Clarion Call part deux

Catherine Austin Fitts maps it out!

The Clarion Call of 2020

What a very strange year! We basically spent the year running from a cold. In that attempt we exposed nursing homes for the prisons they are, the health care system for the cookie cutter doctors that had been promoted and educated by a corporate poisoning system called Big Pharma,  but not all doctors, some had the heart but not the education. Most doctors were caught as unawares as the public because nobody would ever expect such a wholesale slaughter of people to take place under the mask of healing… Nor would anybody expect the outside world to look like an ICU ward with masks and gloves everywhere! 

Nor did the public expect the not so subtle plan to frighten all the cool-aid drinkers into utter submission: fear turned into a political issue! Then came the lock-down of the entire world: Fear creating the prison bars, enclosing the populace. Fear used to make people perform clever tricks while jumping through hoops of regulations that were masquerading as laws. It made us all painfully aware that we did not know the difference between a regulation and a law, and when we could enact civil disobedience versus a crime. This brought out ALL the petty dictators and we became pitifully aware of The Piss-POOR job we had done in electing our local governments!

When we finally became aware of a net­work of crime and power that went through not only our big institutions, but also our local officials, we then had to elect a president. The current one was hated for deregulating and breaking up the worst offenders of this global hegemony on the large scale, was re-elected and the crime network on the local level then retaliated by cheating, because they all knew he was coming after them next. Who knew how much control came from local heads of government? Who knew that some really rotten apples, especially if you wanted to hide out, were safely ensconced at the local level?

The Nation spoke and the tentacles of the local government suppressed our Voices, so now, our real president has to fight the cheating and scammers to assert his right as a fully elected president to the country.

That, has been 2020: the wake up call. The Clarion call to gather up our voices of collective power and take back our country and all we love about it!

It has been made Very Obvious that the real power exists on a LOCAL level, with US. Where we enact policy that strengthens our neighborhoods and feeds our children and supports our aging population. LOCAL HANDS ON policy. And we have allowed the true scum of the world, petty dictator types to sneak in and subvert our neighborhoods without even a single peep, in most cases – but not all. 

Wake up now, or bear the consequences of your own inaction for the next generation, at the least. We have a slim margin within which to cut this cancer of control out and we MUST act NOW! If the whole purpose of this debacle of a year was to wake us up, it hasn’t worked as well as it should have: there will be a something else – another ‘shock’ to the system of humans. Expect it. No, this hasn’t been an overt war of the type like world-war 2 with the massive use of projectiles and bombs and the loss of life and real estate, unless you look at the profound poisoning of the world population by Big Pharma, the use of fear to create a new social pattern, and the profound damage it has created to all human life on the planet, all to usher in a new paradigm of prison bars under which the human race has basically capitulated. Then, it becomes clear, we have been rounded up and put in concentration camps, lock stock and barrel and didn’t even notice. 

Voila! We have this whole charade we called 2020.

Just posts

I wrote these two blog posts simply as diary entries with no intention of publishing. Now I am feeling pressure to publish. Please forgive me ahead of time.

Dec 28 

I’ve had to consider that there is some kind video show out there for every type of need. There are people out there with hopes and there is some type of podcast to fill those hopes. Whomever is watching what we watch knows exactly what our emotional needs are while we sit in our self decorated prisons. 

With all that is panning out in the world right now, and the cold weather, the extra hours of dark, it is particularly hard to be happy. 

I suppose I might be one of the people who actually sort of sees what the future is holding in the next 20 years. Even if this election goes to Trump, we are already invaded – and not by China! The globalists have done a pretty good job of destroying – rotting us out from the inside, and they are invaded from space, or so they would have us believe. The covid is an insidious mind virus, first and foremost, that is controlled by the electronic soup we live in, which then creates the rest of the current mess.

Stress and pressure has hit an all-time high-and people everywhere are afraid of each other and their environment. Its a perfect storm. Most people like me are hoping Trump will be the means to a jumping off point into the future. A lot more just want to go quietly into the night in a Biden-China-Global-Nazi regime: Hell, why don’t we all just check into an old folks prison?

