Now I Have Your Undivided Attention…

It is easy to sit back, run round your property 400 times, channel hop like a Guinness Book of Records entry, pay more attention to your kids than you ever did BC (Before Covid), learn your hubby/partner/wife is a genius at improvising entertainment, the likes of which you had never seen since you were at Butlins/Haven/Fill in Resort of Choice.

Yet the truth of the matter is you’re as close to mega Stir Crazy as you never imagined. As this dawns on each of you, I would like to offer a perspective that can and usually only comes from the DreamState. yes, folks…..

I HAD A DREAM! – Roll the drums MLK!

I would like to share it with you, as for me personally my dream state has always been a repository for some of my greatest inspirational, life changing moments in life. This may just be one of them, however as always I enter the Health and Safety caveat that I may have been touched by Project Blue Beam, MKUltra or ,…well you pick one.

It went like this:

I found myself in a place where social distancing was practiced with an order and imperative that made me, at first, rebel at such social conditioning. I asked how was it that so many could be traduced into practicing something I felt was nothing short of authoritarian control writ obvious.

I was then told that in the world a short mind distance from where we stood –  that was precisely what was taking place. There were, outside of this capsule of inter time, millions of people persuaded this onus to be at the cutting edge of helping save social and medical care, that previously had been the single cause of neglect any government or ruling party could have implemented.

I was also informed this had handed the ruling elite a superb opportunity to be able to blame the people entirely for whatever fallout would befall the world after this cooked up distraction concluded, as surely it would – badly.

I marvelled at this being’s lucid take on a situation  matching my own interpretation when awake in that world, yet I was curious to know why he and his ilk were commending people to do the same here.

“Ah, but we are not, dear one!” he explained. “Here we are making their tools and tricks work for us and against them. It is always the very best way to counter imposition when we can turn their tricks back at them. They have no idea as to what is different. They merely see conformity in action”

“How does that happen?” I ask.

“Simply by recognising, as the great seers did through their voluntary absenting to a cave, far outpost or inner sanctum of their choosing, that in that place, free of interference and buzz, they could not only contemplate their own being and grow from that awareness,  but also use tools available within that state to hone and command their own minds, thoughts and responses.”

My ‘tutor’ smiled knowingly. He knew I knew what was meant and invited me further down this road of contemplative resistance.

“The state and purpose of separation from the hubbub in the world, greatly assisted by so much “busyness” being turned off or tuned down, allows a gracious state of reflection and inner awareness to build, relatively unhindered from external influences. In that way a stillness of mind can be reached.”

I nodded knowingly, as my previous experiences had, through a couple of long ten day retreats into the dharma of Vipassana, shown and taught me experientially what pure silence and stillness lay behind mental overload.  How the continued practice of ‘stillness’ had wrought an experience of fleeting knowledge of and experience to the total unity of all things. However, the moment I savoured this,  it hilariously and most disappointingly vanished, instantaneously. Attachment its destroyer.

“So, having myself experienced what non attachment can be, how can those not as fortunate as myself recognise the benefits of social distancing?” I asked, eager to see where his thoughts were heading.

“Come”, he invited. “Join us where we maintain our distance and focus, through breathing in and out, the present moment. As you do that you will become aware of thoughts and words coming to you. They are not your own. Those are the thought talk shared by your neighbours around you, socially distanced.”

I did as he instructed and swiftly caught the inner conversation taking place between us all.

“So this is the way we can practice communicating without fear of being intercepted, listened in on or spied upon!” I said joyfully.

“Precisely. This is the way we can in vast numbers organise ourselves, locked down, doing shopping or running or exercising in the park. All outward signs are we are obedient, good little authoritarian followers, whereas on the inside a revolution is being strategised, organised, finally to be implemented,” my ‘tutor’ smiled, pleased I had made the leap of knowledge and implementation necessary to ‘get it‘.

What was vital in this dream state, I recognised,  was the constant reference to the number eight. Eight, the distance between each person, eight as the number to remember when in the process of moving forward. Its repetition, on waking, of course, made me confirm its significance. Using that excellent tool of both exposers (us) and imposers (the PTB) – in my case Duck Duck Go, for others perhaps Google, I entered my query. (Duck Duck Go allows me to implement my right to have my inquisitiveness unrecorded and its pathways to where I travel left unfollowed!)

