Perestroika

Year of Our Lord, 2024

The United States of America loses the Cold War

If the Soviet Union no longer existed then to whom did the United States lose the Cold War? 

May I hint?

It's an ideology, not a person or a place.

In the air, on land, and sea

 

snowflakes scattered in the air

betwixt and in-between 

upon this little peak 

where air and land often meet

golden light saturates the space

organic matter light a fire

a gulf which was once sea

where sun and land often meet

jungle green on the blackest night

 air wet with fright and delight

eternal river of life 

where water and land often meet

Star Date: Eleven One, Twenty Twenty Four

 

Kind Jupiter, Jupiter is not kind. Do people even know from where their words arise? 

It's January 11, a Thursday.

The talking heads on the screens are concerned the Secretary of Defense was incapacitated and in the intensive care unit relating to an elective surgery he had and for days the arms of the military didn't know (supposedly) or the White House which would mean the President of the US had no idea his guy in charge of the United States military forces was out of commission. They are acting as if any of those players are consequential and have any real power. They can make trouble, they aren't in charge.

Your vote doesn't matter, they are not afraid of you. The State prosecutes political opponents and frames dissent thinkers and only allows you to see and hear what they want, an algorithm just for you. 

Your everyday is normal: you drop your children to school, you drive to work, you gather with friends...but you don't actually talk about the truth that your Federal government has been overtly taken over...do you? 

"Did you watch the debate?"

"The one on X, or Tim Pool, or CNN?" 

"Desantis or Trump?"

"Trump and Ramaswamy?"

"What are they going to do with Biden?" (I thought they would have 86ed him awhile ago.)

This is not the United States of America, except it is. 

It's Federal policy for men to be allowed into girls spaces and be called women. I know I say it often but the magnitude of this pervasive perversive perversion is not born out of 'kindness', in any way. It's Federal policy to sexualize your child and queer them. I know it sounds absurd, you know it's real but perhaps it's difficult to fathom the consequences...society retarders meld mental health to public health to sexual health to public good...did you grasp that? I recommend the gold pill after the red ones.

...meanwhile someone will say, "just be kind", to the person pointing out that no, Rachel Levine is not the first woman anything.

I got the memo not to kink shame, sent from the army guy in the pup mask.

It's still January 11, there are protests by people carrying the red, black, white, and green flag, and they block major road ways to inconvenience regular normal people trying to get somewhere. They block these road ways and the police do nothing about it. The Non Governmental Organizations that organize these protests are paid for by with grants funded by your tax dollars. 

Oh yeah that's right, we have guns, so many guns but unless you are training in groups those guns scattered here and there or even in a compound in Waco will do no good against the hard power of the State. Those guns you need because the police are not there to protect you from the criminal any more and out of curiosity what is a criminal if the State legalizes the stealing of goods under a certain dollar amount? 

Oh, you know this? I will believe it when I hear people talking about it openly and engaging in real solutions, or is the solution gas leaks and railroad subversion? Lawsuits? There is no legal system with out enforcement. When those that control your funds can turn them off because they don't like what you said or who you gave your money too is that when you will act? Don't believe it or think it can't happen to you? You might also think your vote counts. 

As these protesters continue to inconvenience normal people while the police aid them, policy writers are getting paper to pen with 'new laws' and 'new ways' to deal with these protesters that are inconvenient and paid for and also assisted with/by your tax dollars. New better cameras on all the corners for 'your safety', so they can identify their masked suspect; facial recognition can see beyond the mask and your face is everywhere.  

The media literally report what is written for them and the the illusionary subversive media that get paid by the system and the more they say what the system wants, the more money they make while working in the color revolution system.

X marks the spot, or is it all Greek to you?

 Oh so many event matters currently taking place...

...the Vatican has renounced Our Fathers ways just as the Protestant church flying any rainbow flag has.

...meanwhile Israel is continuing its obliteration of the peoples in the Gaza Strip and Ukraine is still sacrificing its children so their and our leaders can funnel money into their velvet lined pockets while OTANNATO surrounds Russia. Oh you wanna talk about China? 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

...but wait there's more! 

You have to see it to believe it.

It's a windy Thursday

on the day of the eleventh 

first month of this year we call January 

in the year of our Lord

two thousand and twenty four

Saturns Sinister Decimation

 

Ludere

38G

Do you think there is hope? Hope for what? The future? How long are we looking down the road? tomorrow? 10 years? 110? How far do you want to let yourself go into the future?  111000? When does the past become the future? 

There are craters on the earth for sure, it didn't have to be big. And you know the 10 percent rule, decimate. Decem = 10, we leave 10 percent behind or take 10, it's the choosing, ones and zeros but not like you think. 

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When the world was ruled by Saturn it was a different time and now this world we live is ruled by Jupiter, all by any other names is still the same. 

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Being inside a lighted geode is how I would describe it

reds and pinks 

some full form paths

easy to read if you can read quickly

some more dissipated 

they change vectors frequently

it all plays out in slow motion no matter how fast the 

vectors change

Red Shift

We read the past

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A conduit of energy that some people can read is how I would describe it

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Being bombarded with streams of visions is how I would describe it

Blues and Greens

with stabs of Red

all clear and precise 

fortunes told

unfolding

Blue Shift

We See the future

...

