Not sure why today particularly, but I'm having a very strong memory of being at the orthodontist on a day he was adjusting my braces.
I hadn't really needed braces, but my mom was an easy sell. My teeth were already straight, and the bite they discussed was off so very slightly that it didn't matter. But there I was.
So about a year into braces, I'm sitting in that chair, just me and him in there. He was kind of older and no doubt had never in his life experienced anyone putting braces into his mouth. He was not a gentle man, nor the sort to be soothing or witty at all. The pain I experienced every time he jammed his big fingers into my mouth pushing down so hard on those metal bands around each tooth finally got so overwhelming that I instinctively bit down fairly hard on his finger. Back then we weren't aware I'm on autism spectrum, but I'd been punished into submissive obedience so often that I was a very easy child to push around most of the time. But once in awhile I couldn't stop myself from lashing back out. Yes, I bit him.
And then he reacted by grabbing all the wires at once and yanking on them, jerking my head really hard.
Neither one of us said a word. I didn't even cry. I knew I was trapped until he was done and that the fastest way out of there was to zone out and let him finish.
Every once in awhile, I still remember that day and the pain I felt in my gums, in my jaw, in my whole face.
I don't know why that memory is popping up today, but it is one of many memories of adults around me behaving more childishly than the child. Because of that, I believed the world to be stupid and I wanted no part of it.
Now I see how we were all blinded by strange ideas about cosmetic importance and how quickly money changed hands over it.
I also recall that another dentist that Mom kept sending us to after school flew his personal plane into a cliff committing suicide after it came out that he'd been scamming parents and pulling loads of extra teeth for cosmetic reasons and a nice cash flow.
Cavities are one thing. Fixing cavities is good. Extra 'work' is not always good.
Nearly everything in our lives around us is extra. Think about that for awhile. Think about the commercial push and the cash flow. Think about how you are getting scammed. Think about the pain you are going through. Might be cancer treatments, some of which are actually more harmful than the cancer. Might be extra meds for a condition they don't tell you can heal up with corrected nutrition that also controls your diabetes. Why are meds more important than regulating food industries that make us so sick that we need more meds?
About 20 years ago, in my mid 20's, I was destroying myself with alcohol and starvation. I didn't see it that way, most people don't at that age. At that age we are indestructible, wacked back and forth with self love and self hate, dreaming big dreams and not having a clue how to reach them.
I reached an event horizon and sucked myself right into the black hole of my soul. I've been bad places, seen bad things. Somehow I tripped gaily through like a lamb through a slaughter house, oblivious to the horrors around me. I had no feelings about it.
I hung out with a drug lord in Phoenix back then. He was underground, on the run from California, establishing new territory for a new purple marijuana cross that was all the rage on the coast while he covered as a pizza delivery boy. Basically ripping the rug out from under the local drug lords, getting ready to move big shipments cross country. Offered me a run, I turned it down. He was 17, slick and professional. They were all young.
I never dealt, never bought. Compared to other people, I barely used. I did love alcohol, though. And I was this kid's friend. I hung out with his girlfriend. He could trust me because I didn't care. I didn't take sides, didn't care about money, had no other friends. Autism may actually be what kept me alive through that, I don't know.
Rode with him one day to a part of town I hadn't been. It's actually a huge city, sprawled over 50 miles in every direction, some of it nice, some of it crap. I loved it out there, gorgeous sky. Had a good job in a 4-story hospital. Used to watch the sunrise from an empty construction area. About the only thing I really ripped off was toilet paper. I wasn't into needles and that crap. I had free run of the place, being on the overnight stat housekeeping crew, which was small. I cleaned up after dead bodies, births, surgeries, and really contagious stuff, and I saw everything from gunshot wounds to crazy people walking out the doors in their little night gowns. I walked freely through the guts of the hospital, the lab and records and the morgue.
A nurse once thought it would be funny to sprinkle trail mix all over a hallway and call a stat cleanup. I don't put up with crap. Showed my boss and he nearly got her fired. You sneer down on the people mopping up the blood and puke, you get what's coming. You don't trivialize 'stat' in any way, shape, or form. Stat is sacred.
Another nurse failed to tell me the stat cleanup in the ER was after a family of lice. I got a 4-story hospital locked down over that one after I heard a secretary joking on the phone about having to check them in at midnight. By 4 a.m. I'd been all over that hospital, including labor and delivery, and that was considered serious contagion. I mean, who wants to go have a baby and then find out the hospital has been locked down because some idiot nurse didn't consider an entire family ~*dripping*~ with body lice worthy of telling a housekeeper to gown out for precautions. I even asked if there was a precaution on the room before I stripped and disinfected it. I could have been covered in lice and eggs for hours just from rolling the sheets up and throwing them into a regular hamper, which also got laundry locked down, big time. My boss tracked that nurse down, as well. You could say MY boss pretty much ran that hospital when errors were made.
A charge nurse on the second floor once called me to clean up a glass breakage. I arrived to find mercury beads strung out all over the room and into the carpeted hallway. I put everything down in the middle of the hall and left it in everyone's way so they'd be forced to walk way around that room. I found her and asked if the breakage was the blood pressure gauge, which was the old fashioned kind on the wall. Yes, that was it. I asked her if any of it got onto her clothing, or whoever it broke around. She didn't know, had no clue if a patient had been in the room. I asked who all walked into that room since the breakage, because the mercury was obviously strung out into the hallway, and then I asked her if any beds had been rolled in or out of the area through that hallway. She got snotty with me, got in my face about how she didn't have time for this, who was *I* to be questioning *her*, etc. I just smiled and called my boss. Boy, did she get reamed. Mercury poisoning is no joke, particularly in a hospital, and that stuff was ~everywhere~. We even had to throw our shoes and clothes away. I went home in scrubs and footies. A special clean up crew in biohazard suits locked the floor down and cleaned EVERYTHING. Think about this the next time you go visit someone in a hospital and see little kids running around touching everything. Smile at the housekeepers. They are doing excellent jobs.
I'm not against nurses. I'm not saying nurses are inherently bad or stupid or negligent. But I am saying don't take your housekeepers for granted. Some of us just might be saving a few lives ourselves. You never know.
Anyway, I hung out with a drug lord, but I was pretty 'clean'. My only love was alcohol and the occasional brandy bong. I was young and pretty, but I didn't care. I never dated, except for one guy who bugged me to no end, but it took him forever to get anywhere with me. Somewhere in my recent past I'd had a very scary ex-husband and a child he'd abused. Dropped the kid at my mom's house and just drove to Phoenix for a 3 month vacation from having to deal. I just couldn't face it.
Back to the story. Rode out with this kid one day to a different part of town. Went into a guy's house. Heard that guy tell my guy that if such and such didn't happen, they would cut off his hand. Everyone around us looked at me to see if I reacted. I just smiled back, never flinched. I had butchered plenty of animals growing up, I cleaned up after blood and gore and death in the hospital, just hearing someone threaten to cut off a hand was nothing to me.