So, in this search I immediately hit upon an excellent resource offering me this interpretation of the numerological significance as to the single digit eight:

The number 8 is perhaps the most misunderstood of all single-digit numbers, as novices and professionals alike always seem to hammer on the “money and power” image of the 8. More often than not, when a client requests a name change consultation, it means he or she wants to add 8s to his or her chart in the mistaken belief that it will bring money and power.

It is true that the number 8, more than any other number, puts the emphasis in the areas of career, business, finances and authority. However, as with many other single-digit numbers, the shape of the number reflects its most important attribute, and in the case of the number 8, that is, first and foremost, balance. The 8 is the great Karmic equalizer, a force that just as easily creates as it destroys. When the 8 comes knocking, you can be assured that you will reap what you’ve sown.

The 8 balances the material and immaterial worlds. At its best, it is as spiritual as it is materialistic. The spiritual side of the 8 is practical, realistic and intelligent. It knows the difference between make-believe and genuine spiritual realizations.

Hans Decov – Numerology.com

The great Karmic equaliser, I love it. Yes, this whole scenario, this whole charade we are forced to have paraded in front of us is actually the very knot that will unravel  revealing the evil plan, so many centuries in the making, that will show the utter deceit, contempt, greed and power these entities have held us under for so long.

There will be those who may read this that have absolutely no idea of that which I share. I recognise that, each to their own level of awareness. Yet, if I were to relate the most incredible dreams I have been gifted and how they made tsunami changes to both my life and my growth in awareness, these same people would still rubbish my own experience and  life I followed, due to their lucid guidance. It is as it always has been – a life full of Doubting Thomases – it is the intransigence of ignorance we are up against today more than ever, however on the plus side, this sector of our human family is and never will be significant enough to change the inevitable, though to many it may look a blockage too far.

So often such circumstances are sent to not only try us all but also to take out those whose difficulty in moving forward is too great to attempt further in this life span. No judgement, merely an observation. None of us are saved in the life we individually experience. We can only save (grow) ourselves. It is and always has been a personal journey we contracted to travel.

No mother, father, teacher nor authority will  ever save us, protect us or prevent for our every experience to mould us, hone us and grow us. It is we, individually, alone that must do all of that. Anything else is mere signs, pointers, helpers, supporters and reminders to us along the way that we’re never alone.

I woke so refreshed, joyful and appreciative of this particular, personal assistance that has always, in my life, enabled me to entirely trust. Some may call it intuition. That it is  in the awake state. In the Dreamscape, it is, I personally hold to, my more intelligent inner self, unbounded by earthly bonds, touching me, holding me, speaking softly and lovingly to me saying:

“All is very very, well – even all this will pass and you are taken care of and navigated to precisely the next space on your incredible journey
in these realms”

May we each hold fast to that part of ourself that is always the lighthouse and guiding vessel, helping us move forward, to become and recognise the glorious being we have always been and will continue to become.

Indoctrination Character by Character

Some years ago the blue bird of Twitter made its entrance on the stage of mass indoctrination. Some hailed it as the bastion of free speech in a very small bottle, others saw it as a pointless character jab at topics too vast to fit a mere 140 or so characters. Then there were some who saw this development as the perfect vehicle for mass indoctrination. Guess who is in the ascendancy today.twitter-hacked

Twitter was not the first to step on the block. You Tube, MySpace and Facebook appeared out of the juvenile geek spaces of attic rooms and garage space. The free for all was in explosive mode.

The OverWatchers saw these developments and planned a take over like no other.

For those of a certain age the Summer of Love, the Sixties music scene and the freedoms of love, sex and rock and roll seem an idyllic pinnacle of breakthrough sought after. What many failed to recognise was this great new movement was seeded with vast tranches of manipulation and experiment that went a good way to destroy the very generations seemingly becoming their masters of destiny.

From the 50s Operation Mockingbird had by now established itself as a useful infiltrationmkultra into media. Alongside the CIA had initiated the MKULTRA program. By the time the Hippy Generation of the 60s were developing their own ideas of freedom, the infiltration into that culture, in Laurel Canyon, through Hollywood and the propagation through the sons and daughters of the military was in high operational mode. Legendary names such as Frank Zappa, Jim Morrison, Dave Crosby, Janis Joplin and Jackson Browne were the Laurel Canyon children of a variety of MIC and military/political individuals working to create mind control programs that would emasculate any sense of true freedom of expression and thought in the younger generations.

