The NEW New World Order

I don’t suppose any conspiracy theorist will ever get an apology from any of the many for all their eye rolls and insults and blind bobbleheads promoting every lie and agenda of their corporate and government masters.

Instead, they’ll sign right on for whatever old bullshit that smells new again.  Lucky for us, the United Nations continues to make that very easy for them.

The UN loves us all so very much, they propose we end capitalism to make way for, drum roll please . . .

Happytalism!  Yippie!

Happytalism is a new economic paradigm which places happiness, well-being, and freedom at the center of human development models, systems, and all life.

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The United Nations International Day of Happiness (UNIDOHappiness) recognizes happiness as a fundamental human right and goal, and is celebrated every March 20, forever.

UN Global Goals

Advancing a new economic paradigm of happytalism for humanity means mobilizing $30 trillion toward achieving the 17 UN Global Goals, 169 targets by 2030.

models, systems, and all life.

UNIDOHappiness

The United Nations International Day of Happiness (UNIDOHappiness) recognizes happiness as a fundamental human right and goal, and is celebrated every March 20, forever.

UN Global Goals

Advancing a new economic paradigm of happytalism for humanity means mobilizing $30 trillion toward achieving the 17 UN Global Goals, 169 targets by 2030.

Happiness is a fundamental right, and the UN is going to provide it for the world.  Don’t you feel special?  Just be happy, no matter what!

Health Impact News, thanks for some real reporting.

The UN “New World Order” Has Now Been Published: No Longer a “Conspiracy Theory”

I bet ‘contact tracing’ is part of their happiness regimen.  As well as global mandatory vaccines they’ll call ‘optional’ but you won’t be able to work, shop, travel without them.

But while you’re home you can be entertained with mind-numbing garbage, and remain eternally happy.

Crowd the Bubble

Handy Hubby claims he’s becoming a social distancing bully.

I think he’s becoming a perfect disciple of civil disobedience and further honing his already natural aptitudes in that essential discipline. He complied with Costco’s face mask dumbass police-y, but at least he makes it expensive for the collective in so doing.

The corporations will only respond to strong collective action, strong collective action can only be flamed by the torch of the strong individual.

So, of his own accord, he chose to crowd the bubble. He wore the mask, because we have a fetish for bulk shopping, and I hate shopping. He took another one for the team.

He just made a few of his own rules along the way.  Like, once a shopper’s indecision caused him a moment’s annoyance, he broached the six-foot distancing zone, causing enough discomfort for the shopper to stop hemming and hawing and make a choice already, so he could move in for his kill.

I’ve already mentioned in many posts he’s nearly an expert marksman. He shops the same way he shoots, which was the same way he seduced me—move in quietly, have a concise agenda, work fast, take no prisoners.

As further recrimination, he repeatedly pulled down his mask.  Why would he pull such a stunt?  Oh, just because he couldn’t breath.  Well, I guess breathing is considered the entire reason for social distancing these days, so mark that another winner!

For my part, I slowly, oh so slowly, basked in the empty aisles of my favorite antique store, touching everything of even remote interest.  I filed longingly through several old books and bought a few, with cash.  Then I put another few items on credit card, and watched as the clerk, who knows me now, because she knows I love it there, use hand sanitizer.  I said, “You know, I know you’re following police-y, but that stuff is not good for you.”  She confided, I know, I’m just trying to be cautious and accommodating.  I said, with a wink, refill the bottle with lavender-scented water and aloe vera gel , no one will suspect a thing.

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Recently, one of Hubby’s passengers was tested positive for the cornholio, now he’s lying in the hammock drinking beer for breakfast. This is what quarantine looks like here at Chez Shell, aka Kensho Homestead.

Thanks Corporatocracy! Greatest Apocalypse Ever!

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I will end here and now blessed with a river of knowing in this song, passed along through the hands of one receptive woman, and in deep bows to those who are waving along the banks as I flow, have inspired me, challenged me, caused me the pain and chaos that sparks my flame, as an individual, passing, in wisdom.

And occasionally, with great and aching discernment, even very selective gratitude.

Twilight Zone Episode 19-Cov-ID

It was a small town, deep in the Piney Woods. There was the usual traffic.  Every drive-thru food establishment had lines around the corner, mostly with $60,000 pick-up trucks.

The grocery store shelves were full.  Signs everywhere boasted reasonable prices  : $6.99/beef tenderloin
$1.99/rack of pork ribs
$.69/pound chicken quarters
$2.29/dozen eggs

Yet, new employees emerge wearing bright vests emblazoned with a new title:  ‘Social Monitor’.   Vaccines are promised at lightening speed.

In the dinosaur media, new lingo and new rules fill the crevices that fact-banning once carved out: social distancing, home quarantine, face masks, flatten the curve, global lockdown, hotspots, crowd restrictions, contact tracing.

In the alternative media, looming threats of food shortages, mass starvation, accusations of vast conspiracies spin through a dark web of shills and trolls.  Scapegoats are threatened and delivered.  Crisis actors mingle with confused arm-chair detectives while artificial intelligence collects all the Big Data of the Virtual One World Takeover.

