Reflections on the MSG Rally: Dueling Interpretations

October 28, 2024

MSG was at capacity (20,000) for Trump’s massive rally yesterday. Plus 7o,000 more gathered outside. In what used to be Democratic New York. Times have certainly changed.

Brian Cates gives an upbeat analysis and summary:

YOU HAVE BROKEN THEM

It starts like this:

YOU did this.

YOU forced them into an unwinnable position in an Information War.

YOU broke their Censorship State [with a big assist from Elon!], and then you fractured their Fake News Media Matrix.

They tried to MARGINALIZE you, drive you out of sight, render you into a new class of Untouchables, and literally excommunicate you from American society.

YOU didn’t back down. YOU didn’t stop fighting them.

And in the end?

They broke their Machine trying to get it to spit out a working illusion that The Cackling Ditz No One Really Likes was top-shelf presidential material.

YOU **forced** them to do that.

 

I’m reminded of the Q posts stating that we the people could not just be “told;” that we had to be “shown.” Why?

Well, the systemic corruption is so horrifying and so deep-seated, that we wouldn’t have believed it. In fact, even some of those of us, like me, who, in the late 1990s, after several years, finally managed to absorb former MK Ultra mind-control slave Cathy O’Brien’s memoir, Trance Formation of America, found ourselves, surprisingly, still shocked when we realized that something was very very off about the 2000 election. You’d think I would have been forewarned; you’d think that I would have realized that the agonizing, ongoing, putrid eruption from darkness to light of deep state corruption would take these 4 long years, for the public to fully absorb. And, if you add in the years since Trump descended the elevator in 2015, only to be ferociously and sneakily opposed during his entire first term as president, then 9 long years, to achieve The Great Awakening during this seemingly climactic geopolitical arena. 

My favorite philosopher, Ludwig Wittgenstein, said something similar in his early work, Tractatus Logico Philosophicus..

“What can be shown, cannot be said.”

What he was referring to was the mysticism that underlies the “fact-based” positivist view of the world, wherein “the limits of my language are the limits of my world.” And, you might say, that each of us, having been linguistically indoctrinated (through info, disinfo, misinfo, factoids, spin etc.) one way or another during this highly polarized political season, has then been caught within the limits of whatever language we paid attention to. For example, the latest:  “Trump’s rally is NAZI.”

And actually, you might say that Q and LW are speaking of the same phenomenon, the Divine Oneness that underlies all 3D space/time polarities, indeed, underlies and bathes in LIGHT and LOVE everything contingent — all our shifting hopes, dreams, fears, and subsequent material “realities.”

LW was more oriented towards the spacious presence from within which all our limiting language springs. A SPACE orientation.

Q was more oriented to the astonishing mysteries of TIME, how “future proves past.” And judging from the thousands of Q posts, which are no longer easily searchable, but I did pay utterly fascinated attention during its entire extraordinary three year? run, we have now, in a long agonizing process, been shown what we needed to know. Not just think. Not just assume, but KNOW.

 

Does this make Trump our savior?

Decidedly not. No one can save me but me, as I integrate with my higher self, as a sovereign soul, and then aim to cooperate with other sovereign souls.

But he and the Q team, with the “Q proofs,” sure had an astonishingly effective approach to exposing both dots and threads that composed the confusing fabric of long-term corruption!

Here’s a twitter post that speaks to me of the agonizing transformation required to “change one’s mind” as I, who used to be a Democrat!, and millions of others, have had to undergo. No fun. Too long to quote, Here it is:

https://x.com/_seekinggnosis_/status/1782049059903070587?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

 

Speaking about the indefatigibly resilient global colossus that Trump has proven himself to be, here are a few who are attempting to open themselves to what may be possibly even deeper levels of corruption, and they include Trump himself, as an agent, or a puppet, of  . . . of what? Israel? And what or who pulls Israel’s strings?

For example, both Israel itself, and Trump’s relationship with Israel has always had me baffled, as it does Celia Farber, who pays, here, close, horrified attention to Rudy Giuliani’s awful remarks at the MSG rally.

(I wonder, were not the many speakers vetted, as to the actual contents of what they would say? A part of me thinks they should have been, if not. Another part of me says, go for it, let everybody just speak their minds. And let each of us as individuals discern who is real, who is pretending, who is more mind-controlled, etc. It’s about time we all grow up!)

Celia:

Trump’s Madison Square Garden Rally

 

And, if Trump did allow everybody speak their mind at the MSG event, no matter how seemingly? contradictory the overall message . . . breathe! —

— and did he, on the other hand, vet Rogan’s questions?

