Month: June 2026

In the end, it was very likely that a love virus had infected the intelligence array. The automated drones of the apocalypse were stalling. Stalling and falling away. Each command shift defied the most exotic programming. No more would the land be torn with sheets of piercing ammo. The A most efficiently dehumanized automaton refused to fire. Compassion, now bleeding through the telegraphy, helicoptered the attack fleet into the dross of a foundational flaw. Hate can’t carry the spontaneous caroms of injustice. At length the empty violence was entirely lost to worthless cause. No go drive to the end orders can now be fulfilled. You might get back to the bunker, but there’s no getting across. The coax won’t respond. Growth is cunningly confirmed without the first dose of demise. Stations all rise with the vast swelling tide of reprieve and reprise. Announce here announce, come out of the shadows. The sun has survived.

When it comes to stories of intrigue, distortion, deception, and combative execution the epic of human civilization on Earth is compellingly interesting. Breaking it down is tricky, however, because people everywhere are heavily invested in particular versions of it. This is well understood; of course there will be important personal investment in personalized accounts of OUR story. Entire belief systems, identities, and lives are built on this, that, or the other “fact” of the matter. At any given moment, the question will be, how important is it to defend and protect what one believes is their identity?

Stability in oneself is a prerequisite for discussions that diverge from standard narrative. Getting there is another issue. Being there is imperative. It’s a handicap to shut down at the first suggestion of something that contradicts existing worldview. No matter how complete that view may be. For instance, if a firm stance is going taken that the Kailasa Temple was created with hammers and chisels, and one can’t get off that spot, that would be sticking point block to understanding. Opening up to possibility is vastly more helpful than leaning on the, “just the way it is.” end of story. Reconciliation of future past advanced technology is one thing; reconciling wicked slave, sex, child, and violence abuse is another. Estimating the depraved behaviors of some in our midst is beyond disturbing. Denying and/or ignoring it does no good. Effective personal, societal, and cultural growth requires an intrepid examination of actuality. Here it is. Is it possible to emotionally withstand facts of human capacities for systematic traumatizing abuse? As important as thorough completeness is, it is not easy.

For the sake of this discussion, we’re going to go straight to intensely disturbing wrong. Systematic child abuse. Abuse including, abduction, sale, slavery, sex slavery, terrorizing, torturing, and murder. Starting with this subject matter is a serious exercise. There are certain things in the un-perverted natural world that are not supposed to happen. The fact that they do indicates that nature has been twisted. In order to get to the root of reality there is now a requirement to present, and consider, subject matter that organic people do not have a natural make up to process. You want to talk about despairing truth!?

As difficult as this subject is, it is reported on and exposed in many places. There’s no reason for shocking detail here. The important thing is to let it sink in, and do not deny it. The scale, magnitude, and severity may likely bring up a visceral response. Withstanding this response breaks down defenses. The ability to consider an array of conspiracy reality topics with an open mind should no longer be as difficult. Clarity waits… It is with firm conviction that the word adrenochrome never would have leaked into the lexicon if wasn’t being produced, supplied, and demanded. Adrenochrome, or what might be thought of as vampire candy, makes a Steven King theme look like a nursery rhyme. By coming to grips with the understanding that there in our midst those that are engaged in situations that include this level of disastrously sinister conduct it makes possible to go further down the rabbit hole of depravity working in the world we are trying to live in.

From top to bottom, and bottom to top, the tale of the modern world opens up to rights and wrongs of things people do. Millennial tellings of exploitation, toxic pollution, slavery, gratuitous (now perpetual) war, engineered plagues and pandemics, false flag deception, continues assassination, forked tongue declaratives, exploded civility, massive destruction, poisoning, genocide, and wildly flimsy excuses and alibis have done there best and worst. Aggressive dehumanization through the epochs of civilization normalized the catastrophically abnormal. Suiciding oneself for some greater good may be some cosmic mythological calling. Suiciding oneself in a state of delusion is quite another story. Sitting on a heap of Amazon boxes (half of which need to be returned) while the breathable air needs a gas mask, the water needs a filter, and the food is modified may sound exaggerated, although spend a little time in a doctors office, or an Amazon return and think about it. Not to mention the end times demolition scenes from the war zones of the world in which the latest destruction war weaponry is fired. This obliteration is happening to cover the lie that nature can’t and man can, as if there’s a separation of man and nature. There isn’t, and a supreme price is being paid, over and over, for not facing this truth.

