Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
Today I went out to Majestic Care to visit with paralyzed, nerve damaged Colin again, and read him the rant I put up here yesterday, re: the 4th anniversary of covidiana. Of course, he nodded his head in total agreement. This, after he told me when he gets home he’s got to make sure he does a good protocol to rid himself of spike protein, since vaxxed nurses are constantly breathing on him. (Plus, though we didn’t mention it, he did get some (likely vaxxed) blood in the hospital.)
Cross-posting:
Remember, this roommate is perfect for Colin: can’t hear anything, doesn’t speak; like his first (dying) roommate months ago, this one also looks like an aging child, as he lies there prone. (Sometimes he’s in his chair, out in the hall.) Colin says this roommate “doesn’t know how to use the red button to call a staff person to the room, and thinks it’s the year 2000.”
So last night, the roommate needed to go to the bathroom. Colin could hear him groaning, and so pushed his own red button for him, hoping a staff person would come quick. But no one was available. So the roommate got in his chair and tried to get into the bathroom, which opens directly across from the foot of Colin’s bed.
He couldn’t figure out how to maneuver the chair to squeeze into the bathroom, so pushed back, thudding against the foot of Colin’s bed, hard. Colin’s nerves, already activated as usual in the evening hours, were instantly triggered.
The roomie kept trying and failing, again and again, moving forward, and then lurching back, thud . . . thud . . . thud. This went on for 22 minutes (Colin timed it). Horrific nerve pain, over and over again, thud, thud thud . . . until a staff person, finally freed up, walked in the door.
“Mom, I’ve never felt so frustrated in my life. Horrific thudding pain, over and over again, with the roomie only five feet away from me, AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT.
The roommie is totally deaf, and in his dementia has absolutely no idea what Colin is going through. So of course Colin isn’t blaming him.
The result of all the thudding: all night long, worse nerve pain than usual.
By the time I arrived this morning, around 10:30 AM, the nerves were finally beginning to settle down, which surprised him.
But, and here’s the weird thing. Every time he dreams now, it’s of a sweet woman, one after another, a loving, kind feminine energy, hugging him, holding him, caring for him. These are women he’s never met in waking life, and every time he meets and greets one of these wonderful women telepathically, the dream wakes him up, and he’s happy!
Re: the roommate. He’s hoping that the chair the roommate has can be exchanged for a narrower one, in case it happens again. And it probably will.
“I’m sure they’re going to want me to exchange beds with him. But Mom, being next to the window, with the light, and the tree, and the birds, is so healing for me! . . . It’s just that this (entire) experience is getting old.”
Me: “Yes, especially as spring approaches. Every living thing is stirring, seeking to come alive, and that includes you.”
BTW: Vlad (the master carpenter) and Josh (Colin’s best friend) were by yesterday, to look at the house Colin will return to, in hopefully not too long. Vlad wanted to see the layout, so he will know how best to make the place work for someone who is handicapped.
March 11, 2024, 4th anniversary of the day that perhaps most destructive global psy-op ever designed to not only take over the world, but to kill off, maim, mind-control, and otherwise indoctrinate and dumb down humans into F.E.A.R (False Evidence Appearing Real) was inaugurated, via “lockdown” and “social distancing,” for (they assured us) only two weeks. Yeah. Remember that?
How are we today? Who are we today?
When, back then, did you begin to realize that you’d been had? Or did you? Was it before or after you allowed the first jab, or the second, or the first booster, the second, etc. How many of your friends and family have died? Do you and/or your friends/family suffer from immune deficiency, have heart and other drastic problems, get sick, over and over again, “with covid, and thank goodness I got my shots, or it would be much worse!” Yep. That.
Back in March 2020 (actually earlier, like when Saturn conjuncted Pluto in January 2020, and even before that, the Bill Gates pandemic exercise in October 2019), it took me all of two seconds to figure it out. To know that what I saw ahead, a global Covid psy-op, had arrived. Was now officially rolled-out for public consumption. This “pandemic news” meant that my housemates, some of my Green Acres mates, most of my friends and family, were suddenly gone, disappeared! — a rift, wider than the Grand Canyon, opening between us. Me on one side, sensing “covid” as just another flu, then morphing one year later into “anti-vaxxer,” versus them, the majority, whose fear of their own bodies (i.e., ultimately fear of death) and natural empathy for others was weaponized to the point where they submitted to the fake PCR test regularly, obeyed that and other dictats “for others,” and besides, the jab is “safe and effective.”
So there I was, on one side of the yawning canyon, mostly alone, looking across, wondering how to reconnect. But then I figured it out. Figured out a way to re-engage with (most of) them, and that is to “stay with what we have in common.”
In other words, stay with the here and now. What engages us as real, living persons, face to face and in community.
Oh yeah, those who piously wore masks, and some still do, showed me right away the state of their minds. (Gone.) No sense even bothering with them, when F.E.A.R. has been disguised as political correctness. Yuck.
It interested me (and still does), that what we now call the deep state could count on especially the “highly educated” to go along with the nefarious plan. One more proof that today’s “education” has devolved into indoctrination. No longer are students taught to get and keep their own minds, continuously opening to wider and wider perspectives. Instead they are encouraged to seek and then get stuck in “certain beliefs” that automatically divide them against others. Yes. What we awake ones now call the sheeple are taught (without realizing it) how to lock their minds down, so that when fully “educated,” they see the world through a single itsy-bitsy (usually scientistic) peep hole.
Oh wow. Then there’s the woke phenomenon. DEI, CRT, LGBTQ+ . . .
Yep.
IDEOLOGY CANCELS BIOLOGY.
WHAT?!?
Is it too late? Or can humanity course-correct. All bets are off.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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Yep! Totally agreed.