Author: jplivz@yahoo.com

Into the stream of consciousness, a welcoming introduction / Isn’t it amazing!? This land sliding discovery of growth / The mystical rhythms change can’t annoy / Embracing the time with all it employs

Here, I want you to see / Your mother remembers your reason to be / Don’t fret, deny, fight, or destroy / The ideas contained in a seed waiting, just waiting

The time might be, might be, or not / The stars have aligned recognize it or not / That bliss is sprouted almost invisibly right / Delicately loved respiring aspiring total delight!

Tuning into the Biden-Fauci YouTube Town Hall was like rubbernecking a car wreck on the highway. We’re going to be on our way, but had to slow down to check out what happened. Pretty sad state of affairs from this view point. If millions of lives are supposedly on the line, then this passionless, faux passion full, and infantile recitation of presumed life saving information is sad. Culturally the, over produced, event is the next ratchet down on the dumb down scale. Each guy’s delivery was as disingenuous and hollow as a novice actor’s recitation of rote dialogue for a play they don’t care about. Real life never, ever, comes of this way. Never. If our collective circumstances are even half as dire as they’re made out to be, these guys would never be taking scripted idiocy questions from light weight, B list celebrities that care more about a schtick than an answer. The redeeming quality of this YouTube event is that it further tips the hand of the media director’s obvious effort to propagandize.

After tuning out, and thinking for a minute about where this message is coming from, a certain solace has prevailed. With all the technology available today, and all the really competent actors likely for hire, this is the best that the propaganda production team can do? That’s freakin sad. Stupidity events like this actually work against the monopolist string pullers that are endeavoring to gain, and/or maintain social controls. This Biden-Fauci YouTube Town Hall was a shit show embarrassment. It wouldn’t, at all, be a surprise to find out that viewers that actually support the fraud narrative of the modern world would reevaluate their position based on watching these two failures sleep walk through this puff piece. The best thing that the social engineers have going for them is that, with the rampant disinterest regarding the redundant clang of repeated false alarming and intently short attention spans, very few people actually watch. Word up. Thank for the show. It strongly reinforced the idea that independence from the modern control web isn’t just important; it’s very much achievable.

It’s become redundant in so many ways to point out that societal heads, industry moguls, and many government figures are complicit in intense crime. The abuses of power exceeds almost all boundaries of imagination. Viewed in a scientific way, The results of the crimes are not much more than a statistic in the measure of predictable response. The setup provided by generations of eugenics driven social control is unquestionably effective at driving, and delivering specific belief patterns and systems. Belief that is almost perfectly protected from internal, critical thought, challenges. With definite elements of reinforcement, very few will challenge what it thinks, and/or trusts, is the ultimate authority. With this dedication, the purveyors of base line messaging have arrived at a place of exceedingly high authority and power. There’s no obligation to be responsible with that power, regardless of the calling to be. Now that another massive monopoly/kleptocracy scam has been whipped on the majority of earth’s population with precise broad based success, why do the power broker public figure heads insist on tipping their individual, and collective, hands? The scam plan is working amazingly well, but the scammers themselves don’t seem to trust that it’s working well enough. Why not? Why be terrifically outspoken about obvious inconsistencies of your own storylines? Why trumpet verifiable falsehoods, and idiotic suggestions? How can one be clever enough to basically dupe an entire world population to belief a story, as concocted as it is, and then jeopardize it by over repeating bullshit it’s built on? They have to be very nervous about something very basic.

Reverse beta testing in progress. Who says that the powers that be are the only ones that can run a beta test!? As quickly as the insistent wear a mask order was given, supported, and enforced, is just as subtly as they are, bit by bit, going unworn. Get used to it!

PSYOP pressere is always being applied tyrannically ivy our worldwide fascist down pressers. Nobody is technically allowed to think for themselves, and if some critical thought is happening, it will happen with an overlay of control, fear and confusion. So, as we’re all walking around with our compliance wear, ideas, and attitudes, I’ve made up my mind to signal my own, “get used to it” message. Unmasked… An unperturbed countenance is never unwelcome, and right now it’s working to an uncontrived expression of a loving PSYOP. Loving in that it is a non-hostile compensation to the mask directive that is meant to continue our reduction as people. Psychology not withstanding, we all benefit from seeing a smile. In a world of hurt, smiles go miles. Who says who, anyway, what kind of freedom you may or may not have. When it comes to facing the world, it’s time to actually face it. Right now for better, or even better let’s signal to ourselves and others that we’ll decide for ourselves how it will be. Looking around it’s nice to know that it’s not only me, and i’m fully on board; going mask free.

For those of us that have had the stress of trying to keep up with an unraveling false narrative, it’s nice to not have to do that anymore. It becomes increasingly difficult for the narrators of lies to hide their disquiet when facts outpace fabrication. As the old “baffle them with bullshit” strategy runs it’s course, and rams into the real; cracks, fissures and tears in the story fabric allow ever increasing amounts of light into the manufactured narration. Each ray of light exposes a bit more of an alibi system that can fail at any, if not many, points. The contrived, and ultimately baseless, fact base makes all the perpetuation efforts a preoccupation, an encumbrance, and an embarrassment. Perpetuating the narration now becomes a test of the determination of those needing to maintain it versus that which is challenging to expose it. On a good day it would be nice to say that we’re working to have an actuality and reality narration be prevailing, but it’s liberating to not have to spend a single second defending a topic, or series of topics, that are just not true.

