FOUR TRUTHTELLERS HIT THE MARK

March 26, 2022

It appears that Clif High is correct: within the past few days, especially thanks to the re-emergence of Hunter Biden’s laptop, the number of red-pilling bombs that have been dropped into the collective unconscious, implicating mainstream media as liars, is beginning to push its way into the hearts and minds of even those least likely to want to wake up.

As examples, here are four truthtellers, two of them satirists, the other two deadly serious.

Of the satirists, one of them, Alex Stein, has just hit the mainstream, thanks to another truthteller, Tucker Carlson, who himself appears to be getting braver and braver as time wears on.

 

The other satirist, JB Sears, while still “funny” and spot on, given the increasingly fuzzier line dividing satire from reality, seems to be finding it more and more difficult not to just drop his act and speak Truth in all seriousness.

 

My two examples of serious independent journalists are both female, not because I prefer women, but because that’s who they happen to be. One of them is already well known, the other is on her way.

Lara Logan is that now exceedingly rare creature, a serious and indefatigable independent journalist, both fierce and fearless. (BTW, she was born March 21, 1971, on the Spring Equinox, in the very first degree of fiery Aries!)

https://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2022/03/awk-interview-with-lara-logan-a-voice-for-those-without-a-voice-video-3769914.html

Lara is joined by Margaret Menge, whose substack account went up just six days ago. Margaret, who lives with her ten year old son just a few blocks from me, reminds me of Lara Logan, in that she is equally determined to work long and hard, researching stories that actually bring her audience as much truth as she can muster at any given time. Her work is clear, articulate, well-researched, and, like Lara, fueled by an inner passion that, while she appears more “polite” on the surface than Lara, is equally serious and indefatigible.

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Here’s how her second substack post begins:

Joanna Macy: the Shambala Warrior Prophecy

March 25, 2022

Just when did Joanna Macy make the video I post below? It was many years ago; and this is her rendition of a tale told 12 centuries ago.

History repeats itself . . . the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce, and the third time? And the fourth?

How have we evolved since 12 centuries ago? Have we evolved since then? This Buddhist (or pre-Buddhist?) tale is just so damned relevant, resonant, with our global situation at this very moment, and at so many other moments since I’ve been alive. Remember November 22, 1963? Followed less than nine months later, by the Gulf of Tonkin false flag that triggered the Vietnam War? Remember September 11, 2001? How about both Iraq Wars? Saddam’s supposed WMD? Gadaaffi’s death, October 21, 2011, and Killary’s laugh: “We came, we saw, he died”? Remember January 6, 2021 and the continuing gulag in D.C.? On and on. It never ends.

I went to bed last night at 8:30 PM and got up at 6:30 AM. Ten hours sleep? No. Maybe five hours sleep total. Up and down, the cat wanting in or out, or me to pee, or to settle my  troubled digestion with tiny amounts of apple cider vinegar and baking soda in water . . . Not even that worked. It usually does.

I couldn’t seem to find a way to help me relax. Meanwhile, hoping to fall asleep while listening (I usually can), I lay there, for hours, foolishly absorbing various interpretations of what’s going on in Ukraine and elsewhere, each seemingly more dire than the next; and meanwhile, I lay there, highly aware of the unusually heightened state we humans call “anxiety,” a toxic static permeating being. My usual breathing practices did not work. Nor did several attempts to turn off the ipad and move into imagination, hike the Teton mountain trails as I did when I lived there, in a yurt, for many years, during the final decades of the first millennium AD. Assuming, all the while I lived in that storied land, that the human race might not make it through Y2K. Just as I had assumed, all the while growing up as a World War II child born of a soon absent father and a fearful mother, and riddled, as last night, with anxiety.

So here I am, during my 80th year on this planet, poking down into the unconscious mind far enough to re-trigger the anxiety I originally absorbed from my mother and focused, post-Hiroshima, on The Bomb.

(The Bomb inside me; though I didn’t know it.)

So now, here we are, once again, in grave, seemingly increasing danger of nuclear war. Due to Putin’s demands, his adamant refusal to back down. Due to NATO/US arrogant chest beating, refusing recognize the inherent reasonableness in Putin’s demands. All covered over, of course, by incessant mainstream propaganda.

That’s what I’ve gleaned so far. But of course, I know nothing. Whatever is playing on the surface is undoubtedly just the movie “they” want us to see. It has become obvious that this crisis was a long time coming, and that all sorts of factors play into the global End Game drama humanity is now undergoing. Economic, political, historical, cultural, personal factors. All sorts of points of view represented, each of them held fiercely, or with apparent (pathological) “sincerity,”  by their owners.

And yet, let us wake up to the stark, and exceedingly simple reality of this crisis, this opportunity! As Joanna Macy says, in her rendition of the ancient Shambala Warrior Prophecy,  “these destructive weapons are made by the human mind; they can be unmade by the human mind.” Furthermore, as she points out, we don’t need to invoke grand notions of Good vs. Evil, or of alien (ET) interference. Simply: these destructive weapons, these bio-lab pathogens; these, and other Weapons of Mass Destruction, “are made by the human mind, and can be unmade by the human mind.”

The line between Good and Evil, as she reminds us, runs through each human heart. When we, as sovereign, conscious, ensouled individuals, cease our endless mental peregrinations, just for a second or two or three. Just in the nick of time. Time to invoke two principles, Love and Light, Compassion and Wisdom, by means of which we transform into bodhisattvas whose loving energy fuels the wise detachment necessary to defuse the mind stuff that makes the weapons.

Thanks, Laura Bruno, for putting this video up again on your website this morning. I’d never come across it before. Now I too, shall invoke it regularly. And the next time I wake up insomniac, I will remind myself of this wise, compassionate female elder’s rendition of what each of us must re-member, must re-mind ourselves of, daily, hourly, minute by minute, intending to remain fully present with “the radical interdependence of all existence, the web of life, the cosmic ecosystem.”