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Extra! Extra! Read all about it!! Breaking new. Another flash current events driven spectacular just broke. “Reporters” promote the headlines of the day, pushing choice subject matter. Developing stories of the hour make up a body of reporting constructed to “inform”. As subjects of the intended recipient gaggle of versions of journalism, we absorb directed intelligence in the form of news. As fantastical, surprising, and sublime as reports may be and are, we subjects are impacted with impressionable bombshells that create indelible dents, folds, and persuasions in our thoughts and minds. We are under an influence. World view, self sense, relations, attitudes, and evolution are all held in the balance. The recipient is, in a strong way, at the mercy of the news mover. Without sturdy discernment, and critical thought, the news consumer can be led to attitude places of very questionable relevance and value. Virtual reality, artificial intelligence, and the looming menace of persistent propaganda are conditioners. It feels like it might be wise to transition from the place of not believing everything you hear to not believing anything you hear. Socrates say, “…they can only see shadows on the wall.”

Over time the allegory of the cave may have just as well have become a cave within cave within cave within a… Who knows how far Earth’s body of collective souls have been removed from the actuality of our shared reality. There have been manipulative forces operating the levers of control for generations. For any guess, right now almost every belief has to be jaundiced and prejudiced. It might very well be considered that every word and every image is delivered through media is for propagandistic purpose. Actually, right now, it seems naive to think that virtual reality generators are not at work generating and ingredients of all reporting. As CIA Director William J Casey said years ago, “We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.” Even this quote is now fact checked into doubt. This all leads to a most burdensome question. How heavy a karmic load is the collective of sentience of the earth realm able to bear?

If the images of the war torn landscapes about the world are accurate in any way, we are in a critically balanced world of hurt. Looking at, and/or, describing ANYTHING in an apolitical way is not easy. That may not mean that much, but the gut is saying that there’s a reckoning either happening, or about to. There is just no way that this many communities worldwide can be displaced and destroyed without a reckoning. The karma load is just too heavy. Take it for whatever that may be worth. That’s one way things are being seen.

There is renaissance of culture(s). It is experienced abundantly in the art of the times. Return again to the Beat/Hippie explosion in the U.S. Those hippies had ideals. The freedom ideal had monumental and prolific expression. Freedom, however, has vulnerability chinks. The “Free” Market pilot fished on the renaissance. Capitalistic steering and syphoning ensues, initiating a paraplegic weave of creativity and commercialism marched art systematically into facsimile and plastic. The pioneers themselves were surrounded, channeled, and milked to every available inch of production. A factory of consumption that cashed in on the works, interrupted the process, and maimed the artists. Thank Providence for the timeless gift of artistic expression. Mercy to those sensitive souls that are snared, and gobbled up, by a system that could care less. Again and again the pieces of work that we can visit, shine with a majesty no thieving jerk off can sunder. Under the once and forever guise of innocence, the true vitality, merit, and potential can respire the renaissance breath. Inhale the quality of expression the parasitic capitalist can’t identify; hold it, and let the bountiful culture of depth, breadth, and bliss continue to grow on the freedom stream from which it came.

It has gone too far. The warring violence has gone too far.

Look out of any window / Any morning, any evening, any day / Maybe the sun is shining / Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky.

— Box of Rain. Robert Hunter / Philip Lesh. The Grateful Dead

Gradually and deliberately historical weather patterns have been displaced by technology driven “weather patterns” of the modern world. Weather forecasters and meteorologists have been showing us maps for years. Systems, fronts, and storms displayed in color code and motion over the maps the world. They become familiar, and perhaps particularly interesting at times of severity. The earthy, organic, familiarity is more about how things feel outside. “Brrrrr… It feels like snow.” ,”The sky looks ominous, a storm’s on the way.”, “It’s going to be a hot one.”, Beautiful day; not a cloud in the sky.”, “A rainbow.” Weather vernacular; the small talk dialogue heard everyday, just like, “Good morning,”, “Good day”, and “How are you?” Climate, and its features permeate all being. It reflects in cultures, customs, and rights. Each climate’s historical features are born out in features of those that live in it. It is intrinsic. It is manifest in migrations, fur coat thickness, diet plans, hibernation schedules, and on, and on, in to a myriad of phenomenal aspects. The magnitude of the influence on the whole of existence can’t be overstated. It’s big.

