The One I didn’t want to write but wrote anyway. Stop reading. There’s no reason for you to actually read the words I’m about to write unless you sincerely believe that we’re all significantly interwoven and connected on this planet. If you believe otherwise, there’s no need to read onwards. I’m not sure what to do first. Give you my data and synopsis or simply lay it out in a timeline format. The subject I’m about to broach is so vastly outside my realm of normal thinking that it would take my entire lifetime to figure out what I’m about to write. We’re in an age where the conspiracy theory is rampant like a demon trotting the globe. Hence my utter reluctance to even whisper a word of the knowledge I’ve been imparted with… a knowledge I didn’t seek out but instead tackled me. Let’s go with the timeline. About the time I started winning cannabis awards, I had retired from corporate America and was liberated as a slave to the machine. I didn’t fully understand the machine but was glad with my liberation. IN that zeal and gladness to be feeling not only freedom but also new found privilege, set out to put that clearly full account to the good work. My first assignment was legalization. Only, every time I googled the terms “legalize cannabis” would another search term pop up. Every time. Without fail. Repeatedly. Over the years I’ve taken to screenshotting this “anomaly”. I use air quotes because as of this morning I no longer believe that the alternate search results that generate when one types “Legalize ca” are by accident. It’s there. It’s been there the whole time. I didn’t bother to check the internet prior to my cannabis win because the big brother of the corporate world was always looking over my back. I had even lost a (not so great) bakery job, early in my bakery career over internet content I created and posted online. I wasn’t in violation of any agreements. It’s just that, without laws protecting content creators, employers are free to stalk their employees and be as harsh as they fully please. I digress. I say that to say, that prior when I was in more actively stalked and watched state I wasn’t active in cannabis culture openly due to repercussions that would surely impact my employment situation. So why search for something I couldn’t actively participate in? Which brings me to… “Why is this result showing up?” I’ve always been a well-trained individual. I take classes, I get educated, I’m certified and I learn how to do things I’m not even required to learn. Just to stay fresh. In that same light, I also trained other individuals in the workplace in certain career fields. One field, computer programming took my midwestern ass to NYC and programmer training, where I was the trainer. I was the computer programmer trainer in NYC. Me. I was so good at what I did someone else stole my test and submitted it as their own. I turned on the thief and in the process lost my certification. Now, I may have lost my certification, but I certainly retained absolutely every tiny bit of code I absorbed into my human matrix. It was there the whole timeIt simply became part of who I would become. The understanding of basic code, writing code and also… search terms. The “why” of how a search term could have precedence over another. That understanding to know, to deduce logically that yes, in fact these are the terms that are currently the most searched terms when the letters “legalize ca” are typed. Most are NOT looking for cannabis. But another, far darker and more sinister word. It’s so disgusting what I have to tell you next, I needed to wash my mouth out with sugar and tea. Recently the Catholic Church has quite a bit of egg on their face regarding the indigenous youth and the “schools” they were violently relocated to against theirs and the tribal wishes. Many of these youths lost their lives and hundreds if not thousands of graves are being uncovered every day. What appears plainly to have been an attempt at genocide at the hands of the Catholic Church. Shameful. Yet staring us directly in the face. To Jeffrey Epstein, the wealthy socialite who peddled flesh and then supposedly met his demise in an unwatched high end jail cell. My, how convenient. To fast forward to last night’s SNL where in three tidy scripts the message is clearly laid out. Annie comes out and tells us directly what’s going on. It’s hard to watch, hear, listen, know and digest. But put the filter of Annie over the filter of Jeffrey Epstein and the most terrifying question I’ve ever asked the universe gets answered. To listen to the tales of the victims of the Epstein operation is to hear them tell of scores of numbers of voices that for whatever reason are completely and utterly silent regarding their dealings with Epstein. The universe whispers, “the secrets in the sauce.” So we fast forward through pizzagate and somewhere the message is “eating babies” but over and over as the SNL founding father Jason clearly states. “Not babies.” To hear another snippet from a fresh take on a new world the script reads “We simply have too many girls.” Snowpiercer ate babies. But Epstein? His victims. They ate the evidence. The children weren’t babies. They were girls. 12-17. They were stolen. They were paraded. They were abused, victimized and then in a disgusting twist… they were served for dinner. They may have even been paraded around first like some weird prize or trophy. In dinner for schmucks we see the table set. Only it wasn’t schmucks. It was women. Young flesh, ripe for picking. Unobserved, unserved, unloved, ignored and oh so easily missed from the landscape. Why? Because they don’t value females. The only females that are prized are the ones with a price herself. And the ones willing to consume that which should never touch the lips. 1000's of girls were delivered to Epstein in France, uncheckedSo Ghislaine , she served them up. Then she dined. What a sick fuck. They can’t hide from this. The genie is out of the bottle. I’ve got assurances from the Universe and the devil wants to you to know plainly, this is not his jam. He’s more into rock and roll and tv. Human flesh gives gas. (My face is grim and downcast at this translation.) I don’t know what’s next after this reveal. This one was a bit much for me. I’d rather know than not know. It helps me to feel like I need to prepared for anything. And there’s no reason why I shouldn’t know this truth. The trick is to know what to do with it next.
I’m just going to sit. This isn’t dinner conversation. I wrote it down. I coped, I dealt and I sought counsel among loved ones. That’s really the best I can with what I know. I’m not on some personal crusade. I’m just that lone voice in the wilderness. I won’t be eating any meat from any strange tables. And that is for certain. I’m a social vegan now and that is simply that. Trust the energies. They don’t lie.
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What the fuck? What the actual fucking fuck? Did you give one thought at all about who you might meet in the woods? Did you give one thought at all about how awful it looked to see you approaching as you did? Did you give you give one thought at all to whom you might be approaching as you did on that day looking like you did? Did you think at all? We never gave two shits if you actually were who you said you were. The weapon removes that caring. We cared for ourselves only in that moment as we three stood facing your very armed face. You were armed. We were not. Yet there you stood facing three un-armed beings looking at fungus on the ground. We told you why we were there, even though we owed you nothing. We gave you something. What did you give? Fear. Intimidation. Were you friendly? Were you sincere? Were you nice? We didn't know. We only picked up creepy creeper creeping vibrations when you told us you've been sitting here or an hour watching. What? US? We've been here 20 minutes and we're moving along quickly. You also waited until we were done and leaving. You could have said something sooner. It was clear we were there for a few minutes. But as you clearly saw, as you watched from your dark place of hiding... we were moving quickly along. And we did move quickly along. Before you approached. While you were approaching. And even after you made contact, while standing in the woods holding your weapon of choice. We moved along quickly. So your theatrics with the weapon were excessive and unwarranted for nature enthusiasts and photographers. You said you owned a hundred acres. I say, Prove it.
You said you owned a hundred more. I say Prove it once more. When i tell you who I am, listen up and listen good because I'll be back. I'll be back to talk greater shit about you in your corner of the woods until you never approach my group again. Back the fuck all the way Precious Hunter and never approach with your weapon again. If you see me in the woods, lay your weapon down and just do not approach. Do not approach. Be Kind. Leave the weapon behind. |
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