I realize now that guy took me with him to witness, in the event they had killed him. He trusted only me for that. I would have been the one going back with his body to tell his girlfriend and call his parents. Guess the alliance worked out.
Lamb through a slaughter house, oblivious. Autistic.
And I was like that. If I felt something I didn't want to deal with, I could cast it off. If I felt any guilt or anguish or fear, I could walk away from it. I was Mr. Spock. I felt nothing, cared about nothing (except obvious breaches in protocol, like the mercury spill). I felt no love, no need, no sympathy. I turned completely off.
At the end of that summer, I was suddenly ready to come home. Something was wrong, I didn't know what. I just knew I had to get home. Quit my job, left my key, never said goodbye to anyone. I made it from Phoenix to my mom's house in MO in 23 hours flat. The highway patrol in New Mexico never caught me, and truckers blocked them off so they couldn't. I flew like the bats of hell were after me, slapping myself hard to stay awake, screaming to stay awake, freezing myself with the windows open and nearly falling asleep doing 90 through the night.
By the time I got home I could no longer move. My fingers wouldn't unbend. I could barely walk to the house. I couldn't turn the knob, so I had to knock. When they opened the door, I fell in.
I spent a week in bed in a deep fever and sweats, writhing in nightmares. I had liver poisoning, setting off my first lupus flareup. My dad is Mennonite, my mom is a health store nut, no one ever took me to a doctor. I don't know how I lived. I remember the haze, the series of dreams, the visions. I remember a week went by without food or coherent conversation. I remember God.
I was on a dusty road, leaving a house. I had a robe, a staff, and a little pouch. I was setting off on a journey. As I shut the door and turned to the road, a figure appeared. I didn't see a face. He instructed me to follow the road and collect the treasures for my pouch. He said I would know them when I see them. Then he vanished, and I turned and started walking.
I walked a long, long way. The road was dusty, and uninteresting. I walked and walked and walked. As I walked I felt heavy, tired, discontent. I ached. I thought, if I just take off the part that is making it hard, I can enjoy the walk. So I peeled off some skin and tossed it to a bush. I took off a fingertip and tossed it off the side of the road. I slowly peeled more skin, and each time I did, I felt better, lighter, unencumbered. The road slowly curved around, and still I walked and walked. But it got easier and easier, because I kept picking parts of myself off and tossing them away.
Finally the road curved back to where I was heading back the direction I had come, and it still stretched off a great distance. Walking was becoming so tedious that I thought I shall have to pick off more, and I did. It was amazing how much I could pick off and throw away so I wouldn't have to feel hot and tired and thirsty, or sad and lonely.
After what seemed like days and days of walking, I arrived to a huge gulf, like a deep rip in the earth. It was dark, and the sky was dark, and the other side was black. I knew I had to cross it. But how? Who could cross something like that? I looked over the edge, there was no way to climb down. It was much too far to jump. But I had been instructed to follow the road.
I was nearly to give up, standing there feeling angry at how ridiculous this was. Then I heard a Laugh. It creeped me out, and even though I had no skin left, I could feel where the hairs would have been going up in goosebumps. A big face floated up out of the depths of the gorge, looking at me with hard mocking eyes, laughing at me. He said he would help me over. I said No, you'll eat me. He laughed at my fear. He said he was the only way I could get across, and I said No, you'll pull me down in there. He laughed and floated his face very close to me at the edge, and as he got closer his face turned into my face, and I cried out and fell down in despair, because I knew then that I had destroyed myself, that I had brought this chasm into my life, and that there was no escape.
The despair was horrible. I couldn't escape it. The face laughed and laughed, and I cried and cried. Should I just throw myself off now? I could see no way out. Is this the end?
Then the figure appeared next to me. I still couldn't see his face. He was very stern. He said I told you to follow the road. I wept with my head down and said I followed the road, but I can't follow it any more because it's broken, and there is no way across. He said I gave you a pouch to put treasures in. Show me the treasures you have found. I wept and held out my empty pouch. I said I saw no treasures. He said What about the pretty rock? You saw a pretty rock. I said Yes, but it was just a rock. I felt so terrible that I had not picked up that pretty rock to show him. I realized I had seen other nice things along the way, and that I had nothing to show for my journey. He stood there by me for awhile, silent while I wept and wept. When I was nearly wept out, I asked him How do I go on? What do I do now? Tell me and I will do it.
He said You must go back the way you came. You must find all the pieces you threw away and put them back on. You cannot go on until you have them all back. I said Ok, and in great gloom and sadness turned back to retrace my steps. I could see now I was only a skeleton. I had no flesh left. I looked back and the figure was gone, but so was the laughing face.
The walk back was even longer than the walk forward. I had to stop and search every bush, every rock, every part of the sides of the road for flakes of skin and pieces of fingers and all the other tiny little bits I'd torn off. I tried to make them go back on my skeleton, but they were dried up, useless, unable to cling into place. I put the shriveled pieces into my pouch and kept searching for more.
After a very very long time, what felt like weeks, I arrived back at the door I'd first left, still a skeleton in a robe. The figure appeared. He asked if I had found every piece. I was very miserable and not sure, some of the pieces were so small and dried up I could have missed some. He told me to give him the pouch. It looked pathetic, a small pouch full of dried up flakes of skin. How could that ever cover my body again? They looked too small to ever be able to be usable. I dreaded what he would say. I handed him the pouch and looked away, feeling miserable.
He told me to shut my eyes, so I did. He blew on me, and said Open your eyes. All the skin and little bits were back in place, looking like they first had, and my robe was white. And now I could see his face. He had very stern but kind and loving eyes (I still can't tell this part without crying) and told me to start again. I was to follow the road and collect the treasures I saw. And I had a new command. Never again mutilate myself so that I couldn't feel something. Then he turned and went through a white door that appeared, and I was left with the road.
The rest of the vision went by quickly, as if I were seeing the future. I saw myself gathering pretty stones and flowers, and my pouch growing large. I saw myself happy and having a picnic with others by the side of the road when we got hungry. I saw sadness and grief come over me and pass through, and I saw myself sing again. I saw that I could feel every little breeze on my arms, and feel every blessed pain in my legs.
And when I reached the gorge, it was just a crack across the road.
I stepped over it.
And I woke up. My fever was gone. I got out of bed and ate some food, and have spent the next 20 years of my life following the road.
The dream I just woke up from was so complicated, I'm not sure I can get this down or even say it right before it fades from my head.
We were all in university class, the whole world. We were all afraid of breathing each other's air, but no one wore masks. We mostly just stood a little distance from each other, but we still all sat packed next to each other. It was like if we didn't look at each other, we didn't breathe the same air. It was like the world was insane with this belief that as long as we didn't immediately breathe near each other, we wouldn't get sick.