Everyone has a relationship with the world around them, the climate that exists there, and the patterns about it. Intimate, romantic, relationships develop for many outdoor species, and people.. The subtleties (which at times are not so subtle) of climate and weather, and its patterns, are often endearing. The weather is like Nature’s embrace. It is felt all over, and it never lets go. So total is the presence, the energetic expression of the climate, that it is the baseline for each moment’s realization, whether one realizes it or not.

Storms command attention, and are often the set and scene of romance, apprehension, threat, intrigue, and mystery. Subtleties ground awareness ; a gentle breeze, slow rain tapping, dew mist rising in the sunshine, the softness of snowflakes muffling to earth. Nature has this rhythmic way of reaching the offspring of the Earth, we are of it and in it, it is meant for us and we for it. Interference with the weather is interference with most meaningful relationships, identities, and senses.. The modified “weather patterns” of the modern world is a sin. Weather manipulation, and modification, in the modern world has grown so greatly that it has reached the limit of assassination. Where the climate and weather go, so go we.

Late November 2024 here in the Northeast part of the U.S.A. a “winter storm” just came and went. On the way in patterned jet trails filled, filled, and re-filled the sky ahead of the encroaching clouds. This observable, never welcome, phenomena is so intense that it requires prayer and restraint to avoid cries of distraction, discontent and rage. Then the most bizarre weather begins happening. Without ever seeing the temperature drop to 32 degrees Fahrenheit, snow begins mixing in with the rain. 35, 36, 37,34, 33, and maybe eventually touching 32. The snow picks up replacing the rain. Cement snow begins sticking to the ground. In globs and pellets the frozen stuff begins to add up in the unfriendly form of instant slush. Slippery and soaked is everything burdened with the intense weight and presence of this stuff while plane after plane can be heard passing overhead, augmenting this latest unnatural disaster. These now, routine, desperate attempts at creating weather events demonstrate, in a nearly obvious way, that the monopolistic, sick-tech, kepto-class of industrial complex corporate nar-do-wells are grasping at straws to maintain their scurrilous grip on the levers of social/climate control, Oh for The Grace Of God may these be the last straws that break the camel’s back of these insidious efforts to deprive the inhabitants of the Earth realm of a most fundamental birthright; connection with the earth that bears and supports us.

Life has its challenges, frustrations, satisfactions, and rewards. Peck pointed out that, “:Life is difficult.” There is, no doubt, an advantage to having awareness of this basic feature. It provides some leverage for accepting, learning from, and transcending inevitable life challenges. However, the intense, and intensifying, levels of hardship of the modern world is an unnatural function of forces that are taxing the limits of endurance. It can’t be this hard, and yet it is. Life’s difficulties are at far out extremes, and we’re all under spell. The majority of humanity has been duped into thinking that massive dysfunction, toxicity, death, and destruction is the unavoidable consequence of having reached the pinnacle of evolution. The prevailing thought is that this is just the way it goes. Horse shit!

Like everything else bastardized, the framework of functioning society has had an element implanted in it which throws it into eccentricity. Progressively the eccentric has become so wildly out of whack that maintaining one’s own balance becomes an issue. The effort now is to make it in an environment raging with dysfunction. John Lash really said a lot when describing the nature of the space in which our lives are unfolding. In an ordinary societal sense contest and conflict will exit. This is natural. There is, however, an influencer present in our midst that amplifies these natural expressions, and they go to extremes. This is the influence of the mind parasite. It thrives on disharmony and discontent. It just so happens that there’s dark vampiric agency operating as well. This is a rock and a hard place environmental situation. The vampire’s influence has been persistent through the millennia. We’re at the point now that we really seem to think, and believe, that extremes of violence, difficulty, illness, and dishonor are normal. Meanwhile our actual, organic, planetary host is being obliterated in the name of “progress”, while we all work overtime, living hand to mouth, and tapping deeper and deeper inner resources just to get by. That’s not what life’s about. It’s not about working as hard as you can as a set up to work harder. The birthright of any living thing is not to work as hard as possible just to scrape by. This notion needs to be evaluated, and in my view scrapped. We can do much better than this. Revelation and relief comes with transcendence, no doubt. Can we get there?

