For most of 2020 my hair was on fire. Uncomfortable.
I paid attention, bookmarked videos to send to friends and family, and did my best to inform those under the non-stop propaganda hypnosis that something was wrong. This turned into a full time job and it felt very much like my responsibility, or even my duty to act as a counter-balancing force until enough information came out, that would overwhelm the psyop and break the spell.
As the months dragged on and the pieces of the puzzle came more clearly into view, I continued sounding the alarm. (Oh, this is the video/article/interview that will do it!) Rather than an expression of gratitude for looking out for them, my popularity took a hit. No matter, this was important. They needed to know before the vaxx rollout.
Polite responses to my emails: “Thanks, will try to check it out” were eventually replaced by no response at all, or worse, reprimands reminding me to do my part and comply. So what? This was hardly about me. I continued sounding the alarm bells that continued to fall on deaf ears. Importantly, I found others, doing the same. Though largely online, they brought a sense of camaraderie and community that helped.
Many of the spellbound morphed into a kind of fevered cult. The ritual of masking was elevated despite data that proved their lack of efficiency and clear actual harm. It was as if those caught in the net could only follow their puppet masters orders. I watched people I respected, pop on their masks happily to walk across the room of a restaurant, only to pop it back off once seated. The ritual demanded they behave like idiots, but somehow that didn’t bother them or make them feel like complicit frauds. (Of course they could have rightly pointed out my irrational ritual of sending them information they weren’t going to look at.)
Rituals of irrationality were just the warm up as it was all to culminate in sacrificing oneself as a guinea pig on the alter of Big Pharma. This might include taking a selfie of the act, to share one’s super-duper-ness on social media and the requisite shaming of those who wouldn’t. (They just don’t care about other people.)
Celebrities lent their celebrity in support of the controllers. “Jennifer Aniston defended not maintaining a friendship with anyone who wouldn’t take the vaxx.” Just one of the many stories covered in the media.
Through 2021, my jaw, never came off the floor. The spell now had a professional sounding name - mass formation - which was not just being discussed in wider circles, but being fact-checked! It made it to main-stream and clearly had enough of an impact to be denied by those impartial, “fact-chokers”.
Surely when mass propaganda is being discussed and denied at a meta-level, that should burst the bubble right? Again, my hopes were dashed. (By now it should be clear to the reader that I am a slow learner.)
Here is Cher as Loretta, in Moonstuck, giving voice to how I felt through much of 2021. (5 seconds.)
It didn’t work in the movie and it doesn’t in life either. (As if we could tell the difference.)
Admittedly my initial concern and desire to help others see through the psychological operation, morphed itself, into something less than admirable. I was experiencing increasing episodes of impatience and anger, (once I even opened my car window to scream at a stranger walking alone with a mask, to “take that f’ng mask off!” (not my best moment)) punctuated by periods of ‘zoom-out’ perspectives that allowed for some relief.
Now we’re approaching the halfway mark of 2022. Cognitive dissonance has become more like a companion; a pet cat who curls up next to me as I read yet more information pointing out what’s been evident for a long time, yet hasn’t reached the masses. Many still just can’t see it, (or won’t) and I just can’t get over them not seeing it.
I guess we’re at an impasse.
I don’t watch as many videos anymore. I take more walks in the woods. I bake bread and with warmer weather, plant. I don’t talk about it to anyone other than those who want to. I’ve let it go. I keep up on substack for the most part and am grateful for the warriors out there with continued fight in them. For me, it’s starting to feel a bit flat. The final act may not be over, but I’m itching to do something else.
With two plus years behind us, more have awakened, but the split between the two realities persists and has even widened, and I’m beginning to catch on to the fact that many never will. I still pass masked faces in grocery store aisles and hear people talk about increases in cases but, like watching a movie scene that goes on too long, I turn my attention elsewhere.
When I try to write about where we are it feels like attempting to hold something in my hand that is crumbling. The structures of the world are sliding, dipping, slipping, and ultimately crashing, maybe in slow-motion, but there isn’t anything “there” you can hold on to. Where others see institutions and governments worth salvaging, I don’t.
The ones behind this current version of the reality show will fail, but until they’ve gone, they will continue, and I suspect are several steps ahead of us. Trying to put out their latest fire feels like playing a game of whack-a-mole; ignoring them feels like a better answer. Just don’t comply and do your own thing. Make them irrelevant. (Yes, see what they are doing and take appropriate actions.)
