Frequencies – Or Why So Many are So Bent — Dispatches from the Asylum

Essential reading here!
I’ve just returned from the big city, Dallas, where I partially attended 2 conferences.  More reflections on the trip coming soon, but my biggest observation was a reminder that living in the city is already so loud, so chaotic, so hyper-sprawled for hours in every direction, that it’s no wonder if most of the folks living there can’t possibly take in any more data, even if it means saving their own lives.

Schumann resonance, which measures the electromagnetic field of planet Earth, has increased in the last two months, researchers cannot find a logical reason to explain this. According to the scientists, the Earth’s displacement is happening faster than expected. To the experts, this means that the planet is about to pass through a great moment of […]

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Project Enchantment

Classified, 15XS72
Lee Saussereaux aka Sassafras HQ9

Debrief 1
1,000 hours clinical depression produced .1 hour BUTA (Brilliant Universal Timeless Art) saving 1.5 million (random subjects) over 2.7 decades (projected) from (NID) Nihilism-Induced Disease.
Above Top Secret Classification, 3T level (mod)
Project Success: 5.9

Habituation Classification: Dump or Distance
Abnormal Players vs Enchanted Masters

3 attempted coups, 4.7 success dividend
2 in progress, projected Game sequence alert 9.7
Resource capacity 12, upgrade POt -3
Alert transfer CAP 12(3)4.5

Read, English, BFE, NP1
”They label it Depression if you don’t feel like playing The Game anymore.”

The Goal: Consistent Enchantment.  Anything short of the Goal is Abnormal.

Abnormal Players are given BATs (Behavioral Adjustment Treatments) by the Programmers.  The Programmers have reached the Goal.  The Game has very specific rules that are: Constant Change.
The Programmers are trained by : Enchanted Masters.
These specimens have reached and maintained the Pinnacle of the Game, Permanent Enchantment, over a ten year period.  They’ve been thoroughly tested and vetted.
Witness testimony: Their only emotional state is Enchantment, whether pondering a blade of grass or mass torture.  With every inhale they experience nothing but the wonder of creation.  With every exhale your favorite scent swirls through the air like the mists of Avalon.  Their eyes are star lights, their voices SUSURROUS (idol:forbiddenlocution.at.el), their laugh Vivaldi’s Spring (declassified)
Achievement: One Season Wuderland, perpertual adolescence; citizenry rest mesmerized by Magi, all levels.  Model: appropriately Enchantment-Based Behavior at all times: Observed and judged at all hours by millions of devoted citizens.

Re-enforcement programming successful at every social level.

Obviously, Enchanted Master is most coveted role in the Game.  They are chosen by the astrological calendar decades before their births.
Failure is not an option.

Notes on The Open Society. KP, KH
Full Report Follows

 

 

 

What Did You Do to the Floor?!

Grandpa had a strategy when we were growing up that I think is quite common.  When we would hurt ourselves and were crying he’d redirect our attention to something else.  For example, if we tripped and fell he’d say, “Is the chair ok?”  Or the floor, or the toy, or whatever other object was a party to the accident.

In the short-term this is a really good strategy in that it pretty much always works, short of serious injury.

But, with a bird’s eye view, I can now witness how in my (FOO) family of origin, just as in the culture at large, we’ve traded short-term successes at the cost of long-term thriving.

Now that I’m a woman, as the French say—‘of a certain age’— I understand the hidden costs of this short-term fix.  It’s taken many years and many, many hours of research and unraveling to mend this deleterious aspect of my upbringing.  Me, like all of life, is a work-in-progress.

I know some will just shake their heads thinking I’m blaming others for all my problems in life.  It’s really not about that at all.  Blame is irrelevant to me.  I seek wisdom.  And healing.  For myself, for others and for the world.

I’ll even take that one step further.  I think if Grandpa were listening to me take him to task over this from somewhere in the great beyond, he’d be proud of me for standing up to him in his past life.  Because he knows it’s for the greater good.  I truly believe the dead don’t give a flying hoot about their misdeeds once in the afterlife.  They are beyond body and therefore beyond ego.  I can’t even imagine the possibility that he’s out there somewhere still trying to be right and almighty.  I can actually hear him laughing at that idea, and he had a great laugh. 