My mind hurts, my soul cries, my body fights daily all the pressure and poison, awaiting spring and the return of light. I wonder just what kind of disaster is in the wings next. I understand why a lot of people are just not dealing with it. The only way I can is to dream of a future that has already brought us through the mess.

Things go on today, crimes that just 20 years ago would have been undreamt of, because the public outcry would have stopped it. 40 years ago these things would have never even started, never have been conceivable. And yet, we sit here today watching crimes play out before our eyes and don’t even see them! Has America turned into the modern day Sodom & Gomorrah? Every civilization before us has ended this way. 

A black ethic has crept in from below rotting out the once beautiful and strong timbers – the soulful ethic upon which the structure of a nation of people was built.  No one sees it.

I have worries that those of us actually aware of this have no recourse but to watch.

No one thinks they can change it, or stop it and most don’t even see it. We have all fallen: fallen from awareness into a stupor-lulled complacency and blame. That has NEVER solved anything. I am worried.

I hate writing this shit, but there it is.

Dec 29

There is definitely something going on with my brain. I feel really stupid. Why that is I don’t know, but I know I’m not stupid. I’m no wordsmith and only a half-ass analyst. All I’ve ever been is an imaginer. I suppose it’s a very programed way to look at myself: if it doesn’t make money, then what good is it? But I do care that something I do or something I am has value beyond just breathing. 

My body is suffering yet another sinus infection. It slows me to a stop with exhaustion and brain fog. Brain fog is a result of toxic tissues and not enough fluids to flush them out. 

My own understanding of life has always been a bit different than the norm. I fit with people like Laura Eisenhower which makes me wonder if I haven’t run a foul of MK-ultra. That said, I endured that type of mind abuse as a kid in my own home and it severely limited my potential as a contributing adult. It is what it is. There are work-arounds.

It was a weird series of events thru my teens. Actually its been a weird life. There will be times that I am triggered when I watch UFO stuff and other times when I know things I should not know, given the type of life I have lived. There are times when my body remembers and I don’t – it reacts with an adrenalin drop and I am confused as to why. My body’s memory is better than my mind’s memory – is that possible? I need to look into that.

The whole world is at that point where just like a person recovering from an abusive family, you step back and look with untainted eyes at where you came from and wonder just How the Hell you made it through all this disfunction with eyes that could actually see the truth.

Then you have to ask yourself, whos’ truth? And just exactly what kind of truth do you want to be living? What is right for you? Creation and imagination come from that inner base strata. People often mis-label that as the inner child-because its the only time they can remember being that free and creative – but its deeper than that. Its more that, it’s the ground-state connection to your soul, your divinity: the-minute we put out that word, divinity, there is a disconnect, because we as muddy humans just can’t be divine creatures. We can be a lot of things except DIVINE. Because humans and GODS are separate, And never should we strive to be what is better! (???) Especially like “The gods” – little ‘g’.

(INTERESTING) It means 2 things:

1. The name, ‘inner child’, is just one example of a way to put down one of the very best attributes we have: our creative link to divine source. You can identify this as programming because our natural state is identification with divinity, that is who we are. But that name alone de-powers this creative aspect.
2. We must  then ask – “Who” told us this? And why?! NOTE: on #1. just look at children and babies to understand they are divine until we ruin them. Who is a valid question that could lead to understanding.

But, Why?

Why is a useless question until you can stand outside the circle of influence and look, and then that question becomes self-evident.

We are caught in a society that trains people to be sheep. To loose touch and awareness with their goodness. Goodness: we are told we are nothing but if we work ‘real hard’ we can escape being total bums on the street and maybe, just maybe, have a life with a little less suffering. Gods forbid, (literally) that we discover real joy and soar above misery and despair.

This bullshit HAS to end.

In Thanks for the Great Dance

I wonder if anyone realizes that without the ugliest of uglies, we would never see the most beautiful? With out the great darkness the light would not be seen. With out the negative, there would be no positive. All would be in total balance and in no movement – there would be no life, no dance. Total light and total darkness are both a state of nothingness – entropy.

