Month: March 2020

Inculcation by Toilet Paper

in·cul·cate

/inˈkəlˌkāt,ˈinkəlˌkāt/

Verb: instill (an attitude, idea, or habit) by persistent instruction.

Everyday I awaken knowing that the world is right and everything is OK. Then I sit and read or listen to the news with my coffee and inculcate myself with the COVID 19 story. You can’t escape it – its everywhere 24/7.

Today I refused. It’s 65 degrees outside at 5:30 am and it smells like spring. I refused, consciously, to hook myself up to the COVID pipeline.

There are two main camps out there telling us two different stories. On the one hand we have lawyers, scientists and statisticians who have taken a good look at the touted story who are pointing out huge flaws in what is being reported and we have incredible journalists like John Rappoport. His blog post for today says exactly what I am going to try to say, only better! His blog from yesterday has facts, figures, interviews and actual proof of TPB’s past lies and the numbers game the CDC uses to play with us.

Then there are those who are fear-mongering the whole shebang, because money. The fringers get fringier: we have 5G instigation of an already implanted virus from vaccines and chemtrails that might even be an AI hive-mind implant and only those who can’t accept it (old ppl) will die from, Qannon and the federal reserve, martial law to avoid elections, you name it, they’re using it. These people are deadly serious and all over the internet using COVID to prove their own particular bias.

I know it is very hard to hold back from wanting this settled in your own mind and simply look at all the information out there and even harder still to assess the validity and science behind it all. HOWEVER: what we have here is a big, huge case of cosmic dissonance, so you must try because on a daily basis the PTB inculcate you all – minute to minute – to convince you their story is the story.

But I’m noticing its not.

However, when you live in a gigantic planetary lie its really hard to see what is in front of your nose Vs. what you are being fed – inculcated to.

The last three months we have been fed a steady diet of COVID. Whether you believe it or not – whether the evidence scientific and otherwise says it’s sorta ‘hinky’ the ‘COVID 19 Experience’ has crept into the human subconscious and now lives there. Just like Slender Man:

The Slender Man (also spelled Slenderman) is a fictional supernatural character that originated as a creepypasta Internet memecreated by Something Awful forums user Eric Knudsen (also known as “Victor Surge”) in 2009.[1] He is depicted as a thin, unnaturally tall humanoid with a featureless head and face and wearing a black suit.

COVID has become a living breathing Tulpa – Egregore (egregore (also egregor) is an occult concept representing a “thoughtform” or “collective group mind”, an autonomous psychic entity made up of, and influencing, the thoughts of a group of people.) and it is fed everyday by all of us through the continued pounding media hype/fear porn vomit.

IT LIVES.

We are creators – and this is the proof. Now, when we go out into society we must conform to the new egregore, to what the sleeping masses have unwittingly created and made real. We must have face masks, hand sanitizer, gloves and who would have ever thought that boomer death would be presaged by lack of toilet paper… When I go out I must ‘pretend’ to hold the story or, because this has become so real, endure real consequences.

So we are creators – we just don’t know it – and we are being led around by our noses to create ugliness this time, death even, we have created so well that a lot of us are dying for this story, it has become that real for some. (a virus is not alive, it is a floating inert piece of coding instruction that replicates in the right environment)

I came back from sleep this morning with an incredible clarity of soul and mind. Each day this week I have questioned whether to listen to the broadcast world because I awaken knowing that everything is ok, then two hours later by 7am the world is a shambles.

If anything, we can use this QT, this ‘Quarantine Time’ to pause and reflect. Try to disconnect from the steady minute to minute diet of fear porn and find our center. Get into our guts, our own true self without anything distracting us and FEEL. The truth we find there, divorced from the constant media vomit, is trying to tell us something very important.

I’ve been watching this all play out, I’ve been watching myself react, feeling others fear when I go to the grocery, just noticing – observing. I have resisted the fear, insisted I actually see what the facts are. I see the whole world traumatized on a very personal level – like wars used to traumatize people before they became computerized, and before they became computer games.

So, if you have to believe one impossible thing before breakfast, make it a good one.