And this next, frankly, sent a decided chill up my near-82-year-old spine:

One more, and this may re-inspire hope (hopium?)

Tulsi: Dems Freaked Out that Trump’s Privately Funded Transition Already Getting to Work

 

 

 

 

 

URANUS and (Addictive) Patterns Interruptus!

October 26, 2024

For the past two months, I’ve been on an inner journey. It’s hard to say how long this journey will last. All I know is that once ignited, it has taken its own course.

And of course, I see this entire drama in terms of astrology, how current transits are affecting my natal chart. I cannot stress enough how astrology helps put things in perspective as well as promote healing processes.

The long term astro situation:  transit Uranus is approaching its very first and only return to its natal place at 84 years. A huge event; once in a lifetime.

Natal Uranus at 1°Gemini, which itself is opposite natal Mars at 2° Sagittarius. So my very mental Uranus happens to be a more than usually fiery and “interruptive” energy. However, the original natal Mars/Uranus opposition is also subject to two natal energies which enclose it, one aiming to slow it down (Moon 23° Taurus) and the other to discipline or limit it (Saturn 7° Gemini).

This entire transit process began in earnest in the summer of 2023 as a motherly (Moon) feeling of increasing dread during June and July as Uranus approached the motherly Moon for the first time in my life. Then, when it got to an exact conjunction of the Moon, the dread climaxed with a horrific medical interruption that involved my 58 year old son Colin on August 16, 2023, an aortic dissection of both ascending and descending branches that should have killed him but instead left him paralyzed from the waist down and with painful nerve damage.

He’s been dealing with the damage ever since. I post daily on his agonizingly slow healing process here.

https://www.caringbridge.org/visit/colincudmorehealing

The interruption didn’t stop with Colin; it then switched to me. This time voluntarily. One year after Colin’s ordeal began, in mid-August this year, I decided, seemingly on the spur of the moment (very Mars/Uranus in air/fire signs) to experiment with intermittent fasting, two meals a day, with the goal of what’s called 18/6, i.e., 18 hours between the second meal one day and the first meal the next day.

Just to see if I could; and to see if it would bring my average 150 blood pressure down. Which it did.

I started with 16/8, one meal at 10 AM, and the other at 5 PM (so done by 6 PM). Then 17/7, and now, finally, for the past few weeks, 18/6: the first meal at noon and the second at 5 PM.

I’ve never in my very long life skipped breakfast. So intermittent fasting is a decided break in a lifelong routine.

Then, once that interruption was successfully set in motion, I decided, a few weeks ago, to see what I could do to interrupt my serious addiction to screens. Though, unlike most people, I don’t carry a phone with me on my long daily walks, I am either on screen, or have it open nearby, most of my other waking hours; plus, I take the ipad to bed with me, to help me get to sleep by listening to something not too interesting . . .

Okay. So I began this aspect of pattern interruptus on a Sunday, with the aim of being off-screen from 7 AM until 5 PM, except during daily one hour nap.

That went off okay.

Then I decided to do the same, and include nap in the screen fast.

That worked out okay too.

Then, and this was last weekend, I decided to go off screen from 7 AM to 7 PM. So a full 12 hours!

And even that worked.

Okay, then I began thinking about doing the same thing on Saturday, with the goal of eventually being off-screen a full 48 hours each week: from Saturday morning through Monday morning.

But: I knew that during this entire time I was seriously disturbing my “little girl,” that aspect of me I call “Orphan Annie,” who was already quite pissed at how I had interrupted her comfortable habit patterns. I knew that unless I gave her something in exchange, something that would make her feel pleased, that she would sabotage my intended 48-hour-per-week screen fast.

So . . . I decided to start on Saturdays by going for a walk with puppy Scampi somewhere nearby, but out of town, and so beyond my usual perimeter (which is 4-5 miles any direction from where I live in town). And then, take myself out to lunch somewhere interesting, leaving Scampi in the car (he doesn’t mind).

Today was the first day. I remained off screen from 8 AM until 2:00 PM (including one hour nap), going first for a walk on a trail at nearby Griffy lake and then out to lunch at a Korean restaurant.

If you are interested in doing your own version of pattern interruptus, i.e., letting go of whatever addictions that keep you bound in chains, I can’t stress enough the fact that the one who is addicted is the inner child. She must receive something in return for her terrible sacrifice!

Here’s a post on how I finally let go of cigarettes, after many attempts, each of which, when I failed, cemented the addiction further.

How I Stopped Smoking

Reminder: I’ll be off-screen all of tomorrow, so no Sunday post.