For a look (according to the authors) at just how long this type of thing has been occurring in this country & other countries---with political ties to our own, read the following. Transformation of America, by O'Brien/Phillips. This is no easy read, so if you feel at this time, with all the other madness within & without our country, it…
For a look (according to the authors) at just how long this type of thing has been occurring in this country & other countries---with political ties to our own, read the following. Transformation of America, by O'Brien/Phillips. This is no easy read, so if you feel at this time, with all the other madness within & without our country, it's probably not the best book to read at this moment. If, what the authors claim is true, it could be argued, from a certain vantage point, that the republic has been taken over, by powerful forces, by at least 60 years.
Totally agree. Nothing is as it was, nor will it ever be. Enough of us have discovered the unrelenting, soul-crushing, fetal position inducing truth and we can never unsee it. We must continue to fight to reveal the truth.
"The republic has been taken over by powerful forces, by at least 60 years."
More like since the very beginning. Washington DC looks like an owl's head from the sky. The 666 ft obeslik. The all seeing eye in a pyramid and the 13 stars forming a hexgram on the dollar. Their references to god in the founding documents was actually to their god, Lucifer. Ever wonder why SCOTUS has been wiping their arse with the constitution for decades? This latest spat of upholding it seems way out of place. Ever wonder why the weird handshakes?
It's the same story in every country. America's not unique. I don't see a solution.
I decide to drive up to the mountains to a secluded ravine, where the fish are always hoppin'.
I offer this to myself for all the tremendous Work I'm inclined to accomplish faithfully.
I vow to myself this is about being a weathered lone man surviving in the cryin' wilderness.
Leavin' home, I have completely left behind the comforts of the weary world in my rearview mirror.
I am wearin' sackcloth, face covered in ashes, lip balm, sunscreen Factor XVI, Mentholatum dabbed in nostrils to abjure the stinky comatose state of Nature, & branded with a single tin cup, just in case.
I already have a tremendous neck rash from my crudely-cut shirt, & sweating profusely.
? But does that stop me ?
...Please.
I arrive. I breathe in the clean air. I think deep within myself, "Man, Nature is where it's at, its got a menthol-ee smell."
It feels sacred. The quiet is playing some-sort-of melody, that rejuvenates. And hopefully, I it.
Because batteries are too expensive for me, I power my boom-box with an extension cord, running from my continuously running old truck.
Since my engine blockhead has a slow leak, I poured in a wee bit too much oil at departure, so now my exhaust is smokin'.
I put in a CD, YES's Close To The Edge, put volume at 12, press repeat, then press play. The opening bird sounds attract other warblers.
And then it happens...
There's this guy, already fishin' upstream from me. He's quiet. Focused. It's like he's in some-sort-of-balance with Nature. Who the hell does he think he is !?!
And get this...
He's fly-fishin'. Oh !, Look at me, I'm the cabinet-maker-level of carpentry. I'm full of patience & skill.
Well. I quickly don my waders, purchased for 3 bucks at a garage sale & enter the liquid current field-of-endeavor.
Well. Let's just say, I'm wading in more than my waders.
He catches a fish, gently unhooks it, places the fish in the current's stream to assist oxygenation, & releases it.
I slap the watery surface hard & numerous times trying to drive the fish toward me.
While the fish is definitely making its way to me, he catches another. Then another. Then another again.
Well. I throw my metal crab cage against the rocky shore. The bait quickly draws a raccoon, he enters the cage & the doors close. I think, "Well at least I caught somethin'."
As I wade furiously upstream to him, with my non-hermetically-sealed waders, I am cast undercurrent.
He expertly casts a fly-hook into one of my suspender straps, & lifts me up into air.
Well. Game on. I fight him like sort sort of marlin. I seek more central deeper waters, he pulls me back. I twist & turn. He pulls me to shoreline, dragging me over the smooth & sharp stones carpeting the shoreline's interface.
I'm exhausted, laying there, belly up, like a great white whale. Water streams out my waders like a sieve, like linguini being drained in the sink.
I half-muster, "Don't cook me, but if you must, saute me, I'm fond of butter."
He replies, "Don't worry, it's catch 'n release here."
~~~
Well, long story short. With all the money I saved sans batteries, I invest in his soft necked cotton sweatshirts, colourful long & short shirts, tremendous funny ceramic mugs, & a host of other fine funny things.
I'm not a strategist, so solutions are not my bailiwick. I leave that, to those with such Powers of Mind.
With that said, you sound Informed. Questioning. Concerned. Powerful.
Ergo, you give me hope.
"It ain't over, 'til it's over."
~ Yogi
TGC wrote a powerful Piece some time ago. A portion that I reference for you is about kids being recruited by Z. If a final run arrives, let's do it laughing, if kids can.
Know, I am not making light of anything. Things are as they are. But...your Creative Imagination is Alive. Listen to Godfather's last 3 audios for Inspiration & Possibilities, realized through yourself engaged. This very act of engagement will stave off undo concern, with the goings on. YOU CAN, DO IT ! My best to you.
For a look (according to the authors) at just how long this type of thing has been occurring in this country & other countries---with political ties to our own, read the following. Transformation of America, by O'Brien/Phillips. This is no easy read, so if you feel at this time, with all the other madness within & without our country, it's probably not the best book to read at this moment. If, what the authors claim is true, it could be argued, from a certain vantage point, that the republic has been taken over, by powerful forces, by at least 60 years.