We were all being taught something in class, and we were all trying to figure out how to solve a problem, but a weird monkey wrench no one thought of was that one of the people sitting in the class was the answer to the problem. Turns out this quiet unassuming man was responsible for something that would kill us all. He'd been smoking 3 different deadly chemicals every night to 'relax', and they had been cooking in his body until he had become a living bioweapon, like a ticking time bomb.
Once that was uncovered, I heard a voice narrating a prophecy about how it would go tough with that man for 3 days until his death, whereupon some dogs would be released into the hospital with him, but the whole picture of that in my dream was very different from what hospital means to us. I don't think it was a literal man in a literal hospital. I'm not even sure the dogs were dogs, more like 'hounds' who hunt or work in a pack, and they came in a door no one else was using.
When the man died, it felt like the prophecy was about to tell me about the son of man rising, but I woke up, and as soon as I was awake I felt confused between son of man and son of god, which was it?
That was the gist. There was a lot more detail, some math, a paper I'd written with a particular title, and a series of clues. I'm not exactly sure what answer we were all looking for.
I think my dream was about the whole world, but it might have been another world this happened on before, or our world wrapped up in such a weird allegory that it didn't look the same. We were all indoors, like we were afraid of the rain. We all knew a very different kind and level of math and science than we are familiar with here and now. We were all very surprised to find out that one man was responsible for the coming death of us all, but he didn't seem to know he was doing it. His body was both cooking the chemicals into a new thing and catalyst for change and he didn't even know it was happening to him. The dogs were all big dogs, and they spoke a different language among themselves. They came in all around that man just before he died. The world was going to change very drastically after that man died.
I know dreams can show us things very quickly. The ones I can't take literally are usually the ones showing or telling me something important, and they usually come true or match something 'in real life' like a puzzle. I have studied dream interpretation, it's a bunch of hogwash.
The 3 chemicals were important, the math we were trying to figure out was important, the time ticking down till that man died was important. What really slowed us down was how insane the world had become worrying about breathing, because there was nothing to be afraid of, but we believed it so much that it had become real.
Exponential Stickiness was the paper I had written in my dream. In my dream, it was a research, not a fanfic of a TV show. The words were important, so now I'm looking them up. I appear the be the only person on this planet who has put the words 'exponential stickiness' together, but there are other things popping up in search, like potential stickiness, etc. I'll link these quotes.
And now I'm going to leap over to quotes from Bab 5 regarding another actor not in Sliders (but prolifically in everything else), related only because of the first actor and their brilliant political scenes together.
Ok, I put that together for about an hour, now I'm making coffee.
I think the takeaway between the dream and the trail it went through based on a phrase in the dream is that something really big is happening, and that we've all be unconsciously tuned to it for a long time. If the universe truly is aware (and we are the manifestation of that), then everything in our own minds is in the universal mind, and all these things mean something in relation to each other. There is a story happening that we keep retelling ourselves over and over in various ways and forms, and until we figure this story out, it's going to keep recycling.
I could do a literal dream interpretation based on my own psyche, but since the things in the dream seem to be shared worldwide, I think it's more a social psychology thing, and I'm just one of the many interpreters or voices adding to the problem solving.
So my interpretation is that 'stickiness' can be applied to belief systems. Stickiness is the idea that once something is noticed, it becomes an attractor, and that everyone adding to that becomes part of the attractor. We are all becoming a giant engine directing an outcome.
In real life, we are in a propaganda war layering over a real war on crimes against humanity. Both sides have become very sticky. Both belief systems are their own attractor engines. We have two main 'timelines' competing for dominance. The propaganda timeline captures minds, the resistance timeline frees minds. The outcome of this layered war may or may not still be up in the air. We are living our existence right now much like Schrodinger's cat, inside a box not yet knowing what the final outcome will be.
One more thing. The last thing resounding through my head before I wrote all this was "It has happened before, it will happen again." I've brought up attractors before. Perhaps this is the 25K cycle that we finally break our own loop.
I got up at 2 a.m. to write that.When Scott got up around 4 I switched to gaming so we could do trades, then went back to bed and slept till 7. This is the next drream.
The world was desperate to stop us all from being absorbed into a very strange matrix. All our minds were becoming part of a global network overseen by a huge AI. They kept trying to send soldiers in to take it down, nothing worked. They tried sending scientists in to make it stop, they couldn't. We were down to the last shreds of people still left outside the network and out of options, so I said send me. I wasn't exactly a sane person, and we reasoned that maybe I could hold out longer and reconfigure some of the programming with my own insanity.
It was like getting ready to go under surgery. I was prepped and walked through the initial launch out, but from there I was on my own.
Sliding one's consciousness into a medium of collected minds was weird, but it was quickly replaced with feeling normal, like a living dream maybe. It was different from real life, not a copy of it, but easy enough to fit in and adapt to. It wasn't very long, though, until it was time to check how things were going, so I was semi retracted since I couldn't communicate with them from in there. At first I thought I was just waking up from surgery and I couldn't get anyone to talk to me, until I saw a sign about the 6th floor. So I took an elevator to the 6th floor and someone at the desk told me I had the wrong floor, I needed the 5th floor. I didn't want to leave the 6th floor and said I'd like to hang out for awhile in one of their recovery rooms, which they allowed.
There were 3 guys in wheelchairs there, one without legs, I think a blind one, and the third was this huge comorbid blotchy guy on a mobile IV who was laughing it up and making hospital jokes. He was easiest to start talking to, then the others joined in, and I wish I could remember that convo because it was really weird. They seemed to know everything about me being on the wrong floor and what my surgery had been all about, and laughing cryptically at me. Then a nurse came to get me and wheel me back to the floor I'd left so we could finish the procedure.
Turns out I wasn't really back in my body, just in a simulation so they could talk to me. As soon as I learned that, they switched something on and I could suddenly see I was literally a partial data download in a hard drive, and they had it hooked up to something to let me visualize some of my communication to them. I was supposed to dream so they could see what I could see. Dreaming was artificially induced and abruptly started, so on my end it seemed like going from a normal world where I was a patient hooked up to equipment to being part of the equipment, and on the monitor appeared sloshes of brownish opaque liquid like an oil splashing shapes across a flat screen, and behind it the matrix of people as my mind had been seeing them after the upload. And I knew in that moment I was never really coming back.
And I woke up again and here I am typing.
It felt like a continuation in another world's history. After the first dream, time passed and then the second dream was about still trying to resolve a very bad situation, which looked like a planetwide takeover controlling everyone. I don't know how AI fit in, whether it was installed to do that, perhaps a purposeful guidance to a complete global network, very unclear if it had gotten out of control.
This wasn't in my dream, but music is very good at soothing and synching brains for use later, if you've ever wondered about how long you can resist something wanting your mind. It doesn't matter what music it is. Lyrics themselves entrap with rhyme or repetition, and then the scales and keys in music can retrain brain rhythms. I know this because I can feel it happen, have been feeling it most of my life. Even the good stuff you think helps support your rebel cause only syncs you into an easy to use place of submission while you are listening to the music.