It was a pandemic.  It was a Plandemic.  It was the fog of war, against a virus.  Welcome . . .

Actor Forrest Compton of Twilight Zone fame dead of Corona virus at 94.

 

 

Do we really create our own problems?

It’s all how you look at it.  Every challenge is an opportunity.  You reap what you sow. That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  It’s a spiritual battle.  Staying positive is essential.  Crisis is a gift.

I’m glad to know a precious few who find these platitudes repulsive.  Most of the folks who repeat them call themselves good Christians or Course of Miracles brand New Agers.

Well, but, you have to make the best of it, right! What else can you do?  That’s called Enlightenment these days, by the way.  I guess I used to be quite Enlightened, but now I’m terribly Embittered.

That boy born with one eye is actually lucky because he got to develop his ‘cosmic sense’.  Same with that boy whose doctor gave him a vaccine that gave him polio—having only one leg is a true growth opportunity.  Autism’s just another word for special.

It’s like the Cat Stevens song I used to teach my English as a foreign language students for a fun lesson of translating lyrics—Moonshadow—“If I ever lose my legs, I won’t cry and I won’t beg.”  (Great for teaching vocabulary.  Maybe not so great for living actual life.)

No, of course not, who needs legs, because, then you’ll sing, right?  You’ve still got your vocal cords, maybe that, along with one hand, and you can start a revolution from your bed.  Who needs to eat really, either?  You know there are spiritual masters who live in caves for years without eating.

Really? Good for them!

Honestly those repeating such nonsense to someone who would’ve really just lost their legs need to ask themselves who they are helping—because I’d bet the ranch they do it to make themselves feel more comfortable when confronted with another’s tragedy.  Don’t worry, be happy!  Because you’re just simply a dull jackass when you’re not.

Getting canned means you can follow your dream career now.  Wearing a mask means you’re saving the elderly and the children, don’t you feel heroic.  Just keep pushing the boulder up that mountain, and when it comes back down, do it again.  You’ll get used to it, we promise.

You think you know something about life? About pain? About darkness? You who sit comfie on your cushion and traveled India on a trust fund?  Did you have to skip a meal one day, oh so sorry, that must’ve been so tough.  Do you fast, by choice? Was that divorce difficult? You poor dear, but now you’re so woke, so it was worth it, right?

Spin. Spin. Spin.  To all those wanna-be alchemists and magicians chomping at the bit out there, that’s not transmutation, just fyi, that’s sugar-coating.  But don’t worry, you’ll eventually figure that out, because as soon as you experience actual, real-life, pain and suffering, those platitudes and fake attitudes will make you nauseated, finally.  Or at least I hope.

Let me tell you a smidgeon of actual truth, for every one person who manages to make and sell their lemonade crafted from chaos, there are dozens more who don’t. You’re welcome.

But still, tell the controllers, thank you.  Repeat, three times daily ‘Thank you sir, may I have another?’

Follow with seven times ‘Mantra of Slave Class’—A.A.S.S—Adapt, Adopt, Serve, Smile. And Love it! Big smiles!

Until we say, “No Smiles!” About Face. Adopt Mask.

In fact, there’s no easy path for the truly righteous few.  You’ve got to get your hands dirty.  You’ve got to discard the cushions and rainbows and unicorns and silver linings.

Now, with all that proper bitchiness said, here’s the real rub.  I think James True is spot on—This is the Greatest Apocalypse Ever! 

More on that in the next far more pleasant post. 😉

Another Swarm!

We must thank our lucky stars once again.  Last post we caught our first swarm right in the garden, and if that wasn’t easy enough, this one flew right into our trap, as if guided by the Divine!

Positioned high in a pine tree with lovely views of open pasture, lightly seasoned with a few drops of lemon grass essential oil, move-in ready with two frames of fully drawn comb, and violà, our first volunteer tenants.

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Apparently they were not privy to any shelter-in-place sort of order.

Guess who else is not abiding by the social distancing commands from their government . . .

And these crazy rebels, well, it’s just shocking how little they care . . .

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Bubba does not respect their Authorité!

Buttercup doesn’t know what psy-op even means!  Whaaaa?!?

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That is not 6 feet, re-education camp for you!

Last night Tori came to me in a dream and stated matter-of-factly, “I’ll take ‘em all down, easy-peasy, just lemme at ‘em!”

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And I replied, “No, each must choose for himself, otherwise we just get more tyranny.”

“LORD Technology is Saturn Worship. It’s the religion of slavery and narcissism. All academia, governments, and courts are Saturn worship. Christ is real. But people are worshiping a human sacrifice. He was the Passover Lamb. To give him your prana is to feed it to the owners of the ritual. The True Cross, or Christ, is a spiritual astringent – the most crucial archetype you can have to survive Saturnism. Christianity is a government trauma cult made by Saturnalians to keep you docile, meek, egoless, and dumb. The Bible was a relic of LORD Technology written to gaslight you. The book sucks all of your cosmology about God into the black hole of scripture. It’s a vacuum where your creativity and prana are sucked into deep space where it can do nothing forever.

