Squirreling Up to Fateful Election . . .

November 4, 2024

Note: I’m now a few weeks into my self-prescribed screen fast; just took two whole days off from screens Saturday and Sunday, from 7 AM to 7 PM. So no posts for those two days. Nighttime screen addiction, however, still rules. I fall asleep by listening to podcasts, but have to find the one I want, first, and that takes a few minutes on my ipad screen . . . Goal is still to go screen-less 48 hours in a row, Saturday 7 AM until Monday 7 AM. But at this point, I need to watch my tendency to become obsessed with the goal, and feel guilty if I don’t . . . confessions of a recovering Catholic.

 

I’ll have more to say about this latest life experiment later; just as with intermittent fasting (18/6), I like the fact that it involves decentralizing down to the locality of my own body/mind/soul/spirit, at least during those treasured times.

Otherwise, yeah baby, for me it’s full screen steam ahead, total global entrainment with all the fractious factions vying for total control.

Ye gods, how do we humans stand ourselves?

No wonder there are so many many wonderful places on X/twitter that feature the world of animals! Let us learn to be, with each other, like most of us are with our animals! Animals are shown caring for each other there, even cross-species!

 

That silly? awful squirrel murder just proved my point. And made worse by the fact that the Karen “who “turned in” the sweet man in New York who had rescued the motherless squirrel lived in Texas! WHAT? I, for one, mistakenly assumed that it must have been a nearby neighbor annoyed by the squirrel’s twittering noises.

So here we are. . .

Here’s bad cattitude’s infuriated substack post.

GETTING SQUIRRELY

Here’s James Woods, equally infuriated.

Interesting timing, the squirrel dust-up. If that’s the only false flag(?) distraction to deflect us from tomorrow’s utterly fateful election, I’d be both extremely surprised and say we’re damn lucky.

Either that, or the demonics have switched focus from the election itself to the three months following, so that certification, supposed to occur before the inauguration on January 20, will not. (Apparently Trump hinted at this possble? likely? three month cliffhanger, in at least one of his current rallies.)

As for the “election” drama itself? Will it actually go ahead? If so . . .

 

But, you might ask, who would arrest them, with the justice system equally corrupted?

The portion of the military that is not corrupted?

 

 

 

 

Are we, or are we not, nearing the end of “THE PLAN”?

November 1, 2024

Here are a few who seem to agree:

Charlie Freak

Excerpt:

Charlie was referring to election results supposedly being posted by ABC during Formula One race. But: that’s not the half of it. It looks like the cheat is going on in myriad ways, all of which we take note of. This time we’re no longer surprised, shocked. We’re just aware that, just as in 2020 (and probably going back decades, but now utterly blatant), our “leaders” aren’t elected, they are selected — except for one, it seems: 2016, when “they never thought she would lose.”

Yes, cheating, at least at the federal level, is not a bug, it is a feature.

Western Lensman

Mass chaos . . . Or not!

Jack Straw (Sue Donovan)

Wait a minute. The above says Monday is November 5th and Tuesday November 6. Huh? Was this an inadvertent mistake? Or was it by design. Weird.

And one more:

L. Ron Hubbard (Parody)

Now please refer back to Q post that ignited this dot-connecting thread that is, admittedly skewed through my particular “confirmation bias” lens.

And will the military step in?

I do think the “fun,” the ephocal, “Biblical” uproar peaking(?) with this 2024 election, due now in only a few days, will continue for many many months, until maybe April 2025?

Unless of course, chaos does descend upon the land, perfect opportunity for a “color revolution,” what the imperial, unelected, SES deep state has engineered for decades in countries all around the world, now coming back home.

Here’s the Color Revolution Playbook. Unless of course we have been inadvertently, or by (divine?) design, inoculating ourselves against it.

In any case, just as in 1964, we cycle round and round. Sixty years later! Two Saturn cycles later? Are we learning? Growing in awareness?

I look to the millennial generation to guide humanity into the future. For if my two grandchildren are any indication, their talents and training are perfectly suited to take the reins in whatever is to come.