There’s no coincidence that Bram Stoker chose the name Dracula for the the blood sucking parasite that mangled the lives of those it scoured in his classic tale. Rivaling Draconian cartel like groups are, and have been, vying for control of Earth’s resources for generations. Constantly monopolistically angling for supremacy with an absolute bankruptcy of honor, compassion, and fairness has landed dishonorable, untrustworthy, frauds at the head of decision making enterprises around the world. They have gained support for multi tiered societal decimation programs that are being funded and manned by the very people that are being consumed. You want to talk about sick!? Industrial strength technology is the ground of our collective difficulty. Sold the bill of goods that life gets easier through technology is the inversion. It’s an illness. It can be fatal, but it’s treatable. Evil, and those it animates, does not have to be eradicated. It loses its juice when it is transcended. Remember the plan belongs to the vampiric Draco. It is theirs. Ultimately the heaviest amount of the karma load belongs with the despicable. Leave it with them, and transcendentaly move through this now amazing difficult reality to our quantum reality home in which life is difficult, not oppressive.

Here comes the next download of fiery red sunset photos. The brilliance! The beauty! The horror off mistaken identity. Ironically enough, those same aerosols that red the sky at sunset have also desiccated the forests below the picture postcard skies. Now in a tinder, sparks fly, and the same red glow grows below the horizon as it does above. Metaphorically, the spraying of the atmosphere, the geoengineering, has become an at scale phenomena that provides many with the bliss and sublime wonder of “natural” beauty AND the gripping horror of “natural” disaster. Man’s insistence on dominating Nature while simultaneously detaching from it has made manifest the stark juxtaposition that our modern solutions are our modern problems.

Earth is energetically rich, nutrient rich, mineral rich, fertility rich, metaphysically and alchemically rich. This richness has manifest as a thriving, climaxing living being, harmoniously exploding diversely with life. This thriving exuberance radiates and shines like a radiant wonder orb, penetrating the ages. It’s a bountifully blue tune, shining, and ringing a tonally high consciousness state. Through an evacuated void the blue song stirs a decayed mass of twisted intelligence. Buried vampiric parasites begin to feel. They want more… more… more. So again the universal entity of discontent is on the move. Envy and hate drive the disagreeable. Like slime in a maze, the cosmic leech follows the blue song signal, and arrives in the realm of the bright blue wonder. It has arrived on, and about, earth. The desperation of the envious grips and grapples with the finitude of its own choices. It madly grabs for all it can, with the belief that in time the conjuring of small “m” masterminding will leverage Eternity into its small” h’ hands. As the Sand of Eternity slips through the fingers of the parasite’s mad miscalculation, stones of labor break furiously about the realm which has had its shine severely dulled by the damn dimming of the parasitic klepto-creeps that can’t keep their hands off the jewels of Creation that they crave. The galactic level of voracious insatiability of the parasites in our midst obviously can’t be satisfied. All the resources go to waste, and when it comes to terms of any kind of manifest equity, sustainability, or justice they can’t get it right.

So here we find ourselves, down the path of progress as promised by the parasite. Born, and reborn, into this realm of consciousness manipulation, and sickness progression. We the populace of the planet don’t understand our realm. We’re out of harmony with our environment. We don’t understand our capacities. We don’t know our history. We absolutely don’t know our purpose, and we’ve become almost totally dependent on a system that is wasting every resource it can extract, including us. Forget about the misappropriation of resources. How about the psychotic appropriation of them? This is exploitation at the galactic level. It’s corporate. It’s industrial. It’s thorough. It’s flawed; fatally flawed.

The massive chink in the parasitic class’s foundation is the conviction the Creation needs to be enhanced. At every turn the vampire rejects Creation, and the Creator, for its own vision of reality. In an advanced state of the parasites plan, the only reality left available is a virtual one. The organic one has been trashed. It’s a fool’s guess to keep coming back to an empty well when thirsty, however, it does stop a fraudulent guide from suggesting to you that you are satisfied with ashes in your mouth; dryness is actually desirable. As the inversion approaches fulfillment psychosis prevails. One will have immense difficulty discerning fact from fallacy. The truth is within, not without. This brings to the fore the concept for takeover the vampire relies on, and cannot do without. It wants in. It must get in. Think of all the avenues that the (m) masterminds of our world have leveraged in order to get in. It needs to get in.

