ON THE FLY: “Some Sources” Update

July 17, 2026

Busy today trying to figure out where I apparently subscribed to various sources that cost me money monthly. MUST get rid of some of them.

Meanwhile, I’ve been meaning to update Some Sources  for awhile, even though it’s  been less than a year since I put it up. Some sources there I no longer follow, mainly because it’s all too much! And, in the case of the next three: because I fancy myself as able to pretty much predict the bones of what they will say, given their consistent attitude. Kerry Cassidy, Alex Jones, and Mike Adams, all pretty much doomers.

Plus, this is still my tendency, and why. Good to remain cognizant of mutating F.E.A.R.s (False Evidence Appearing Real) of the collective unconscious!

I have added some new (or new to me?) particularly interesting sources from twitter/X, still my go-to:

Mr. Pool

Dustin

Saggezza Eterna

 

Though I still do subscribe to a few substacks. Examples:

Lies are Unbekoming

Maureen Richmond (The Astrology of World Events)

 

Not as many on twitter/X as listed earlier. And notice, Jon Rappoport is now dead; who else? Who else has left this ephemeral stage? I notice that on twitter/X, certain fascinating characters who posted often and at length not too long ago, are basically done? Example: Quantum Tumbler.

 

Here are a few more interesting ones on X:

Observing Consciousness

Massimo

Bravael Le Pogam

Sama Hoole

Paul White Gold Eagle (though I read with a very skeptical eye)

Krzysztof Szczawinski

 

And a few more, still current, twitter/X regulars:

JoeM

JoeLange

clif is antiselenite

Philippe T

Shadow of Ezra

I’m about to remove Prolotario, even though he was on my original list and I subscribed up until now. Basically, tired of his off-putting vibe.

 

I’ve been reading books lately, much more than since I got addicted to the internet. Once I forced myself to get into the habit of reading actual printed matter again — and not just glancing off the page — I find it not just easy, but extremely rewarding, especially biographies and personal memoirs — noticing where they do and do not remind me of my own life. Noticing the various contexts the authors live within, and how that informs their perspective.

In other words, thanks to reading, holding a steady focus has now returned, if the material is interesting enough. Something that I, and millions of others whose hunger to enlarge personal perspective is inborn, had done especially since the introduction of free public libraries in the late 19th century, thanks to Carnegie! And notice: unlike the internet, printed books invite us to expand our imaginative reach. We dip into the book. We get lost in another world.

Sudden memory: of me as a child (many times), curled up with a book, Mom calling me to come set the table for dinner. I simply couldn’t hear her — until she came closer and called out again, louder . . .

Unfortunately, in this relatively new (old, remembered) practice, I’m still an outlier:

CROTCHETY CRONE: gifted with synchronicity at dawn, linking street mark to rune. Wow.

July 15, 2026

This very early morning, at dawn, I was on my usual 4-5 mile walk with puppy Scampi and, pondering the fact that Crotchity Crone has returned, and keeps on returning, trying to drag me down, despite my conscious awareness of her. An awareness that yes, does tend to bring in neutrality, kinda, sorta. Barely. In order to maintain awareness I have to keep on waking up out of stormy weather inside me.

Have to keep on freshly noticing her foul moods (why?), her fury (at what?). What is blocking me? Then, given my tendency to paranoia, the question comes up: Is my internal state really mine? Is there any situation in my life that would actually warrant such a nasty mood? (Which, being a good girl, I keep hidden, of course. It’s just me who knows my inner state.)

Then, as usual, instantly I expanded my personal focus to all of humanity. Is this inner turbulence — which all too often results in external conflict, violence, death — what we’re all going through at this time in history? And, worse: is it being engineered. Is there a continuous “voice to skull” message beaming through all of us? If so, by whom? Or what?

If so, I need to protect myself. NOW. Banish the poison; then create a impenetrable bubble of personal protection.

Suddenly, I happen to look down. Down at the street. And guess what immediately pops into view:

A few feet later, another one:

Ommigod, it’s a rune! Which one?

When I returned home I looked it up.

 

Going back later and taking two photos, I notice that this chalk marking is made to signal “continue” to workmen between two chalked marked signs indicating start here and stop here.

And one could say the same about what Eihwaz means for me.

Continue. Just continue.

Or, as we hippies used to intone:

Don’t worry, be happy.

Eihwaz points the way.

Thanks, universe!