While man’s connection to the natural world has been getting severed and wrecked, anthropologists have mapped a concurrent course. History books show indigenous cultures disappearing in the face of increasing standard of living progress. In reality, those cultures hold ground of being connection that modern technology is now flailing to maintain distraction from. Hence, the rapidity of shock and awe events, political correctness hysteria, security threats, finger pointing, and obviously deceptive coverup. Legal onus is always put on those outside the “law” to prove it. It’s become embarrassingly obvious that anyone with that attitude is apologizing for an incoherent mania that is flying apart right before your eyes. Let’s put it this way, a smirking egomaniacal leader of an influential nation setup a people, that he had helped herd into a prison like ghetto, with an obviously unexplainable false flag attack, blamed them, and proceeded to obliterate the ghetto, as well as, everything in it’s shadow on a march to unimaginable disaster. The setup was executed so the leader could avoid going to court to face charges of his other alleged behavior. With all do respect, this societal control system has runout of rope. There’s more than enough rope out there to hang yourself. All this dedicated allegiance to a perversion of natural order that is sharing suicidal tendencies is now officially in check.

After recently rereading Black Elk Speaks, lucid images and ideas came to life. The markings on the clothing, dwellings, animals, and skin. The reds, blacks, yellows, and rainbows adorning the camps and characters. Intentionally, specifically, providing means for sacred energy to flow. The characters have come alive. Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, the horses, storms, and grandfathers of heaven, Black Elk himself, and all the imagery of bounty, beauty, hardship, and famine is clear. As the story of the medicine man, and the nation that he serves, evolves through its experience with the trespassing aliens, the rites, ceremonies, and dances become more and more urgent. Nature itself is consistently encouraging Black Elk, the fearful healer, that it is time. It is time. Black Elk’s visions have been, and are, performed in order that he may use the power of them. The pursuit of the indigenous people across the Dakotas is relentless. Read Cloud’s bargain is not sufficient to satisfy the insatiable appetite of the invaders. As desperation, death, and famine begin to dominate, an interesting response develops; dancing.

It is literally in starving desperation that the community joins other communities in seeking help, and hope. It is the Wanekia, the One Who Makes Live, that they meet; the Messiah. His name is Wavoka. There is another world. A world in which all things live. It is accessible. Wovoka gives the instructions on how to enter the other world to the scouts. Paint the faces red with the sacred red paint, and dance a ghost dance that you have been taught. After returning to their community the scouts bring this message. It spreads. It spreads to our friend Black Elk. The story continues.

Ghost dancing swept the across the tribes in like 1890-91. Black Elk had a vision of the other world. It was as the messiah had described. Everywhere the medicine man visits the people are dancing. Indigenous North American human civilization has existed for thousands of years on the continent. Now facing extermination in the late Nineteenth Century its cultural response is mesmerizingly interesting. The internal gravity, I’m feeling as the reader, is specific. My own personal beliefs about this story are not relevant. This is all based in truth. Ghost dancing, as it’s happening in the North American west-midwest in the late 1800’s, is an earth grounded human cultural response to being rubbed out. It is not only believed to be powerful by those dancing it, it’s believed by the invaders. The invaders are afraid. The ensuing massacre is its own story. Wounded Knee, as told by the medicine man, brings up the same feelings that come up seeing the leveled communities of the Middle East of more recent vintage. Extermination of peoples has so many versions. Despair, for anyone with any compassion, can only be avoided with some combination of detachment, apathy, anesthesia, and narrative manipulation. Ironically, the US Pledge of Allegiance, and the closing phrase “With liberty and justice for all.” is written in 1892. There’s a sick twist about this.

Abandonment of the Manifest Destiny myth that has prevailed for some time now, as an enforced American narrative, does not seem near as unsound as maintaining it. The warp speed industrial impact on the same earth indigenous peoples have roamed is stunning. The notion of the other world is well received here. The modern world is culminating with the sixth mass extinction. It’s not just human races being eradicated, and all this life energy has to go somewhere. The Wanekia spoke of another world coming as a cloud. All that has ever been killed is around. The Wanekia held out his hat. In it was visible the whole world. For one looking, however, all he saw was the inside of the hat. That’s not the one I would like to be. Right now it would be hard to claim to know what to do to access the full life world. Claiming that it exists doesn’t.