Antisemitism is the new climate change.

Antisemitism is the new climate change.

Jews are carbon too.

The [DS] is desperate.

Nothing is going well for them now.

The [DS] is powered by the Khazarian Mafia.

The [KM] has very limited imagination.

The [KM] will always revert to type.

It is for this reason that the Jewish community is now at risk. The [KM] will sacrifice Jews to promote the idea of antisemitism. How else can they sell it? There MUST be evidence. Just as in the pogroms in the past, in Poland, in Spain, in Italy, in Austria, and on and on. They need bodies in the streets, they need Jewish bodies horribly mutilated in order to sell a False Flag lie by their lying media.

This is no joke. This is a forecast of potential events to come.

My ALTA (Asymmetric Linguistic Trends Analysis) reports had frequent forecasts for this time we now are living through in which “pogrom” was a primary descriptor for the sets of events being forecast.

These forecasts included specific references. One was to an entire subdivision being surrounded and the Jewish houses attacked with fire. The descriptor set was truly horrific in tone.

These descriptor sets were included in the reports for many reasons, chief among them that perhaps forewarning would lead to prevention. The future is developing constantly and as such may be susceptible to efforts to change it.

Now that we are several years into this global, unrestricted war, the questions are more cynically presented as the times now demand that reality comes down to assessments of potentials and probabilities relative to strategies and tactics.

Just how many dead people will it take for the [DS/KM] to sell the idea that antisemitism is the new climate change? Who will they decide to sacrifice to that end?

WTF, eh?

WTF, eh?

There is work coming to you/us/I.

On July 13, 2018, I died from colon cancer. I was 65 years old.

It was painful. When entering the hospital, I had no fear as I did not assume I would be coming out. There was lots of pain though. We won’t go into the how & why that this occurred. A not very pleasant diversion from where we need to go today.

As you are reading this, you may be guessing that things did not work out the way I had assumed.

You would be correct.

I died just as anesthesia was being brought up to the table. It was something of a relief, death I mean, but one that did not last.

I had floated to the top of the room, and joined with the other parts of my over-all being, my ‘higher being’, as most would grok it. All was good at that point. I remember feeling really sad about the state of the body laying on the operating table, being sliced up, and the abuse it had taken to get to this stage. But, it was not my issue at that moment, I had died, and had been released from the corpse.

Or so it seemed. But as things progressed, the idea came across that I was not to be allowed to go on, but rather was being thrown back into both what remained of that body, and this world. After all, I was, still, technically, the ‘active Doer-in-the-Body’.

I objected. Seriously. There was still the feeling of some small level of ‘physical energy’, and I put that into my objections to my ‘higher self’ about this raw deal, as I saw it then.

It was kind of stupid thing to do. I was trying to argue my ‘self’ into some other position. LOL. Wasn’t going to happen. I tried pointing how badly the body was being mangled, how abused it was, how much was being removed, how thin it was, how weak, and it was all to no avail.

As the surgeon assistant stitched me up and the anesthesia levels dropped, I felt myself being hauled back into the corpse. As I was returning into the body, I was told “there is work coming to you/us/i”.

I was really really pissed about it.

My body was a wreck. It was at 128 pounds with clothes on. Usually it ran about 172. Big difference. And it was old. The cancer had depleted more than muscle, it had taken teeth, bone, and cartilage before killing me. Gruesome way to go. I know. Been there. Did that. Did not want to do it yet again.

One has no control over such things in this Matterium, in this Universe, so here I am, back with y’all.

Initially, I tried to die again over those four days of ‘recovery’ in the hospital. Then, on the fourth day, I realized that dying wasn’t going to ‘take’ with me, and I set about real recovery.

It was a serious challenge. I have healed from injuries intermittently throughout my life, some big, involving hundreds of stitches, and this was the roughest to date. It took me almost five months to get sufficiently through the anesthesia amnesia to regain some mental abilities. That’s when the difficult work began.

I needed to heal, so I researched healing. Right off I discover that our bodies only heal during sleep, so I set about creating my PureSleep formula to aid my body and to aid its capacity to sleep, and to sleep well.

There was more, much more… research and decisions to be made. I fired the oncologist team as I determined that they had no knowledge of how to heal from cancer, only how to ‘treat’ cancer, and even that, they did poorly judging by all the patients gathering in their waiting room, all dying, some fast, some slow. I could see it, having crossed so recently.

We won’t go to the health ‘care’ description, we are headed elsewhere in this Universe.

So, along through 2019, and 2020, as I was healing, I was also sued.

At first, for over a month, I did not accept the suit as real. It was sooo much horseshit strung together I was certain it was a joke.