There is no doubt that there are factions directing the ship of our collective fate. There is also no doubt that those factions could care less for our well being. In fact, all the science, and technology at the disposal of the social control agents in these factions are willfully, willingly, and intentionally doing us harm. Every imaginable kind of harm, in every imaginable way. We may never know exactly who these individuals and factions are, but we can do one thing for sure… We can evaluate the entire popular narrative, every official source, all the peer pressure, and stop doing what we’re being told to do by these factions. We can stop participating in torpedoing our own collective fate ship.

So often conventional wisdom is delivered emphatically with sure confidence. So much personal experience, however, contradicts the rigid declaratives about peoples, and what they prove to actually be about. All the images and stories of people at each other’s throats is routinely unfound. Again yesterday down in Point Pleasant New Jersey there were loads of people of all walks of life mixed together happily. There was no overbearing threat of danger or suspicion to be found, heard, or sensed anywhere. Again, and again yesterday, all the persuasions that we the people are our own enemy has been defied, and the only screams of surprise were the screams of joy among those loving their surprises which were popping up in the funhouse.

I’m visiting the relic of my spiritual guide’s abandoned home. There is snow inside the house. The snow has drifted into the corners of the great room in which I find myself. This is the room in which we had met many times. On the wall beside the fireplace there is a faux impression on/in the wall. I remembered that there was once a window here where the impression is now. The impression captures my attention, and I begin observe it. The impression is moving, morphing, and kind of melting. It’s my spirit guide! It’s his impression moving and gesturing like an animated sculpture. It’s great to see him again!

There’s a message coming through the apparition. I’ve known this guy well. His eager manner and determination is obvious in spite of the fact that he’s at peace. Very deliberately, the apparition sculpture, faux texture, on the wall is telling me to do that which he realizes he could have done better, and more… With the appearance of a phantom left hand, on the winter wall, he reaches to the solar plexus spot, and points in. Follow your heart. With this the entire event scene evaporates. Follow your heart. Thank you Jay.

Once seen, there’s no way to un-see or un-realize the present truth. Fear trauma and normalcy warping headlines now hang like trappings on a bulletin board. The former supposed reporting authority has been tossed up. The new news compartment for traditional journalism sources isn’t just propaganda; it’s truth inverter. All information is being twisted by filters of mind control purpose. No one is trusted, or allowed, by the print bosses, or social captains, to think freely. The news isn’t fake; it’s twisted. Modern day reporting is accurate in this real way; what is isn’t, what isn’t is, what’s marginalized should be emphasized, and what’s dismissed is essential. The blame game is rigged with those screaming crime the loudest being the most guilty., and the righteousness of the blamed is tectonic. Indeed those that are suggesting, demanding, that they be trusted are penultimately untrustworthy, and the subtleties of having progressed to this place of one hundred percent complete hijack of traditionally trusted information sources are beyond bound. The subtleties of the science mind controls potentials are astronomical. Traditional journalism at this point is a pass at your own risk trip. Read critically, I find hope in the twisted reporting. Recently I saw the article of the hawk killing chicken that had been a lonely woman’s best friend. Hmmmm…

The article about the bird on bird attack was a source of terrific optimism. Algorithmically there is nothing in the news that is done arbitrarily, or without purpose. In this case, the vilification of a subject operating instinctually in the natural world is the point. Identifying the innocent victim of a sad random act of nature is another point. Catalyzing feelings of unfairness in this situational equation is the objective. The reason I find this particular story is a stout stalwart of hope and enterprise is because of who the villain is. All beings have their brave power characteristics. Members of the modern world are lacking some mighty important ones. Honor, intuition, and courage are right at the top of the list of what we could all use much greater capacities of. These traits among peoples are a very real threat to the BS narration of civilization in this modern time. Ironically enough, these happen to be the traits of the hack that preyed on the chicken. With a further twist, the chicken is probably as exploited industrial food species as any, and the hawk’s populations at one time had been so messed up by many different human operating practices in modern industrial time that they were on the brink of extinction. Not to mention, that the lady who was leaning on the chicken for friendship, service, and support was probably doing so because she couldn’t emotionally reconcile what she was seeing in the nightly news. This bird kill article was delivered specifically to invert my internal attitude to what’s perfectly well ordered in the natural world. Who, exactly, is bullshitting who?

Hatched in tree top vaults of heaven / An incubation tube in the back of a lab / Favor found fortune an interminable tussle / The witness admires with remarkable dread / Freedom from captive longing splashed red / Our loss is our gain the story re-read / The honor is savored rewarding the dead / The true curse accursing the miserable un-dead

The only power others have over me is the power I give them.