So, here’s to you, Gramps.  These have been the long-term effects for me, which I’ve been consistently healing and re-training:  Not paying attention to my own pain before it gets severe.  Discounting my internal experiences and knowing too often.  Minimizing and bypassing physical sensations, especially danger.  Burying my intuition.  Misdirecting anger.  Having more compassion for others, and sometimes even animals and objects, than I do my own well-being.  Not asking for help or support enough.  Isolating excessively during times of deep pain.

That’s my personal list of the largely unspoken long-term effects (trauma) of gaslighting in childhood.  I’m certainly not alone in feeling the repercussions of this brand of parenting.  Even with mild levels of those raised in family circumstances where there was consistent gaslighting the offspring often end up repeating these toxic patterns in their own relationships and parenting styles.  It’s emotional and intellectual manipulation and it’s so pervasive in our culture that it’s rarely addressed.  

Until lately.

I see this changing so much now, not just in myself, but really lighting a fire in the entire culture, with vast amounts of material available online and in print to help folks recognize these techniques, heal from them, and eventually, to become such a rockstar at navigating your own reality that you’ll never get fooled again.

To me this is the most positive sign in these troubled times.  To me it means nothing less than an enlightenment of those who are strong enough, and diligent enough, to see through the gaslighters’ fog and to realize we’ve been serving dysfunctional and narcissistic individuals, institutions, and indeed an entire toxic system, of power abuse. And this must stop, in our own lives, and in the world at large.

Here are a few books I’ve found helpful.

The Human Magnet Syndrome by Ross Rosenberg

Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker

Self-Therapy by Jay Earley

The best YT channels on the topic along with Ross Rosenberg, in my opinion, so far, because the numbers are growing rapidly:

 

If psychology and self-help books and videos aren’t right for you, I’ve got another suggestion that will probably sound crazy to a lot of folks.  It did to me, before I tried it, several years ago now, on the advice of a therapist:  Learn the Tarot cards.

They’ve become like buoys in the ocean to me.

Of everything I’ve tried so far, this has been the single-most helpful for me personally.  They have the power to put you in far deeper touch with the archetypes of your own psyche and the consciousness of the world.  Not only are they engrossing and insightful, they’re pretty fun, too.  At least I think so!

Of course, as with everything, you need a really great teacher.

If you want, you can borrow mine.  🙂

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Michael Tsarion

Path of the Fool: Meanings of the Major and Minor Arcana

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The Real World

So, I was at the laundromat again on Friday learning about life.  I’m happy we’ll finally be getting our new washer this month, after a taxing but novel summer of informative observations.

I’m actually a bit thankful our last washing machine was such a complete piece of crap.  That ‘Made in America’ logo on the side should be designed with far less pride, seems to me.

People-watching at the laundromat, located in the small city nearest us, population less than 19,000, is not like people-watching somewhere like the airport or the train station, or in a big city.  There’s no bustling around, no stressed out complaining, no strained glances at watches and clocks.

I found myself thinking repeatedly, “Are these the nicest folk you could ever meet?  Or just average folk?”

Because, when watching the media—whether the news or series or movies—one is often led to believe there’s a good deal of multicultural strife in lower income environments in this country.

This last time I was the only white person there, besides the owner.  Several women were chatting away in Spanish.  One black man, Nigerian I believe, judging by his dress, car and manners, stopped what he was doing twice in order to open the door for me.  Another gentlemen, Mexican, offered me his dryer, which was still piping hot with six minutes left on the timer. I happily accepted.

A few small kids were annoying, but that’s to be expected anywhere.

I like to go to the Mexican restaurant across the street afterward.  It started off as a taqueria with a line around the building just a few years ago, and has slowly expanded into a real restaurant, a hopping hot spot that seems to have a new addition built every month.  It’s run by a very pleasant and hard-working Mexican family and is full of gringos and immigrants alike, often sitting together.

I sometimes go to the grocery store too, also in this fairly diverse neighborhood.  I see lots of friendly smiles and neighborly encounters and a generally good mood among folks.  Sometimes this is surprising, because I can see that many are quite visibly ill, and a good many more are obviously terminally unhealthy.  The line at the pharmacy counter is usually the longest one.  They’re actively promoting the flu shot at the moment.

As I wait in the checkout line, and watch, I wonder:

What if they knew our “Smart Grid Space Fence Lockdown Surveillance System Police State Mega-Regions” will be toxic hellholes of farmed humans, by design?!

