Glitches, Gladness, Gratitude: Yesterday’s draft post folded into this one

January 10, 2025

Oops! The paragraphs in italics that follow the first three paragraphs of this post were in draft form yesterday, but then my computer glitched and refused to go further. And then, I had our bi-weekly Community Dinner to prepare for including recruiting a young strong Marita next door to shovel the rest of the driveway for four cars if necessary, knowing that either stir-crazy, house-bound invitees would welcome the break; or else still feel frozen by cemented-in street curbs, thanks to ploughs driving down the middle of them —  so I gave up, relieved.

Then, dinner. Just six intrepid souls, a hilarious, intimate gathering around the kitchen table with chicken, green beans, quiche, crackers with cheese, guacamole and hummus, and cookies, plus a terrific bottle of Menage-A-Trois “Midnight” red wine blend. So, obviously, it turned out that I didn’t need to fret about shoveling for more parking! BTW: our tiny bonded dinner band included two people from Poland and one from Belarus! — who, once they discovered each other’s origins, greeted each other excitedly in their native tongue.

Then post-dinner, I was finally able to go online, only to discover that Bloomington is to receive up to five more inches today and tonight . . . groan . . .

So puppy Scampi and I made sure we walked early this morning.

 

From yesterday’s draft post:

I’m about ready to do three new posts, all on extremely serious matters, but today I must stop and do one more post referencing my recent walks on icy streets after the big storm that, at least on this block, dumped close to 15 inches (which then settled to 12 inches).

See this and this.

Today, four days after the storm, puppy Scampi and I were finally able to enjoy a regular 3-4 mile daily walk, with my Sagittarian stride that 40-ish neighbor Mariella constantly tells me she’s jealous of, calling it “vigorous:” “I want to grow old like YOU!”

Only one or two spots through which I had  to stomp slowly and carefully.

 

 

Okay, back to this morning:

And yeah, that second icy storm front moves in today and tonight, followed by continued freezing temps over the next two weeks. Geez! You’d think I was back in my 20-foot diameter yurt in Jackson Hole, Wyoming!

Meanwhile, one thing the new storm will be good for. Covering up Scampi’s tracks and pees and poops out in back.

 

Notice the long trail that leads to the fence behind the yurt? That’s where he flies out furiously, sails off the porch like a tiny tornado, barking like crazy, until the two, also-furiously-barking, larger dogs on the other side of the fence retreat back inside. (He hears them out there way before I do; is utterly attuned to when they are available.) All three of them love their barking game. At least three times daily, for a minute or two or three. Scampi struts back inside afterwards, as if he’s king of the jungle, having barked louder, stronger, longer, again.

They’ve never met, in the flesh. I wonder what would happen if they did.

Their game reminds me of our human games, so often furious with one another due to fences created by our screens. But when we meet in person? And actually listen to one another? Actually dare walk a mile in the Other’s shoes? To climb inside the Other emotionally?

We are all alike.

The same needs,

the same fears,

the same longing

for the Love

that fills

and fuels

the universe.

Our frozen world

melts into unity.

Which reminds me:  I noticed, on my walking peregrinations during the aftermath of the first storm, that strangers are easily approachable, very friendly and warm: it helps us bond when we realize we are all enduring the same intensely difficult experience.

Oh yeah? Compared to homeless people everywhere? Compared to war zones across the world? Compared to Los Angeles fires? Compared to my son Colin’s nerve-damaged paralysis?

EVERYTHING is relative.

Be grateful, Ann. Be grateful.

Oops! I glance outside. It’s starting to snow.

 

 

 

 

From one remote viewer: TINY, LOADED, GEOPOLITICAL TIDBITS

January 8, 2025

According to young, beautiful, and very experienced remote viewer Elizabeth April (she’s been at this for 14 years already), who claims to get her downloads from leaving her physical body to visit, as her astral body, in this case, both White Hats and the Galactic Federation, I note the following, from her video of 1/7/24, all under the heading of The Elite State Exposed:

Since EA has been warned to stay under cover, and not put her new videos on youtube, but to confine them to followers on her website, I’ve scaled down my post detailing her findings. Join her website as an “awakener”  to get the nitty gritty. Frankly, all of what she says in this video, at least at this point, feels real to me.

Okay, here goes, unfortunately without the greater context which she presents:

 

 

The Deep State has only this final climactic year, 2025, to enact it’s depopulation, total control agenda.

But, unlike the covid era, when the gigantic psy-op agenda was totally coordinated, top down, all the way through, with the same timed messaging, everywhere, this time it’s not. Instead, the deep state is in total disarray, subject to the same forces that Clif High mentions as characterizing this new year: MELEE. She does not use that term; she may not realize her synchrony with Clif High.

In other words, the massive, well-planned covid con was introduced as one of the final , top-down, centralized, hierarchical global agendas to bring in the NWO made possible while Pluto was still in Capricorn, and even so, that agenda was, in part — as we the people began to wake up to it (some of us knowing instantly that it was a psy-op) — undergoing it’s own plutonian detonation, to slowly and inexorably bring down with it all complicit hierarchical institutions, personnel, and practices of Big Ed, Big Med, Big Pharma, Big Media, Big Gov, and so on.

Indeed, thanks to the failed covid con, and Pluto in Capricorn, the word “authority” has itself lost it’s potency. I.e., Don’t you dare tell me what to do! I am an (Aquarian) sovereign individual, first and foremost!

Though she does not use that term “melee,” what EA says dovetails with Clif’s understanding, her remotely viewed  channeling/download focusing on the following items, of which she says, prior to remote viewing to receive the info, “I have a weird feeling that these things are all related, and I don’t know how.” Well, she, and we, if we dare to sign up for her website (and pay money), find out how. (Note: the nitty gritty begins at about minute 16.)

The Mysterious Fog, Plasmoids (orbs), UFO/Drones, Terrorist Attacks, and Chemtrails.

 

Two nuggets from this video:

• Two types of orbs: drone projected and real UFO.

The Black Hats have one card to play, and have decided it’s to start the final, world-destroying WAR.

(NO. Instead, her sources say, choose peace, saying “I REFUSE TO KILL ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.” )

Everything else they do is geared towards that ghastly finale, but: the war agenda is failing miserably, since nobody is in charge any more. With these drones, as with all of their other attempts, there are so many factions, that it’s like a bunch of greedy kids in the play yard, playing games and beating each other up, everybody blaming everybody else for the failure. I.E., instead of causing chaos and separation among we the people, they’ve turned it on themselves. The usual boomerang, plus melee!

Notice, BTW, how Donald Trump has been saying for years now, about the Ukraine War, “there’s just so much killing! Too much killing!” What national leader ever talked like that? I noticed it right away.

• Mysterious particulate fogs are due to heavy spraying of heavy metals from chem trails, to the point of densification!

This is the final year for chemtrails/mysterious fogs. They’re going all out, using up their heavy metal supply, and won’t be able to make any more!

 

According to her White Hat and Galactic Federation sources,

we will get through this.

This is their final card.

And already it’s not working.

 

SOLUTION: Detox heavy metal poisoning. Many ways to do this. Plus, let go of fear. Getting and and keeping frequency high makes us immune to heavy metal poisoning.

And . . .

Daily, hourly, minute by minute, practice: GRATITUDE!