12:7:24
Scrooged, 1988
Our legal system, as it stands, does not support or reward human decency. And that is on purpose--they don't want people to be decent or care about one another. That's how you destroy civilization and alienate everyone from each other. Like the men who refuse to get involved when women get raped in public because of “feminism” (everyone should protect everybody. And men should especially take their protective role seriously.). By blaming Perry for Jordan Neely’s death, rather than the death-cult drug empire that runs our world, we can continue making people sick and crazy and terrorizing bystanders.
And yes, there's also warfare optics. Which is to say, part of the Q plan is to wake people up to the injustices of our world, much like the assassination of the UnitedHealthcare CEO, which led Blue Cross to revoke its despicable new insurance anesthesia policy. People were furious. Apparently, what was done during COVID was not enough. How else do you get people to take a stand against Big-Pharma and the medical cabal? You have to keep drilling the injustices. People should have retaliated a long time ago, but they’re too sick.
Sick bodies, sick minds. How do you fix it? How do you fix a broken world if people are broken? It’s a Sisyphean task.
But the People are the media now. And as much as I hate this digital society, and what it has done to culture, intimacy, and human interiority (which no longer exists), the plus side of the internet—both a programming tool and a de-programming tool—is people are able to revolt against the lying corporate media and corporate superstructures in the digital town square known as X. I disagree with Maureen Callahan (who I love) and Megyn Kelley on the CEO murder—they are way too forgiving, though I am not defending murder. These homicidal corporations and CEOs should be scared. They have been happily destroying millions of people’s lives for decades and profited off deaths during COVID with zero remorse. And no one does anything about it. This was bound to happen and I am surprised it hasn’t happened more. With that being said, I do not believe this is just random some shooter, or that the police can’t figure out the shooter’s identity, given all the surveillance and facial recognition technology in the government’s possession now. This is a 5th generation psyop, first and foremost. It is meant to get the public’s attention so that they can revolt against the ideological death cult that is our medical system. Through this murder, the truth spills out. And more truth will spill out in the coming weeks, as people do their digging and connect the dots. That’s how it works.
Rinse and repeat.
Scrooged, 1988
Houston and Mercer, NYC. Angelika movie theater.
It’s true, as Celia Farber noted today, first we didn’t exist for being “wrong,” and now we don’t exist for being right.
Farber: “Who will ever come round and acknowledge a word we say?…We’re not allowed to be furious because we do not exist. We only existed when we were their punching bags, when their wrongness was all over the place. Now we’re all alone, but vindicated.”
I have spent the past few months wondering if maybe I am dead in this simulation and I don’t know it? It feels like I am dead because this world is dead and I have so much life in me somehow (“World is decay, life is perception.” Democritus.). I don’t feel seen and I don’t feel heard. I have found it hard to express myself the past month (Mars retrograde in my 12th house for the next 2 months. We’re in Mercury retrograde too, so I don’t really want to talk right now). I have written many long film posts that I did not upload. As a Mercury ruled writer/thinker, this is unlike me. So when this reticence and need for pause comes up in me, I listen. I don’t feel I have anything left at this time. It may just be the end of the year. It may just be the end of this world. But it requires pause. A lot is ending. A lot is coming.
Perhaps as Farber writes, there is nothing left for people like us here, only the void of an old world/timeline dying with nothing to replace it yet. To revive it and heal it. To bring the world back to life. Spiritual teachers call this stage in the ascension process the Void, the in between, which is what happens when you jump timelines, and leave everything (the past) behind. Sci-fi movies make this journey a literal place, calling it the FUTURE. I love the past, so this is not easy for me. A part of me wants the world to remain as it was, tethered. Earth bound, material, analogue. Slow. I want justice and healing and efficiency and renewal and truth, but I don’t want AI or flying cars or hive minds. I want people and things to remain solid.
Were they ever solid? It looked that way.
Everything—the new—is still ahead, or so we’re told. For the past 5 years (but really all of my life, it turns out), I dedicated and used all my energy to fight these battles. It’s all I thought or cared about. I turned my life upside down. I gave everything I built and achieved away. I am extremely drained.
For 2025, I need things to start being new.
All I know is: I knew it was the right thing to do. And I could not stop. I could not turn a blind eye, I could not play along, I could not lie, I could not choose my career or social approval over my soul, no matter what or who I lost.