This is why earworms are so important and worth so much money. The music industry is worth more than the film industry, the two together are spiritually lethal because they take away our ability to resist enough to think through something being a problem and then thinking through how to avoid or solve the problem. As long as we are 'mesmerized' by the sounds and sights of both industries, we are helpless to fight against being manipulated.
We are already in the matrix. Some of us have been working on finding a way out for a very long time.
Those of you who can't yet believe this, who can't conceive the reality of this, are very deeply asleep, or synched. You can't even imagine 'life' without the world construct around you.
No vid trail this time. Those of you who've made it this far with me need to understand that I was programming you with vid trails. They weren't bad, but now it's time for you to create your own thoughts where I leave off.
If you feel too bored or disappointed to mess with that and wander off to something else, that's ok, but sooner or later this will all be stripped away so you can see it for what it really is. This is my mind in a bigger 'mind' touching your minds. This is real experience, but it's not 'real'. You feel like it's real because you are living through it experiencing it, but it's a copy of a copy, not the real thing. In the very real, our minds can meet like this without the 'mind' in the middle controlling how we do it. Think about that for awhile.
So this year's birthday cake is adapted from this original recipe to be gluten free and have slightly less sugar, plus leaving the spices out makes it like a basic yellow cake but with pumpkin in it. It is extremely moist and indulgent and I've been making it for at least 3 years with nothing but accolades.
My version goes like this.
1 1/2 c sugar
1 cup light olive oil
1 regular can libby's pumpkin
Mix well.
4 eggs, mix really well.
2 c gluten free baking mix
Mix in slowly, scrape down, mix until a little fluffy.
Pour off into greased and floured pans or cupcake pans, bake at 350 until springs back from finger dent.
Voila!
If you want the spices for a spice cake, you add in 2 t cinnamon, 1/4 t ginger, and 1/8 t cloves. I've played with a little less cinnamon and a little more ginger for a more gingerbread flavor, very nice.
And then you make cream cheese frosting.
1 8-oz bar of cream cheese, softened
1 stick of butter (1/2 c), softened
1 t vanilla
1 1/2 c powdered sugar
Mix really well.
I've discovered from literally running out of powdered sugar that only 1 cup of it will also work. Most people really don't know the difference.
Since the frosting has cream cheese in it, it should ideally be refrigerated if it's not all eaten up right away. Cream cheese can go a little sour (hard to tell with sugar in it) and make tummy aches, which most people will never think is the culprit unless that is all they've eaten that day. I've never gotten real sick from it being left out, but being immunocompromised for years made me more sensitive to that kind of stuff.
So that cake in the pic up there is the nibble cake that we get all week so that we're caked out when visitors come and they can enjoy fresh cake without us taking so much, too. I cut a layer in half and stacked it, basically, makes it look like there is more. I'll probably do a little bit of autumn on the visitor cakes, I've done colored leaves in the past that turned out pretty good.
So per last post, I ran in for a quick Walmart list for about $40 worth of stuff in case the grids really do go down this particular week and payday rolls through during a blackout. I'm in a very rural subdivision, so I'm really efficient with my shopping trips.
Entire shelves were bare. The store didn't look empty, but there was no buttermilk or heavy cream to be had AT ALL. Nearly the entire section of chips where Tostitos is was bereft. The cheese sticks we normally buy were completely GONE. Most of the raw chicken section in meats was wiped out. The lettuce was very picked through and running out, radishes were nearly completely gone. And marshmallows? Wow, I got the next to very last bag of roasting marshmallows.
The store wasn't "empty", but looking for specifics was ridiculous. It has never been this bad even during 2-week ice storms. It wasn't even this bad when covid started and all the toilet paper disappeared. NOW, it's bad.
The tension in that store was horrible. The people shopping were miserably grumpy, some of them still masked up like people have been dying off like flies, which they actually haven't, most of them tired of it all and not even trying any more to put a good face on. I smiled at everyone I saw, not a soul smiled back. I've never felt so much tension just running up to our little Walmart.
By the time I left my nerves were so on edge from feeling everyone around me that I couldn't wait to get home, which was about a 10 mile drive. About a mile out of town that started draining away as the bright autumn light and beauty of the colors in the fields and forests going by washed back over me. And I got to thinking.
I had spent my morning lightly speed surfing parts of twitter a lot of people rarely run into unless they are looking for specific answers, mainly, how are the white hats and black hats entangled, and what does it all mean? I thought about this on the way home.
It's true that what we are finding is how interwoven the 'good guys' and 'bad guys' all are. It's true that they come from shared histories. But it's not true to lump everyone together into 'bad' or 'evil' just because their hidden ancestry is this or that.
Yes, we have been learning that the mega elite (the 1%) on this planet have been operating a shadow system over the last thousand years that is slowly destroying all of us along with the planet while they get super mega wealthy, and now some of us have been learning that our white hats leading the foray against the evil overlords are actually from the same family lines. But what did you expect?
Those how know, KNOW. How do they know? They know because they grew up with that, or near enough to it to understand it. Not all of them complied with expectations to carry on with destructive agendas. Some of them have been secretly working to stop the advancement of those agendas for decades. They don't want to live on an ugly wrecked up planet any more than we do. They don't like seeing the poor around them treated badly any more than we do. They want peace and beauty for the world as much as we do. And they have been working together to awaken us to this realization that we can be very powerful as a united people.
The evil ones want us divided, picking on each other, being ugly to each other, being hateful, afraid. The nice ones want us to stop picking on each other, stop being ugly to each other, stop being hateful, and stop letting fear dictate our actions. They know the only way to win this planetary war against the 1% ruining everything is to stop being chain yanked and knee jerked by all the stuff they keep slamming into our brains on all our screens.
As I drove home, I could see large areas that still have not been touched by destruction. The earth is still full of very beautiful places, still wild and free and untamed. We are on a real gem of a planet. But people that don't live away from cities and television cannot see what I see. They see what has been programmed for them to see, that the world is ugly and torn up and dying and full of hateful people.
The area I live in was well known for its friendliness before the covid agenda started. Most of us knew no strangers. It was nothing to us to stop and assist others needing assistance, to wave and smile to others whether we know them or not, to friendly chat nearly everywhere we go with anyone. What I felt today in Walmart among the shoppers I weaved in and out of was misery. The friendliness was gone. It was like the good parts of our shared space had been sucked clean out. Why? Because we are afraid of each other being harbingers of death. I'm sorry, I've already been through all the autoimmune chronic crash crap from a flu shot in 2007, and as miserable as that all was for a number of years trying to regain my life back, I'm no longer afraid. I've already walked through the valley of the shadow of death and all kinds of loss of function. That fear has no more power over me. I was so sick for so long that I finally got tired of being sick and started researching how to get healthy. It's taken years, but look at me being healthy now. I scraped my broken brain together and very slowly hacked my way through a jungle of misery and chaos, and now I'm here sharing with you guys that we CAN survive all of this and find our joy again.