There had been several ‘interactions’ between myself and an internet personality that I characterize as “butthead Corey Goode”, and that personality decided to include me in a lawsuit he filed against a number of people alleging, among other things, ‘cyber stalking’ that rose to the level of a R.I.C.O. claim.

Corey’s lawsuit against me sought 5/five million dollars as compensation for the ‘damages’ he claimed I had done to him. Basically it came down to that I did not accept his Gaia TV show as being factual, nor did I accept any of his claims as factual, and I said so.

Ok, so maybe I as a snarky fucker in how I said it. Could be. I was being subjected to huge body level issues at the time. Not only body issues in the cancer dying process as the affront being claimed took place in the years before my cancer induced death, but also attitude issues from that process of dying from an undiagnosed cancer, so I may have been reacting badly to Corey’s many attacks on me. Not only was he fighting on-line with myself, and some of the other defendants from his many cases, but he had, allegedly, also set actual stalkers, as well as a cyber stalking gang, into motion, or so it would seem from events that transpired over those years from 2015 onward.

So time passes, the lawsuits wax and wane, and I get impatient. I fired my attorneys, and went Pro Se. Within just barely a year, my strategy produced results, and the judges release me from this legal obligation through lack of jurisdiction. Hooray, say I.

Then what?

Sitting back, I realized that my feelings about the case were always of it being a ‘preliminary bout’. It dawned on me early that Universe was guiding this process. That the Corey lawsuit had been there to get my ‘fighting spirit’ back after the beat-down by the cancer (you cannot imagine how much cancer takes our ‘ki’ force). It worked. Corey’s case was just such a huge pile of bullshit, and so un-just, that it got me really angry at a very deep, core level.

Universe knows what it’s doing. That’s when covid came along.

I was already engaged in one battle, but the lawsuit was sloooow, many days happening between events, with me being a fast-study, and quick responder, I had time to fill so sliding over to doing battle with bullshit medical claims over our developing, unfolding, plan-demic was just a natural.

Of course, we all know where that led, to videos, to fights with foreign governments (AU & NZ) for things I suggested in those videos, to FBI contacts (which I refused… fuck’em) on behalf of those foreign governments, and ultimately my saying absolutely foul things like “Vitamin D, Zinc, CHAGA” and getting my Twitter account banned.

Along the way, though, Universe rewarded me, kind of like a pat on the head bit of encouragement by having the judges in the Corey case agree with me, and grant my Motion to Dismiss filing.

Such are the ‘cookies’ that Universe hands out. Proof you are on the correct path is not hard to find, IF you are on that path.

There are others. One arrived recently. It came in the form of the Corey Goode deposition on another of his lawsuits. In there he admits that the whole blue space chicken thing was made up. He also says that calling them chickens is slander, but what he fails to grasp, among much else in our, common reality, is that an ‘idea’ cannot be slandered.

So it goes. There are two aspects to such battles as the Corey lawsuit in which I was engaged. These are Victory, and Vindication.

I had my victory when the judges granted the MTD. Recently Universe provided the vindication. Link below goes to a twitter thread with video clips from the deposition referenced herein.

Now, of course, all the Woo People will also be thinking, as I had when Corey’s suit came along, that, well, this lawsuit is not very much ‘work’. Probably not enough for my higher self to throw me back this way. It seems far more likely that the lawsuit was just a warm-up to help me heal up, man up, toughen up, and anger up.

Likely the real ‘work’ is the World War WEF thing. Global total unrestricted 5G war is truly ‘work’. Note that this War also involves both Victory, and Vindication.

To those who can see, the ‘seers’, there are absolutely no coincidences in this Universe. None. It’s all part of a plan. You can trust that, to a point.

So it goes in this Matterium.

My advice to those who, like myself, get thrown back here with the admonition “there is work coming to you/us/i”, is to take it seriously.

You/us/i ain’t lying to yourself.

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No Glink Oil here.

No Glink Oil here.

What else you got?

Government is stupid.

Having governments is also stupid, but that is not the subject here.

Government is stupid. It bears repeating.

This is necessarily so, as the employees will always be blind to anything that is outside their schooling, including instructions they receive as part of their employment.

Government has a tendency in their hiring to replicate the types of minds already dominating the organization. This is one of the reasons that government is so difficult to change. As all organizations, to greater or lesser degree, will reflect the composite, aggregate, average, of the employees, in all aspects of intelligence.

In my long consulting life, there were many occasions of interacting with government. Both local, and state governments. My work for the Federal government was rare, though not due to lack of opportunity. It was a matter of personal choice.

In one of my programming jobs for the Telco industry, and while working at a large, secure building, I had by chance come in contact with a fellow who was a Captain in the US Army in Pleiku, Vietnam, serving under my father, who, at that time, was the ‘military governor’ for the province due to the break down of the civilian authority. This was at the end stages of that war against the communist insurrectionists. It was from that war that our current 5GW strategy and tactics emerged, but that is another, longer, story going in another direction entirely.

