Cloaking Up is more important than what it is you’re protecting yourself against. Wear a Cloak to protect & serve. Attributes of Cloaks are the usual Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma.
All other attributes are added by accessories, so the motto is, “Cloak Up & Accessorize”, sort of a magical spiritual variation of “Okay, laddies, lock and load!”, a carryover from the days of flintlocks.
I have here in hand a bunch of “Cloaking for Health” items I’ve made for folks who either want to add to their normal healthcare efforts, or replace them entirely with affordable health care of a different kind, if they have no other resources or benefits.
I’m just now adding a bunch of new departments in my tattoo-fashions shops, and if you know how to find them, you’ll be interested to note perhaps that the emphasis is really very strongly on Cloaking.
Cloaks are very basic equipment. You can’t possibly want to walk out onto the street stark naked, and so you want to “Cloak Up”, which means wear some clothing, which can be anything from pajamas to chain-mail, then modulate and moderate the effects with accessories, such as charms, rings, helm or hat, gloves or mitts, shoes or boots, belt or suspenders, badge, bracelets, wallet, watch and a variety of add-ons for the home, office or workspace, and even on the sports field.
I offer “unmissable” golf balls, which means if they land in the rough, you’ll never miss them. They’re cheap, only $18 for three, which is more than enough to get me through a game — I can shoot my own age, which is 75, almost 76, and that’s considered not bad for an old duffer.
Heck, I don’t even play golf, and I’m not that great, but once in a while, like I say, I can drive a good score. I did even better on the second hole.
All my Cloaks do essential the same thing, but on different levels. You will be able to wear a stronger Cloak with more Experience Points — there are a total of 7 levels of Cloaking that you can attain on Planet Earth while in a human incarnation, and it pays to remember that fact.
Sure, those bastards in Washington are raping the country, so of course you should “Get Mad”, but to REALLY get even, STAY HEALTHY and IGNORE THE BUMS!
If you have no medical coverage, no medical plan, zero health benefits, zero help with medicines and health issues, YOUR ONLY ALTERNATIVE IS MAGIC.
Hey, that’s where I come in. I have powerful shamanic magic at my disposal.
I can show you how the universe actually works, not just how it seems to work. Magic is merely the science of the SIM applied from in-game sources. No biggie, it’s basic sorcery, and you can do it, too. Just don’t use it for bad things, like revenge.
There’s no money in revenge. Get power. You want some power, to be able to rise above the misery created by Trump and his minions.
Cosmo Street Contact Orb is available for you to apply in your shamanic healings.
It’s time for us poor folks to learn how to live without doctors, medicine, hospitals and clinics, because all the money for that is going into billionaires’ pockets, including Donald “Take Advantage” Trump & Associates, but don’t worry, their time will come.
In the meanwhile, why not take advantage of the fact that you are living in these computer times, although we’re still only in the beginning stages of the computer-driven world of tomorrow — robots and nanotech, hypersonic and lightspeed personal vehicles and full-immersion video gaming, pocket tech and phone, pad, tab and flat hardware and incredible levels of new software that goes beyond the impossible.
That’s the new world in a nutshell and, although part of this new world is a notable absence of healthcare for the poor and middle class — which is us — there is also a new world of video applications and quantum mechanics.
My new healthcare plan depends upon both, because I just can’t afford a doctor without some healthcare plan other than “I Plan Not To Get Sick A Lot”, which is my current plan.
Hoping not to get sick is not much of a healthcare plan, I admit, but it is one that, on ZERO income and ZERO medical insurance other than basic medicaire, I’m screwed, to say the least, if I want standard mainstream healthcare.
Fortunately, I don’t. I have zero faith in doctors, especially the ones who grow rich keeping you alive while you’re waiting to die.
The situation is hopeless. A Republican congress will never give the poor a break — we all know that.
We also know that on BOTH sides of the aisle, those bastards are 90% Politician and 10% Patriotic, so the votes will ALWAYS go along party lines, not conscience, and that in a nutshell is why the vote in Council went against survival for the human species, and I know I’m going to get a storm of angry letters when my asteroid smacks into the Earth fairly soon, but believe me, I know what I’m doing.
