ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE, including the Charlie Kirk extravaganza?!?

September 22, 2025

I return to posting from my recently instituted three-day weekend off, when of course, I was hoping to relax. Ha! Even more than usual, I have found myself roiling, furious, upset, constantly stunned by the enormity of what appears to me to be a tsunamic psy-op of the worst kind, aimed to get us all looshed up.

This cultural/political moment reminds me of the global rollout of the covid con, back in 2020-21, when I instantly found myself unable to go along with the massive global unrolling aimed to instill FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real).

Same here, though I do find myself wavering more this time. Because Charlie Kirk — who was completely invisible to this nearly 83-year-old until the sudden internet explosion over his apparent assasination, and who, I would agree, after reviewing a number of his speeches, was an extremely bright and historically literate, strong, full-hearted young man whose life purpose included traditional Christian family values to set an example for youth who he was insisting uncover their critical thinking faculties from the indoctrination of schooling.

I’m drawn to foolishly attempting to actually absorb and understand this stunning cultural phenomenon, an apparent American “tipping point” equivalent to the JFK assasination, or the 911 event, that is way way WAY over my head, and yet, as usual, one which I seem to be unable to drag myself away from. Because it’s inside my body. And my body knows.

So here I go:  One more rabbit hole. The curious Alice part of me just can’t help myself. Or can I?

I can’t.

Well, I’d say, yes and no. I am determined to crawl my way out of the rabbit hole each time I go down it.

To me it’s necessary to both know about the insidious perfidy of our current “reality,” and meanwhile, to hold fast to a larger, higher “dimension” where all this broohaha fades into irrelevance, the mere play of maya.

I find that vibration with animals, and plants, and on my daily walks, during my daily practices (yoga, chikung, taichi) — and especially, whenever I greet, and even meet, another, eye to eye, soul to soul. “Strangers” or not, more than 9 times out of 10, for at least one fleeting second, we both dip into that spacious, mysterious zone wherein all the detritus of the material world, all the greed, all the gaming, does not count.

Does not count. No counting within a space that continuously floods and waves and courses through as whispers of the divine.

 

So. Back to the rabbit hole, which, as usual, I allow myself to fall into while attempting to remain centered — or at least, remembering to center myself, whenever emotionality threatens to overwhelm:

In other words, while appreciating the body’s extreme sensitivity to truth and lies, I also aim to take control of at least my own reactivity to any seeming fraudulent external situation with my critical mind.

Both. Both critical, logical left brain with intuitive, heart-centered, gut-biome centered, right-brain. Integrated. The corpus callosum serving to bridge this all-too-human divide within me. For how can I help heal the increasing division within the collective? Answer: I can’t. All I can do is keep on working to center myself within my own dynamic, oppositional, contradictory nature. And to the extent that I am able, I direct myself to express that loving unity into the world. The world around me.

Here, locally.

Okay, here goes, finally; down the rabbit hole.

 

Yesterday’s Memorial for Charlie Kirk, which reportedly captured the actual physical presence of 200,000 people, including luminaries from the Trump administration, and apparently bringing Trump back together with Elon, felt staged to me. Just like the “assasination” felt staged, whether or not Kirk  was actually killed. Whether or not Trump is in on it, or Elon, or any of the 200,000 people present.

Likely most of the people, perhaps even including Trump and Elon, are, even though in on it, also of good heart, aiming to help direct humanity to a prosperous future, while appreciating the extreme dangers of this political moment in time.

Even so, STAGED.

Something is up. And we sovereign souls don’t know what it is. All we know is that, though we can’t help but use our critical skills to try to “figure out what’s going on,” all the time we are being herded — like bleating sheep who keep blathering away about what all sorts of seeming “facts” mean, or whether they are “true,” and who to blame, or to exonerate, or to align ourselves with, or to divide ourselves from — to the technocratic slaughter.

Erika Kirk’s part in yesterday’s extravaganza bothered me just as much as her initial statement did after her husband reportedly died. It’s like this: when I look at her public behavior I want to throw up! I can’t help myself. My gut biome just refuses to accept what my eyes and ears are picking up.

While I — of course! — applaud her Christian understanding of the full implications of Gandhi’s  “an eye for an eye just makes the whole world blind,” her own intensely dramatic behavior did not feel genuine, authentic, to me. She felt like a performer. This was a performative act, meant to capture the hearts of all of us and transform those who want revenge into peaceful citizens.

