SIGNS OF ALIVENESS, vibrate out from the center . . .

August 26, 2021

THE UNIVERSE IS INFINITE, HAS NO CIRCUMFERENCE.

THEREFORE, THE CENTER IS EVERYWHERE!

YOU . . . ARE THE CENTER!

This morning’s local Herald-Times brought a welcome story from, not surprisingly, given  increasing national attention on newly fractious school board meetings, our own local, Bloomington Indiana school board meeting! As a result, in this left-leaning, “politically correct” academic town, one courageous young woman, Margaret Menge, is now leading the way towards not just non-compliance with renewed city and county mask “mandates,” but active public resistance. Plus: this story appeared on the front page, above the fold; tiny there, but taking up fully half of page three under title “Masks.” 

I was surprised to find that  Menge was not vilified by the reporter, Emily Cox; that indeed Cox attempted to impartially present “both sides” of the argument of which we all well know the parameters.

The dispute began:

“Time for public comment brought outbursts with people disagreeing with one another and speakers taking over the allotted three minutes. The scene was not unlike many other school board meetings across the state, a change from the often mundane school board meetings of pre-pandemic times.”

When it came time for Menge’s comment, she “walked into the room with a mask on, then took it off once at the microphone, “because I can’t breathe.”

“The masks are stupid; I think you know they are stupid.” She went on from there, despite to be told to follow the rules (keep mask on while speaking), “and audience members chimed in. Many people were talking or shouting at once.”

“We want to hear what she has to say!” audience members yelled. “Let her talk!” Some people clapped loudly.

Menge eventually left the room entirely, having stirred up the entire place into a needed frenzy.

Menge was not the only one who strenuously objected to the mask mandate. However, she was the only one who dared to comment without the “required” mask.

I want to meet this woman. She’s on facebook. Have reached out to her.

For the entire story, see this:

https://www.heraldtimesonline.com/story/news/education/2021/08/26/mccsc-mask-mandates-covid-delta-variant-public-comment-board-meeting-monroe-county-community-schools/8240622002/

Meanwhile, in a neighboring state, Michigan:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jktvh6k0qys&ab_channel=TagGriffs

And, in Australia, well-known by this time as the testing ground of the totalitarian end-game, this:

https://t.me/qthestormrider777/1017

You’ll need to get on Telegram to see it this extremely articulate young woman talk.

Q) The Storm Rider is one of my favorite Telegram sources, as well as Santa Surfing, Martin Geddes (who vowed to get off due to censorship, but appears to be back on, Kanekoa the Great, Praying Medic, Brian Cates, CodeMonkeyZ, Mel Q, Project Camelot, and others. One could easily spend all day on Telegram. This platform, BTW, is the one we’ve decided to use to connect those who participate in our regular Sunday Ceremony to Alchemize Fear with Love, at 8 AM, your own time zone. We started last Sunday, at the exact moment of the immensely powerful 29° Leo August Full Moon which also conjuncted Regulus, and plan to continue, ramping up until whenever and wherever F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) arises, it automatically alchemizes into LOVE.  This is energetic work, well known to probably half the people alive by this time. I remember very well the first ever global meditation, at the Harmonic Convergence, in August 1987, 24 years ago. Two expansive, generous, fortunate Jupiter cycles ago. By this time, we are well aware that when even a tiny percentage of people focus energetically in unison, they begin to morph the future in the direction of their strong intent. The hundredth monkey effect, made famous back then, is REAL.

We are still looking at what the name of our Telegram Channel to connect participants should be. So far, we’re looking at two names seriously:  Fear Sucks, Love Inspires, and  Alchemize Fear!

But then, last night, I received a third consideration from my new proton mail link. Clare, who joins us from Australia,  tells me that her group has been playing with the word COVID, and have come up with this: Calling Our Vibration in Dreaming.

After all, she comments: “We are all about creating the new. One part of this is clearing out the old. (fear/parasites).”

Hmmm . . . Maybe have the official Telegram moniker be: COVID: Calling Our Vibration in Dreaming. But is this title too long? How about Calling Our Vibration in Dreaming? But can titles be partly bold on Telegram? On and on, fussing over details. Want to get this right! The language we use counts.

Any other suggestions? We want to have our Telegram channel up before our next Sunday Meditation. That’s only three days hence!

annkreilkamp@protonmail.com

Compounding Synchronicities POINT THE WAY

August 25, 2021

Yesterday afternoon, a niece called me from near the Canadian border, told me her husband, who works for the border patrol,  was on duty at the southern border and brought back Covid. Their two kids barely noticed it. But the two adults were really sick. After four sweaty, feverish days, her twin sister called, told her to take Ivermectin. She got the animal kind, for a 1200 pound horse. Took the amount calibrated for her weight, and within four hours began to feel much better.

A few hours earlier, I had sent the first post on this subject to both her and her younger sister, a permaculturist. In response to receiving the post, the younger sister called the older one to say that she has been experimenting with Artemisia, otherwise known as Sweet Annie, as another anti-parasitic for Covid.

The younger sister called the older one because she had noticed that Artemisia had another name, “Sweet Annie,” just after they had both received my (their Auntie Annie’s) email.

So that’s one synchronicity, and they both noticed it.

But it gets much stranger, more magical.

Yesterday, during our regular Tuesday morning work party, I had been busy clearing “weeds” from the back patio garden. Eyeing three strange plants, I asked housemate Ethyl, what do you think, pull these? She was on her way somewhere else and didn’t respond.

I began to pull them out, when I suddenly felt the urge to stop — and smell them. Oops! What is this? I called Ethyl over, and she found out, through her phone app, that this plant is Sweet Annie! Which happens to be the same plant Ethyl drank as a tea when she and her boyfriend (both vaxxed, by the way) got Covid! Ethyl had told me about Sweet Annie, that someone local had figured out that it would be good for Covid. She had told me because we’ve started our Sunday Ceremony to rid the world of the F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) inducing covid parasite — and she knew Sweet Annie was anti-parasitic.  But she had never seen it as an actual plant! And wouldn’t you know, Sweet Annie/Artemesia is growing voluntarily just outside! And I had just about gotten rid of it, but then did not, due to a sudden desire to smell it!

Wild.

Here’s the one that’s still in the ground, surrounded by perilla, another magically medicinal plant. We’re going to tincture the two I impulsively pulled out.