckers, claimed authority of our lives and world, and willfully run the whole living miracle plant body into the ground have spun out. The leadership I’m choosing now is the cosmic unity force that elevates, saves, and delvers the guidance as an authority within.

Focus on a problem, and the problem gets worse. Focus on a solution, and the solution works better. There is an almost irresistible urge to point out what’s seems to be going wrong, and why. There’s sickness all around! There are injustices galore! Who can be trusted!? There’s intense corruption! This all seems so weird! Politicians are fascist puppets! We’re being herded off a proverbial cliff by a hyper selfish group of parasitic kleptocrats! Can’t you see that our news is propagandized weaponry? The environment is being aggressively toxified! We’re consenting to, and cooperating with, a system that’s working to eliminate us! And they’re charging US to do it! Can’t you see what’s going on!?!? Wake up!!!! This is an outrage! You should be shocked! For better or worse these are not uncommon world view perspectives, nor responses to them. I, along with some others, am getting pretty good at pointing out where injustice resides, where freedom is lost, and where liberty is deprived, but at what point does that seem to contribute to real meaningful improvement? To be fair, these precious elements of life have never seemed to be more harmed, or at greater risk. So… Is identifying a problem really the solution to a problem, or does it show that there’s the need for one. From this point of view it looks like the modern problem is founded in the spirit, ideas, and actions of gratuitous taking. If the anti-pole of problem is solution; what then the anti-pole of taking???

Give and take for better or for worse. It’s a challenge to not grab for mine while at the same time pointing out how others are stealing theirs. How do I know it’s not envy ruling the roost? I mean who’s really bullshitting who!? The temptation of material ease and luxury has me. I’ll give later, gotta get now. Suddenly, there’s a sense of the surrealism of presence. An extrapolation down a wormhole of relentless depravity, carelessness, unchecked ambition, and furiously impersonal disfavor pops me out with meaning. This here is the twilight zone. It unfolds. An egalitarian reference point pierces the consciousness, the linkage of eternity, and everything in it, becomes visible. Now a serious question can be asked. What is it that you really want? Pause…. Bell strike…. Pause…. I want to succeed without alibi. Fair favor for everyone! It’s for, not from. It’s peace, not stress. It’s give and take. It’s mine and yours. What’s given is what is kept. Keep what you give, and it’s greater than this. For better or worse, dwell on a solution, share favor and find the world beyond the routine repetitive problems on which have regularly relied.

Not to be mistaken. The subtleties of loneliness are rooted in the ever slow slight persuasions of independence, preeminence, and marginalization. As the event procession of man’s irascible run from nature rumbles, crumbles. and crashes, our so called civil servants fumble with braggart self congratulations of superiority, authority, and latest widespread latent linguistic poison. The ability to provide anything like coherent reasons to justify emergency actions escapes like daylight at sunset. Fleeting, fading, going, going… We, as a world community, are well down the road of having a dominant class at the wheel. This scenario is played out, and the society leadership class can no longer avoid absurdity. With each passing press conference, interview, or lecture more of us bail out on the failing message. All the politico self righteous outrage and tough talk can’t hide the staggering loss of perspective and leadership. So for each fraudulent failure at the public disgrace level of collapsing narrative. fare you well. The audience has disembarked.

Illusion and delusion are close relatives. Knowing one or the other might make either recognizable, however, without knowing, the chances of accessing reality would be as likely as hitting the bullseye of a dart board in a neighbors garage from a blind folded arrow shot from my backyard. It’s a double conundrum to consider that even if the bullseye’s hit, the person holding the bow still doesn’t know it happened. This is a sucker’s trap. For anybody that has managed to get to a place where they actually believe that signing some piece of paper, or giving some kind of order actually provides them jurisdiction over another, guess what? You’re in a spirit trap. It’s an isolation trap of slipping through illusion into delusion. If and when recovery from falling into this state begins begins, wondrous revelations may very likely manifest. How could I have been so mistaken? How could I have been so wrong? How could I have not have known?

As Bob Dylan said in the song It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding), “But even the president of the United States/ Sometimes must have to stand naked.” The reconciliation of karma happens, and unsustainable BS can only be supported so long before the inevitable collapse into the collective alchemy of love. Isolation prevails in a moment of truth. The realizer of fate is at their own personal nexus point. Favor is ours for the choosing. Each own’s foundational principles are brought to bear. Buffets of charm, interdependence, humility, and unity assert a mild persuasion. Peacefulness or torment ensue. The entire incarnate cycle is refined to this exact instant… It’s not a given…. About face and reconcile in the embrace of care and repair, or not. There’s basically no boundary of despairing loneliness which awaits on the path of insisted isolation.

How often is the reason for secrecy in national security matters said to be that the secrecy is to protect a populace from truths that would make them panic? I would now contend that right now it is just as much, or more, a matter of who can’t stand to hear the truth, as it is of who can’t stand to tell it.