social engineering – Page 16

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. 😉

Let Go of the Rope!

My maternal grandfather taught me to waterski. These are my best-worst memories of our relationship. They began when I was 6, with special water skis for kids. I remember he used to sing a song while he bathed in that lake about ‘the soap that floats’, Ivory, the only soap he used. “If you don’t use it you’re a dope.”

He used to stock-pile toilet paper too. He’d scan the sales and drive miles out of his way to find well-priced toilet paper. He said during the Great Depression his mother used to ration his squares as a child, an affront that clearly stayed with him until death.

When I went to volunteer in the Czech Republic with the Peace Corps, he made sure in my Care Packages, sent by boat back then, of course, included toilet paper. I cherished those packages. The toilet paper was way better, but it was more that he had proved himself right that really mattered. I’d shrugged him off, learned the ‘hard way’ as they say, wiped with something resembling tree bark, or, with my hand while ‘in Rome’ and realized toilet paper did really matter.

But, bidets are better. I never did get a chance to mention that to him.

Anyway, the moral of this story is about the rope. I was 6, learning to waterski on child-sized skis, from a man who thought the best way to teach me to swim was to throw me in the water without a ring or a life preserver of any variety.

Usually my awkward suffering made him laugh. If it made me even extra hot and bothered to be laughed at, he laughed harder.

My first attempt at waterskiing though, he got everyone laughing. Like I said, I was 6, on special skis made for children. He coached me, and well, he really did. He gave me some expert advice which I will never forget, he said, “Imagine yourself up.” And I did. And it worked! I was up, it worked, I imagined myself up and I was up, he was brilliant!

And then I was down. Down HARD. Skis still trailing, hanging on to the rope, expecting, somehow, I guess, who’s to know, that somehow I’d get those skis back under me again from that death-defying position?!

Choking on water. Nearly drowning, hanging on for dear life. And far away, from this crazy craft directing me, and these crazy folk telling me what to do, mostly wrong for the moment, I heard, a Very distant, “Let go of the rope! Let go of the rope! Let go of the rope!”

And finally, I did.

And I went to my Grandmother there in her lounge chair on the banks, and in my 6 year old furry, coughing up lake water, choking, but still managing to belt out to her: “YOU said this would be FUN!”

And she laughed. The woman who never water-skied in her life. She tried to hide her laughter, but it just muffled under her faux-concern for my just-released from real torture stature, but I saw it, inside, she was laughing.

It’s a buoy now though, as it wasn’t then, because they taught me more about the world in that 20 minutes than anyone ever has before, or since.

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.

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 . . .

Bubba does not respect their Authorité!

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

BCA544F5-0F76-42DF-8B52-9E6B283065FF — 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!”

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! 🙂

R U OK?

R U OK?

This question was emblazoned on a bright yellow t-shirt with a smiley face, gifted from Hubby’s place of employment several years ago. It’s been the butt of jokes ever since.

Folks can’t even talk to their own loved ones about how they’re really feeling, but the wise guys in Human Resources imagine a worker will feel motivated to show and tell thanks to a cheesy slogan on a free t-shirt. That’s a special brand of marketing brilliance right there.

I suppose there’s more than a few veterans who feel this way, too—they need to communicate how they’re feeling as a form of psychic hygiene—yet when they do there’s a half a dozen ‘highly-trained’ shrinks taking notes and filling the next DSM with their dysfunctional honesty and using their confessions to prescribe a list of solutions based entirely on poppycock.

Happy. Sad. Angry. Bored. Afraid. Please to check appropriate box. That’s become, please to choose appropriate emoji.

But, How are you really feeling? These times are being prescribed as the days that try men’s souls—so I am asking out of sincere caring—how are you really feeling? I suspect you don’t even have sufficient words to describe it, since feelings came long before words, which is why man had to invent art. And then reduce it to emojis.

Did you ever consider that love and fear are both feelings of petrification? They are emotions of freezing in time and space. They serve to protect the species through seduction. In love we long for time to stand still, yet it races. In our memory or recollection it takes hours to sift through minutes. As in fear time seems to stand still, an agonizing splitting into nanoseconds.

657E28BB-373D-4CD8-8F06-1B6406E6124A — Can’t tell the forest for the trees?

Where were you when JFK was shot? Who told you about 9/11? What were you doing when the hurricane hit? Why didn’t you evacuate/shelter in place/donate/volunteer/follow orders/surrender your weapon/buy ammo/plant a garden . . .??

How are you really feeling? Does it fit in the box?

9979F87F-4448-42DE-B05C-4CA2DEE9FF0D — Mama Chop says don’t be shy!

Fear, like love, are the static aspects of feelings that are meant to cause actions—those of survival—run for your life, or care for another’s.

Does fear, or love, inspire you to action? Why, or, why not?

EB0CA02B-0932-4CB7-8F38-1C9665EB445A — Handsome lads on dogwood petals

Please feel free to reply at length in space below. True empathic response to follow.

86CCB9D1-1C66-496D-AC28-84B582EA580D — Channel your fear, says Buttercup!