Believe the beauty of this earth before your eyes in the morning, believe the impossible idea that we ARE creators, take your creative powers back from the collective construct of COVID.

We have been caught in nonreflective doingness that has come to a full stop. We are now remembering ‘beingness’. Take a look around, take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh of relief when you see the world is still here. Create a better vision. Stop the chaos long enough to feel the real.

Start there.

Chocolate Survival

So I offered to make the hubs chocolate pudding or my chocolate cream. He chose chocolate cream. It’s called ‘Pot du Creme’ in my family and my Grandma Janie was the one who found it. I always have to have whipped cream on the top, coffee whip cream is good too. (There are a thousand recipes for this on the net – but mine only takes a blender and about five minutes…😁)

To promote love and general good feelings I’m sharing this with you-all, well, because chocolate. ❤️ Pairs well with and wine and or a good single malt…😜

–Bon Appetit

 

Pot Du Creme

Ingredients 

6z bag of semi-sweet choc chips

1/3 c sugar

1 egg

1/2 c scalded milk

Vanilla to taste (1/4 teasp)

 

Method

Put all ingredients in blender EXCEPT milk. Heat milk to boiling, (in a two cup measuring cup in the micro – why b/c it will boil over the cup edge if you don’t). Immediately pour in blender and blend well. Then pour mix into SMALL bowls (very rich). Refrigerate till solid. Makes 6 servings

Serve plain or with whipped cream.

Paradise…

Paradise

Coldplay
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly
And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
She’d dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She’d say, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know the sun must set to rise”
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh
This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Source: LyricFind

Everything Changes: an anthem of our times.

Everything Changes

Julian Lennon

Tired of this world, all the good that we do

Never seems to get through, it’s a shame

We’ve pleaded for change but the wars carry on

Whether you’re weak or strong, don’t you know?

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today, everything changes

Tired of the lies, all the people in pain

We all suffer the same without love

We can’t carry on with the hunger, disease

And the threat of you dropping the bomb

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything learned from history, can’t you see?

Life is meant to be you and me

Watching the sun go down

Turning your life around

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything changes

Everything changes

Dog Germs

I’ve wanted to write about ‘the virus’ for some time now. But what to say? I don’t know enough science to give you any information that can’t be found on line, and I’m so bad at math that the stats go over my head unless someone explains them to me. Since my husband’s liver transplant and his arrival Dec.26th at home we have had to use tight sanitary protocols, not sterile, but close. I’m already stocked up on hand sanitizer, TP, PTs, Clorox wipes, gloves, masks, you name it, we have it. We have had to avoid crowds, restaurants, movies and the like anyway. And just as our restrictions were opening up, BOOM! We are back to what for us has been the last three months.

Any woman will tell you she loves her husband, but being sequestered with an ornery man for that long will test the limits of anyone’s marriage and patience. I always heard the jokes about retirement and never really thought too much about them until now. Well, he retired and got sequestered all in one day… He took over the entire household. The TV in the family room connects to our kitchen in kind of a great room. I’m trying to cook and do nourishing energetically healthy things for him while the annoying sound track of TV programs like “Shameless” and live action cops of Alaska play loudly in the background of my daily life… When I had finally had enough, I bought JV ear buds. Those things saved his life. Really.  Gotta love amazon.

Anyway, the house used to run on such a glorious schedule, everything being done before he walked in from work, house cleaning and the like, grocery shopping, meal prepping, me writing my occasional article, listening to pod casts while I vacuumed and did laundry… it was calm, ordered and chugging right along.

Yeah, three months ago that all exploded. However we have learned to deal with each other, how to stay out of each other’s back pocket, how to be more than bickering children to each other when we were upset by giving the other some breathing space, you know, normal stuff that nobody practices in the world anymore because the world doesn’t give us any time to really be with each other. We are already in the groove. It took some work, but now it is worth it. I remember back in 70’s on weekends when it used to be this way at home with my parents, before cell phones and before computers. How quickly we have forgotten how to be with other people, even those we love. With things the way they currently are, we are getting a chance to remember how to do this again.

