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Education’s Agenda Pushers

The Machiavellian tactic of working both sides against the middle, coupled with the old Chinese adage ‘if you want to defeat your enemy, raise their children’ are at work in lock-step today on the global stage like a well-groomed chorus line.

Hundreds of thousands of average individuals around the world, like me, like those I link every week, like Terry in Ireland, who are around the world trying to push back against these obvious agendas, like the Climate Change hoax, but these technocrats have the whole wide world in their hands.

The new normal, from Terry’s site.

Terry: “This website is intended to bring public awareness to the ongoing and decades in development global climate engineering operations which have long since rendered natural weather a thing of the distant past. Every day around the world there are dozens of companies conducting hundreds of weather modification programs and altering global weather patterns, yet the vast majority of the general public have no idea such Godlike capabilities even exist. Methods being used range from conventional cloud seeding to advanced EMF and Laser cloud creation technologies. This is the commercial side of climate engineering, there is then the clandestine side of global operations.” Climate change agenda.com

http://153news.net/watch_video.php?v=4A673KBOHA72

The scoundrels display themselves and their nefarious generations-long plots right out in the light of day for anyone to see, that’s how confident they are that no one will, or can, stop them now. Not just mass weather warfare, open eugenics, GMO babies, mass surveillance, mandatory vaccines (which is a precursor to sanctioned genocide), accepted fake science deployed to advance political agendas (by Jon Rappoport).

http://www.alt-market.com/index.php/articles/3998-the-globalists-are-openly-admitting-to-their-population-control-agenda-and-thats-a-bad-sign

https://www.technocracy.news/private-consortium-launches-smart-region-to-slam-smart-city-tech/

https://www.technocracy.news/genetically-engineered-babies-only-two-years-away/

And the public thirst for lies proves unquenchable! Get them young and dumb, throw in some fake outrage at adolescence, keep them pumping on the hamster wheel of earning and spending for decades, distract them continuously with sports and entertainment and political theatre, then a couple bankruptcy-worthy illnesses and/or weather catastrophes, and voilà, fail-proof road to world domination.

Wouldn’t you know it, my alma-mater is a driving force in the technocratic delusion. That’s just embarrassing.

“Michael Crow is a consummate Technocrat who has created a new kind of educational experience at ASU, one that is measured by its social impact rather than traditional statistics like awards or intellectual rigor.”

Is there any remedy at this late stage of sociopolitical cancer? I can’t say, but it seems if so, individual empowerment and action is where we’ve got lots of room for improvement.

“The ruling class fully understands that the only way to control people, and to finally control the world, is to stifle individual excellence by creating a society that refuses to think. This has been accomplished through planned conflict, the instilling of fear, the total control of education by the puppet state, by building dependence through public welfare, and by dominating most all positions of power in a myriad of state, corporate, and important intellectual appointments.”

https://www.lewrockwell.com/2019/11/gary-d-barnett/the-elite-controllers-fear-the-individual-and-individual-intelligence/

Just, Fiction.

I met this Persian man at the laundromat. The first thing I thought was, “Persia is still a country?” Obviously I didn’t say that out loud, it became a mental note to self: “Google Persia.”

Instead I replied, “Oh, nice, what brings you to (redacted)? Big smile. I’m really good at that. Loads of training. I use to have nicer teeth, but I refuse to bleach them now. Have you read that ingredients list? Yes, they work, I know. But I’d rather just stop smiling so damn much.

2nd note to self: “Journal, what the hell is there to be smiling about so much anyway?” Next thought: “I hope I get to talk to him about chemtrails.”

We got to chatting, of course, I can strike up a conversation with just about anyone, even cranky men on the airplane who just want to nap.

Something I said set him off on a tangent, that’s usually how it works.

I can’t be certain what it was exactly, I think it was “spontaneous.” I was telling him how I’d just come back from two conferences in Dallas (I did not tell him of what kind) and my entire purpose at both was to be spontaneous. I had set that intention.

And off he went.

He talked through my entire wash cycle about “Persia,” but mostly about his wife. She hates America, refuses to come when he visits. He didn’t mention why he visits.

I nodded and smiled and eventually rolled my clean wet clothes to the dryers. I was distracted by the thought of it feeling odd throwing mine and Hubby’s skivvies in the dryer while he watched and chatted away.