We need to remember that the world isn't all bad. Not everything out there is a lie and a deception, or a trick mocking us. Sure, media lies, so stop watching it and go find your Truth. Stop dwelling on death and vaccines and politics and look at some trees. Trees are real. The earth is real. Smell some fresh air and feel how big the world is. There is so much still untainted by all the stress that is stripping our minds.
Stop worrying about other people and focus on what you think and how you feel. What do you need? How can you get what you need? Find a way to get what you need for your soul and your body so you can start feeling good again about being alive. Don't let them take that away from you like they have the right to do that. They don't.
We have the right to own ourselves and to find what makes us feel good, to feel grateful for something nice in our lives instead of hateful reacting to stuff they keep shoving in our faces. We have the right to stop believing everything we are told and go find out for ourselves what is right and true. We have the right to think on our own without being told what to do and how to live. We have the right to figure things out for ourselves instead of being fussed at that we are wrong so that we feel forced to cave in to pressure to do things we don't want to do. We have the right to find out how strong we really can be and then to stand up and BE strong. We have the right to breathe freely without having to worry with every breath about death.
Because that would drain anyone, heart and soul.
I love you. Humans, to me, are as cute and quirky as any other living being on this planet, and I love finding things on youtube that make me laugh and go awwww and want to hug people when they cry. Humans are very special because they are born naturally sweet and kind and automatically reach out to hug on anything that moves. Humans are delightfully entertaining and clever, and we all live our stories, learning how to create our own narratives and find our best selves inside sometimes the stupidest situations. We are heroes when we rise up and reach out to every being around us.
Humanity is very strong when we realize who the true enemy is. We can make all this misery stop in one day if we wanted. I think some of us just don't realize yet how very potent each one of us is, because the medias are so condescending to us if we don't obey what they tell us to do.
I'm going to go make my birthday cakes now, and clean my house. If the grids really do go down for this new worldwide 'maintenance' this week, I'll be ready to sit back and chill with a good book.
Since drops are indicating that a worldwide 3-day blackout during free energy changeover (not a clue how that will even work, but I'm betting most people won't have a clue) will be Oct. 20 through 23rd, I'm going to go ahead and bake up my little birthday cakes today and freeze them and make the cream cheese frosting to keep in the fridge and frost later. I may have visitors over several days since I'm turning 60 this year, and I want to be ready!
I also want to make some popcorn balls for little Halloween bags for some of my younger guests, but I'm not sure how long those will keep, I'll have to research a little. In my experience, homemade popcorn balls go kind of stale fairly quickly, but I generally don't wrap them. I wonder if wrapping them up really good while they are still fresh will do it.
I mean, if nothing happens, it's still all done, right. I also want to get my house spiffed up, but I'll feel better if the food is done up.
And then on my birthday I've already requested that we grill outside. Payday is during blackout, so I might saunter into town and just go pick up some chicken tenders just in case, plus I wanna get some fresh milk and stuff for salads this week.
I saw the word reboot slide through the drops so I'm hoping the internet in general will be sliding over (if it hasn't already) onto the new quantum internet. I dunno though, they said many times to archive offline. Just to reiterate, if none of my stuff slides over, I'm not inclined to rush out and replicate it again or even salvage it back out there from my own archives. I might, however, go forward with projects I'm still kind of working on.
So in case you don't follow me on twitter or whatever and you still check here for some reason, we got this today, and since Russia and parts of Europe are already doing TV promos about the blackout coming, I'm inclined to believe it.
:edit: To everyone who's been super stocking freezers- we were warned to stock up on dried beans and rice and canned goods, NONperishables that will keep a long time. If we really do go through a worldwide blackout, we're going to be losing a lot of frozen food unless you have backup generators or ways to cook it off or something. Hopefully this won't be a problem, but THAT might be one of the reasons they've been reminding us for months and months to stock up our nonperishable backup supplies. If shops go down there will be no buying and selling, if freezers go down a LOT of food will perish, so let's all get our grills out and fiesta! One way to make food last longer is simply to cook it. In the old days, meats were cooked into pies, and the aspic (the jelly that congeals after you cook meat) was poured over everything like meats and cheeses to create airtight seals so they'd have a longer shelf life. People would cook up a week's worth of meat pies (protected in crusts and sauces) and set them in cool cupboards with towels over them since they had no plastics for storage. Be cautious doing this so you don't get food poisoning, it's not a magical fix, more like a forgotten culinary art. Anyway, if it all goes south, cook up what you are afraid will perish and find ways to get it sealed back up or have a block party and share. If all else fails, if you have the means to keep a stock pot over a low burner, just make a big soup and keep it hot enough to not spoil. Soup spoils very quickly, so don't let it set off the heat if you have no refrigeration. Think through this, ok? Think ahead.
That last post had some interesting stats. I'd never before seen specifically Wales show up in any of my stats on any of my blogs, ever.
Other interesting countries showed up, as well, including a country I'd never heard of and is apparently a political hotspot, and I know this because I looked it up. I get regulars, these weren't regulars. It was like watching an alert string going out or something. The really most interesting thing was that not a single one of them checked out anything else on the entire blog. This is a tiny blog, very easy to see incoming. It's super rare to see non readers coming in for one specific reason from very specific places that have never visited before and not start scoping out the place. They put eyes on that one thing and left, quite simply. I can't specifically nail down a couple of particular U. S. locations being new eyes on or returning, but them showing up in the middle of this and behaving the same way really caught my attention.
See, when I put links out and the usual handful of readers pops in right after getting notifications, they obviously respond to links in real time. I've been doing this for years. Likewise, something like the Stefani post going a little nuts in one or two particular countries is also something I've seen before. This was very different. I've also seen occasional brief alert share hits between locations I'm familiar with, but those are self limiting. This was like I hit a very specific set of nerves in a small global network or something.
It's things like that that make me wish I'd kept paying for the really good tracker that gave me enough info to nail down buildings and practically see hosting service companies. Like that sweet golf course in France one year, or that time I could tell which street the room was facing in that super posh hotel in L.A. Oh, well.
My favorite part is when Brad and Janet step out of the elevator.
Looking back on history, there is a point where we can see that it is not that any particular symbolism is inherently evil, but that those nefarious persons who adopt it are themselves evil, and that evil bleeds into the symbolism.
So it is not goats themselves that are evil, but a thousand year shadow reign that adopted the goat as symbolism as a quiet communication device to those who know the codes. The following quote comes from a very long research at Kal Dani's Oracle (kaldanis.blogspot.com).
"The Markhor goat head is depicted between lightning bolts and 115"
Our entire lives have been steeped in directed symbolism, which in turn has subconsciously molded us for agendas we have not been privy to, until the surge of reveals over the last few years.