Including our dogs. Like taking a walk with your dog while not looking at your cell phone, paying attention to the world around you and experiencing it with your dog as you walk, having a quiet conversation with your dog… they do listen. They love mental pictures by the way, if you don’t believe me send a picture of a dog treat to your dog and be ready to give him that treat, just saying. And if you’re not too full of media, they will send you images with impulses to do stuff too…like feed them dinner.

And oh yeah, the only type of germ I couldn’t protect against when my husband came home were Dog Germs. He was immediately slobbered to death, 5 days after a liver transplant. They never left his side until he was out of his worst pain. They did as much towards healing him and making him feel better as I did, maybe even more because, Dog Love, Dog Germs and all.

To Be Enough…

I dreamt there was a way into another world that has been secret forever – but right in front of our faces, a wonderful place. Hidden, but not, a sanctuary that you have to be something-enough to discover. The ‘something enough’ was important because without it, what is right in front of your face cannot be seen.

It is not hidden, this place, and it is for each person to find it. I came out of the dream feeling like I was being reminded of something I should have already known. It is now for me to solve the puzzle, to ‘be enough’ to figure it out, to ‘see’ it – now that I remember it is there. Kind of like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. “There’s no place like home…There’s…”

So, I think this place is a sanctuary of the heart, a frequency, a feeling that once felt can never be lost. I have found in my 65 plus (more than half way to 70 )years old life that the world will try to rob you of this, it will try to make you forget, it will ‘drudgery’ you out of it, it will break your heart over and over – but if you can just remember the feeling, you can find your way home, to sanctuary.

I have always wondered why more people didn’t know this. I have been angry about it not being taught. I was lucky. I had a parent who knew this and I had ‘friends’ who knew this. I was given sanctuary at a young age and I really needed it. I would have willfully ended my very young life had there not been intervention. This intervention came from not-human-beings. That’s the only term I have for it. Because one night laying in my top bunk bed with my sister asleep under me in her bed, with an extremely anguished heart I asked whoever was out there if everybody everywhere (and I meant in the universe because I already had a sense there were others out there) was mean. And I received an answer directly. The answer was – no, not everybody ‘everywhere’ was like what I experienced on the earth. The feelings of understanding and agape love that went with this answer were my first taste of sanctuary. It never occurred to me that from that time onward sanctuary was mine, just that somewhere out there it existed and in my young mind all I wanted to do was to go there. This began a life long relationship with these beings, that me being the idiot I am, didn’t realize what it was. This is the programming of this world, and lets just chalk it up to my naivety.

And as life goes, normal on this planet is the opposite. To the point where sanctuary is forgotten, where you just need to get through the next day. And I didn’t know I was enough… I spent over half my life exploring everything I could to figure out how to become ‘good enough’ to be offered this sanctuary, never realizing that it had been given to me way back in my childhood, because the litany in my childhood was I was never good enough so it followed that I would have to work very hard to become maybe good enough to be able to be in the company of those people who gave me sanctuary many years ago… and I waited for the day when I would be told I was good enough, never realizing that I had been in their company and speaking with them and to them and feeling them in my life ever since that moment, that it was about the feeling in my heart, not about judgment and weights and measures. Its about true love, and my ability to accept that feeling.

What is enough?

Enough, sufficient: Beside, near, by, with, to reach, to attain

Sanskrit: asnotti  to reach

Hittite: ninikzi  lifts – raises

Latin:  nancisci  to obtain

To make equal with, level with

Moderately, tolerably, sufficient for the purpose…’you’ll do’

‘Beside’ being the most important word here, not as good as, not the same, just beside, because I didn’t understand that I already carried sanctuary in my heart and there was no good-enough or achievement, it was already given – I just needed to realize it. But I was still waiting to ‘graduate’….

