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!

 

 

DANGER! Stomping Slowly, on a Virgo-esque Expedition

January 7, 2025

Sooooo . . . yesterday, staying home, not being outside for my usual vigorous 3-4 mile walk, drove me nuts. Even the snow shoveling didn’t do it. (I do wonder how Colin, my paralyzed, nerve-damaged son, does it, day after day in the same bed, inside; he and I have much the same nervous system. Obviously, he’s far ahead of me in learning how to stay present, no matter what. See my near-daily posts on his long, excruciating journey.)

Sooooo . . . today I thought I’d go to the post office and mail those two packages that I mentioned in yesterday’s post; at most a half-mile walk; with unknown snow conditions. Or at least I’d try to do it.

Puppy Scampi started out with me; but, once again, soon turned back, insistent. Okay. And actually, good! His little nervous self that continuously darts about, pulling me this way and that way would definitely destabilize me on this perilous journey. Best to go alone, backpack holding the packages.

Son Colin, of course, doesn’t want me to go outside at all, given that he figures, one fall, and I’d break my 82 year old hip.

Probably true! But his fear wasn’t going to stop me. Okay, yes, it’s dangerous, but so is going up and down steep indoor stairs to the basement, which I do many times each week.

So I took Scampi back home and began again. Figuring, if all went well, it would probably take about an hour.

I learned: to stay extremely focused on what’s right in front of me. To get and remain focused, in a Virgo-esque way, checking conditions, analyzing current threats, etc., in order to remain aloft. I learned: the best way to walk over treacherous snow and ice is to stomp, slowly, inch by inch if necessary; and especially, to not walk (stomp) on downhill, or even uphill, streets. Instead, plough through the sidelines, in deep snow, until the bottom (or top) is reached. (This is a hilly town.)

I learned: to see my journey as an expedition, like Everest, I thought, fancifully. Changing conditions always: obviously slick (walk next to the icy parts, not on them); not obviously slick (most treacherous, usually snow on top); steep snow and ice hills (where ploughs had been); places where nothing has been done since the storm, so that it was like trudging on beach dunes,  each footfall an effort. And so on. You get the picture. I was fully engaged, in the moment, and DID NOT FALL. Though I did slide three or four times, just a few inches, before quickly catching myself (thank you yoga, chikung, taichi!).

On arrival at the post office I felt triumphant. One clerk in front, one out back; no customer but me. (And actually, on my entire adventure, I only saw one other person out walking, a young man.)

I felt so triumphant indeed, that I decided to see if I wanted to go get groceries too; to start walking (slowly stomping, Virgo-esque) in that direction. And the farther I went, the better I felt internally. This expedition was really getting my juices going! Ended up getting lots of root veggies at Fresh Thyme, and a quart of organic yogurt at Aldi, plus a few other heavy items.

So, on my way home, my backpack was both full and heavy. Probably 20 pounds. I noticed that the deeper the weight, the more it stabilized me; so grateful that I had decided to go shopping; both for that fact, and for the fact that I had decided to dare myself to go in the first place, and, in the second place, to then go much further than I had expected to. Ended up stomping carefully, slowly, about two miles on a two-hour journey.

Called, triumphant, to tell my son Colin went I arrived home. He, predictably, was furious. “MOM! One fall, and you break your hip, and you’re done!”

Oh well. I need to follow my own internal guidance.

He did convince me to order some

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