Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).

During this ongoing scamplandemic, until recently, whenever I was “mandated” to wear a mask, I did, though always below my nose — spitefully putting it on just after entering a grocery store and taking it off just before leaving. I estimate that during these 18 months, I’ve had a below-the-nose mask on no more than two hours total. And only once, during these 18 looooong months, did a mask nazi bark, “COVER YOUR NOSE!” and that was in our friendly(?) local co-op! Ever since then, I go out of my way to avoid going there, and mostly succeed.
Of course, during the short period of time this year when masks were only required for the unvaxxed, like other contrarians I “identified” as vaxxed, and sailed through stores with bare face. Plus: I got the distinct impression that the masked ones in there were mostly vaxxed! —since so many many people in this academic town got the jab. Wait a minute. Isn’t the vax supposed to protect you? This is one obvious example of how things have gone completely topsy-turvy . . .
Once the deep state decided to ramp the plandemic up again, inventing the “delta variant” as a cover for the massive numbers of people who were falling ill just after getting the poisonous vax, of course the mandate tightened again, and there we were, all of us supposed to mask up again, even the vaxxed, who had thought getting the jab would free them!
Nope, sorry about that. There. will. be. no. return. to. “normal.”
Meanwhile, we have to continue to look at the “data” very very carefully. For example, did you know the reason why they can claim that “most ‘covid’ patients in hospitals are unvaccinated”? In other words, how they can scream that we’ve descended into a pandemic of the unvaxxed? It’s because a person is not counted as vaxxed until two weeks have passed from either the second shot or the first (for the J & J). And yes, most people who fall ill enough to go to the hospital do so well within that two-week span.
And of course, we now know that being hospitalized, given the protocols mandated by the FDA, or is it the NIH?, or the WHO, or the NWO? — is equivalent to a possible, even likely, death sentence. In short, hospitals are the gas chambers of the Covid Nazi agenda. Once the “patient” is put on Remdesivir and intubated, they usually die. See the Robert David Steele post. And see the funeral director post.
Okay, back to masks. Here’s a whistleblower post who talks specifically about the paper masks that most of us wear, boxes of which are conveniently available for those who “forgot” upon entering a store.

Please read this entire thread. It starts:
In other words, besides processed “food, ” GMOs, pesticides, fluoridated water, chemtrails raining from the skies, teflon pans, Big Pharma drugs designed to keep us sick, — on and on, ramped up hugely since World War II when chemical weapons were repurposed as pesticides — the dreaded word “covid” finally arrived as the end game, amped up since January 2020 (but really, way way before that, given the many decades of planning, including the final, Gates sponsored Event 201) —
— plus the official Faux-ci determination to demonize real therapeutics like Ivermectin and HCL, and recently, the knowledge that hospital protocols kill, we now know that these sometimes Chinese made masks, are themselves killing us.

Whoopee! It’s a wonder any of us are still alive!
Recently, I’ve decided not to wear my mask, even below my nose, unless I’m not feeling rested enough that day to be able to handle whatever someone would throw at me for not wearing it. Usually, there’s no problem. I’m the only one in the store unmasked, but nobody looks at me as if I’m evil or full of cooties. Perhaps, secretly, they are filing away the fact that here’s an old lady without a mask. She’s not scared. Why not? Perhaps red-pilling begins just that way, with a moment of doubt.
Another person I know, who has not worn a mask at all, no matter where he is, during this “delta” stage of their plandemic, though he does carry one in his pocket in case someone does ask, was standing in a very long line at Krogers yesterday, the only one without a mask, and nobody looking at him weird, when he got into a conversation with a woman who looked to be in her sixties. She started it: “So you’re not wearing a mask?” “No, never want to wear one again.” “Are you vaxxed?” “Hell no. Would never do that to my body, although I do take plenty of supplements and eat well otherwise. He ticked them off: Vitamin C, D3, Zinc, Quercetin, C-60, Ivermectin . . . and showed her an app on his phone where she could get the Zelenko Protocol, to include most of the ones he takes. She warmed up. Said she had gotten the first shot, but felt so sick afterwards that she’s determined never to get another one. “About six months ago,” she continued, “I stopped reading and watching mainstream news. Now I go to all sorts of alternative sources.” “Which ones?” She named Mel K, Charlie Ward, Simon Parkes, all people decidedly in the red-pill camp. He praised her for thinking for herself, knowing that she’s feeling very alone in her ongoing transformation.
I bet this lonely woman sailed out of Krogers with winged feet, so excited was she to meet another authentically sovereign human soul.
YES!
Son Colin said he wanted to do his meditation out on his outdoor couch. Okay. So I set up on the screened porch here.
This is the fifth Sunday in a row, starting with the Full Moon in Leo, August 22. The meaning of LAF?

Our private Telegram group, which began with six members, now has seven. Meanwhile, I’ve come across in person three former strangers who told me they are also joining us for this meditation. Which makes me think there are already likely lots more, across this nation and beyond, all dedicated to serving the whole by energetically alchemizing F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real) into LOVE.
BTW: President Trump said, at the end of a speech he gave on 911, that we need to “pray for the next 21 days.” That was eight days ago. thirteen days to go. I, for one, have decided to meditate daily for the duration.
Here’s one way to describe us:

If you are also meditating with us, and want to join the private Telegram group, let me know and I will add you. But remember to give me the name you use on Telegram!
BTW: this little Telegram group is intensely active.
I would also love it if others would comment on this and further Sunday posts as to what your meditation was like. What you went through. What parasitic aspect of this multidimensional reality you found yourself clearing during that particular meditational experience.
Today, for me: I found myself almost instantly going underground, once again. During our very first meditation, I had found myself inside the thick, stuck, cemented in core of the earth. And that all I could do was endeavor to loosen it a bit, so that it might begin to let go of stuck FEAR from century upon century of all-too-human carnage.
Which reminds me: I once had a conversation with my dear, long deceased husband Jeff, about the idea of actually traveling to places we know where horrific battles occurred, horrific rape and pillage, recognizing that the very land is poisoned by residual human FEAR. But then, what land on this planet is not? Here in the U.S. we have only to remember the genocide of Native Americans, and the bloody Civil War. And if this latest global genocidal attempt, via the “vaccine,” actually bears poison fruit, resulting in millions upon millions of deaths, then FEAR will have pushed out LOVE.
So, to return to this morning’s meditation.
This time, what got my attention was all the DUMBS (Deep Underground Military Bases) and tunnels between them.

During my 20-minute meditation, it felt like I was scouring, inch by inch, horizontally and vertically, round the interior of this holy holey! globe, and that I, and others, will need to do this again and again. So much horror buried down there, so many black projects, so many children’s bodies, so many ET and hybrid experiments. Really sickening. Part of the purgation that absolutely must be disgorged during this extraordinary Plutonian time.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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Thanks for this one, Ann! I resonate with the part…