Although allegedly halted in the mid 70s MKULTRA and its siblings is rampantly upgraded within new technology in play today. Physical warfare was easy. Guns, bombs and mechanical tools to destroy, subvert, you name it. Yet in a world where technology bursts its bounds and offers easy global access, the spoils of war move to the killing fields of the mind. The first two major wars of the 20th century had shown how a ponerized, propagandised population fed fear into delicate emotionally immature and uncultivated minds could be easily manipulated to consent almost anything.

The internet, television saturation, sensory overloading to the point of total confusion were perfect seeding grounds to take the War of Mind viral as never before.

Today we hear Fake News, specious stories of blatant lies propagated on the majority of a population inured into believing everything they are told and read to be “The Truth“. Discrimination becomes an illicit act. Critical thinking is outlawed, debased as mere speculation. The greater purpose is to falsify any alternative narrative spewed by ‘the enemies of democracy’ and demonise it as conspiracy theory and treasonous propaganda.

Overload of information is always fed and proof of one of many freedom tentacles while its true purpose is to flood non critical thinkers with so much they default to their unchanged, closeted assumptions built on the previously indoctrinated messages repeated and fed as ‘the real story‘, without even realising they are played.

All players have had their fair share in controlling the information flow. Yet with the seriously lunatic threads of narrative sold as reality flowing from Western media, instructed by those directing this war from their safe bunkers, the actual casualties are not only truth but the zombies and mindless people devoid of any actual facts and reality.

For many dealing with their anger within, they project it out into their lives, their survival mechanisms, forcing them into overdrive. the impotency felt against what seems to be the juggernaut of all juggernauts – political persuasion and futility.

Floods of refugees have for years been let loose, like some horrendous tsunami onto the Western states. These things were planned very specifically. When you have a growing and healthy percentage of those awakening you need a base human knee jerk to disrupt such awakening. Self survival, self interest has been sold for so long as ‘our responsibility’, the me-me generations self centred absorption  meeting personal wants, not needs first against all others has been promulgated. Amongst all this, austerity and lowering nurture a bombed out, marginalised, helpless flooding into this scenario, allegedly stealing all civilised opportunities is tossed. Investigating the cause and modus operandi of these beginnings is never addressed openly. It would expose too many self serving agendas themselves exposing the real culprits and their agendas.

Mix into that toxic pot religion and you have a self created incendiary bomb viscerally gouging out the very worst in human emotional reactions. Where the arid grounds of intelligence and questioning have been denied water for so long, indoctrination over education has been force fed and backed by media propositions inducing racism, hate and fuelling violence. The war has been proxied into the very minds and people who need to be revolting against such manipulation, not succumbing to it.

Thus the Twittersphere, social platforms for the dumb, censored video channels blocking  independent and so called ‘hostile forces’ now are morphed into corporate giants owned in all but name by the manipulating covert bodies used to complete the task of mind control. The days of overt newspaper barons controlling output is firmly replaced by those whose agenda is now global eugenics, predictable and  probed slave units to serve a fully monetized, self serving enrichment.

The fact many will poo poo this projection is indicative of how even the few celled brains around are still prepared to accept there is still freedom of speech, mental self determination and free will is available. The point is the battalions already ‘captured’ are vast. Their voice of questioning and objection subsumed through the electromagnetic fog of denial. This channel of Highly Likely News  in its infancy is already stigmatised, covertly watched and shadowbanned. What is can never suffer from is being silenced.

Using all means and methods to fight back is all we have left. Changing one mind at a time, awakening one individual is itself a victory for the greater struggle. It is also a tedious and necessary plod. The world may or may not disappear up its own backside of mushroom clouds. It may through absolute imperative quicken its refusal to imbibe indoctrinated messages thus exposing the BS and lies, presenting a final guillotine to the real fakers. Whatever way is determined, while we all have breath in our bodies the task is to breathe back truth, justice and reality into the noxious and  starved atmosphere encouraging self suicide and surrender.

They may increase the character count on Twitter but that will never decrease the amount of mind controlling nonsense spread. The medium is always the message, as McLuan rightly said. We must make each medium work harder than it has ever worked before, in our interests and favour.

 

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Useful References:

The strange and mostly true story of Laurel Canyon

Signs of The Times