(Let us love) Dr. Fauci: “A slippery continuously calibrating eel of a man”

October 29, 2021

That quote has a nice ring to it, eh? From @docMJP on twitter.

I focus on Fauci as today’s local paper reports: Indiana “expects to receive more than 200,000 pediatric doses of the Pfizer-BionTech COVID-19 next Monday and Tuesday, said Indiana chief medical officer Dr. Lindsay.”

Note:

Is it any wonder that open, spirited rebellion against the so-called “vaccines” began with parents speaking up to local school boards all across this nation?

Here’s one mother who changed her decision to vaccinate her kids, and why, and how her story is being buried.

Exclusive: Why A Mother Changed Her Decision to Vaccinate Her Kids Against COVID-19

Another local story today talked about the new, extended county mask mandate,  “set to expire right before midnight on the Wednesday that Monroe County’s COVID-19 positive case rate drops to less than 50 cases per 100,000 residents. Right now, the county has 92 cases per 100,000 . . .”

Never, not once, ever, does any such report refer to the amplification number for the PCR tests which, when “positive,” are considered “cases” — even if a person is and remains symptomatic. Anyone who is following the PCR scam (at the very root of the plandemic scam) now knows that anything above 35 cycles will likely show a high percentage of “false positives,” due to the fact that only below 28 cycles, will actual live viruses show up.  So, when they want to ramp up “cases,” they just ramp up the number of cycles. Here’s compelling testimony from a pulmonary nurse who finally quit, unable to continue once he realized he was “murdering” patients.

I repeat: are the number of cycles ever noted, or discussed whenever there’s talk of “positive case” rates? NO.

But what really got to me today, was this:

Somehow, the “authoritative” tone of the Editor’s “correction” really got to me. Is this because my own Moon at 23° Taurus sits exactly where Tony Fauci’s Uranus is, and opposes exactly, his Scorpio Mars??? Grrr . . . Makes me want to scream. (I looked at his chart here.)

With all this in mind, I invite you to read the following extraordinary article, all the way through. It held me spellbound. The author documents, through personal experience, what happens when we give over the authority of our own sovereign soul to others, the ones they call “experts.” Which means in turn: that we must either uncover (for the first time) or return to the authoritative center of the self, each of us, if we are to see our way through this unprecedented collective global psy-op that has befuddled so much of humanity.

How many of us need to firmly recognize ourselves as truly sovereign souls in order to anchor the total transformation needed? I don’t know. It may be only 5%! In any case, let us center ourselves, root ourselves into this Good Earth below while receiving abundant blessings from the Heavens above, as we open our Hearts to all humans, LOVE them unconditionally, even the Tony Fauci’s of the world whose egos’ craven need for greed and control render them puppets of possibly even off-world forces.

I Have Been Through This Before

 

 

 

A Brief Note about Halloween

October 28, 2021

We are going to piggy back our Halloween Party on to our Thursday evening Green Acres Village Community Dinner. That’s tonight. A few words about this Halloween season, and about my personal experiences with costumes.

I am finding it impossible to separate the eerie, ghastly, ghostly, demonic forces pretending to be conjured up during this season from actual eerie, ghastly, ghostly, demonic forces which, more and more, thanks to both global exposure of pedophilia, SRA, underground tunnels and Dumbs, adrenochrome, etc. and the F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) drummed up globally by the few at the top (but where is the top? Is it off-world?) who have either actually created a bioweapon or have pretended to, but in any case, it’s an exceedingly powerful collective psy-op, otherwise known as Covid, still flooding the poisoned global atmosphere, and thanks to the so-called “vax,” threatening to kill off the entire human population.

It used to be that we utilized this Halloween season as the way to get what we, on a collective level, subconsciously knew as demonic forces, but didn’t appear on the surface, “out of our system.” A once-per-year clearing/cleansing of the cultural decks, “letting off steam” of evil’s pressure cooker underneath so it wouldn’t erupt and go out of control.

But during these years with Pluto in Capricorn relentlessly purging and deconstructing both visible and invisible civilizational structures that had (somewhat) captured and (somewhat) contained the formerly buried and otherwise hidden demonic forces, all bets are off.  As the demonic forces that have been running the civilized world underneath for thousands of years get loosed, and they feed off, yes, human fear —it’s called loosh —

— the barrier between Halloween and the rest of the year has dissolved.

Which, for me, makes it imperative that I not dress up this year as something scary. And actually, I learned not to do this two years ago, when I went to our party as a “Satanic Monk” — which simply meant that I dressed in a brown robe with horns. Of course, it was both meant to be humorous and yet make a point re: what we’d been learning for several decades about supposedly pious Catholic priests.

Throughout that evening, I was stunned to realize that my costume was no joke; that some kind of a demon was attempting to invade me. This discovery freaked me out. Was simply wearing a costume that conjured up the appearance of a satanic monk as a joke an actual invitation for a demon to assume I would accept it in? Or that my unsuspecting dress-up would weaken me to the point where I would allow it to invade me?

These were new thoughts. I had never thought them before.

About halfway through the party I tore the damn horns off my head. And got rid of them entirely the next day, both shocked and chagrined.

For tonight’s party I’m going to go as “Star Woman,” dress in mostly white ceremonial clothes, with a painted star on my head. Will say I’m “Star Woman” who, the rest of the year, masks as a woman who goes by “Ann Kreilkamp.”