There is a figment of our imagination we called our country. It didnt exist in the way we believed it did. On January 6 2021, that illusion will be over. Dead. Gone. In a flash. Cognitive dissonance will be the new pandemic.
When I dabbled in lucid dreaming, I learned its deeply disconcerting when the power switch is pulled in a dream while Im asleep and lucid. Scary shit when it all goes black. This is going to happen to tens of millions come the 6th, and it wont be pretty.
If that were true, perhaps we can trust Grassley.
Its changed in my heart and my home already. There is a new peace, a new love, anew respect, a new acceptance. My family has grown, and and God’s spirit fills us.
I will say this, I believe I received a message of sorts saying that the number 280 will play a showman level role in changing the world for the better. I have my suspicion of the meaning, and it’s the obvious.
Where was that little helper when my john deere was stuck in the mud yesterday?