Some reflections on the 3I/Atlas disturbance

October 8, 2025

 

Who, by this time, has NOT heard about 3I/Atlas? (Or as one person put it, third eye Atlas?) A gigantic comet? (but with no tail), the size of a small mountain, some say.

Look it up. It startles the mind and stirs the soul. Not sure why. Lots of theories abound. An interstellar visitor, supposedly, third one to “visit” our solar system recently (following Oumuamua).

When you consider the vastness of space, that an interstellar visitor that has been traveling through our galaxy for what, thousands? millions? of years, was aimed, it appears, directly at our solar system, going behind Mars On October 3, on its way to pass by Jupiter on October 9th,  closest to the Sun October 29-30, and closest (but not very close) to Earth on December 19 (my birthday!) — does not its seemingly precisely aimed trajectory, feel intentional?

In other words, not a natural object (comet, though somewhat anomalous), but artificial probe?

Of course, NASA denies it. Plus it will not hit Earth. So never mind. Well, we know that. But what in hell is it?

And if it’s artificial, then who is guiding it? And from afar? Or are “they” (and/or their advanced technology) inside?

Theories abound.

Whatever it is, as its presence becomes more widely shared, how will it affect human consciousness, human culture, human history? Is there any creative way to even begin to comprehend the enormity of how the entire massive complex mental construct humans have imposed on organic life could be completely obliterated?

Words fail me.

Of course they do.

That’s the point of obliteration.

 

Plus: it gets even more interesting: many countries have outposts out there, and could be expected to send us photos when they have them; the world was expecting this, especially when 3I/Atlas went behind Mars on October 3. But: zilch! No photos from anywhere have been released, so far. Which is extremely weird, since countries usually vie for who can be first and best at getting the photos. There appears to be global coordination . . .

https://x.com/surajit_ghosh2/status/1975018046789181927?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

https://x.com/dom_lucre/status/1975673565245808988?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Michael Salla also noticed, posting on both October 6 and 7:

Clif High has been speaking of this visitor for some time now, his data sets predicting it, and how it will smash all the slowly built, evolutionarily responsive structures and processes that constitute the human project as its mysterious presence pushes into collective awareness.

Besides contrarian Clif, whose peregrinations I “follow,” finding his outrageous attitude more perspicacious than that of just about anyone else, others have other attitudes, all seemingly tracing back in some way to Professor of Science Avi Loeb, of Harvard, who supposedly found it first, and his view of it went viral.

Hmmm . . . is the timing of this phenomenon a distraction of some kind? If so, what is it meant to divert us from? And notice the F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing real) programming. Reminds me of the covid con.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How my lifestyle sets me apart

October 7, 2025

Am I lonely? No. I’m alone, all-one, in communion with the divine love/light that fills and fuels all beings.

Now, what prompts me to write this particular post:

I’ve been seeing lots more folks wearing masks lately. What’s goin’ on?

The contrast between my own life style at nearly 83 years old, and that of most others seems to be increasing as time goes on.

I have more mental and physical energy than most people in their 50s.

My body does not fall, it easily and naturally self-corrects with any stumble.

 

How is this possible?

It’s possible because I realize that the body is primary. Unless I can maintain my physical vitality, I will be unable to respond to what the world needs from me now. The alternative is to be continuously dragged down by my body, parasitic upon others.

My evolving approach to continued vitality has a number of facets:

1. I follow my “physical culture” priority: (two hours per day: one hour fast walk, plus yoga, chi kung, tai chi; in early morning I also bounce on porch trampoline 100 times and lift 5 pound weights). Plus one hour nap each day.
2. I drink my homemade chai tea elixir (actually coffee at this point, tiny splash in the first homemade chai elixir of the day), all day long, a practice I was guided internally to begin in late 2019, to fortify my immune system just prior to the scamdemic igniting its viral F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) over the whole world.
3. For over a year now I’ve been doing intermittent fasting (18/6: both meals within a six hour period), and make protein a priority (at this age, I need to continuously not only maintain muscle but build muscle). Above all, no processed food; fresh veggies with each meal and a bit of fruit daily.
4. Internal work: I continuously attempt to notice when I’m fearful, or judging, or attempting to control. Notice: that is, be aware of what my trickster unconscious is attempting to project now so that it may begin to dissolve.
5. All this, plus, my spiritual practice daily: on my walks, every time puppy Scampi and I begin to pass another , he acts as ambassador to love. Whoever it is (usually a young IU student), he or she is usually (and I mean 90% of the time) either looking down at the phone or clutching it, about to check again. So in the act of looking down, joyful, vibrant Scampi comes inadvertently into view — eliciting a smile, or grin, or at the very least, and this might be most telling, their face momentarily takes on a faraway look, vulnerable, a look back to childhood, when their own sweet, loving dog was a part of their life. And then, they cannot help themselves, their eyes swoop up, lock in to my eyes, there to greet them, momentarily, soul to soul. 

Our fleeting communion lifts the heart, energizes us both.

In other words, my work, at nearly 83 years old, is tiny, precise, homeopathic.