Reflecting on the (Death/Rebirth?) Plutonian Saga of Damar Hamlin

January 6, 2023

 

Note: On this Cancer Full Moon day, which just so happens to fall on the second anniversary of the January 6th “Insurrection” as well as the long-awaited day that, thanks to Scotus, the Brunson case may make mincemeat of the current gripping, popcorn crunching, DC political drama involving who is to be “Speaker of the House,” I choose to focus on a seemingly smaller matter.

With Damar Hamlin, It appears that we’re dealing with either a catastrophic misfortune — and Covid Con cover-ups, involving money, that try, and fail? to accompany the misfortune . . .

OR — get ready for it, are we dealing with a possible miracle that ends up uniting the whole world?

Or both?

 

To begin:

 

For more, much of it related  to what we’re seeing playing out now, especially for young, vaxxed athletes (I subscribe to this substack EMC2 NEWSBITES) . . .

https://emc2.substack.com/p/emc2-news-bites-b80?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=556318&post_id=94007003&isFreemail=true&utm_medium=email

. . .  I, personally, suspect that this tragedy, occurring on the world stage, has turned into both THE Wake Up Call —

— and, at the same time, an ongoing false flag distraction. See Lisa Anderson comment above.

Plus, there was some scuttlebutt about the Feds being on hand near the hospital. Huh? Why?

But:

As for false flag distraction . . . WHAT???!?

How could Damar Hamlin be actually recovering, fully intact neurologically, if, on Monday evening, we were told, ad nauseam, that EMTs worked to get his heart going for at least nine minutes?

It’s well known that after ten minutes without a heartbeat, you’re gone, either brain dead or neurologically impaired. I had a friend to whom that happened. She lived on, for years, her ability to function — and to eat or drink or dress herself, or to get in and out of bed, or a chair, without help, or to, walk, talk, grow, etc. — utterly missing.

One question: Why did the ambulance pause on the way out, supposedly to pick up Damar’s mother? Was it an emergency, or not?

And now, a few days later, might we recognize the usual corruption, via deception: BIG MONEY?

This paranoid idea is not something I thought up (can’t remember where I saw it), but it sure makes sense: Might it be that the NFL, or Pfizer, or both, and/or Gates, or the USG have bribed those who surround Damar in the hospital to follow a script? And/or:

The fundraiser for Damar, as of today, has . . .

Who’s to say that they couldn’t just continue to rake in money for this fundraiser, while doling out a carefully curated story about Lamar’s “current, improving condition,” followed by “deteriorating condition” as the days and weeks roll by, and then, at the opportune moment, announce that he had died.

Chart for the minute of Lamar’s fall:

Notice that the later degrees of fixed signs are on the angles, where the chart intersects with the world: 25° 29 Leo Ascendant/Descendant, 19°22 Taurus Midheaven; featuring serious, sobering planet Saturn at 22°37 close to the Descendant, and sudden, eruptive Uranus at 15°06 close to the Midheaven path. Add to that the fact that the emotional Moon was in the final (and therefore, most karmic) degree of earthy (and bodily,  biological) Taurus. Then notice loving Venus in the final (and therefore most karmic) degree (and minute!) of Capricorn at 29°59, only two degrees from Pluto at 27°54 Capricorn. This profound (Pluto) and final (Saturn: game postponed) event catalyzed a sudden (Uranus) outpouring of love (Venus) via grief (Venus/Pluto), love expressed through prayers! Everybody praying, unabashedly! Which makes me think that everybody now KNOWS that the vax is killing people, especially young athletes, (though of course, they still can’t admit it) and they sense that the only recourse is prayer, hoping for a miracle.

Is this ongoing drama, beamed to the world stage, the one that will wake up the entire world as to the reality of the Covid Con, especially the vax? With young Lamar as the sacrificial lamb?

Damar Hamlin was born on 3/24/1998, when the Sun was in early Aries, along with many other Aries planets. His athletic star never shone more brightly (natal Sun conjunct current transit Jupiter at 3° Aries!) than when he fell, and collapsed.

Forgive me for my cynical view of what might be going on now. Given the intense, ongoing revelations to which we have been subjected in the last few years, I simply cannot help but think that something may be fishy here, and that whatever the MSM indoctrinates us to think about this and any other supposed “sequence” of “events” is a big fat lie.

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And yet:  I saw this several hours after the above:

Wow. Who knew that this drama might turn into the one that may actually unite our sorely divided, suffering world. No matter what our ideological, cultural, national, etc. proclivities, we all know that

there are times when we just give up and,

full of feeling,

call upon the mysterious force field that tenderly cradles

the tiny sandbox we’re playing in,

here on planet Earth.

 

Faced with ChatGTP . . .

January 5, 2023

 

The first time I heard about ChatGTP was in late December 2022. My older son Sean was about to stop in for a visit with granddaughter Kiera on their way to Colorado, when he tells me, excited: “I want you to write this down. ‘c h a t g t p.'” And then Sean, a lifelong coder who began by studying robotics in college, started talking incredulously and effusively, about the capacity of this particular chatbot.

I did write the strange word down, but didn’t pursue the tip until they arrived, two days later, and we spent the entire first evening (out of only two evenings, after four long years) making up questions for ChatGTP to “answer,” problems for ChatGTP to “solve.”

Shaking our heads, in wonder.

Yes, it’s wild, even unnerving.

And, BTW, it turns out, NOT politically neutral.

 

https://amgreatness.com/2022/12/30/chatgpt-is-seriously-woke-a-i/

 

And please check out Joe Rogan’s session with Bret Weinstein, #1919.

Rogan, unnerved: “it feels like a person talking. . .”

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erHB-oOdGOk&ab_channel=BroJogan

 

“Where’s Clif High?” — the logical, enculturated part of me cries!

“We need him now to make sense of what’s going on with the seemingly incipient AI archontic takeover!”

So MUCH I want to “say” about this seemingly sudden development. But I can’t do it today. I just can’t do it. I need to be in a “place” where the invasive technocratic transhumanist algocracy can’t get to me.

 

 

If a chatbox, no matter how seemingly universal, in the sense of scouring up everything on the internet that is ever said in any language, its algorithms working with seemingly infinite permutations of word strings —

then the key is to move beneath language,

to the spacious presence within

(and without) 

that will eventually goad us

into re-membering other gifts

we humans carry with us always,

without recognizing that we do.

For example, telepathy.

The map is NEVER the territory.