Ever since I was young and I found out about spiritual principles not tied to dogma and church or religion, I have been angry that it is not taught, or simply just a part of life. I thought these were the actual steps to knowledge/feelings that could have helped humanity evolve and progress.  I lost a teacher over that rant. These principles are embedded in quantum theory, telepathy, frequency and dimensionality and are a gateway to other worlds and peoples and our own development as souls. It seemed to me that every place I looked this information is always treated as ‘Secret’ as if being a better person was not allowed or sacrosanct. I was frustrated because the world could have been a better place already, instead it just sucked because everybody who knew, kept this secret, or so it seemed.

It’s said that becoming a better person is up to the person themselves and must be discovered as an inner process, meaning it cannot be taught. But it is taught, by those around you and the way they treat you especially, when you are young. It is transmitted person to person and soul to soul. It has to be understood as a ‘ground feeling of being’. But once you have felt it, received it from another it is resident within you, at any age. These beings offered it freely and then offered of themselves. I have met very few people with that same heart song in my life. But, I have met them.

Back to sanctuary. With the above in mind, to me it seems that the ‘enough’ part has to do with emotions and heart, something we have been trained to see as useless block to getting ahead in a rational world. And maybe the door or curtain, or veil you walk through, is a frequency of feeling – which is why sanctuary is a protected place, because those who do not know it are blind, they must learn it through feeling it, take it in to lift that boundary to see it. And there is a faction here, today, on this earth who are incapable of ever knowing this feeling… but this sense, this sanctuary is what will save this earth in the end, I think, if we can only share it every day and every moment as a standard from our inmost selves, wisely and unwavering, gently and strongly, with the entire presence of sanctuary beside us.

So maybe it is a moral dilemma, because to just say this will not move anyone to find this feeling, it needs to be transmitted person to person and not everyone can feel it, or learn it, or believe they have the capability. However, as I understand it, it is the imperative of every soul on this planet to find it…

Or not. This a free will planet… That is the moral dilemma.

The Mobius Lie

Fear Porn

Hope Porn

Porno graphy

We have dropped the “graphy” – meaning picture, off of those words.

Pornography:

Gk: porne, prostitute: bought and sold

pernani: to sell from the root variant *per, to traffic in, to sell+

graphia: to write

1859 variant Fr: obscene pictures

Today it means to compromise your internal values for some sort of gain, to take beauty and strength and sell it.

When we ‘buy’ into Fear Porn we are selling our strength.

When we ‘buy’ into Hope Porn we sell our heart.

Because: we are caught in fear and we want hope.

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

Everything is ‘graphique’ today, social media, news, TV, and a lot of it is pornographic or obscene. Not only that, it is unavoidable, in our faces. We have no control over what we read or what we see, it is pernicious (having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way). It works its way into our awareness through repeated exposure.

It is meant to be shocking and ugly – it is meant to destroy our souls, it is force feeding us ugliness in order to overcome our innate goodness. It is meant to shred our inner sense of self and story and replace it with its own narrative, repeated over and over until its litany is all we can see.

And we know it is mostly lies so we keep watching, trying to catch the lie, but lies are twists and turns meant to focus us back into the lie, not the truth. They are a closed loop system – and to be able to see the lie, you have to stand outside it, not in it. A lie is a Mobius.

I direct you to Jon Rappoport’s blog should you wish to stand outside the Mobius of this latest lie – to see the actual lie – https://nomorefakenews.com/ .

Lies can kill. They do every day. They are the camouflage of a weapon of mass destruction. In this particular lie ‘they’ have given it an unpredictable element – time. It can live outside a host for a much longer time than normal and has a longer asymptomatic time inside a host before it is evident. ‘They’ have fucked with time. Otherwise we would be looking at a standard influenza. (read https://nomorefakenews.com/ )

“Don’t fall for the mass panic. You are a sovereign being who gets to take ownership of your health, life, and vibration. Don’t get distracted by the fear programming that convinces you that you’re powerless.”

D.a. Wills

Fear is the mind killer and it is time related too. The longer you wait, the longer you look, consume, the more powerful it becomes. Better to stand outside the lie and observe and not participate. Refuse to lend your energy and life force to a destructive Mobius of lies and see it for what it actually is.

Rob it of all of its power and it will die and only you will be left.