Then a question blurted out, I could tell from the rise in tone, and I had to redirect my attention quickly in order to catch only: “. . . daughter’s roof replaced?”

“You mean the ‘tornado’?” I made sure to use physical air quotes in the form of my two fingers motioning most emphatically when I said that, I always do. You never know when just that gesture might plant a seed in just the right season with just the right person.

“Yes I do!”

When I turned to face him he had a big smile which made me grimace. I made the full “oh my God, don’t get me started” face, in slow motion, to make sure he caught it.

And then I went on my tirade. About all the downed trees, upturned from the roots, just like that, hardwoods too, plenty of ‘em. And how I was there, alone, and woke up to a disaster zone like something out of a Hollywood movie, with trees and debris strewn across everywhere, inches from every window, an overturned beehive, fences down that just went up, and on and on I went, through the entire dryer cycle. I never even got started on the damned weather modification.

I was folding before I finally took a breath and said, “Oh, sorry, how I do go on!” Sheepish smile, shrug, “Thanks for listening!” 🙂

He looked at me very seriously and said: “Well, it has been my pleasure, dear, I feel quite enlightened by you!”

“You do?”

“Why yes, I do! Here it is. The gods just noticed you, and let you live! Relatively unscathed! You, and my daughter, are among the most blessed women alive! And what do you do with such blessings from gods, you complain to every stranger who listens for six whole months? Right?! You do this, too, right?!”

And then he smiled, so I smiled. And he started to laugh, so I started to laugh, and he continued.

“Thank you! Now I see why my wife won’t come with me to visit in America!”

grey bird in close up photography — Photo by Markus Distelrath on Pexels.com

Planned Obsolescence Rockefeller Style

Not just doomed to fail, but designed, then built, expressly to fail.

SMART cities are Agenda 21/2030 cities, NLP (neuro-linguistic programming) buzzwords include: “sustainable,” “resilient,” “connected,” “hi-tech” — as cool and cosmopolitan as the marketers try to make them sound, the reality is the polar opposite. These cities are death traps and the Globalists want it that way.

Common sense question: If ‘resilience’ were really the goal, why continue to rebuild, incessantly, in places like Houston and New Orleans, and other fire-prone areas, or flood and hurricane prone areas?

I’ve never called myself a ‘doomsdayer’ among the many things I call myself, but I think I might start.

It’s clear to see the Globalists’ get-rich-forever plan is alive and thriving after my recent trip to Dallas. Of course, I’ve seen changes in our rural area as well, but it’s more nuanced: road construction, new fancy schools, increased consumerism, a noticeable influx of immigration in the surrounding small cities.

But Dallas, whoa! From here on the wee homestead to there, as to Houston, or Austin, is as big a contrast as most any three-hour tours could take you today, I imagine.

A7EBDC29-F284-421C-954C-441224CA5BCA — http://www.america2050.org/texas_triangle.html

I traveled alone, which I like to do, even though it often feels weird and lonely.

“Weird” was a theme, considering one of my destinations was the Flat Earth conference. Owen Benjamin was the comic crowd pleaser, me excluded. He tenderly refers to the conference as “The Island of Misfit Toys.”

Then from Flat Earth to Ancestral Earth, for the Wise Traditions conference, coincidentally just 20 minutes away.

Coincidence, or synchronicity, was another theme. More on that later, maybe.

For the moment though, here’s why I now have no doubt these SMART cities are for corralling human livestock for future culling. The most basic logic, based on clear data that anyone could see, if they would just look.

Weather modification exists. It’s not being used for the benefit of the populace. The cities do not have their own food sources. They rely on electricity to function already and will become even more vulnerable with IOT (Internet of Things) and the 5G grid.

Both weather modification and 5G rely on altering the atmosphere through manipulation of frequencies, so as these systems attempt to co-exist in densely populated areas, we are in dangerous and uncharted territory. Many claim, lethal territory.

Because I met several awesome folks at each conference, I thought maybe, hopefully, they might look me up, and be reading now, and wondering if I have any quick bird’s eye perspective on my takeaway from each event.

Of course I do.

Of Flat Earth: The map is not the territory.
Of Wise Traditions: Look up.

Of Strategy, for us all: Know the enemy, know thyself.

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 […]

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

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. 🙂

Michael Tsarion

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

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’?

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?

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?