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I think my granddad was one of the lightworkers. Of all my grandparents, he stands out as both kind and a timeline changer. His gruffness was probably migraines, heard he suffered from them for years.

We've all suffered in my family. We all go against the grain and stand against tyranny to do what is right for others. People who do that suffer more, years of spiritual and physical attacks to slow us down if we can't be stopped.

People who don't think this is real, ask- Do bad things happen when you have good intentions? Does that make you feel like giving up?

We are all under siege, all slaves, all living under the duress of illusion. Depression grips us almost with cosmic intent, turning everything good we feel inside out.

NESARA
http://intothelight.news/knowledge-base/nesara/

Putting that there for easy reference.

Here you go, this one, too. Other good vids in that channel.

Several people want to argue fear porn with me, determined that NESARA is what's bad. After seeing the trafficking and cannibalism I've seen, I'm wondering how in heaven's name anyone can say NESARA is more evil than raping and eating babies and children.

There is twisted evil in anyone thinking God would warn us against fixing our global ills as the trap we don't want our souls caught in vs raping and eating babies.

Logic escapes them.

THAT is how evil things have become, when people trying to help each other becomes a worse thing than raping and eating babies.

I may be mentally ill, but I'm not stupid, and my mind is free of fear porn and doublethink.

This channel has been interesting lately. Go for the weird, stay for the music.
https://youtu.be/ljB72x6cGeo

I've had a very long day out. Nothing horrible, just long. My state started phase one reopening, and the traffic was more like a Friday before Christmas than a Tuesday in late spring. It was lovely, though. This has been an exceptionally pretty spring. It's like the sky changed or something.

It's also still holding as one of my easiest spring allergy seasons ever. Don't get me wrong, still eating antihistamines like candy, but no steroid of any kind yet, no real suffering. Well, my eyes are very itchy, and I spent April with one eye constantly lubed in ointment, but my eye doctor gave me a $5  coupon for eye allergy drops today and I'm very happy about it. I'd have gotten them weeks earlier, but the clinic was shut down.

This post meeting my new psychiatrist depressive episode is lasting longer than I thought it would. It also seems to have triggered more memories coming out. Funny, I was holding pretty steady all spring till that, contentedly enjoying all the feels being turned off again after years of stress, and now I'm lurking the depths like some king of boggy ground fog. Suddenly in forgetful land again. This morning I literally poured coffee down the sink instead of into a cup and then stupidly wondered what just happened. The forgetfulness is so bad today that it stops me every few steps like my brain falling out over and over.

Still, I successfully ran errands today, so yay.

I didn't hear a single cough in all the hours I was out. Its like people are terrified to cough even a little now.

K, I need to be done with this. Too many of us trying to make paragraphs today.

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Woke up from a dream about Walter Cronkite. Not a clue where that even came from, but he'd have been around in the past life I think I had before this one.

One of the articles I read before meeting my new psychiatrist said to expect that level of interaction to heighten a depressive episode afterward. Boy, they weren't kidding. However, it's been very interesting watching Pinky and Jacky shuffling back and forth since then. At least it's not outright sabotage any more. I think the honesty is helping tremendously.

Finally dealing for real with dissociative disorder. All these years, alone with myself in pieces, and it took this long to get someone to discuss it with me, partly because so much of it was hidden from myself for so long. Imagine living like that all your life and no one you know even questions it.

I'm still here. I was very thoroughly questioned again about suicide and self harm. It's been a group effort inside my head stopping the sabotage every single day.

Q and Cicada, perhaps

That is a picture of my TV, zoomed in on wall decor in the Capitol during the last Hunger Games movie just before the building was destroyed. To me it looks like covid with the black cube of Saturn in the center.

And that is the black cube itself on the Capitol lawn in one of the earlier movies.

I've brought up black cube before, several posts back. Other people I've run into are noticing covid 'art' in other older films, as well.

I'm having weird dreams again. I used to have laundry nightmares that I've shared on other blogs here and there. Last night I was trying to sort worn uniforms into laundry piles in a fast food restaurant and I kept fussing at my coworkers to stop kicking them under the furniture and equipment. The uniforms were colorful heavy crushed velvet, very expensive. Maybe I've rewatched a little too much Effie Trinket lately.

Stripes and dots. Have you ever noticed that all decor boils down to stripes and dots, and mixes and variations thereof? Like, paisley is very elaborate dots. Wavy lines are still stripes. Dots and stripes can be arranged into infinite patterns.

I've been noticing for a long time that the very numerous things all around us can be sifted down into a scant handful of categories or subsets. Once you can see that in all the patterns, it's almost like seeing how to walk through walls.

Very few people know how to do this. I'll think someone is brilliant about an idea, and eventually figure out they didn't realize the full potential of that idea at all, and I feel stunned that they missed seeing what I did. I assume everyone around me can see what I can, the way I can, and when I get excited to talk they fall flat and don't get it.

For instance, 2 or 3 years ago I was deep digging and wondered if Q either sprang directly from or hijacked the Cicada game.

People forget things so quickly, even when they are very smart. As soon as Q established being 17, I instantly thought Cicada.

I don't have the kind of brain that decrypts riddles, but I do see more easily than some others how patterns emerge. I'm very good with patterns.

It's nearly cicada season. Q says it's going to be a hot summer. I live in the heart of midwest cicada country, so I'm very familiar with them. Maybe we should be taking this literally to get some deep dig info.

See that? Brood IX will hatch this year in states where big bases and alphabet buildings are located.

17 is a very important number with Q and our current POTUS. One anon was noticing how many family members and past associates had been born on the 17th of their birth months. Things like that.

Maybe we need to learn where these cicada broods are typically located. Looks to me like some agencies will be getting swarmed.

Back to the black cube, let's make a leap and possibly a conjecture.

In the next bit, note that a 3D cube can be made out of a hexagon.

Now let's tie that black cube and 17 together.

This is the year that the cabal goes down, per this POTUS administration.

This is the year cicadas swarm the black cube, per symbolism.

Just like in Hunger Games.

They stormed the Capitol.

You can leap to every imagery and pun and take that where you please. I honestly don't know if there is a connection between Q and Cicada, but Q says there are no coincidences.

In the event Brood IX means anything...