I grew up with a person who knew the symbolism, somewhat knew about the numerology (gematria), knew there were connections between languages and spellings, family histories and world history, the corruption behind the 'magic' of science and the way it keeps affecting religions, which are used to control populations.
My dad was a keen study. He collected things. He saved a very important announcement about Illuminati in a newspaper when it was still taken for granted that everyone knew about it, before it all smeared out of existence during the age of the internet, and has now exploded back on the scene. For a few years it was 'conspiracy', but now they have their own website. They no longer hide it.
I grew up with quite a lot of the propaganda that has rolled out over the decades, watched it being used to create directed reactions between groups of people. Initially it was the old vs the young, Flower Power, war on TV every night vs the love-ins, and lots of distraction with all the new rock bands and concerts and the way nightly entertainment hosts invited guests on their shows to promote record sales.
Several things that affected the entire world in fairly real time were moon launches, Princess Diana's wedding, the Challenger blowing up, stuff like that. Over the last ten years I've watched Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, and other shows somewhat partner with twitter (via certain accounts hosted on TV who purposely focused on tweeting) roll out worldwide live events that focused millions of people all over the planet into real time emotion synchronization. I loved being swept up on twitter in live tweet events, and made such a game of it that it became my lifestyle for a few years.
During that time I noticed and started bringing up a phenomenon I called 'lockstep'. I noticed how synchronized the world was becoming between screens and emotionally reacting in real time all day long. I worked in retail some years ago and always wondered why competing franchises would sync up their weekly and yearly sales, well, that became clear once I noticed TV advertising and twitter were working together to keep people in lockstep. Keep people focused on very purposeful agendas, from food and retail sales to political goals. Keep people pressured to find niche groups and conform to opinionated peer pressure. Keep people so preoccupied with instantly responding that they stopped taking time out to actually go see if incoming was matching established information. And then I noticed the established information was changing, sometimes subtly over time, sometimes very abruptly like we just switched timelines. The changes seemed synched with real time incoming from screens and the pressured opinionating.
Since I've been obsessed with an illness that affected my memory for a few years and information in general because I'm a curious sort, and since I'm also the sort with a somewhat eidetic memory for what I see in print and about when and where I saw it, I've been noticing some very important changes that have been affecting all of us. We have become so used to all our memories becoming a bit fuzzy and being reminded continually on screens what is going on from minute to minute that many of us don't even question what is happening. We're busy, life is moving fast, and we don't have time to stop and research every little thing that gives us pause.
Our entire world is shutting down. It's not just lockdowns any more. World shipping is shutting down. World travel is becoming problematic. World production is such a mess that businesses are shutting down.
There is a very real Operation Lockstep. Click these screenshots to read more.
Eugenics & the Rockefellers
Let’s deal with certain facts. The Rockefeller family has been in the forefront of eugenics-the science of population control, since 1902. In 1952, David Rockefeller’s eldest brother John established the Population Council. In the subsequent decades, the eugenics program developed, tested, and implemented various bio-warfare tools, as a means of controlling population growth. Since then, efforts at creating the necessary infrastructure, research bodies, lab testing and experimentations, have proceeded till the present day. Documentation has proved that biological warfare is a reality, and that the United States is in the forefront of this. Although other nations have the capability, to some degree, none is as advanced as the US is, in this field.
The Rockefeller Family first entered the oil business, in 1865, when it was only 6 years old. No other family knows the oil industry like them; in fact, they know it cold.
Crude oil is processed in a refinery, and some of that is used as a basic feedstock in petro-chemical plants. These petro-chemical plants produce a variety of products, some of which are used as feedstock in chemical plants. These chemical plants, in turn produce a variety of products, and some of them are used as a basic feedstock to produce pharmaceuticals. So, in short, the family controls the global oil industry, as well as the largest chemical and pharma companies. There is nothing wasted in any of these processes. The first insecticide wasFLIT, invented in 1923, and mainly intended for killing flies and mosquitoes, was mineral oil based and manufactured by the Standard Oil, now known as Exxon – a Rockefeller company. Since then, many other chemical/oil based products have been made into medicines, and other chemicals that are harmful to human health.
By the end of 1945, the dominant force in America was the 5 Rockefeller brothers. Their mandate was to take control of the entire globe, and to eliminate any rivals on its quest for global dominance.
Even Adolf Hitler’s extermination policies against Jews and other minorities, was funded by the Rockefeller family. Starting in the late 1960s and early 1970s, the first fruits of their research yielded the AIDS virus, which devastated many Third World nations. This was followed by more exotic viruses such as SARS, MERS 2000, Ebola, the Avian flu, etc.
Regarding the Covid 19 virus, the authors are the same. And the targets are all economic and geopolitical rivals of the US. China and Iran we understand. Italy was because of its tie-up with China’s BRI program. The Italians refused to back out of this deal with China, hence it was targeted. In Iran’s case, we find a strange phenomenon, in that senior government and parliamentary officials have been targeted.
In the last 15 years, China was seen as an emerging rival to the US, and its controllers-the Rockefeller family. China underwent several acts of economic and financial warfare from the US. In recent trade negotiations, in order to make China kneel fast, the family launched the Covid 19 virus on China. Then Iran and Italy suffered the same fate.
The UN is a Rockefeller entity. The WHO is a part of the UN apparatus, and we find that WHO was very quick to issue a pandemic alert, when there is zero proof of it. The common flu has claimed more lives in the past two months than the Covid 19 virus. So, we find that these power brokers are playing a dangerous game here. In 2003, media spread fear-mongering about a SARS pandemic proved way overblown, 800 deaths reported after hysteria subsided. In the same year, 42,643 people in the US were killed in 6,328,000 police-reported motor vehicle accidents, 2,889,000 people injured.
In 2009, the WHO falsely predicted a global Swine flu H1N1 pandemic that could affect “as many as two billion people over the next two years.” At the time, evidence suggested that the H1N1 strain was bio engineered in a US laboratory, vaccines produced for it extremely hazardous and potentially lethal. No national or global emergency existed. No pandemic or epidemic occurred. The CDC estimated that from 8,330 to 17,160 deaths resulted from the strain.
Fear-mongering at the time aimed to convince people to take experimental, untested, toxic and extremely dangerous vaccines that can damage the human immune system and cause health problems ranging from annoying to life-threatening. A similar scenario is in play today.
The US had an active biological warfare program since at least the 1940s. In 1941, it implemented a secret program to develop offensive and allegedly defensive bioweapons using controversial testing methods. During WWII, the US Chemical Warfare Services began mustard gas experiments on about 4,000 servicemen.
In 1945, the US Atomic Energy Commission (AEC) implemented “Program F.” It was the most extensive US study of the health effects of fluoride – a key chemical component in atomic bomb production. It’s one of the most toxic chemicals known, risking harm to the central nervous system. Yet low concentration amounts are in drinking water and toothpaste, little or nothing reported officially or by establishment media on its toxicity.
