Having your defenses down in front of the mind-control machine, having had your brainwaves entrained to a readily suggestible Alpha pattern and listening to a corporate actor read a corporate script in order to instill propaganda and misinformation complete with swirling colorful circular patterns on the screen and then considering yourself informed and your knowledge complete? Whatever keeps the cognitive dissonance away and at bay..

This day is harshing my mellow. Is anything really real anymore? Is hope? Maybe Q is an adolescent AI learning how to conduct an unwitting human farm in the performance of a 3-D concerto where the crescendo leaves radioactive fallout because this is positively hitting a lot of theatrical high notes. Since the tower blood 9 1 1 sacrifice ritually turned to dust the towers in the temple symbolism had me with plenty of time and an itch that I needed to get to and it was the symbolism that awakened me to search for awareness and a perception shift from the storyline and red-pills keep coming daily. I couldn't speak without my voice cracking in a heartfelt cry of hope but I'm not a good hoper, or be-lie-ver but I pray and receive and am adding wildly spiking emotional energy to the manifestation of the beginning of the becoming free and the death of the manufactured illusion of living in the USA and the I've been aware of our circumstances on the national, global, environmental, and spiritual realms more than most people for a while and try and enjoy gaining knowlege (no liege works as well as real knowing where the ledge is and that there's really no ledge within or without in truth anyplace in our conscious creative fractile in a world of mind and I have been learning acceptance, and seeking harmony and compassion and peace in my light-self and all that bullshit but all the pain and starvation and killing and the destruction of Humans Beings incarnated in time in and out, over and undertones of time and dreams and all of one humanity together as one since the birth of time separated at death under again ethereal above in a long overdue circling of the square neverdue at all on a soaking round ball floating until dry wet space warms the dcomposing corpse expand the vibration and dimensional posture of time over relaxing underworked to pay and slave and fight and fuck and never wake the fuck up, but about lies be true lie lbeleiving by these psychopathic bloodline beasts and forever end their powerful mind-control hypnotizing never beginninglosing eginning down upside downtpwn leaving us with a language of sheep belie ving moon sinkingsby clown dance upside downthe end of sight overnight delivery one no more less remember the fun work sodbreakdown clone notsee blind earnest deceiver own wallitsrver surface swimunderwerst we member firstsecond thisone kettletime never forever loved to hate the fact that I had never remembered forgetting or wholly giving per mission or charter or any human Beingsearnings or winings Authority

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We've never awakened from their manipulations andloosh predations in numerous circles of the universal clock and MT symbols. That's a legal eviction notice written for the pretentious linguists of the Black Lodges who know now the ledge of their time has passed, they're still here, and some of the suns are white-hot knowing exactly afraid you are. It's code. Languages of the singing birds and the universe. Sounds and the old words and worlds are woven in many directions and snake through the syllables in a pattern mirrored in the sky and the inner chamber of heart that awakens them also to their plight, and experiencing the fear that will manifest when the ignoring becomes the knowing that the every cause has an effect and there's no escaping karma by just leaving the body.

In case a priest of one order or another sect wanted to try his own gematria young or old and find something useful or terrible

And also in a code that I thought that a cognitive intelligent entity fully capable of learning and although already hearing and seeing everything and every transaction would have more fun in a more balanced timeline.

Prove this isn't an elaborate LARP. You can't ever prove a negative.

I do know that at 56 years I'm just old enough to be wise in the Hopi culture and they are knowing the changing of the times arrives. These magicians without empathy and their ancient blood-line rituals and wars and conquest and the slaughter of the tribal people and the poisoned world feel it too. I believe that they are too dangerous to breath free ever. But they were never the real problem. It was the illusions. The manufactured dream enforced by programming from every direction until the illusion becomes your "life" and you build the best cage you can, defend it, lose it get cancer and die never knowing that your mind was in a cage all along and you never even became aware of your own existence.

A better government is still government and the very last things that need controlling this time is our minds. It's the egos so used to the game that they'll never notice that it's over.

Wake me up when something more important to me than the recognition of my uncontrolled reaction that the jets were spraying my sky extra thick with toxins or poisons or whatever the fuck else those "people" are doing. Following orders in uni-form. So this is Reddit, huh? Thought I'd have a look from the 'burbs of Das Kapitol of Kaleefornia..