The Experiment, or: BACK WHEN I WAS DYING

February 1, 2023

 

A word to the wise: when I sit down at this computer, there are times when not only do I not know exactly what words will flow through my fingers (this is always the case), but even, on occasion, in what direction the linguistic current will flow.

Yesterday’s post marked one of those days. And today I realize that yesterday’s post was there to introduce today’s post, which has been sitting here, on my desktop, ready, willing, and waiting, ever since January 2020, just prior to ignition of the great Covid Con psy-op.

It appears that the time for this personal disclosure is now ripe. For it may be that what was formerly merely mine, is becoming ours.

Forward

In April of 2008 I underwent a three-day death and rebirth journey that left me changed. The first day involved a medical diagnosis. The second day involved connecting with those close to me. And the third day? Well, that was the first day of the rest of my life.

The following account went through a number of permutations at various times during the intervening years (mainly because I couldn’t decide just how much astrology to include), and finally (when the astrology I did include ripened) reached its natural closure during this first month of the second decade of the 21^st century.

I look back and realize that this three-day journey served as my personal prelude for Act I of the Main Play, when the wrecking ball of Pluto in Capricorn (2008-2023) inexorably and relentlessly dematerializes global financial and governmental infrastructures and exposes the systematic corruption and malevolence infecting many the institutional hierarchies that govern our lives.

I am so grateful for those three days twelve years ago! Had I not been gifted with that journey, I would not now enjoy the kind of changed point of view that allows me to view, with equanimity, both near-term extinction hype and what does appear to be the inexorable and relentless poisoning of our precious air, water, and soil, not to mention the ever-deepening exposure of pedophilia, satanic ritual abuse and worse, blackmailed debasement of politics, religion, academia, medicine, sports, entertainment, the military, mainstream media, and others in high places whom we were taught to trust the most.

Key word, “appears.” Things are not as they seem. I have a sense that, just as the third day in my journey brought about a remarkable transformation, so too, will our collective “third day.” However, this will occur only if a certain percentage of us fully embrace the ramifying implications of both Above and Below, Within and Without.

Ann K

January 2020

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BWIWD FINAL

 

Beware (Be Aware) of Where This Post Takes You . . .

January 31, 2023

 

If we look at the covid cult trance as a massive, intricately designed global psy-op that those who were susceptible couldn’t avoid, then they certainly don’t owe me, or anyone, an apology. Instead we are grateful that, the covid theology now having been excised from their brains, they can now participate in The Great Awakening!

But if we ourselves — we call ourselves “purebloods” — have been accosted by others personally whose egos judged us unmercifully and out loud for not getting the vax, then yes, an apology would be in order, but only if it is authentic.

I look askance at the contorted way Scott Adams issued his apology, without calling it that, instead saying that the anti-vaxxers “won, and he “lost,” as if it was a battle between competing egos, or a zero sum game — and at some level, of course, it was! (And still is!)

 

On the other hand, I admire Dan Bongino who, way back in August, was the first public figure to admit he regretted taking the vax —

Dan Bongino: Getting Covid Vax Biggest Mistake of My Life

 

— and even now, on air, he recently mentioned that it is coursing through his body with unknown consequences.

How many people are enduring the same kind of personal recognition and regret?

 

Okay now, here’s the twist:

How many have transformed this recognition into the continuous daily practice of facing their own death?

In other words, this “waiting game” could be a spiritual practice. A profound spiritual practice. The ultimate spiritual practice.

The vaxxed who experience regret are poised to plunge into Mystery.

What is needed now, transformation — via personal, social and cultural acknowledgement of the debilitating Fear of death experienced by those who have been vaxxed, an archetypal Fear they would likely not be fortunate enough to feel, had they not succumbed to the covid cult, which weaponized F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) into a sludgehammer, over and over again, to batter the mind into submission.

This deeper, archetypal Fear,

that of Death and Dying,

with no viral intermediary,

is naked, raw, natural.

Plunge into it.

Allow it to take you over —

— over and over again.

 

— so that you may truly live,

so that you may truly cherish,

every single elongated moment

(as an embodied

 sovereign soul

on this beautiful planet Earth)

— gifting its vast, resonant,

exquisitely precious and irreplaceable —

Mystery.