I have been writing, just not publishing. I did one on Prickly Pears and their remarkable qualities in fruit and flowers. A metaphor about resiliency, and the gifts found in difficult terrain.
Ooo, pretty.
Wow, is that the same plant? (Yes!)
Flowers come in pink and orange too. (Even though I’m not posting that piece, I thought you might want to see some pics.)
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The firewalls that kept our manufactured world insulated have been penetrated. For awhile now, yes, but not with these kinds of numbers. The atrocity in Maui blasted open a few more sections, and even just-yesterday- normies are flooding through.
There is a tipping point moment and we may have reached it, or, nearly.
Maui was a marker for those behind the final stages of this planetary take-over attempt. It was a milestone for them - which they seemed to have nicely clued us into given the ‘author’s’ name on the book that instantly appeared. (I know there are several books by this author, but I can’t find any photos of him.)
They were maybe a little too enthusiastic to spin the narrative. Or maybe they think that since it’s already obvious to many of us, speed in moving forward trumps perception management now?
The G-20 just released some major control-grid pieces. THEY are moving forward.
9/11 is a marker for us. In some ways a clear line can be drawn from it to the Maui fires and many crises in between. Yes, on the 23rd anniversary, those behind that traumatizing, wicked and murderous event, walk free. The official story stands, but the number of people who question that story continues to increase.
Being loosely part of the 9/11 Truther movement was similar in some ways to being part of the MFM. Meaning we mostly talked to each other. There were physical meetings back then - I had to drive to Northampton MA for them - but it was good to be among like-minded folks. I made friends. We shared information. We’d watch new videos together, target a political rep to write or call, stuff like that. There were no lockdowns.
We found it hard to breakthrough to the masses. (Don’t remember calling them normies back then.) The 9/11 truth movement was mocked and hated, by some, but nothing like the backlash we’ve had with COVID.
It was certainly censored, but not to the degree we have now. Dr. Judy Wood was on CSPAN’s Washington Journal and David Ray Griffin appeared on their channel’s Book TV program to discuss his book, The New Pearl Harbor. I believe CSPAN also aired a speech Mr. Griffen gave.
I was convinced back then that with every new bit of evidence, each new video or book, the truth was gonna bust out and destroy the lies; straighten things out.
We’ll get them. They’ll be sorry.
I did less of that with Covid-1984, but I still did some of that. It was global, it was obviously preplanned and coordinated. It was full of provable contradictions and lies, surely, people will see…
A sign of perpetual hope or persistent denial or some combo, I don’t know. You may figure out (in pieces) how controlled this world really is and how bad the controllers are, but it’s not as if when you do, you can jump ship to another planet. You still have to live here.
Maui - I haven’t fully processed it. Well, how could any of us? It's still raw. There’s still many missing children. Who can get comfortable or past that?
My heart has been heavy. I know that’s true for many.
I’ve learned the importance of letting things flow through me. There is just so much coming at us in these final chapters and we simply can’t carry it all around and still function. We have to find ways to absorb shocks, allow the ripples to move through, integrate, and move on. That process is only going to increase; figuring out how to deal is essential.
We can’t do it ourselves and we don’t have to. We have each other and we have the natural world we’re fully a part of. Just as water running through the earth cleanses it, the energies we are carrying through such challenging times, can be shared with this large force.
A recent, insightful and poetic comment by TFish on my previous post, Weaving.
The natural, non-human world seems unchanged in many respects. So many fundamental essences, echoing on in their endless rhythm, like an ancient song (of which some of the human part has been closer to noise than a harmony). It beats on, unfettered, if we choose to pay attention.
Exactly. If we choose to pay attention. The persistence of nature, in a chaotic world, that ceaseless rhythm - so obvious yet so easily overlooked - is like a giant, blinking neon sign: “Look here.”
This is not airy-fairy stuff. It’s not about ignoring the craziness of the world and escaping to nature. It’s about the need to reorient ourselves back into alignment with it.
I’ve been writing about turning to the natural world as a way to navigate through the difficulties for awhile. Now, I’m convinced it’s not just a good idea, it’s actually essential. It’s our only move, in a deep way.
We know we can’t comply with the jailers. And they appear to have infiltrated most of the establishments that make up our world. As we pull away from alignment with those structure - we’ll need to align ourselves, our energies somewhere else.
For THEM, this is about control of our planet. Our home. And the planet is not dead or unintelligent. It’s fully sentient and powerful. It encompasses all of nature which includes all of us - in our organic forms anyway. Why wouldn’t we align there?
There is nothing bigger on the planet, then the planet.
Everything has an electro-magnetic-field (EMF). The earth does, we do, and these fields intersect. Tuning into and getting in sync with the earth’s field, strengthens and grows our own personal fields. Given the nature of these attacks - that’s essential. It’s kinda like putting on invisible armor.
Literally, the earth: stand on it, lay on it, talk to it, hand over the heartache to it. And the trees, and the waters. Nature can and will absorb shocks too great for an individual to handle.
Ralph Waldo Emerson would take long walks in the woods, where he claimed nature would provide his next sermon. He wasn’t making that up. When we say someone is inspired by nature, what are we actually saying? A spiritual awakening or reawakening happened in its presence. There is a reason why nature inspires us and the experience of being inspired, is an acknowledgment of Spirit - bestowed by and through our entanglement with it - that then gets expressed again through us - whether in a sermon, a painting, an essay, a or even a simple gesture.