I hope this clears things up. After all – this is the Apocolypse.”  James True

 

COVID19 Rational Voices

I’ve been following the news about COVID19, but had convinced myself there’s nothing of value I could add to the already very thoroughly contradicting information.  I thought, why fan the flames of an already confusing issue when I’m not a doctor, or a journalist, or a politician, or really any expert of any kind with any relevant opinion.

Then I remembered, oh wait, I’m still a U.S. citizen.  Rural East Texas doesn’t look or act much differently than it did a month ago.  On the wee homestead, if we went without media, and being that Handy Hubby is still on vacation, we’d hardly notice anything was happening at all.  Yet, our life and livelihood are still very connected to how this ‘plandemic’—as the alternative circles are calling it—plays out in the public mind and on the public stage.

So, what I can do is share some very credible data the mainstream media would never cover, because spreading fear and chaos is their bread and butter.

Here are some far more rational voices I hope will get well-circulated in order to bring some balance and stability to the global plandemic hype.

BIO-WARFARE: Duff – ‘COVID 19 was a US Army Bio-Weapons Project to Manufacture a Pneumonia Causing Disease’ | RIELPOLITIK

COVER-UP: ‘Anthroposophy’, Rudolf Steiner’s Unique Take on the Connection Between 5G & Viruses | RIELPOLITIK

Planetary Hysteria: Manufactured COVID-19 “Health Crisis” Pushes Humanity, Global Society to Total Shutdown – Global ResearchGlobal Research – Centre for Research on Globalization

German specialist (with subtitles)

Excellent presentation with Dr. Kaufman on Covid19, followed by panel discussion. Very approachable for layman.

 

An editorial from James Corbett, with his usual wit (requires registration to read in entirety).  “That’s why it’s so vitally important for us to speak out about our concerns before these socially-policed thoughtcrime become literal crimes. As I’m sure you know, if these new social norms are not confronted, voicing dissent will soon become impossible.

So, allow me to voice some thoughtcrimes of my own. But be forewarned: I assure you that you will find at least some of my ideas to be offensive. You will disagree with them strongly. You will become irate.”

The Things You CANNOT Say About Coronavirus : The Corbett Report

And, as a special bonus, a ‘making the best of it’ vid, of the variety I just criticized in this post, except it’s good, and makes me rethink my position somewhat. 😉

Happy researching! 🙂

 

 

 

The Toxic Feminine II: Shape-Shifting

Love-bombing expert Marianne Williamson has come out in support of Bernie Sanders, jolly good, we here on the wee homestead hope he makes the selection ritual, but for differing reasons.  Not the topic today though.

To stay on the subject of toxic femininity, as in this previous post, among others: The Toxic Feminine: Perception Management

If we consider which characteristics would be considered masculine and which feminine, shape-shifting might be one that isn’t immediately apparent.  I’d say it’s definitely feminine, because in the masculine archetypes the force is overt, whereas shape-shifting, like the chameleon, the Tartuffe even, is a manifestation of mostly covert manipulation.

It really doesn’t matter anyway, as the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.  Sometimes, as in, the actual modern-day Club of Rome, the think tank, to which I’m pretty sure Marianne Williamson and the bulk of her cohorts are card-carrying members.

Instead of staying in the superficial layer of gamers’ tomfoolery, let’s focus on the tactics of lifetime actors, be they politicians, or other run-of-the-mill fraudster-types, so that maybe future generations can be spared their incessant manipulations.  Dare to dream!

Marianne Williamson is the perfect divide and conquer spin doctor to attempt to bridge the gap between American politics and New Age ‘feminine power’ in our day, I’d say.

Just because she promotes love and peace one thinks she’s so much different from Trump, but they share something very special in common—an astronomical capacity for bullshit.

When in Texas Williamson is touting the memorable upbringing she had as a Texas native reciting the pledge of allegiance with her hand across her heart in grammar school—oh such a precious image.

When in California and DC she’s touting the importance of strict gun restrictions.  One minute she says the vaccine mandates are draconian, the next minute she denies it and changes the subject.

Remind you of anyone, lately?

In this recent clip she’s clearly pandering to the ‘less fortunate’ of our society, yet directly comparing them to wealthy women of leisure lobbying for suffrage a century ago.

”It’s our turn now!” She claims.  Ours?  Another rich Globalist white woman desperately trying to identify with folks she’d never invite home to dinner.

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But they are actors, folks, what used to be a degrading profession and before professions existed was called shape-shifting, probably when we first started to comprehend as a species what dissociation, aka self-evacuation, actually looks like in the flesh.

It looks actually like lost in the crowd on purpose, surrounded and drowned in the collective, the end of Self as we know it. 

Welcome, to the machine, by hook or by crook, that is, through fear and intimidation, or through love and manipulation, you will become One.  

All roads lead to Rome.