Saturn Day Realness in Current Events

I decided to do my Sunday self-care routine on Saturday morning instead. I thought that I had plans with my mother in the afternoon to check out a shop called Jacob’s Trading. I also wanted to take her out for lunch since I have more access to society again. The shop sells healing crystals and esoteric things of that nature. My mother suddenly became interested in crystals. She’s an Aquarius, that just makes sense to me. She explained to me that she’s always had a curiosity, at minimum. Those plans were for next weekend, however. I didn’t catch that. Not the end of the world. I had a headache anyway.

My sister came by this morning and dropped her kids off. I agreed to babysit so she could go to the dentist. I was looking forward to having my niece and nephew over. They were also excited to come over. I’m the fun uncle and my nephew hasn’t been to many places. He’s a con-19 baby. His whole life has been under the boot of the government. With a target on his back by the non-victims afraid of a mythical virus that has a 99% survival rate. Who want to use children as a shield to protect them. The pro-lockdown people are the axis of all evil. They are cognitively defunct and the consequences of doing everything blindly will be catastrophic for them. They earned their diseases and they earned what is coming for them.

My neighbour downstairs was going crazy. She was banging on her ceiling, texting my roommate and I committed to not caring. Come summer I won’t be able to have my window open because of all the noise she will be making. Also, I won’t be able to look out the window on a nice day without seeing her laid out practically naked tanning. The visual assault of it all. The more miserable I can make cluster B people the better. People who commit to being miserable are just play-things to me. Covert narcissists. It’s like poking dead things with a stick except it’s poking a braindead person with an opinion. In this case, a taste of their own medicine.

Today my plate is pretty empty. I really should start reading. I’ll up my groceries and swing by my work because I forgot my phone in my locker. It gives me an excuse to window shop all of the stores in that area. I’ll do my usual meal preps.

I’ve been trying to disconnect from the politics and the vaccine inquisition that is trying to herd us all into a one-world medical religion but it’s a little hard. I don’t have the extra chromosomes to blindly trust the news and I don’t have the intellect of an eighth-grader who blindly ignores the news also. It’s a balancing act because this can consume a person. I don’t feel sorry for those who failed to modernize and become digitally literate enough to inform themselves. At a minimum we should be auditing what the news says, you don’t even need to unbake the fake news with real facts and data at this point. Just need simple logic and reason. It’s hard to witness adults fail miserably to use even that. Whatever just let the dead tend to the dead. Gen X and boomers are cognitively dead, dumb and defunct if they haven’t woken up now. Those who haven’t by now never will. Those two generations were raised to shut up and listen and obey. They have been brainwashed their whole lives for this moment in time so they can play $cience says and deliver us to open slavery.

I’m still recovering from my horrible day on Friday. To add to that madness of a day I was pulled into the office to add information to my work profile. They wanted me to add my gender identity and sexual identity to it. I chose not to disclose. They wanted my ethnicity when I started and I didn’t disclose that either. It’s condescending and patronizing. I’m tired of being coerced into playing leftist politics with this company. I have the radical far-right extremist belief that I should be valued for my character and choices.

When I was talking about this with Toni I had uttered the words “I am gay” which used to be something I could say easily. It felt weird, it felt wrong because I don’t wear identities anymore. I pushed through those limiting beliefs in 2019. I’m not a gender I have a gender. I’m not my attractions I have attractions. I’m not my ethnicity I have an ethnicity. I’m not a legacy, a caste, creed, or political belief etc. I’m an individual consciousness having a temporary human experience. I want to be my authentic self and not be assigned a set of beliefs, a set of opinions etc. To fake a personality for people. I can participate in those identities but I do not belong to them. Everything has been inverted so calling racism, sexism and misogyny “progressive” means we are moving forward and not backward. Idiots.

Some people just suck at life, they suck at health, they have weak characters and make bad choices. Nobody is responsible for them, they’re not victims. They’re just committed to being disappointments and they think they thrive by being burdens to society. I’ve had that brainwash. That programming still exists in my consciousness and so I know that these victim mentalities fuel people’s narcissism. These neo-Marxists are dangerous. These woke supremacists are who our history warned us about. Not that they will ever have the self-awareness to see it. We can’t help these people, they have to go through their trials on their own.

Anyway, on with my day, I suppose. I started a book called Dispelling Wetiko Breaking the Curse of Evil by Paul Levy. Wetiko is a native American term used to describe the disease that is plaguing human consciousnesses. The closer I get to the truth, any truth, the further from reality I look to those who are cognitively hijacked. They are possessed, they are sleepwalking through it all. We all spiritualized our own prison but in this turning of the age we wake up. There will always be contrast, of course. Non-duality and all that shit. Let the dead tend to the dead. It’s hard to coexist with these people that commit to talking points from the news, who accept NASA’s cartoons as real life, who dogmatically believe in germ theory, and who preach the fake word of God. Just whatever. I need to go make friends on my level. Whose eyes won’t gloss over whenever I speak about anything I am passionate about.

You use too many big words…
If that were true that would be in the news…
You’re a victim of my oppression…
But science says…
It says in the bible that…

Derps.

Love this song, I love this young artist. She is a contralto with phenomenal control. Her performances on the reality shows that she participated in over in Russia are haunting. She is an enchantress. She makes me think of pre-Christian Russia. Pre-Christian anything is good stuff. I see women connecting to it. Wicca, occultism, Gnosticism, shamanism, whatever else etc. The feminine returns in this turning of the age. Returning to Christian values would spoil that. Christianity is a destructive force, not a uniting force, Anyway, on with my day. It’s going to be a long one. I’m fasting today. I already know that I am going to fail.

Last updated March 06, 2022