“STAGED”? Examples: Trump’s bee photo, assasination attempt, Wilcock “suicide”

May 4, 2026

What is “staged,” what not? And what does “staged” imply?

Well, that the occasion was “set-up” before it actually happened; that the whole thing went according to some “script;” that there were those “in the know” and “those not.” That it matters. That it does not matter. That whatever is going on, we sure don’t know what it is, given that nothing is real anymore; or if it is, who knows what “real” means? Does it mean “3D,” i.e., in the material world? And does “staged” mean witnessed from above in a dimension larger than 3D. In which case, is everything in 3D staged, from 5D overton window??

The above questions just flowed out of my hand the way they would probably flow out of yours too, were you to ask that question about “staged.”

None of us are innocent anymore. That time has passed when we could “believe” whatever was put in front of us on screen.

Was, for example, this photo, which went immediately viral, “staged”?

Frankly, I don’t think so. As the bee might not have cooperated. Thank goodness the natural world still  nourishes our embodied souls; thank goodness, we still, if we but relax and breathe, enjoy our aliveness beneath all the confusing tomfoolery that our chronically, comically “busy bee” human mind is capable of. And always, these days, the mental goal seems to be to try to “fool” others; in order to “get the best of them.” In order to “win.”

Yuck.

Which brings me to the latest example of everybody and his uncle thinking this third assassination attempt at the Press Club event was “staged.” It sure looks like it, given that Trump immediately took advantage of the situation to declare that this is the very reason why the (currently stopped), seemingly extravagent White House ballroom addition must go through — because of security; dumbskulls! Obviously, the press event was NOT secure, or this wouldn’t have happened. Or, it would have because that was the intent; to set up a fake (staged) “assasination attempt” with one of its goals (they are usually multifaceted) to make sure that Ballroom gets built!

But then I came across a video that to me makes total sense. From a behavioral analyst whose friend was the man standing with a piece of paper between Trump and Melania when the shots were (supposedly?) fired. His friend told him that he had been doing a “mentalist” trick aimed at Caroline Leavitt, asking her to think of her new baby’s name, which he would then write down on a piece of paper and show it to her. Which is what happened.

The name? Vivian. Aliveness!

When this narrative is plugged in, then the scenario makes an entirely different kind of sense.

 

Meanwhile, speaking of staged, I find it interesting that Michael Jaco agrees with Kerry Cassidy, that the David Wilcock “suicide” was a psy-op; that he did not kill himself after a supposed drastic decline in both financial and mental health; that the four people  who claimed he did, are dead wrong. That David, like many many others who have gotten way too close to the free energy phenomenon, had to go into hiding, witness protection. Jaco also made the (to me very interesting) point that‚ because of his years as a CIA security operative, he knows that it is much less expensive to disappear people into witness protection than it is to give them security when they remain at large.

 

And one final possibly staged event: yesterday’s Kentucky Derby, when the horse that began last, ended up first, beating Renegade, the betting favorite. His name: Golden Tempo. But what are the odds? Is it possible to control the animal world that completely? 

“Those who are awake know that all sports are rigged, and these horses in the running are picked based on current events. No coincidences.” —  Paul White Gold Eagle, on twitter/X

 

Maybe. In any case, it’s better for me to stick closer to home. Yesterday,  sanity returned when I planted, on my knees with bare hands in the moist, welcoming soil, 16 tiny native pollinators. To feed the bees!

 

A LARGER PERSPECTIVE ON MY TICK TRAUMA

April 30, 2026

So, what are ticks for? Answer: they both serve as food for other species, as well as work to “cull” other species.

Including humans? Yes. Of course. Just like all embodied creatures inside this 3D world, we exist to both serve ourselves and serve others. What’s crucial is the balance between them. In the natural world, experts can denote the “health” of an ecosystem by just how balanced it is, on all levels.

When I lived in Jackson Hole, there was a time when wolves were reintroduced to nearby Yellowstone, after having been hunted nearly to extinction. The result, an astonishing “trophic cascade.”

 

Increase species diversity, and the entire ecosystem becomes more sustainable.

At least that’s what supposed to happen. And does, when nature is left alone.

The concept of ‘diversity” however, for humans, the supposed top predator, has become both narrowly framed and weaponized, thanks to DEI, which fingers the lack of it as “politically incorrect.”

Meanwhile, conspiracy theorists opine that lyme disease was deliberately introduced via ticks on Plumb Island. In that case, rather like the covid “virus,” and the jab, conspiracy theorists also opine that it was introduced to cull humans.

I tend to agree with the second theory but not the first. But who knows? I sure don’t.

Meanwhile, going with the theme of this week’s Monday through Thursday posts, today I aim to take a “birds-eye” view of the situation, and invoke my permaculture training to remember just how interwoven into the web of life are all species, both obviously alive, and supposedly dead — though I cannot help but assume that consciousness, being an infinite field, both fills and fuels the universe, flowing through everything, even so-called “dead” rocks and planets. And that includes ticks!

So I’m busy this spring, figuring out the best way to work with this seemingly unprecedented situation, wherein ticks arrived early, and are flourishing, function to both feed and cull — and to terrify the hell out of me until I come to terms with them.

I want to include both my animals in my protocol, and not banish them because I fear what they “carry.” Did put the collar on Scampi yesterday. Unfortunate. Still assuming Tiger will take care of his own body, since he’s constantly grooming himself.

Meanwhile, I continue to rub a mixture of  healing clay moistened with anti-bacterial (“nature’s penicillin”) usnea tincture on the formerly tick-embedded area behind my left knee that is still reddened, but not so angry, and not nearly as swollen, with the outlook promising. Plus, I continue to take apis mellifica homeopathic three times a day. Those two things, especially, plus of course showers at night that include my entire body.

Oh yeah, and my bottle of

arrived yesterday, thanks to Amazon Prime.

BTW: A few days ago, I noticed another reddish somewhat swollen spot under my left arm, but it has no tick embedded, and I presume will recede on its own over time.

The point is, fear, FEAR, F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) is the killer. When I fear something, my entire biological system glitches into stress. Not good!

And given that as a child, I was chronically fearful, of nuclear war, I’m frankly surprised that I’m still here, still alive in this body at 83.

Likely the protocols I adopted early on, first walking long distances, then yoga, and later chi kung and tai chi,  formalized nearly 25 years ago into “two hours of physical culture a day,” (see detailed daily health routine) ignited the correction I needed to create balance, despite my chronically overheated PTSD’ed imagination that,

let’s face it

embrace it

erase it!

F.E.A.R. will always threaten to hijack.

 

Remember, Ann.

It’s either Fear or LOVE,

either contraction or expansion.

Them’s the choices.

Period.