Totally agree. Nothing is as it was, nor will it ever be. Enough of us have discovered the unrelenting, soul-crushing, fetal position inducing truth and we can never unsee it. We must continue to fight to reveal the truth.
Well Said !!
My stupid autocorrect.
The title is:
Trance Formation...
Trance, b/c it discusses the end-stage workings, of MK-ULTRA techniques.
Yes, I've read it. Shocking. Many big names in politics and entertainment implicated including Reagan if I remember rightly.
Yes yes yes.
Blessings.
Thanks. O’Brien is a brave woman.
"The republic has been taken over by powerful forces, by at least 60 years."
More like since the very beginning. Washington DC looks like an owl's head from the sky. The 666 ft obeslik. The all seeing eye in a pyramid and the 13 stars forming a hexgram on the dollar. Their references to god in the founding documents was actually to their god, Lucifer. Ever wonder why SCOTUS has been wiping their arse with the constitution for decades? This latest spat of upholding it seems way out of place. Ever wonder why the weird handshakes?
It's the same story in every country. America's not unique. I don't see a solution.
There Is ALL-WAYS
A SOLUTION
My Friend.
~ friend-of-a-Friend.
~~~
https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2022/07/15/the-guts-of-a-writer/
Just To Lift Your Spirit:
SWEAT, SHIRTS, & MUGS
So get this...
I need to get away, from the drudgery of the day.
I decide to drive up to the mountains to a secluded ravine, where the fish are always hoppin'.
I offer this to myself for all the tremendous Work I'm inclined to accomplish faithfully.
I vow to myself this is about being a weathered lone man surviving in the cryin' wilderness.
Leavin' home, I have completely left behind the comforts of the weary world in my rearview mirror.
I am wearin' sackcloth, face covered in ashes, lip balm, sunscreen Factor XVI, Mentholatum dabbed in nostrils to abjure the stinky comatose state of Nature, & branded with a single tin cup, just in case.
I already have a tremendous neck rash from my crudely-cut shirt, & sweating profusely.
? But does that stop me ?
...Please.
I arrive. I breathe in the clean air. I think deep within myself, "Man, Nature is where it's at, its got a menthol-ee smell."
It feels sacred. The quiet is playing some-sort-of melody, that rejuvenates. And hopefully, I it.
Because batteries are too expensive for me, I power my boom-box with an extension cord, running from my continuously running old truck.
Since my engine blockhead has a slow leak, I poured in a wee bit too much oil at departure, so now my exhaust is smokin'.
I put in a CD, YES's Close To The Edge, put volume at 12, press repeat, then press play. The opening bird sounds attract other warblers.
And then it happens...
There's this guy, already fishin' upstream from me. He's quiet. Focused. It's like he's in some-sort-of-balance with Nature. Who the hell does he think he is !?!
And get this...
He's fly-fishin'. Oh !, Look at me, I'm the cabinet-maker-level of carpentry. I'm full of patience & skill.
Well. I quickly don my waders, purchased for 3 bucks at a garage sale & enter the liquid current field-of-endeavor.
Well. Let's just say, I'm wading in more than my waders.
He catches a fish, gently unhooks it, places the fish in the current's stream to assist oxygenation, & releases it.
I slap the watery surface hard & numerous times trying to drive the fish toward me.
While the fish is definitely making its way to me, he catches another. Then another. Then another again.
Well. I throw my metal crab cage against the rocky shore. The bait quickly draws a raccoon, he enters the cage & the doors close. I think, "Well at least I caught somethin'."
As I wade furiously upstream to him, with my non-hermetically-sealed waders, I am cast undercurrent.
He expertly casts a fly-hook into one of my suspender straps, & lifts me up into air.
Well. Game on. I fight him like sort sort of marlin. I seek more central deeper waters, he pulls me back. I twist & turn. He pulls me to shoreline, dragging me over the smooth & sharp stones carpeting the shoreline's interface.
I'm exhausted, laying there, belly up, like a great white whale. Water streams out my waders like a sieve, like linguini being drained in the sink.
I half-muster, "Don't cook me, but if you must, saute me, I'm fond of butter."
He replies, "Don't worry, it's catch 'n release here."
~~~
Well, long story short. With all the money I saved sans batteries, I invest in his soft necked cotton sweatshirts, colourful long & short shirts, tremendous funny ceramic mugs, & a host of other fine funny things.
"Oh... I'm there baby." ~ JR...
I just re-read Jon's Morning nofakenews Piece.
Here's What's Within:
"Listen. There are millions and millions of readers out there who are unsure about what they’re supposed to do."
Read the rest.
From beginning
To end.
Rest.
Re-read, listen deeply.
Then digest.
Good Luck friend.
I'm not a strategist, so solutions are not my bailiwick. I leave that, to those with such Powers of Mind.
With that said, you sound Informed. Questioning. Concerned. Powerful.
Ergo, you give me hope.
"It ain't over, 'til it's over."
~ Yogi
TGC wrote a powerful Piece some time ago. A portion that I reference for you is about kids being recruited by Z. If a final run arrives, let's do it laughing, if kids can.
Know, I am not making light of anything. Things are as they are. But...your Creative Imagination is Alive. Listen to Godfather's last 3 audios for Inspiration & Possibilities, realized through yourself engaged. This very act of engagement will stave off undo concern, with the goings on. YOU CAN, DO IT ! My best to you.