The universe exploded into life and movement with the first recognition of the great deity, the being this universe is, of self. At first awareness, it went from stillness to movement in a flash, and the great dance began. The gift this year of study has brought to me is the recognition of this dance and what a great gift it has been. We need to understand that it is the nature of movement – of spin, of attraction and repulsion in the universe that allows condensation into matter – us as we know ourselves.

These cycles of light into dark into light endlessly are what the nature of this universe is about. This eternal dance, this spin IS life and the energy to create more life. It is also what allows us to understand its nature for without its movement we would see nothing. Below are two articles that illustrate this. A dark one about resisting movement, and awareness, and a light post about the eternal cycles that keep us dancing and alive. Like all who are currently awake in this here and now, I have discovered my own inner torsion, movement, dance between the urge to light and the dark that haunts my soul.

But that is the gift given to me this year – a clearer understanding that this is the force of life – this movement. That, the understanding that this flow of life force, this dance, is its essence.

First the dark:

Useful Idiots and Tunnel Vision

Deception. Is. Rampant.

We still wish to find a truth teller to follow. There are many out there who would feed off our feelings of loyalty and sip of that energy from us. Loyalty sometimes requires blindness.

(Synonyms: adhesion, allegiance, attachment, commitment, constancy, dedication, devotedness, devotion, faith, faithfulness, fastness, fealty, fidelity, piety, steadfastness, troth)

The perfidy in the world today runs rampant over all of us. We don’t know who to believe and if we find one who is more powerful and seems to be saying what we feel – we follow. Why? Why are we like this? Perfidy means a deliberate breach of trust, or faith, treachery. Why should we be so blind to actually seek out this type of experience? And yet, so many of us do.

We do it with the stupid virus. We do it with government. We do it with UFO disclosure, we do it with our mates. We do it with the health of our bodies and our children’s bodies. We simply pass off the responsibility for thinking it through to another we have designated safe to trust. But why?

Had we actually kept track of what even our townships were doing politically, or what our own doctors believed, or anyone on social media with a platform, had we just watched how things played out with a wait-and-see attitude, we would not be in the current debacle we are all in.

This is not to mention that there are people and organizations out there who absolutely depend on this abdication, our passing off important decisions in our life to somebody else. They depend on us to be stupid about it so they can control us, and use our hard earned money for their ends – not ours. Use our loyalty to them to cover up their crimes. Use our strength of belief to keep them up and running – to siphon our energy and money to their uses instead of us using it to hold our loved ones together and safe.

Why are we so very stupid? We are useful idiots. They use our talent to their own good, not ours and they count on our tunnel vision to keep us bamboozled and too confused to see what is happening to us. We are idiots! And I know, because I am one of them. I’m trying very hard to unravel the programming that keeps me stuck in their suckiness – trying really hard, but its just one layer after another. You peel back one thing only to discover another thing underneath and it just keeps going. If anybody thinks we are at the point where we can stand up against the monetization of our beings, they are mistaken. This video interview by the Higherside Chats was the last straw, and another eye-opener. Alison McDowell | Human Capital Markets, Predatory Philanthropy, & The Gamified World

This goes far, far, far deeper than you can imagine and they already have the structure in place to monetize, not so much our bodies (that is a piece of it) but our souls. Beginning with our beloved children who’s behaviour is being monetized in a sort of betting system on how the child will develop, using computer interfacing at preschool levels to predict their future worth and then deciding how to monetize their behaviour for the rest of their lives down to what kind of prison system is needed and what kind of social service interactions will be required and what kind of medical intervention they can bank on, after they break the personality intentionally. THESE PROGRAMS ARE ALREADY IN PLACE.

DO YOU HEAR ME????? They are already trading futures in it! This is insidious and we keep encouraging them by our irresponsibility and passing off our decision making to somebody else. These programs and their intentions are all out there on the internet to read. But nobody except a genius few have the ability to put two and two together.

We are drunk on fear and confusion because of their game. We are abdicating our ability to stand up and say NO! To demand that they stop is impossible for many of us because we cannot see the wider scope of their game. And believe me, it is deeply UGLY.

