(USA):

Illegal aliens know who they are.
They have had ample opportunity to set their affairs in order,
 and take advantage of 'Trump's' offer...
  and have chosen to ride it out
   continuing their illegal activities
    (anything done, as an 'illegal'
      is an illegal activity
        except for 'leaving').

Rather than giving the illegal aliens $1,000, to leave, on their own
 (and sending them home on something other than "Con-Air")
  - Give the $1,000 to Citizens that turn them in.

Where I live, I would make a killing.
Don't even know any of them...
But, the waters, 'round here, have grown pretty muddy.

Does it often ? sometimes ? or allways seems as , we are in constant misery spiral and no end at sight from it ? 

What if, it would be so , by design ?

 


What if, some entitys here and there would actually harvest energy from our miserable life`s ? 



What if , humanity is being steered/controlled to keep the status quo , being in this state ,  and not progress to higher vibrations , because it would cause hunger to entitys who are feed from our misery & fear .


The Loosh Farm

Quote:Expanding on the blog entitled “Is Life Designed to be a Misery?” which highlighted the relentless misery of life on Earth for most of humanity, we have to ask the deep question as to who or what is behind that misery here on Earth.

The reason for the creation of unremittingly appalling living conditions for most of humanity can be answered succinctly: in short, it is to allow the harvesting of a substance that has been termed “loosh”, for use by interdimensional entities. This sounds rather unbelievable to a human mind, but the discovery and its reality is explained below.

“Loosh” was a term coined by Robert Munroe in his classic 1985 book Far Journeys on out-of-body travelling. Munroe and others people at his Munroe Institute were cataloguing the effect of synchronising the left and right brains using binaural beats. This technique allowed them to ‘roll’ out of their physical bodies and into a non-physical state (“out of body travelling”).

What was discovered during these out-of-body adventures was that the travellers would often see interdimensional entities which took a reptilian form, more so than any other appearance. The participants used to call these entities “alligators”, as the reptilian form of entity was unknown to them at that time.

Munroe, who had been an out-of-body traveller for many years, realised that the non-physical experiences of participants were occurring as they moved out of physicality and into the lower astral plane, a plane of existence just beyond the physical 3-D plane of Earth.

He also realised that this was the zone where these entities were able to manipulate and enslave humanity through thought-form programming directed onto the Earth plane, which almost all of humanity had no knowledge of.

Even today, nearly half a century later, almost no one understands this, as these entities are not visible on the earthly plane, and can only be seen by those accessing the lower astral plane. Humans simply don’t think these entities, and their activities, exist. Indeed, anyone who mentions it is ridiculed. This ridicule is not by chance. It is to ensure that the activities of these entities remains unexamined.

Munroe went on to say (see Chapters 12 and 13 of Far Journeys) that these reptilian entities feed off human energy (“loosh”) which is essential to their survival.

Entering the astral plane requires protective measures to be taken. Munroe was very clear on this, and showed how this is done. This is because the astral plane was specifically created as a power source, for the extraction of “loosh”.

The astral plane is an artificial intelligently-created high technology plane of existence. In essence, it is a “simulacrum”, a bad copy of the Higher Realm where dark entities cannot exist. Earth itself is part of the simulacrum, along with the astral realm, and as noted in Genesis, is a contained zone, the limit of which is known as the “firmament “.

The Earth realm and the Astral realm form the entire simulacrum created by the dark forces, as has been noted over millennia in Gnostic, Hermetic and Cathar literature. It is a vast area, and sometimes parts of it are known by other names, such as the “Angelic” realm, but nothing is joyous in this simulacrum. It is not designed that way.
The dark (reptilian) entities need a power source as they are not allowed to enter or access the vast, pure, Higher Realm where a power source naturally exists.

In the case of souls that have been trapped in human bodies (on Earth), many astral realm travellers during out-of-body excursions have stated that souls have to pass through this astral region on death to access the Higher Realm, which is above and beyond the astral realm. Others have stated that it can be by-passed during exit from the simulacrum.

The reptilian power source, loosh, has to be low-vibrational, or else these entities cannot absorb it. This therefore requires humans to live in the lowest human vibrational state of fear and misery, which provides a perfect grade of “loosh”. Nearly all humans are unaware of this interdimensional interference in their lives.

The emotional state of humanity is controlled from the astral plane sector of the simulacrum, where “loosh farm” conditions are created and programmed into humans.

Exit from this loosh farm is possible on transition by a soul out of their human body (“death”). However, nearly all souls are trapped and recycled into new human containers on death, so that the process of human energy extraction can continue indefinitely.

Getting beyond this trap will be the subject of coming blogs. The starting point though is not to engage in anything that can be described as low vibrational activity which leads to negative emotion arising. This moves the soul clear of the reptilian, interdimensional, influence.

A 4 minute walk from the Ausi police station to Bondi beach. Gun free zones are a big welcome sign to evil doers IMO.