Since at least the 1940s, VA patients were guinea pigs for medical experiments.
The Pentagon earlier released biological agents in US cities to learn the effects of germ warfare in populated areas, tests done secretly. In 1953, the CIA initiated Project MKULTRA – a multi-year research program to test drugs and biological agents for mind control and behavior modification, unwitting human subjects used. From the 1960s at least through the 1980s, the US used biological agents against Cuba. During the Vietnam War, the Pentagon’s use of hugely toxic Agent Orange and sarin nerve gas killed, disabled, or caused chronic illnesses for millions, mainly civilians.
In all US wars, radiological, chemical, biological and other banned weapons are used, inflicting a devastating toll on people in targeted areas.
Is the coronavirus a bioweapon? The answer is YES! Most likely, it’ll be contained in the weeks ahead, reported numbers of individuals infected falling, not rising. When all is said and done, ongoing fear-mongering will likely prove to be a bonanza for Big Pharma. As for the coronavirus, it may end up a footnote in medical history — thousands affected in China, not millions, mainly in and around Wuhan, small numbers elsewhere.
The Rockefeller Foundation 2010 Report
But, what has emerged recently is quite sinister. The reaction by western governments on this virus issue has been closely following the guidelines as per the 2010 report. Here it is useful to go back to a highly relevant report published a decade ago by the Rockefeller Foundation, one of the world’s leading backers of eugenics, and creators of GMO among other things.
The report in question has the bland title, “Scenarios for the Future of Technology and InternationalDevelopment.” It was published in May 2010 in cooperation with the Global Business Network of futurologist Peter Schwartz. The report contains various futurist scenarios developed by Schwartz and company.
One scenario carries the intriguing title, “LOCK STEP: A world of tighter top-down government control and more authoritarian leadership, with limited innovation and growing citizen pushback.” Here it gets interesting as in what some term predictive programming.
The Schwartz scenario states,
“In 2012, the pandemic that the world had been anticipating for years finally hit. Unlike 2009’s H1N1, this new influenza strain — originating from wild geese — was extremely virulent and deadly. Even the most pandemic-prepared nations were quickly overwhelmed when the virus streaked around the world, infecting nearly 20 percent of the global population and killing 8 million in just seven months…”
He continues,
“The pandemic also had a deadly effect on economies: international mobility of both people and goods screeched to a halt, debilitating industries like tourism and breaking global supply chains. Even locally, normally bustling shops and office buildings sat empty for months, devoid of both employees and customers.” This sounds eerily familiar.
Then the scenario gets very interesting:
“During the pandemic, national leaders around the world flexed their authority and imposed airtight rules and restrictions, from the mandatory wearing of face masks to body-temperature checks at the entries to communal spaces like train stations and supermarkets. Even after the pandemic faded, this more authoritarian control and oversight of citizens and their activities stuck and even intensified. In order to protect themselves from the spread of increasingly global problems — from pandemics and transnational terrorism to environmental crises and rising poverty — leaders around the world took a firmer grip on power.”
A relevant question is whether the Rockefeller Empire , are using the widespread fears around the COVID-19 to advance an agenda of “lock step” top down social control, one that would include stark limits on travel, perhaps replacing of cash by “sanitary” electronic cash, mandatory vaccination even though the long term side effects are not proven safe, unlimited surveillance and the curtailing of personal freedoms such as political protests on the excuse it will allow “identification of people who refuse to be tested or vaccinated,” and countless other restrictions.
In addition, many countries have shut down schools and universities, thus increasing the uncertainties, and spreading even more fear amongst the populations of these countries.
Much of the Rockefeller 2010 scenario is already evident. Fear is never a good guide to sound reason. Many people would gladly surrender some of their liberties, in exchange for peace and stability. This is what the game-plan is all about. How much liberty will people give up?
Too much hype and limited facts; the conclusion is that there is 99% fear, and 1% facts. The main stream media are scant with information.
We will wait and see what the Rockefeller network of power and its controlled governments are going to unravel next, in terms of gaining more control over people. A number of such incidents, financial crashes, economic upheavals, wars, etc., all have a single purpose in mind – the establishment of a one world government, dominated and controlled by Rockefeller men and money.
The worldwide fear of a hitherto unknown but supposedly highly contagious and weapons-grade virus means that many people feel paralyzed , public life in several states is crippled by governments, at the same time fundamental civil liberties are “honed” or severely restricted and also the military is brought into readiness. What is going on here?
The guidelines that are being enacted globally are following closely the script laid down in the 2010 Rockefeller report. As noted, France and Italy have now progressed to the next level, called LOCK DOWN; wherein the governments are enforcing a stay-at-home policy. This is being backed up by using police and the army. This LOCK DOWN step will be implemented in many other countries. What is happening now was inconceivable two months ago.
The former Soviet head of state Mikhail Gorbachev recently described the current political situation as extremely worrying. According to “Sputnik News” of 12.03.20 he wrote: “War is in the air.”
A further report from 9 March makes one sit up and take notice: Two months before the outbreak of the coronavirus in the Chinese city of Wuhan, a group of experts (on the payroll of the Rockefeller Group, such as Bill Gates and Johnson & Johnson) conducted the pandemic simulation “Event 201”, which was organized by John Hopkins University in the US and came to alarming results. The aim was to test how governments and authorities would behave in the event of a global pandemic with “potentially catastrophic consequences” and what effects it could have.
Has the ruling “elite” agreed to conduct a long-planned laboratory experiment with the civil society of the countries worldwide at the beginning of 2020? Which states and institutions are responsible for participating in this “sinister coup”? What role do the superpowers China, USA and Russia play?
What is the role of the United Nations (UN), which has long had the NWO in mind? And what role in this dirty “game” has been assigned to the by no means independent World Health Organization (WHO)? Do we want to “drag” the current political system, seize power in the world and distract some of the world’s citizens from this geopolitical event? What is their aim?
During the height of the COVID-19 epidemic China’s production apparatus for everything was almost shut-down. For deliveries that were still made, merchandise vessels were regularly and categorically turned back from many harbors all around the world. So, the west has tricked itself into a shortage-of-everything mode by waging a de facto “economic war” on China. How long will it last? – Nobody knows, but China’s economy which was down by about half, has rapidly recovered to above 80% of what it was before the coronavirus hit. How long will it last to catch up with the backlog?
What is behind it all? – A total crackdown with artificially induced panic to the point where people are screaming “help, give us vaccinations, display police and military for our security” – or even if the public despair doesn’t go that far, it would be easy for the EU and US authorities to impose a military stage of siege for “health protection of the people”. In fact, CDC (Center for Disease Control in Atlanta), has already designed harshly dictatorial directives for a “health emergency”.