Do I sound mad? Because I am.

Do I sound angry? Because I am.

This is my frustration that people wish to not see, take response-ability, (movement) on what is before their eyes.

Now the light:

Return

Today begins the true return of light to the Northern hemisphere. Longer days culminating in the polar opposite of the 21st Dec… June 21st and summer. When the plants are in full awakening and the northern hemisphere blooms into life. I love the plants. They support life on the entire planet. Every bounty and benefit we have, they supply to us.

For centuries they have supplied our warmth in winter, our protection from the elements, our comfort in clothes and materials, our foods, our drinks our best medicines, our shelter, for that matter, the largest topside plants are our trees who support everybody. They give us all shelter. They are in Service to All life on the planet. They record history, tell us of the past. We live in their beauty and bounty.

That is what I live for – summer and the sublime wonder of that hum of life. Plants were first here on this rock. Plants supported all that came after.

Now we can welcome the return of that flow of life, slowly at first-for all of it depends on the return of light. Auspiciously we may be welcoming a larger cycle of light, one that will last 20,000 years. It will begin slowly, like the return of light yearly, but inevitably it will return in the great cosmic dance, the rhythm of all things.

I will not see its fullness in this body – I will only see the nearest beginnings of the cosmic spring in the 20 or so years of life this body has left. But in her millions of years of existence, this planet has seen it happen many times.

The plants may remember, but the humans do not. The earth does. She remembers in her bones, in her waters and her minerals. The story lives there. It also lives in the mycelium, the nervous system of the earth that covers the entire planet. Probably the oldest living entity on Mother Gaia. To them, it is only a night time rest as they slumber through the dark in this location. I am hopeful because just as with the rhythm of this place the return of summer and light is inevitable, just as it will be in the greater cycle. It is my hope that we fragile lifeforms can make it through to see the light too.

Rejoice in the dance, in the movement that illumines all life. And a Merry return of the light to you all.

Morning has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Make my day…

I finally had to explain to a friend about choice. He caught the tail end of a Kerry Cassidy and Miles Johnston interview. It was about portals, spiders, and black magic and the stupid games going on now. He said that if you look at the thousands of movies and stories out there about this… I said that since 1965-Star Trek we have been inundated with this type of info. But it’s about sovereignty and choice, not a freak out. We must wake up, declare Sovereignty – Stand up and say No. But we have to awaken to do that. If we keep our heads in the sand, we will become pets – worse, slaves. It’s the Choice between sleeping slavery and autonomy.

We must awaken to the powerful souls we are, our intent and willpower, our ability to create and dream and realize that, that is exactly what is creating our reality on this rock – we are Not powerless.

I’m a pretty strong individual. I use my will and intent with awareness. Should I die all that power will be let loose. That avenging angel will be free and I will find you. I know this to be me. So, go ahead, piss me off – kill me, Make-My-Day, see what happens then…

The rest of humanity needs to know what the human body cloaks. The powerful righteousness that lives within us. This beauty and strength must awaken.

We must awaken. We really are our own Saviours. My soul, each of our souls, are ancient, powerful, divine beings, glowing with light and power. We can not afford to ignore this any longer. The eleventh hour is here. No more waiting. No more hiding. No more programming or lies. It is over. It is time to be irritated enough to smack the ankle biters off and take action. Awaken sleepers!

It is time to face those at our backs with the fire of our immortal souls burning in our eyes and say STOP! You are done! Time for you to go, leave. We are kicking you and yours out.

We would stand so tall and powerful that just our awareness would make them shrivel in the light and scurry away under the terrible glance of our full attention, righteous fury and wrath.

So, go ahead, make our day – Awaken us…

Sleepers Wake:

“Sleepers wake!” A voice astounds us, the shout of rampart-guards surrounds us: “Awake, Jerusalem, arise!” Midnight’s peace their cry has broken, their urgent summons clearly spoken: “The time has come, 0 maidens wise! Rise up and give us light…”

Philipp Nicolai

For we are our own light – our own immortal souls are the bridegroom and it is time we re-member who we are.