So you were saying, how far into the future do you want to go to find hope and hope for what? I guess it would depend on what someone sees around them. I'm gonna go on a bit of a jaunt down a tangent for moment...in the last few years I saw the cowardice of men and women. Those that refused to stand up or even say out loud the multitude of errant ways left wing society enjoys to put on a pedestal its evil deeds; and makes you bow to them, shall I go through them or do you wanna look around? People will turn to ashes again, they always do. It's easier than reading the palm of your hand when you raised it to accept something that you knew was not right. 

Oh, this year you want to know about? Didn't you see? There is an election in a very important country, or at least that is what the talk is about, that is the hope many have. They point guns at citizens and call people that don't believe in sacrificing children to their god terrorists and normie everydayers think their vote counts. It cracks me up, they have a religion of sacrificing children, literately, and you parrot them and say woman should have the right to choose but now that can't say that because you don't have the right to choose, remember that mandated by your company vaccine*...  I think they just want to believe their vote counts and they will pull their mask up when directed to...because they have been pussified. 

I really thought they would have gotten rid of the old man that took the oath by now. I'm also looking forward to how it will go down. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The electricity in the air is vibrant  

Ether Navigation

On our way to Rome we stopped in Florence, there we stayed at the Loggia dei Servi di Maria. It's part of a marvelous square made of The Basilica della Santissima Annunziata, (The Basilica of the Most Holy Annunciation), the Ospedale degli Innocenti, (Hospital of the Innocents), and also a cafe on the corner.

This place you See is the space that the servants of Mary stay on their way to Rome, to be in the Papal audience. The Basilica, a Tardis of grandeur made for the Mother of God, but what prey tel is under the mother's belly? How many bones upon bones do we bury at our sacred sites. Across the way is yet another reminder in the smallness of time, what used to be an orphanage with a row of dots, shadow reliefs of babies half swaddled where the babies were welcomed for one reason or another; they were there through no fault of their own. 

We had a balcony so perfect to sit at one side of the table you went through one door and get to the other there was yet another. The doors, old fashioned by todays fashion, several layers of hinges and glass, with evergreen drapes to stop the morning sun, behind it hung a fabric so sheer to blur the real world as they would flow through the wind like ghosts through time.  

This is a place 

there I used my words and asked 

there a storm did come

then the truth was shown

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

On her knees she wept upon every alter as she prayed to her Father on the bones of old for the children. The women cared not for them anymore, would sell them to men, or treat them like play things as they mutilated the child's body like only a forked tongue daemon would do. The father of lies had escaped his bond, unleashed with the mother of his children, Hate, Envy and Blame rearing their heads high as Spite leaped from their beastly mouths.

On a different day, a different place but still all the same she could hear the talons of the daemon scrap and clack on the floor behind her, in another sense of sight she saw it rise half here half there. The stench of rot and spittle dripping from fangs morphing to light that sweeps the air. On her knees she stayed with trust, and then the tiny pixels every where that blurred life were not what she saw. Looking down below from where she was, although it was not hight she found her self but she could see below and still know there is an above, over there too, path ways everywhere, she could see pieces of a maple tree, dead leaves hanging on after their life was over waving in a breeze. When she looked straight ahead she saw the maple tree but could tell, although the pixels were gone there was another break of sight, not even the air she noticed was what it should be. She breathed in and moved forward down a hall and through the smoky cloud and then she looked around and all was almost clear. She could see the particles and gasses the life unseen that moved still all around her. The smell of leaves decaying beneath the maple tree, the air when she breathed in deep was cold and refreshing. 

On to a reality that is separate, the static left behind they moved her forward through time, 3 revolutions they took her through, time and space the same and nothing ever still. 

The smell of tobacco and thick coffee permeated the air, 

the voices low so not to disturb her as she swam through the ether.

The Higher Ground

 

The Data is clear. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

How many churches have violated the holy Mother? 

Hallow Howl

A voyeur from the future, time and light refraction in the ether where we are allowed to See.

she could hear the hollow howl of the wind 3 layers in 

the taste of salt on her lips left over from the passage 

there was must and dank in the air

The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos that stopped 3 inches above her ankles and a pair of practical black and white shoes that fit her feet tightly sat down in the balcony of the theater. Here there and everywhere there were places hidden and some in the open where connections were made, with the chatter of the uniforms below she took a peruse around and heard their sounds some were please of forgiveness, she knew they would not bother her. This balcony refit over time was dusty and bits of hairs, long and short, straight, and golden, youthful and unblemished and curls of black and gray gathered in the crevasses in the dirty, dark, cherry red carpet unseen by the masses. On the left side of the balcony, closest to the stage there was a passage way, a plug in of last retort. She looked down at the uniforms chattering away and for just a moment 5 looked up and took eye aim at something in the corner of the their sight, they turned and sat down in peace no cause for shame. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos took the key frorm, her many collected and opened the passage. The blue of the room was cold and pale, and there, again, the left side of the wall was a row of plugs under a console of machines looking back; "pop, pop, fizz, fizz voltaic light ignite the sin" she blew her whisper into the air through her lips that still tasted of salt, as she pulled the third plug in. The woman clad in the black T-shirt and forest green chinos heard the hallow of the wind again.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story