There’s no separating out the spiritual from the physical world. That’s only a concept. What is manifest here - in rock or tree or human - is a spiritual manifestation. This was endowed to us.
We are literally refueled in nature. Rejuvenated. Just like standing closer to a radiator will provide more heat than you’ll get if you sit in the next room, going into spaces where nature is primary (because of course it’s everywhere) intensifies our experience with its frequencies.
However you understand and envision what created us and this world, whatever name you call it, surely its not separate from the physical world we inhabit and are intricately apart of.
This is the world we were given. Planet earth. This is what’s at stake. Everything we need can be found here. None of it is here by accident. This is what THEY want.
As an anecdotal aside that makes the point, yesterday, I woke up immediately aware of one of my favorite trees. I felt as if it was calling to me; wondering where I’ve been. We’re connected.
Because we are coming out of a hot and humid week, here on the east coast, I wasn’t getting out as much as usual. My normal excursions to favorite rivers or trees, was exchanged for early morning walks in my neighborhood where I didn’t have to navigate the roots and rocks of the nearby woods in darkness. I realized this change in my routine meant I was carrying the recent heaviness alone; what I typically shared with the larger natural world, and as a result, I was bogged down by the weight of it.
I’m not complaining about that by-the-way. It’s a fraction of what many are having to deal with. I’m simply noting the very real difference in how I felt as a result of spending less time in nature. And subsequently my clear sense that one of ‘my’ trees, was reaching out, to nudge me back.
On the anniversary of another mass-killing PSYOP, at least we know more of us are beginning to glimpse what we’ve been living with. We don’t need everybody. This parasitic force and its creation in our current world is something we’ve all adapted to (to various degrees). As it loosens its hold, we’ll be adapting to that as well.
As the old world structures crumble - along with its pretend authorities, their stories and spells - you may feel unsteady, as if the world itself is dissolving. It is. But just The Truman Show version of it.
Many of the ‘lead’ characters in the show will be gone, many of the sets too, but no matter, the oceans and lakes, the forests and mountains, will still be here. If you’re feeling wobbly, stand on the earth. The actual ground and ground yourself in that. It’s not going anywhere.
We all know that not complying is where our power lies. That’s an easy thing to write or say, but when it means you won’t access money or food, it won’t be easy. I know that.
We have to do it anyway.
As more of us stop cooperating with the many tentacled monster THEY operate through - as we pull away (and we must) we quicken their demise.
Understanding our survival and our future is not contingent on any of these structures, is required. Believing we need them is an essential part of the control mechanism. Don’t fall for it. They always pretty up the shrinking prison system with words like ‘safety’, ‘security’, ‘equity’, and ‘convenience.’ Don’t walk into the cells they have created for you. No matter how lovely they make them sound, how good the entertainment system looks or how many promises they make.
It’s never been more important to recognize that saying no to them, is saying yes to humanity. Yes to a freed humanity.
Life existed, humans existed on this planet long before any government - let alone unelected international bodies - were formed.
Take a stand like the free being you are. Root yourself in your sovereignty and refuse to budge. Making choices grounded in doing what’s right, will, in and of itself, create the conditions for you to get what you need. You’ll find others doing the same, and new organizations outside the establishment creating new avenues. Even if you’re wobbly, test that out. Especially when you’re wobbly.
A loving presence exists; in every single leaf or blade of grass. Our world is evidence of this presence, as are we. Self-evident. Requires no justification. Requires no permission. It just is. It’s everywhere, always present. And we can tap into the very real frequencies of that omnipresent loving presence.
Faith, trust, and determination will all be tested. How could it be any other way? Good stories have that ‘all hope is lost’ scene that keeps you glued to your seat. Good stories have that highly satisfying ‘overcoming all the odds’ scene too.
That’s us. Imagine if Truman (of The Truman Show) had made it to the edge of that vast studio, got off the boat, walked up the stairs, and then turned around. What if he didn’t open that door and walk out? (Onto the actual earth.)
That would have sucked.
We’re close. Push forward, trust your life, nature and the infinite, loving presence behind it all.
Open that door and walk out. The very earth will support us.
Thanks for reading.
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"You may figure out (in pieces) how controlled this world really is and how bad the controllers are, but it’s not as if when you do, you can jump ship to another planet. You still have to live here."
Yes, exactly. It's been like peeling off the layers of an onion. And your loved ones still obstinately oblivious, or at least pretending to be. I think my daughter knows, when she told me her friend's husband had died (and they have a two year old child) but I had to ask how and she reluctantly said "heart attack". I said only "Those bastards" and she didn't fight me, although I knew that was all I could say.
But yes, nature. I am blessed to live in a gorgeous part of coastal BC. But I'm watching the skies in a way I never did before.
Hello Kathleen.
Wow. This piece is a labor of love.
I will have to read it again, much more slowly, and let myself settle into the rhythm and style of your prose.
In the meantime, if you have not yet stumbled upon this podcaster, I think you will enjoy her content and style ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDVrVFQVNJA
Cheers from Japan Kathleen.
Keep up the good fight.
steve