So much of what we took for granted as ‘knowns’ and unquestioned assumptions about the world have turned out to be false. History, science, political frameworks, governments, educational institutions, professional standards… even the nature of reality itself, all of it, now in question. I’m beginning to suspect that even the markers we use for orienting ourselves in space and time, are up for grabs too. Is this America 2022? I wouldn’t be too sure.
What can we place our trust in?
Fortunately, that’s easy. And maybe the whole collapse out there is, in some ways, all about forging and clarifying who we are, in here. The flame within us, when lit bright enough, inevitably produces a desire to protect humanity and to live our inheritance as free beings. It can be a fierce light. It’s also eternal and not confined to time and space. It tells us something far more true about who we really are.
Whatever you call our Source, it is both mysterious and good. That flame is love. That’s real. It may express in ways that don’t appear loving, but if you’re upset at the attempted takeover of our world, the genetic modification of human beings and the obvious depopulation agenda, it is love that’s driving that upset.
And love is TPTB’s kryptonite. They can’t manipulate love. (Yes, they can and do manipulate emotions.) They can’t put that flame out - unless we agree. (And even then…?) The shadow controllers of the world out there are attempting to extinguish our flame and in that attempt they’ve laid a trans-human trap and we’ve watched as many humans walked into it. That was painful to watch.
The UFO thing will likely come soon - the war won’t our hold attention much longer - and they’ll need something else, something bigger. Something to overwhelm and distract us from the shortages, the inflation, the sick and dying and and loss of our way of life. It’s the next logical choice - to go galactic. I guess if I was a devious devil devoid of decency, that’s what I would do.
What we can be sure of is the UFO disclosure (being slowly leaked) will be orchestrated and designed to manipulate the masses. It will likely be fear-inducing though maybe they’ll sell it as good aliens here to save us, and suggest we board their craft? (If that happens, please don’t fall for it.)
When the curtain is lifted, and Oz is outed, there is a short amount of time before it comes down for good. Illusions busted open, are not compelling. The show we’ve been living in, was a version of reality that turns out, wasn’t all that real. Sure partial truths were included and real people participated, but so much has been left out, rewritten and distorted, it’s hard to say what’s what. Hard to say, who’s who.
The underpinnings of our ‘reality’ are loosening - so loose in fact, we need to hold the concept lightly - as the curtain closes on this final act. Yes, there is a reset coming, but not the one the Psycho Globalists wanted. That’s over too. It’s bigger than that.
This version of the world, perhaps including how we understand time and space, is coming to an end. As it collapses, we’ll emerge - flame-intact, shining brighter than ever humans - and we’ll bring a new reality with us. I imagine it may well be rooted in that deeper, truer part of us.
Until this final act is completely over, I’m going to pop in and out of the theatre. It’s losing its grip on me, and something truer, is calling.
Inspired by Jacqueline Fay Hobbs: Oraclegirl.org
You have written my story and how I feel exactly but didn’t have the words. Thank you for this excellent piece ❤️
Kathleen, thanks for expressing so well what some of us have been through and where we have arrived.
My stance toward the world shifted when I realized that the difficult lessons I had learned about dysfunctional relationships also apply to society at large.
When it comes to people like addicts, they can only drag you down if you let them. Making yourself small so they can feel comfortable does not benefit either you or them. You can't fix anyone, but just being your authentic self will push the envelope of their growth. Then they will grow or leave if being in your presence becomes too painful for them. For some, It takes hitting bottom before they reverse their trajectory. That is their sovereign choice.
Applying this lesson to society: We can't fix it. A timeline already exists where everything goes to hell. Some souls may choose that. That is their right. We are here to present them with a choice by acting as a bridge to another timeline of abundance, harmony and peace. That timeline also already exists. The best we can do for lost souls is to anchor ourselves in our authentic being and shine like a lighthouse in a storm. Some of us may manifest islands of sanity amidst the madness that serve as sanctuaries, as gateways to a better world. Perhaps many such communities will quietly appear then gradually coalesce. Or perhaps the transition will be more sudden, a mass awakening brought about by an earthshaking event. Or perhaps both.