Ants are better.
Hell, compared to humans, I’d take superintelligent ants anytime. I’m betting on the hardiest survivor of them all, the cockroach, to ascend the food chain to victory in the species department, but I’m not allowed to reset the species button.
How To Remember Yourself
Remembering yourself is easy, if you know yourself. You then merely locate your self and point.
Remembering Yourself is a little more difficult. First, you have to have the idea in the first place, then you have to define what you mean by “self” and “remembering”, and finally, you need some guidance to learn the basics of Self-Remembering.
Suffice it to say that it’s enough for the purpose at hand to remember — and for YOU to remember — that I’m a visitor here in the 21st century, a time-traveler, if you like, from the 37th century.
Actually, time isn’t what you think it is.
Every time-frame sits motionless in the bank, until an Observer ticks it off and activates the chains associated with that time-space discontinuum — the one your Cursor is in now.
Your Cursor is able to shake its fist at the sky and yell “shit!”, hence the name, “Cursor”. I went a long, long way for that gag. I hope you appreciate it.
So it will help to remember that I am a 37th century history student at More Science High, here in the capital city of Mahzhong, home of the Great Mother Slime Mold and the chicken capital of Upper Caledonia, a country founded by a famous typesetter named “Clarendon Smith”, of New New Washington, the city built right directly on the smoking ruins of Old Washington, during your Fourth or Fifth World War, I forget which.
I hate having to remember names, dates and places accurately, which is why I’m carrying a D-Minus, actually an F+, average here in school.
If I get an “A+” on my Term Report, my grade will zoom right up to D+, and I’ll be able to graduate high school.
I’m hoping to be accepted into Wassamatta U., my college of choice, where I can study my favorite subject, Universal 3D Design, with Professor Wasserman, the most popular Remote Viewing Professor on the college campus.
Of course, I haven’t yet visited the actual university, yet — I’m not allowed to cross the street by myself.
So it’s raining here, where I am, and I’m stuck for the next two hours of Objective Time here in the History Department Time Lab, where I’m seated at the controls of the BioTime History Sim, typing away on the little keyboard in the Earth Sim you call “home”.
All Phenomena is Illusion. That goes double inside a History Sim.
Part of my Self-Remembering is that I am actually sitting here at the History Sim, not dwelling or moving about inside it, within the time-bind that creates the illusion of 21st century Earth.
Another part of my Self-Remembering is that it’s all an illusion, and that the illusion is controlled by numbers, zeros and ones, and that I can call them off and use my skills in ordering them and creating a variety of combinations with them.
I can create gateways to any worlds I wish to visit.
With my crystal and radio technology, I can create my own healthcare plan which, along with a good diet, lots of fresh air and sunlight, but not to excess, and of course a discipline of prayer and meditation, assures a long and healthy and productive life.
Sure, there are aches and pains, but thanks to our Republican friends in congress, you’ll be able to learn how to handle all your miseries with magic, or they won’t get handled at all.
If politicians had their way, they’d take our prayer and meditation and spirit healing away from us, like they take everything else, but they can’t, at least not yet, not so long as the Constitution is still in force.
Oh, NOW you get it. Yep, if someone can break the basic American Institutions, the Constitution will be suspended, leaving Donald Trump in charge.
Create Your Own Magic Healing Altar
Medical insurance??? You have to be kidding. We HAVE no medical insurance, just as we have no retirement fund, and we’ve lost our own homes and our IRA fund when the Big Bailout happened a few years back, and everyone I know is in that same situation.
There’s nothing left for Old Age. Retirement is out of the question, and going to work from 9 to 5 has become impossible.
That’s when you have to find an alternative to mainstream medicine, and I offer Prayer Power as a possible solution.
Keep your medical insurance, you butt-faced moron politicians. We don’t need no friggin’ medical insurance. We don’t need no doctors. We don’t need no medicine. Just get out of our faces and leave us our Angelic Prayer Power Healing Medicine Wheel.