Aquarius

Aquarius / Let the Sunshine In

The 5th Dimension

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius
Aquarius
AquariusHarmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
Aquarius
Aquarius

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius
AquariusLet the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine inOh, let it shine, c’mon
Now everybody just sing along
Let the sun shine in
Open up your heart and let it shine on in
When you are lonely, let it shine on
Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in
And when you feel like you’ve been mistreated
And your friends turn away
Just open your heart, and shine it on in

STAND AND DELIVER

“Stand And Deliver”

Stand and deliver
You let them put the fear on you
Stand and deliver
But not a word you heard was true
But if there’s nothing you can say
There may be nothing you can do

Do you wanna be a free man
Or do you wanna be a slave?
Do you wanna be a free man
Or do you wanna be a slave?
Do you wanna wear these chains
Until you’re lying in the grave?

I don’t wanna be a pauper
And I don’t wanna be a prince
I don’t wanna be a pauper
And I don’t wanna be a prince
I just wanna do my job
Playing the blues for friends

Magna Carta, Bill of Rights
The constitution, what’s it worth?
You know they’re gonna grind us down, ah
Until it really hurts
Is this a sovereign nation
Or just a police state?
You better look out, people
Before it gets too late

You wanna be your own driver
Or keep on flogging a dead horse?
You wanna be your own driver
Or keep on flogging a dead horse?
Do you wanna make it better
Or do you wanna make it worse?

Stand and deliver
You let them put the fear on you
Slow down the river
But not a word of it was true
If there’s nothing you can say
There may be nothing you can do

Stand and deliver
Stand and deliver
Dick Turpin wore a mask too

Equipoise (equipause)

4:02 am

At 6:02 am, I will help Gaia. It is said She is ready to shift, I will add my voice to her help. 

The world is at a tipping point, poised. We have 4 days of the solstice, of pause. Of deep inner reflection. On the 25th, the daylight begins its increase. 

It is my hope that we tip into the positive so humans may have the chance to discover our best potential…

There is much promise we hold, much we can contribute. My wish is that we have the choice to discover it. We have all lived through so much darkness, most of us have come through shining with our best intensions forward.

In some ways I wonder if we made the grade, passed the test? We can’t fail in the 11th hour. We are known for pulling through, “MacIvering” it. Lets hope that talent holds true.

And if it’s true that our mother Gaia needs our support – may even the faintest Voice be heard in our chorus of support. I know she will hear us cheering for her.

It is Monday, the start of work- apropos because there is work ahead in the next 6 months.

By the summer solstice we should be well on our way to a positive future, and KNOW it.

And although speculation is rampant right now – It has already been decided. 2012 was the stroke of midnight on the vast, ancient galactic clock and we are closing in on Morning, the dawning of the light. And as sure as the sun rises, so will we. I feel it in my bones.

We made it through the long dark night and we -All of us- will eventually rise, shine and stretch our wings to a new day. It will be a glorious thing to see.

Woof

I was thinking about getting my Diesel’s toes clipped – a mani-pedi. It will happen soon, and I was wondering about whether his vaccinations were up to date – especially his rabies vaccine, because in this state, they will not touch your dog without it, and the thought hit me that we are becoming pets.

We can’t leave the house without a muzzle, and we will, it looks like, be required to be chipped and carry a tag of some sort attesting to whether our vaccines are up to date as well. If we go on a standard state supported income, we will mostly have free housing, some very small perks – treats, if you will, for good behaviour and well, the comparison stunned me for a minute while I was in the turn lane waiting for the green arrow. My mouth hung open, and I am sure the person beside me thought I was a particularly bad mouth breather. 

We love our pets, pamper them and cannot get on without them. But they have no say in what they get to eat, or even when they get to eat, when they get to go for walks and when they get to poop. They are neutered, they cannot reproduce unless we say so, and even if you have a nice house with plenty of toys for them, they are still confined.

I am sure you are seeing my point about now… and I refuse to go into the nitty gritty paralells, but there it is. 

Merry Christmas.

Woof