This is about stupid government.

We all have interacted with it, and recognize that government can, is, and always will be, stupid.

Curiously, even government employees, when they are interacting with other parts of government, recognize that government is stupid. Do they ever apply that understanding to their own part of government? Hmmmm?

To continue, my work at the Telco firm placed me in the general proximate of this fellow for months. We can call him Agent Captain Baldy. His role as a Captain in my father’s command in the highlands of Vietnam was a fake. He was a CIA agent who had been given a cover as a Captain in the 101st Airborne. This was known to my father as the CIA informed him that Agent Cpt Baldy was there, but that he, my father, was not to hassle him in any way. That Baldy was doing work for the CIA, not the Army.

Decades later, I meet Agent Cpt Baldy on the stairs going into work one spring day. He recognized me as we had met in the early 1970s when he had come by the house in Washington state to see my father and I was there.

Time passes and we meet walking up into work. Over the course of a few weeks several conversations developed, including discussions about both his, and my work.

Agent Cpt Baldy was still in government. He was then the head of that division of a subsidiary of a major government sub contractor. His company handled all manner of things, legal, illegal, and black, for the government. They have their own assigned space at Groom Lake, and other, military, bases. They work primarily for the DOD. Over a decade later, this firm had to change their name as some of their staff became embroiled in the ‘Iraq War Prison Torture’ scandal. It was “that” type of company.

As my work was with the Telco OSP that owned the building, and had occasion to hire his firm, and was a security clearance covered site (meaning all employees were background checked), Agent Cpt Baldy felt reasonably comfortable talking with me.

He was a congenial lunch companion, though not a trustworthy one…the whole CIA thing meant he was a schooled, professional liar. Still, there was nothing for me to fear from the association, so we lunched frequently, and discussion was mainly concentrated on technical subjects, an area that fascinated us both.

Jumping forward, after several months, Agent Cpt Baldy was waiting for me one morning at the building stairs. He wanted to ask me to skip work that morning if possible to attend a presentation that his firm had prepared for government masters in DOD and DC.

It was intriguing, so I accepted.

The meeting was in a plush small theater room in our building, but within the several floors that Baldy’s firm leased. It had a central table on a stage in front of a projection screen. These were what we had before cell phones. The whole audience would look at the image on the large screen projected from the back of the room. It worked.

Anyway, the presentation was all about Space Aliens. It was the product of this firm’s think-tank division’s very expensive, and long research into “First Contact: Our Response”.

There were maybe twenty-five of us in the audience, and eight people around the table below the screen on the stage.

They were allowed to show us this presentation due to it being ‘out of embargo’ and being presented, or had already been, in DC that day.

It was sort of cool. There were quality graphics, not quite movie grade. There was quality, known voice actor, narration. It was snappy & really state-of-the-art for the day.

The whole of the movie, and the presentation by the panel that followed a break and a snack, was about how government should react when the Space Aliens came down to talk to them. It was over five hours long. Many pee breaks.

The discussion by the panelists was interesting, and revealing of government-think at its finest. There were plans, charts, graphs, tables, and numbers in quantity. There were assayed, weighed, compared, analyzed and statistically correlated cross table fields being brought out and displayed.

The whole effect would please government. It was a very good effort that had resulted from over three years effort with an unknown quantity of people.

At the end of the session, they allowed for questions. As I felt myself to be a back row guest, I had kept silent. At one point a questioner had mentioned an insight I had given to him during the lunch break, and I was drawn into the discussion.

I had had to leave, needing to make an appointment on time, so was reluctant to get into it, but did ask some questions as I was walking out of the theater room without expecting any answers. They were basically along these lines.

Why did you assume that First Contact would come from the Space Aliens as representatives of a government? If we had Space Exploration technology as was described by the movie, would our government be spending our citizens’ resources mounting giant expeditions into space? If so, what would motivate them?

Why assume that Space Aliens would arrive in large ships? If even 1% of 1% of the USA population had access to space exploration ships, how many would take off daily in pursuit of purely commercial interests? How many of those, if they landed on a planet with life, would involve themselves willingly with the local’s governments? Would we ask to be taken to the local’s leaders?

As noted, government is stupid and mostly blinded by their schooling and the types of minds they employ.

In my opinion, first contact is more likely to be with a “Yankee trader” pursuing technology, archaeology, or resources for personal gain, than a big, government backed, expedition.

Either way, it’s very dangerous to assume that the Space Aliens are coming here for any reason other than their own self interested motivation. With that understanding, I sure fucking hope we don’t get First Contact with Space Aliens by way of their government. It will be stupid too, and we have enough problems with our local versions.