THE (Border) WAR WITHIN MY MIND

 

Last night I watched most of the current video put out by Redacted.inc, a production of the wonderfully insightful team, Natali and Clayton Morris (both former mainstream journalists). The first part of their discussion, on what’s going on at our southern border, starts at about minute 30, and, wouldn’t you know, is called, simply, WAR.

I admit, I got scared. Scared of even more massive hordes about to invade the U.S on this day when Title 42 runs out. This phenomenon is what one seasoned journalist they interviewed, Michael Yon,  calls “weaponized migration,” and, Yon reminds us, it’s nothing new, but has been practiced for centuries. Invade a country with armed young men, turn them on the occupants, take over.

Searching further for Michael Yon, here are two that stood out. Haven’t pursued them yet, but border issues do seems to be his specialty.

So of course, like anyone seeking to defend her personal home, I reacted just the way they, the cabal/communists/globalists/ etc. wanted me to.

 

Check out this piece, from John Whitehead, which David Icke put up on his site. Wise words. There’s always, always, a countervailing narrative. Period.

Remember, re-member, “put back together” again, Ann, your capacity to occupy the space between and within all polarities!

Danger within Government Is Turning America

into a Constitution-Free Zone

 

It starts with one question, and then goes on to discuss possibilities, probabilities, and realities.

 

Question: as the financial system disintegrates, how much of current efforts to do anything nefarious will fall by the wayside? It takes money to weaponize migration, lots and lots of it. Money is and has been, unfortunately, the greatest motivator, sometimes the only motivator, in a civilization that has disintegrated to the point where many (most?) of its citizens live without knowledge of their own sovereign soul, and its unflinching, totally individuated purpose in this particular lifetime.

The border war is within my mind, not my soul. My soul lives in the infinite interior space in which all impermanent polarities battle it out, looking upon this fierce play with both wonder and compassion, remaining sovereign, at one with all.

 

 

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