In a world dominated by illusion and control, we find ourselves trapped in a system that distorts reality, while the true freedom of an awakened individual remains beyond our grasp. Hidden in the chaos and complexity we must navigate each day, we struggle to find meaning, peace, and a way to cope with the absurdity of it all.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
I came across an article by Arthur Firstenberg, titled “Please Get Rid of Your Cell Phones Now,” which got me thinking about aspects of this topic that I wanted to explore further. After watching a few YouTube videos on EMFs, particularly in EVs like Teslas, I found myself wanting more specific information – and, of course, I wanted to share my findings. So, I thought, why not query ChatGPT and see what comes up?
The Martians are coming!
No, they’re not. And they never will be. But when the fake and staged “invasion” shows up, and the governments of empire suddenly begin to disclose decades-old, heavily redacted “facts and files” about “aliens” and off-world visitors, you’ll want to be better educated about the true nature of this reality. The lengths to which the owners of nations and their citizenry will go to ensure obedience, fear, panic, brainwashing, and mind control are extreme, well-documented, and very well-funded.
Yes, we forget… The “forgetting” I am referring to here is potentially far more insidious, interstitial, and reality-shaping. It concerns our journey back and forth between the physical form and how, inconveniently, we are wiped clean of all previous knowledge and understanding of this place and the nature of what earthbound life entails. It seems that we are born disadvantaged, though a certain pervasive religious distortion has twisted this notion into the belief that we are born “sinners.” It’s important to recognize just how prolific logocide is in our modern world — that words are routinely repurposed and redefined to foster confusion, infighting, scapegoating, narrative manipulation, and mind control of the masses.
30 years ago, I died. It was mid-March of 1994, as I recall. I was 18 years old, and this may or may not have been about the 5th or 6th time I had been in a situation where I could have been over and done with this life — and yet, I decided to remain, or to come back and keep on keeping on.