Why does Trump continue to give support to Ukraine?

imo
- Russia/Putin has been more of an ally to Trump
   than all of NATO combined.
- Zelensky is a douche-bag (pardon my French),
   that has perpetuated the grift and corruption
    Ukraine is notorious for
- And, our involvement
   (aside from that flimsy attachment with NATO)
     is largely due to Obama, Biden/s & Associates.

My guess is
  (if we're leaving halos where they should be,
    and horns where halos should not [be])
 we want Ukraine's bread basket
  (and other resources)
  on our side.

And...should Putin/Russia continue
 to exert its dominance over Ukraine
  thoroughly;
 who's to say ghosts of the USSR
  are not stirring the genitalia
   of Russia's ambitions, today?
    (again, please pardon my French)

How old is Putin?
How much longer will he wield the scepter?
Will a much younger generation take the helm
  ...or, old guard?

Don't think I would be betting the future
 on present pleasantries...

What say Ye?
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"No End In Sight"
by: Toto

Quote:Reader Note: “Padi” is the Javanese term for unharvested rice, or more broadly, a field of rice plants. English adopted (stole?) this word in the term “rice paddy”.

Culture is a slippery thing to define. It’s like trying to pick up a bar of soap in a hot bath: the firmer you grasp it, the farther it shoots across the room and lands in the cat’s litter. Ask ten academics to define culture and they’ll give you charts, diagrams, and six-syllable words ending in -ology, but the rest of us know culture when we see it: it’s what we cling to when the world starts wobbling like Aunt Tish’s lime Jell-O salad.

Culture is the way we do things around here. It’s our hymns and our swear words, our manners and our mischief, our recipes, and even the way we argue over politics without throwing mashed potatoes at one another—well, most of the time. It’s the stories we tell around kitchen tables long after the dishes are washed, and the ideas we pass down because someone told us once, “That’s just how it’s done,” and we never questioned it because questioning meant chores.

Some say culture is art and music, museums and ballet. And that’s true, of course. But it’s also Grammy’s crocheted toilet-paper cover, the one that looks like a headless Victorian doll with a skirt big enough to parachute from the roof. It’s the marching band playing slightly off-key at the homecoming parade, and the local theatre group’s attempt at Oklahoma! where half the cast forgot the words and the other half improvised. It’s beautiful because they meant well, and everybody clapped anyway because the cast were all somebody’s cousins.

Culture is what makes a society feel like home instead of an airport terminal. It’s the shared language that doesn’t need translation: the understanding that when someone says, “Come by anytime,” it means “call first and don’t stay long.” It’s what keeps a person rooted when the stock market tanks, the storms roll in, and politicians start making speeches that sound like folks who have never changed a tire in their lives.

And yes, culture fights back against chaos. When the world starts unraveling—wars, elections, teenagers—the choir still gathers on Sunday, the football team still plays on Friday night, and Mary Pickerig still hosts her annual cornbread-baking contest even though someone invariably sets off the smoke alarm and the fire department arrives just in time for coffee. When the sirens quiet down, the accordion player keeps going and everything feels briefly, blessedly normal.

Just look at food. Food is the great cultural glue, and sometimes the great cultural concussion. Every family has that one dish no outsider should ever be forced to witness. Somewhere in Minnesota, a church basement still serves a casserole made entirely of canned goods and fear. In every Indonesian kampung there’s sambal so fiery it will make a grown man re-evaluate his life choices and vow to live more honestly. And every Thanksgiving someone tries a new recipe and it ends in tears, recriminations, and three bottles of wine. Yet we keep doing it because food is how we say “I love you and I forgive you for that thing you said in 1998.”

Culture is also a matter of memory. It’s not just the traditions we treasure, but the people who carried them before us. When the old ones are gone and we inherit the carving knife and the recipes written in handwriting that would make a doctor proud, we suddenly understand: we’re the grown-ups now. We are the keepers of the sacred casserole dish. We’re the ones who make sure the stories aren’t lost, even the stories that stretch the truth like society-page gossip.

And culture changes, whether we like it or not. Nobody writes letters anymore; we send emojis that are supposed to express love, sympathy, or constipation—sometimes it’s hard to tell which. Instead of photo albums, we have phones full of blurry pictures we never look at. But despite all the solemn promises that the world is going to hell in a handbasket, every generation finds new ways to laugh, make music, fall in love, and embarrass itself publicly. Human beings simply refuse to quit being human.

Culture makes us argue, too. If you want to start a fistfight in a peaceful town, just ask who makes the best barbecue or whether pineapple belongs on pizza. (It does not. That’s not an opinion; that’s natural law.) Debating these things is part of staying civil. It’s when we stop arguing about trivial nonsense that we’re in real trouble. And the toilet paper goes over the top.

Of course, culture gets romanticized, like the good old days when children obeyed their parents, politicians were honest, and gasoline cost nineteen cents. Those days never existed, but we like to visit them in imagination because memory, like a cheap toupee, has a way of smoothing out the rough spots and adding a little illusion. We were never as noble as we say we were, but we were trying—mostly. Culture helps us remember that striving counts, even when we fall short.