Entertainment, medicine, education, more media (news/advertisement/propaganda), religion, government are all exploitable systems through which motivated beings gain degrees of influence. That is obviously not saying much until we start considering who, and what, exactly is motivated to occupy this institutional complexes that are progressing and evolving with us. It would seem to me that if one were to take a critical look at any particular aspect of here and now that immediate questioning of relevance, purpose, perspective, and consistency arise. In my view, there are more inconsistencies and incoherence in the world about us than can be quantified. It’s like a field of fraud. One element of world viewing that is a daily reminder of the presence of the damned (the parasite) is the planes spraying the sky. We’ve reached the point now at which even the most remotely informed people have at least heard of cloud seeding. It is not like going out on a limb to suggest that it is happening. This reference is about the scale.

We left the middle part of Virginia yesterday to make a drive up to Sullivan County NY. Driving up I-81 from mid-morning till mid-afternoon afforded, right through the windshield, a constant view of a big, expansive, broad view of the sky all around; ahead and panoramically around. The otherwise hazy blue sky was raked with plane trails; raked. At no point during the six hour ride was any part of the sky left untainted. Atmospheric spraying and engineering is programming that for some of us is well known. There is no reason now to try to prove that there are intentional seeding programs actively happening. This is all about the volume and scale. There were way more trails up there than one could begin to count. The patterns were both orderly (parallel line, crosses, and hashes) and random. The sky scape was this far out weave of near complete coverage. The modern world has a nagging refrain that too much carbon based fuel is being burned. That alone makes the visible number of flights alerting. Combine that with the knowledge that those jets are dispensing technology in a spray and the intrigue grows. For one thing, we’ve got to breathe that air. For another thing, this is no innocent misappropriation of resources. It is a psychotic appropriation of them. A worm is turning. Disillusionment is turning into conviction. The parasitic class has its collective hands full right now. A lot of us are no longer looking around and wondering; we know.

People in Lahaina were reluctant to accept the ultra wealthy’s invitation to move. Apparently the ocean side resort mansions of Earth’s most wealth privileged should be buffered by space uniquely their own. Legislation is leveraged, favor granted, and with a flip of critical geophysical switches an anomalous unprecedented fire storm is unleashed. Almost the entire town is reduced to ash while the mansions are spared. Thusly, the town, regarded sacred by the indigenous, is rendered free space for the fifteen minute playground the ultra wealthy can exploit with their narcissism orgies and adrenochrome baths. With all due respect to the venerable people of Lahaina, but you were in the way.

People in the Piedmont of western North Carolina have been reluctant to agree with mining companies expanding their enterprises there. The people are living on a gold mine mountain of lithium. The battery manufacturing world can’t wait for non toxic extraction practices in order to supply the EV demand. There’s a mountain of lithium in them thar hills. With another throw of geophysical control switches seed planes fly their sorties into the desired weather center, microwave transmitters on earth steer a rapidly developed Franken-caine straight into the Piedmont, and blast the drop zone with a washout inland tsunami deluge that bible verse would have trouble dreaming up. So for all the people in the Chimney Rock – Asheville swath of total war annihilation you once called home, there are plans for your place, and you were in the way.

About a year ago the criminal organization posing as the Israeli government got so impatient with the elimination of a demographic of people that it staged an event which would provide the political license to speed up the process. God damn it if a Pandora’s box of how deep the bottom of despair, destruction, and criminal war goes. God damn it. When are we going to say no more?

Hamas is a creation of the West just like ISIS and Al Qaeda. Damn it! We’re attacking ourselves, unleashing the most incredibly hellish hyper violence imaginable. This sucks. How perverted does it get when exercising the right to defend oneself becomes suicide? The long view of this madness is getting shorter and shorter for sure.

Sitting right on the block with the hammer held poised. Treacherous elements of black in retrograde lost adhesion to light meant to hold it. As the light leak brightened, a fanatic frenzy of confusion ensued. Yes, no, this is it, isn’t, forget that, remember, all things, nothing. A light dawn silence brightened with a corresponding warm hum. The past caught up, the future collapsed, and moment to moment wonder of eternity sang harmoniously, continuously, through firmament and sense. Not without devastating harm, trauma, and near fatal injury had the execution of bliss been stayed. Ohm…