It’s a challenge lately figuring out how to get to all the stacks I’m subscribed to, and read a novel and clean my house and exercise and… well you get the idea.
A common conundrum in the Substack universe and reassuring indicator of robust human creativity.
I wonder if pulling rugs out from under might be the theme of 2023? If so, what would be a good resolution for the upcoming year? I heard Catherine Fitts say - when asked what can people do in response to this attack - “Duck and dive.” In other words, we need to survive it. She too thinks TPTWB will destroy themselves in the end. (And of course more than simply survive, we can take actions - like using cash, sharing info, finding community, not complying, etc.)
So yes, 2023 will be more of what we’ve been dealing with - as the needed pieces of their control grid roll out - CBDC’s digital ID’s and “vaccine” passports.
All this happens simultaneous to the ongoing and increasing revelations about them, exposing this no-longer hidden force and its antihuman agenda, waking more of us up.
It’s a dance. A global sized dance between darkness and light, an anti-human force VS humanity.
They’ve had the advantage of course, given many of us had no idea what was going on in the background of our world. Lots of things have been put into place over many decades; legislation and contracts; resources and money strategically provided; capture of necessary institutions and of course our media broadcasting out its deep-sleep spells and imposed reality-show narratives.
Tiring.
There also had to be an underlining belief system that was sold and swallowed as well. Satanism - as an umbrella term - to some degree explains this and its many tentacles in secret societies. By any name it amounted to a full inversion of the Divine and its order. It had to degrade God and humanity, and elevate materialism and immorality, which it certainly did.
While maybe a hard notion to accept, the evidence for its ubiquitous presence is overwhelming. Particularly in Hollywood, which of course, is all about casting spells. Satanist control over movies and music - offering the proverbial Faustian bargain to would be stars - is not that far fetched once you see it and all its symbols.
It’s been right in front of us for so long.
Whitney Webb’s 2 volume book - One Nation Under Blackmail - fills in essential pieces too. I have listened to four interviews with her to date but have not yet read it. Here’s a good one.
Whitney paints a global picture of intelligence forces wrecking havoc in the background, while taking control over our systems, our governments, our world. When you consider her insights alongside Katherine Watts and Sasha Latypova’s, in addition to the overarching secret societies that operate behind the scenes, you get a sense for how they’ve pulled all this off.
Despite all the plans TPTWB have made, they - as a “they” - are not in agreement. We can assume much infighting, defectors, distorted and hyped self-importance. Grandiose (cosmic sized) visions as masters of an entire planet - are so convoluted, we understand they do not operate on solid footing or within any kind of organic coherent reality. It’s pure delusion.
Meticulous, impressive planning aside, there is much outside their control - our awakening being number one.
Yes, they’ve assumed our steps in this dance, did their best to guide and determine them, but they can not manage the fallout of what increasing numbers of awakened means.
This global dance is not choreographed. It can’t be - too many unknowns - and we see that in their desperation. Their weakness is apparent in their overuse of the same tired fear-tactics, the same empty rhetoric. The numbers who still listen to them and believe their lies, are diminishing.
The hubris of wanting to play God and and create new versions of humans; (not the first time this has happened on the planet IMO) co-oping our essence and turning us into robotic versions, well… it doesn’t work. They’ll burn themselves out. We have to survive the death-throes of their demise.
One thing we know for sure about 2023 - it won’t be boring.
Still, all this happens in a world that remains deliciously mysterious to us. (We are, at the very least, in a time of de-mystification.) A world that contains so much beauty and possibility.
To that point, how is it that adding a string of lights to a tree turns the mundane into magical?
I add this because despite the dystopia on display, deeper currents to our world, our universe, to the very essence of life are still present. There is much to be hopeful and grateful for.
The sun will continue to do its thing and the earth (far as I know) keeps turning, and the stars come out at night and birds still chirp in the morning. The deeper layers of life have their way of humming along just under all the chaos of human activity. And, we humans are part of all that too.
The stars surely know. And the sun. (Not sure on the moon.) Human beings, well… we’ll figure it out eventually.
Tis the season of lights on trees. I’m not into the shopping part of Christmas this year, but I do love Christmas trees. Here’s a lovely one.
I woke up to the thought - maybe a carry-over from a dream - what is all this life - micro and macro - what is all this held in?
Some invisible container we can’t see, but can intuit, can feel into? Is it a space connected to time? (I don’t think so.) The void perhaps: the no-space, no-time place where paradoxes are born.
A backdrop to our daily doings, which rather than undermining them, holds them in relief: Yes, do, try, work, play, cry, laugh, fail, succeed - it all matters here - yet it all still somehow occurs within this larger invisible space. Untouched.
Does it have a sound, this place that holds it all? That abides steady in the midst of ongoing change. Even cataclysmic, word-ending changes? (As in one version of the world ending, that is.) Resides through peace and war, through joy and sadness. The “all is deeply well” place mystics have spoken of?
Can I access it? Cozy up there? Can I penetrate it or does it penetrate me or do those kinds of questions evaporate there, have no place, no meaning, no need? An infinite potential space where anything and everything emerges from? Some silent endlessly churning factory for life.
I wonder, would my worries look laughable (I’m sure) my attempts at control tragically funny, my dreams tiny, my hopes silly and my ambitions something like a fleeting, skipping pebble across an infinite pond - tossed - as if by a child?
Probably.
It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement: the unseen and the seen. The invisible and the invisible. The unformed informs us, which, now informed, feeds back into the unformed; an eternal loop, a deeper kind of dance. Well, something like that.
Whatever it is - that holds everything here - it’s not going anywhere. I know that much. We all come and we all go, over and over again. Indeed, civilizations rise and fall. Still, It remains.
And sometimes even, it calls out of the silence. It wells up - right inside us - and beckons.
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Delicately beautiful. Poetic. Your words sparkled like warm white lights on an Evergreen in the forest...merry Christmas.
Where I see your unseen/seen dance most clearly playing out is in family. And often not necessarily birth family but one you create. This is where Christinas/Amish and many other religions & cultures have it so right - fiercely protecting that family. This family feeds the individuals and visa versa if done in balance. (and yes acknowledging a million examples of it not)
If I look back on the last 2-4 decades, it's the family that has been undermined and under attack. It is an armor we have lost as a society, that can keep forces of ill intent at bay. Humans bonded is an awesome potent shield.
May we acknowledge those in our life that give us recognition, strength, understanding, sharing our true selves, and holding that unseen quality in just being there. Thanks for offering this substack space!
Gratitude to my sisters, wouldn't want to navigate w/o you!!