This feels like an “end of winter” post, when everything’s melting down and we don’t know what is what. None of the old structures, visible or invisible, work anymore as designed; in fact they’re crumbling around us, as primal Plutonian energy presses up from earth into roots, sprouting shoots pushing up from last year’s leaf cover to greet the sun as it rises further and further north each day, remaining above longer and longer, bringing light and warmth.

Most of us still feel stiff, stodgy, somewhat bogged down from the old, confused-as-hell (if you’re like me) as to “what’s really going on” in the geopolitical arena, and yet being embodied souls, earthlings, we also feel the rising sap within ourselves; and some are even using that long incubated and now released seed of creative energy to artistically depict or express the nature of our still being “down under,” or enclosed tightly within some kind of dark box, breathing in and out, blind yet, but knowing, inside, feeling the rising energy, like a faint drumbeat within the heart, saying, yes, yes, all is possible.

For example, 21-year-old Ethyl, who lived here in Green Acres Permaculture Village in 2021 for what I now call “seven restless months,” after which she traveled to Costa Rica to spend a month with a “permaculture circus;” Ethyl is now back in the area, living with her boyfriend Aaron until she goes to the Phillipines, her ancestral home, for a yet unknown period of time. Just when that happens, she’s not sure. Meanwhile, she’s been down inside her own dark night of the soul. And today, I opened facebook to discover this:

So Ethyl figured out how to rig her purple shrouded body upside down on the top structure of Aaron’s greenhouse in order to give artistic expression to the dissolution of form into mush a caterpillar endures before emerging from cocoon as a butterfly!

Ethyl expresses herself like this:

She also gracefully acknowledges the person who inspired her to do it.

Ethyl’s journey in space and time is illustrative of humanity’s journey out of long-term enslavement by those would call themselves our masters, as we emerge from the two-year long covid con cocoon, which in turn, depending how far back you dare to go, itself emerged from the inside job of 911 cum Patriot Act and yet more war, which in turn emerged from the takeover of the USG with the Kennedy assasination, which in turn emerged from the founding of the secretive, predatory CIA in 1947, which in turn emerged from the takeover of the financial system by the Federal Reserve in 1913, plus, just one year prior, the takeover of  herbal, naturopathic and other time-honored healing arts by surgery and drugs via Rockefeller’s Flexner Report in 1912 that established and systematized allopathic medicine. In this manner, the Flexner Report leads directly to the Covid Con. For if our minds are separate from our bodies which in turn are machines that must be tended by outside “experts,” then any amount of repeated fear porn can cow us into submission.

All this corruption in just in one century! A never-ending tale of subjugation of the many by the few. Now try going centuries back, even millennia. You will find the same old story, over and over again.

Ethyl’s story is ours. And though our new form is yet to emerge, many are experimenting with new ideas, new ways of thinking, new approaches.

Item: David Wilcock, newly divorced, now lets his hair grow wild and is beginning a new adventure by throwing his resources into a company that designs and manufacture “hover cars.

Item: Jon Rappoport, an independent journalist who has been investigating and eviscerating corrupt matrix nodes that have hoodwinked humanity for 21 years, has decided to add another daily blog to his NoMoreFakeNews.com.

I’m adding another blog: Major Announcement

Where do we go from here?

Well, the sky’s the limit,

which means:

THERE IS NO LIMIT.