Questions upon questions, to which we citizens and current “guinea pigs” demand an answer, in order to know what form of government or dictatorship is coming up in the near future and how we can react to it and how we have to arrange our lives.
The word ‘pandemic’ bears a similarity to the word ‘panic’ and indeed ‘pandemonium’. In fact ‘pandemic’ evokes an almost instant flush of fear in those easily manipulated by mass media, before any details have even touched the surface or context in which the word is being used.
Those who plan the major moves on the chess-board of covert human control know that by leading with the word ‘pandemic’ they have an instantly effective weapon at their disposal to psychologically weaken the resistance of individuals vulnerable to irrational and impressionistic mind sets.
So, in a world heavily conditioned by the proclamations of the mass media, the fear weapon has a huge psychological power. In the battle now raging for ‘who controls the world’, some of the largely hidden or disguised controlling agents of global power – are now appearing on the surface. And that’s why chaos and fear are very much ‘flavour of the month’.
However, what has become all too clear is the fact thatlarge numbers of people are being herded – and are not resisting. The scare tactics being employed are more dangerous than the virus that is the excuse for deploying them. Under this induced state of psychosis all manner of tricks can be perpetrated on mankind – and that is precisely what we are witnessing at this time.
Instead, it can be seen for what it is; a planned manipulation of the people and resources of this planet, whose main goading-tool consists of the well-rehearsed art of spreading fear and panic. And this, in turn, to undermine the rational and common sense based gift which we have all been blessed with from birth, and which – when in good order – can clearly see through the facade and hold the line of reason and truth.
Many have seen this ‘order out of chaos’ drama coming for years. The chaos bit is with us right now and very visible. The ‘order’ is to follow and consists in the emergence of a peace maker – or peace plan. Thus allowing for a little holiday period in which the weak kneed can rejoice at their survival and bless the emergence of the ‘new order’, under the authority of no matter who or what, so long as they can believe that the world has been saved from anarchy and ruin.
Every one of us whose knees have not turned to jelly and whose brains have not turned to mind controlled pulp, must take this moment to declare ourselves, boldly and resolutely with these four words “We do not consent”.
Along with forced vaccination, who knows what would be contained in the cocktail of ‘’mini-diseases” injected, and what their long-term effects might be. Similar to those of GMOs, where all sorts of germs could be inserted without us, the commons, knowing?
We may indeed be just at the beginning of the implementation of ID2020 – which includes, forced vaccination, population reduction and total digital control of everybody – on the way to One World Order – and global financial hegemony – Full Spectrum Dominance.
After the pandemic has been officially declared, the next step may be – also at the recommendation either by WHO, or individual countries, “force vaccination”, under police and/or military surveillance. Those who refuse may be penalized (fines and / or jail – and force-vaccinated all the same).
If indeed force-vaccination will happen, another bonanza for Big Pharma, people really don’t know what type of cocktail will be put into the vaccine, maybe a slow killer, that acts-up only in a few years – or a disease that hits only the next generation – or a brain debilitating agent, or a gene that renders women infertile …. all is possible – always with the aim of full population control and population reduction. In a few years’ time, one doesn’t know, of course, where the disease comes from. That’s the level of technology our bio-war labs have reached (US, UK, Israel, Canada, Australia…).
Another hypothesis, at this point only a hypothesis, but a realistic one, is that along with the vaccination – if not with this one, then possibly with a later one, a Nano-chip may be injected, unknown to the person being vaccinated. The chip may be remotely charged with all your personal data, including bank accounts – digital money. Yes, digital money that’s what “they” are aiming at, so you really have no control any more over your health and other intimate data, but also over your earnings and spending. Your money could be blocked, or taken away – as a ‘sanction’ for misbehavior, for swimming against the stream. You may become a mere slave of the masters. Comparatively, feudalism may appear like a walk in the park.
It’s not for nothing that Dr. Tedros, DG of WHO, said a few days ago, we must move towards digital money, because physical paper and coin money can spread diseases, especially endemic diseases, like the coronavirus. Was this a precursor for things to come? – Or for things already here? – In many Scandinavian countries cash is largely banned and even a bar of chocolate can be paid only electronically.
Agenda ID2020
We are moving towards a totalitarian state of the world. This is part of Agenda ID2020 – and these steps to be implemented now – prepared since long, including by the coronavirus computer simulation at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore on 18 October 2019, sponsored by the WEF and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.
What is the infamous ID2020? It is an alliance of public-private partners, including UN agencies and civil society. It’s an electronic ID program that uses generalized vaccination as a platform for digital identity. The program harnesses existing birth registration and vaccination operations to provide newborns with a portable and persistent biometrically-linked digital identity. GAVI, the Global Alliance for Vaccines and Immunization, identifies itself on its website as a global health partnership of public and private sector organizations dedicated to “immunization for all”. GAVI is supported by WHO, and needless to say, its main partners and sponsors are the pharma-industry.
The ID2020 Alliance at their 2019 Summit, entitled “Rising to the Good ID Challenge”, in September 2019 in New York, decided to roll out their program in 2020, a decision confirmed by the WEF in January 2020 in Davos. Their digital identity program will be tested with the government of Bangladesh. GAVI, the Vaccine Alliance, and “partners from academia and humanitarian relief” (as they call it), are part of the pioneer party.
Is it just a coincidence that ID2020 is being rolled out at the onset of what WHO calls a Pandemic? – Or is a pandemic needed to ‘roll out’ the multiple devastating programs of ID2020?
This pandemic is rapidly becoming an international nightmare, and it appears that our freedoms are about to be restricted in ways that most of us never thought possible. Spain, Italy, and France have already entered the “LOCK DOWN” stage. How many other nations will follow? America and the world are on the verge of being locked down, and for many of us it truly will feel like we have been put in prison.
The answer to the question “WHO BENEFITS?” points to one family in the world – the Rockefeller family. They have the means, know-how, and the intent. Also, the Rockefeller Empire is running out of time; they have to work fast, and implement their “Fortress America “game-plan, before their economic and geopolitical rivals get too strong.
Please read the soon to be published article, called “How the Rockefellers Trumped the World”, in order to understand the last paragraph better. We do, indeed, live in interesting times.
Personally, I don't think the Rockefellers pulled the Trump card. Their setups are suffering hugely because of the white hat alliance working with Flynn behind the scenes that seems to be very anti-NWO, especially with Executive Order drawn up on 12-21-17. Anyone paying real attention could see the Vatican, the Crown, and the DC trifecta being dismantled.
I said a few years ago the race is on over who will control the world. We're very close to losing everything, including habeas corpus, which is the root of our foundation here in the United States. The covid agenda seeks to overturn habeas corpus, very simply. Really don't think the Rothschilds planned on using Trump to start a worldwide grassroots defiance against the covid agenda. I know to some of you it didn't look like that, but consider how hard medias have been working to shut anyone up going against the narrative they present.