Remarkably (not), the newer the immigrant the healthier they look.  I often find myself wondering, had they known the truth about this country, and not just the daily variety show of propaganda our media exports worldwide, would they still choose to come here?

If they knew the vaccines are toxic and soon to be mandatory nationwide.
If they knew medical experimentation was justified from the highest levels and Disaster Corporatism the new and accepted normal.
If they knew the government and global corporations run everything hand-in-glove, just like a mafia, and the individual is powerless against them.
Would they still covet the ‘American Dream’?

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If they saw what I see, what many of us see, actually—that we are a country at war with the world, and with nature, and presumably between classes and races, but most especially within our own minds, our own realities—would they still choose to bloody their hands and souls in our epic global messes?

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A Futile Effort to End War and the Violent Insanity of the State https://kurtnimmo.blog/2019/11/01/a-futile-effort-to-end-war-and-the-violent-insanity-of-the-state/

“I began to realize in 1970, as did millions of other eighteen-year-old American males, that the government considered me little more than a dispensable body to be kidnapped and turned into a bullet-stopping slave.”

“The Pentagon devised a new tactic. Instead of drafting middle-class kids, they made “military service” “voluntary,” in other words only the desperately poor—and those brainwashed by lies and “patriotism”—are sucked into the war machine.”

“The American people are irrevocably brainwashed. The state has distracted and divided them into mutually antagonistic groups. Instead of focusing on the US-spawned horror of forever war—Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria—and economic warfare against an ever-growing roster of nations not submitting to neoliberal economic suicide (Venezuela, North Korea, Cuba, Nicaragua), the people are distracted by celebrity pabulum, sports, television shows pushing identity and sexual politics and, recently arrived on the scene, a corrosive and vile partisan war that has since the election of Donald Trump resulted in riots, looting, violence, and death. It is now common to hear people demand the assassination of the president and the incarceration of his wife and children.”

I know a few readers who will likely protest.  “Of course they’d still come here! Look where they come from, crazy woman, there’s many dozens of shittier countries out there!”  

And you’d be absolutely right in pointing that out.

But, those countries know they’re shitty.  That’s the critical difference.  They admit it openly.  I’ve yet to meet a Nigerian who believes he comes from the greatest country on Earth.

Personally, I’d have a lot more pride in my country if we could be that authentic.  Instead of our motto claiming we are: ‘The land of the free and the home of the brave’ we could admit instead we are: ‘The land of illusions and the home of sorcerers.’

It’s the fact that we’re expected here to have pride in our shittiness that I find so unbearably insulting.

Perhaps, instead of The Star Spangled Banner as our country’s marching theme song, we could consider this one, in the spirit of authenticity?

Shades of Deception II

Scene II: Moving to the culture at large . . .

Me: “That’s abuse!”

Them: Chorus of Flying Monkeys and Power Worshipping Apologetics

Normalizing: “It’s called discipline, and we all turned out just fine.”

Reframing: “It’s an ‘Adverse Childhood Experience’.” (And there’s a drug for that.)

Repression: “I just don’t see what good it does to dwell on it. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.” (And let’s have another cocktail!)

Dissociation: “Can you believe this horrific X character on the news?!” (X=but is not limited to: Jeffrey Epstein, Jimmy Savile, Harvey Weinstein, Charles Manson, and I won’t bore y’all with even a partial list, cause it goes on . . . And bloody on, and on.)

http://dauntlessdialogue.com/systemic-pedophilia-part-3/ 

http://dauntlessdialogue.com/evidence-of-the-mass-arrests-of-pedophiles-a-master-list/

Spanking, the gateway to control through violence. Just discipline. Fine and natural.

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Yes, clearly, they did the best they could. And still are.

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Right?

 

 

 

 

Shades of Deception

A True Story

Me: “That’s abuse!”

Them: Chorus of Excuses

Denial— “Things were different back then.”

Gaslighting— “Everyone else in the family remembers it differently, did you ever consider you might be wrong?”

Redirection— “Uncle X had it much worse.”

Minimizing— “That’s really not a big deal. I know kids who are beaten daily by their drunken parents.”

Spiritual Bypassing— “He had a hard time showing his affection. He had a quirky personality, but he loved you.”

General Tone & Theme: Just move on. It’s narcissistic to dwell in the past when no one else wants to. You’re making the family uncomfortable.

Me: “The erasure of the abuse is worse than the abuse.”