Tyranny or Freewill

I know they mean well, but the podcasters and bloggers and various other ‘social influencers’ who at the moment are espousing some variant of “make the best of it” really just don’t get it. Don’t think of it as quarantine. Click past the media hype and overcome the social distancing, they say, through ‘personal growth’ work.

Such utter nonsense. Use this as an opportunity to take up a new hobby, they repeat, learn something new, organize your closets, take an online class, and loads of other banal advice that demonstrate unequivocally how disconnected they really are from the core of the issue. Throw someone into solitary confinement and then insist he’ll be a better person for it. Adversity builds character, right? Occasionally it does, but more often, it does not.

Stop thinking, and start feeling, I’d advise them, if they were listening to me. It’s a very different beast to choose isolation than to have it forced upon you. It feels different, because it is like the exact polar opposite.

We were avid travelers, Hubby and I, before and after we met. Being forced to evacuate, twice, was absolutely nothing like the feeling of choosing one’s own time and place of adventure. That I was somehow expected to smash these bipolar feelings together was actually really offensive. I got that advice constantly, too. Think of it as an opportunity, I heard from everyone who claimed they cared. Go volunteer. Be the bigger person. You’re not really homeless. Show them what you’re made of. Seriously? And you label this empathy? Give me a break, pronto, please! The perfect opportunity presenting itself to me then was, and still is, to drop those self-righteous idiots like hot potatoes.

It’s very different believing something intellectually, taking steps toward verifying that belief in order to quantify it as knowing, and the spin cycle that’s required for the Positivity Virus to see every insane challenge as an opportunity. Don’t panic. Get resilient. Don’t fret over your lost job. Don’t contemplate the doom of mandatory vaccinations or the gloom of martial law. No pain no gain. Think of it as a character-builder. Rise to the Occassion. Raise your vibration. Find the silver lining. Dig deep. Help others. Why? Because we say so. Because that’s what it means to be a good person. So, the slave class abides.

If you ask, but, how do you know this? I did ‘the work’ they reply. The Work. The Great Work. That means, They know. They got to choose it, or at least, not to choose it. Now they insist everyone become as enlighten and evolved and woke, by saving your friends and community from your fatal invisible germs. Good for you, good for them, good for all.

When the so-called free-thinkers start to cooperate with the government mandates, and insist you do to, it might be the right time to unsub.

Personal growth work, by force. The beatings will continue until moral improves. Personal growth work, through shaming tactics. Become a better team player through home quarantine. We couldn’t get you to evolve yourself to fit our agenda in the easy way, so really, it was your choice. We’ve been trying to breed and mold the ideal global hive for a century, we’re nearly there, there’s just a few million more pesky free-thinkers we need to convert, that is, convince. Everything we do is for your own good.

I told that to my bees today when I went to inspect their colonies. I said, “Hi my bees! I’m from the government and I’m here to help!”

They were not convinced. One colony actually crafted themselves a very unconventional upside-down foyer, apparently because they called mutiny on my restricted access portal. The brazen nerve of them! I told them they would get robbed mercilessly with this approach. They did not abide! And they were robbed mercilessly, just as I’d predicted.

Now those frightful rebels have created a super strong colony by virtue of fighting off all those thieves. They’re like ninja warrior bees!

How dare they successfully trump my sub-par, ignorant efforts at micro-management!

A quick look at their valiant efforts, please excuse my poor video skills!

Take Control of Your Soul

“Don’t let them take your mind, man.” Conspiracy Music Guru (aka Flat Earth Man)

That tablet, that TV, that hand-held radiation device. Put it down. Take a walk. Let me try to inspire that action.

Texas squaw weed, the bees like it, stop mowing it and spraying it with poison, please.

This sh*t, my greatest garden/forest nemesis, I pull it, smash it, dig it up, even spray it, with sadistic pleasure. Luckily, sheep and goats love it, so soon it will go from invasive weapon of torture to practically eradicated effortlessly on this wee homestead.

F6413DA8-7346-4DC2-B8D5-A5D4B981343B — Poison ivy, run for your life!

Don’t let them take your mind. You think Flat Earth theory is weird? What about that which you are living right now, seem weird at all? Natural? Normal? Do you like the world you’re co-creating all around you?

There’s another world. There’s another way. It doesn’t have to be like this. Trade your prison walls for a glimpse of what’s really REAL.

EA1E612A-ADEC-4AF4-AA78-7EA95AF9E35A — Serviceberry, Juneberry, Amalanchier arborosa, ‘discovered’ on our property for the first time, always something new!

Pretend for one hour the earth is flat, right beneath your feet, the screen is an illusion, cyberspace is just that, space. Walk on the flat earth under your feet and feel what life on a flat earth feels like, just for an hour, just because, really, what else of consequence are you really doing right now?

F752208D-5D30-4D03-9C30-392F71F4016E — Vetch, another spring-blooming so-called ‘nuisance’ weed the bees like, but the farmers don’t.

Mullein makes great toilet paper, fyi. Try shopping your local forest. 😉

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