Well of course! Who wouldn’t want that? What right-thinking (or left-thinking, we hope) person wouldn’t want that, above all else?

To maintain the civic order, or, I should say, to attempt to return to it before all hell breaks loose.

But the disconjunct between my sense of her feminine wiles and her actual words . . . I just couldn’t get over it.

Likely she was attempting to prevent further violence. And she meant it. But the details of her body language and voice intonation, the full-on to me staged emotionality of her “forgiveness” left me feeling weird, off. Something is off.

And it’s often the disjunction between words and authenticity that  leads to violence, war.

Katherine Austin Fitts:

 

 

On the brink of the 2025 Autumn Equinox: MEME FEVER DREAM

September 18, 2025

Memes have been collecting on desktop like crazy. So here goes, in two parts:

First: The nitty gritty of  “what we’re up against,” of what has been corrupting the “body politic,” in several areas.

 

WHAT WE’RE UP AGAINST:

The main poison, it appears to me, is what could be called TRANTIFA. I did not invent this word. Nor did I invent another word, UNLOOSHABLE, which, however, I am thinking about having printed on a T-shirt. Or maybe UNLOOSHED? Haven’t decided. But it would likely spur others, friends, family, strangers, to ask me questions, in which case I would get an opportunity to suck it up — and speak up!, both civilly and courageously, as a Braver Angel.

Notice how damn long this meme stream is. If you look around, it appears that every human institution has been infected. So let’s start with what I consider the worst.

BTW: I debated with myself as to whether or not I should include this first meme. So ghastly. And so, it appears, unfortunately, TRUE.

I actually remember back when I considered myself a liberal. Even voted for Obama the first time. This recognition about myself helps me move into compassion for others as they battle inner demons inexorably inserted from the outside.

From the outside: the way we are “educated,” i.e., indoctrinated. The way lonely souls seek company in order to feel validated. The way material “identity” has been substituted for spiritual essence. WHAT?

And the way the MSM works; I’m grateful that more and more of us are leaving that behind as totally FAKE.

Truly, the trantifa situation has degenerated into utter insanity:

Pretending that biology, on this embodied plane, is not real? WHAT?

Insisting that others participate in one’s pretending: WHAT?

We “conservatives,” for that is my leaning, though I try like hell to remain neutral, tend to blame the Democratic party. Their righteous DEI doctrine of inclusivity has inspired a wide variety of suffering souls to join the club.

Then, there’s RFK Jr., his utterly courageous determination  to confront fury:

Our enemies, clearly, are inside the gate.

All the rest is projection.

Inside our own internal gate, Hatred (cover for F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) simmers in the mass unconscious mind, and gets triggered via those so full of loosh (strong feelings that demonic and other beings feed off of) that they have apparently lost or severed their connection to the divine. As well as triggered in likely ALL of us at times, when we just can’t stand it anymore, and lash out! Mea culpa.

Remember, Ann, to cultivate that doubled awareness, with an inner witness to dispassionately observe your own feelings, rather than either bottling them up tight-lipped or reflexively expressing them externally. Simple (but difficult to learn) witnessing dissolves the divide within, and thereby the divide without — eventually. Patience and persistence required; in every single situation, and over the long term. That’s what we’re here for, folks, at the Turning Point of the first quarter of the 21st Century AD.

Am I alone in this understanding? No. Though my communion with even obvious others is hard to recognize at times.

Because it does really look like this, folks. This is not an exaggeration. We are on our way to extermination, if we don’t watch out.

Yeah . . .

 

HOW TO TRANSCEND OUR CURRENT (AND LONGSTANDING) IMPASSE:

A few memes for those digital warriors who have been working to expose the rot nonstop at least since the Q operation began, and for many of us, much longer. Even as far back as the JFK assasination.

We realize that

Or what my opinion is. Every impermanent perspective by a human being is merely a single “point of view” — THE POINT FROM WHICH ONE VIEWS THE WORLD, and therefore, inevitably, partial! Even if we had a 360° view, which we do not, given that we don’t have eyes in the back of our heads, even so: ANY SPACE CONTAINS AN INFINITE NUMBER OF POINTS!

And while some of us may have been digging longer than others . . .

Our perspective expanding into ever larger spaces as we go. . .

Even so, whenever we are face to face with another living human being, this is the reality:

Let us, each of us, join together with others as we stand up, and speak Truth, no matter what happens next.