But here’s the heart of it: culture is community. It’s knowing the neighbor who snow-blows your driveway because he wakes up early anyway. It’s people showing up with a casserole when you’re sick, or a bottle when you’re down. It’s laughter across the fence and borrowed tools that never get returned but nobody really minds. Culture is what keeps a society from becoming just a population.

In a world that seems to be constantly auditioning for the apocalypse, culture is the quiet reassurance that we’re not alone. As long as someone still sings in the choir, and the bowling team still meets on Thursday night, and children still giggle during the solemn part of the program, civilization will limp along just fine. Empires fall, economies collapse, and leaders let us down, but culture—real culture—stays put, like a stubborn old farmer who refuses to leave the porch during a storm because “it’ll blow over.”

And maybe that’s the most important thing to remember: culture is not something we inherit from geniuses or aristocrats or committees with government grants. It’s something we build every day through simple acts of decency, humor, curiosity, stubborn tradition, and love. It’s not marble monuments or symphonies—though those are nice. It’s passing the mashed potatoes and saying, “Here, have s’more.”

So here’s to culture: to the choirs and casseroles, the inside jokes we’ve told a thousand times, the stories retold until the truth is unrecognizable but the laughter is real. Here’s to the flawed, bewildered, hopeful human circus stumbling forward together.

And here’s to us, who keep the thing alive without even realizing it—just by showing up.

Because when all is said and done, culture is a long table with enough chairs for whoever walks through the door.

And the only real requirement is that you pass the gravy.

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Today’s topical cinematic foray is a (I think) little known indie joint called Dancer, Texas Pop. 81 (1998)(Watch here). Written and directed by Tim McCanlies, who did a number of slice-of-life flicks, this one follows some teenagers looking to escape small-town America after graduation, and how one week casts their fates. Lovely piece. Pair it up with Christopher Guest’s Waiting for Guffman (1996). If this doesn’t cheer you up, nothing will.

I had friends die from Agent Orange as the government waited hoping they would mostly all die before the government had to issue any support.

The following story is not new as I seem to remember this same situation several years ago with Area 51 workers dying from chemicals they inhaled from one of the burn pits. They got nothing because at that time Area 51 was unacknowledged ... Now, rinse and repeat and let us see if the same B.S. works again.

Quote:Congress quietly killed the one fix that could have helped America’s “Area 51 veterans” prove where they served — and get the care they say they’ve earned. WATCH the full conversation with Veteran Dave Crete:    • ‘They’re Waiting for Us to Die’: Area 51 V...   These men and women served on the Nevada Test and Training Range, home to the site known globally as Area 51. Now, many are battling rare cancers. But because their service is still classified and “data-masked,” they say the VA can’t verify and service connect their illnesses — and their claims stall. After NewsNation’s reporting, Section 1066 was added to the Senate’s defense bill as their clearest path forward. Then, behind closed doors, it vanished from the final NDAA. Dave Crete says the message from House leadership was simple: “You’re not that important.” He believes the government is trying to wait them out — as the memorial list grows from 446 names to 527. Now they’re turning directly to President Trump, asking for an executive order. “This problem could be fixed with one beautiful signature,” Crete says. “Mr. President, we need your help.”

Los Angeles dodged a big event due to the FBI and law enforcement stopping multiple bombs (IEDs at 5 locations) from being detonated at businesses in the L.A. area on New Years Eve.

We should let more Muslims and their sympathizers into western nations so we can have something to post and think about on what seems to be a monthly basis .  

Quote:Federal authorities say four people are charged with plotting bombing attacks across Southern California on New Year's Eve. Authorities say FBI surveillance video shows the suspects testing their explosives. They're accused of being members of an offshoot of a pro-Palestinian group dubbed the "Turtle Island Liberation Front." Prosecutors describe it as a “radical anti-government” group.
FBI Agents foiled an alleged terror plot targeting Los Angeles, California. FBI Director Kash Patel posted on X: "Over the weekend, the @FBI disrupted a credible, imminent terrorist threat and arrested FOUR individuals connected to the Los Angeles area.The subjects self-identified as members of a radical offshoot of the Turtle Island Liberation Front (TILF), an extremist group motivated by pro-Palestinian, anti-law-enforcement, and anti-government ideology. They were allegedly planning coordinated IED bombing attacks on New Year's Eve, targeting five separate locations across Los Angeles. In the days since, @FBINewOrleans arrested an additional FIFTH individual believed to be linked to this radical TILF subgroup - also allegedly planning a separate violent attack. Outstanding work by our investigators and law enforcement partners @TheJusticeDept. Their work undoubtedly saved countless lives.@FBILosAngeles will hold a press conference later today to share additional details."

The new leader of Syria is pro-American unlike Assad and has even been invited and did indeed visit the USA. Some of the Syrian troops were injured along with the U.S. troops...... I would expect Mr. Reaper Drone will be tasked to reply to ISIS.

One suspect is in custody but Brown reporting an active shooter situation still ongoing , no confirmed details on casualties but unconfirmed reports of as many as 20 victims.


Brown just updated no suspect in custody.