I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable.
Whenever I do speak, write, sing, act, dance, write, meditate, paint, draw, sketch or sculpt, there’s no measurable impact on anything or anyone.
I’m not a tweeter, but if I were a tweeter, I could literally tweet my ass off and be assured that nobody will ever read it — and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine by me, until Donald Trump’s name became a household word, like “slopbucket”.
As you read this, keep in mind that this blog was written originally when I first heard the name of Trump, back in 2017:
Yep, as an experienced time traveler and repeat reincarnate, I saw it coming, and called the shots exactly right.
The problem is, of course, that I can talk, but nobody’s listening. As I said in the beginning, I have no voice, and I meant it.
Whatever it looks like, however it seems to you today, Donald Trump is NOT an obstruction on the Path to Liberation, not if you know the secret.
What is the secret? I’ll tell you right off.
Live the good life. Don’t allow yourself to become distracted. Relax, stay calm, it will all work out just the way it should.
The universe is a SIM. There’s a script to this thing, and the same path unfolds the same way every time. If you keep that in mind, you won’t fall off the horse. Donald Trump is not what you’d call “alive”. He’s a bloodthirsty maniac who will kill as many people as he can before he’s taken down by his own people.
Cruelty is the point. He has a pain fetish, inflicting it, not experiencing it. Actually, there’s nobody behind those cold, icy eyes. He is a Non-Player Character.
He plays his “overwhelm” game and seems to be winning. His friends in Congress have their own nasty games and merely use him to gain advantages on their own ground.
You don’t need to know any of that. Just remember that ALL POLITICIANS ARE CROOKS and that ALL GOVERNMENT PEOPLE ARE MEAN AND NASTY, and that ALL POLITICIANS AND MEDIA PEOPLE LIE ALL THE TIME, and you won’t be knocked out of your socks the next time you find yourself shoved into the ditch at the side of the road.
When Donald Trump tweets, billions of people are affected by every careless word. The difference between me and Donald Trump is our choice of weapons. I selected “voice” and “guitar” and he chose “nuclear holocaust” and “gas chamber” in the Between-Lives State, what some folks call “The Hoober-Bloob Highway”.
Trump is a popular hero among his worshipers and followers, much like Baby Face Nelson, Bonnie & Clyde, Ma Parker, John Dillinger and Jesse James, all of whom were the foulest coldest killers that ever walked the face of this flat Earth.
Angry people blame others, and tend to elect Strongmen and Dictators who will step in, clean up the mess, restore their to their former glory, and of course bestow upon them personal favors and benefits, and that’s the very transactional Donald Trump in a nutshell.
He knows he doesn’t have to actually KEEP his promises, just make them and blast right along claiming “victory” at every punch-down.
Just keep insisting you won, and eventually that becomes the truth, at least to the general public. They have no memory and no discernment whatever. As a matter of fact, they don’t really care about the details, just what’s in it for them.
Each faction of politics, news media and science has its own direction to pull the chain, and the general effect is one of chaos and mayhem, exactly what Putin and Trump both had in mind.
If the U.S. government can be shut down permanently, Trump can rule, and that is “Plan A”. Plan B involves an actual invasion of the homeland by Russian airborne troops, and that’s already in the works, as soon as the defense department can be unraveled.
How do I know all this?
Actually, I know a LOT more, but won’t say, for fear that it will be abused, misused and misconstrued, which is the usual bill of fare on this particular “pre-war” menu.
There HAS to be a war, a shooting war. Why? Because boys will be boys, and human beings have NEVER failed to use a weapon that they had, no matter how horrible, and evidently the rule is, the horribler the better.
Like I said, I have no voice. Maybe a dozen people will read this, and out of that dozen, eleven will forget what they read, the minute the next sentence pops up.
I have a blog, but very few people read my blog.
Most folks don’t have a blog. Some folks are on facebook, and that gives them some voice in a small circle.
Some have a BIG voice in the social media. The biggest and loudest and screechiest and most needful voice right now is Donald Trump, who dominates every news cycle and has done so for years.
Americans aren’t used to watching their President wipe his ass on public television every single day, sometimes three or four times a day, but he HAS to always be in the news at the top of every daily news-cycle, even if the news is negative.
This guy has NEEDS, and it all goes to feed a massive ego.
Have you ever heard Hitler’s speeches? Trump just had a “power mike” installed on his speaker stand, so he now can sound EVEN MORE LIKE ADOLPH HITLER than he had before this new technological miracle with its very own voice conditioner built in, simulating the actual voice of Adolph Hitler, but with the accents and modulation of Donald Trump.
What a boon to science.
Oh, not the modulation mike, that’s been around a couple of years already — no, I’m talking about Donald Trump being a boon to science — after all, he is the only surviving Neanderthal.
Study his shape a moment. His face. His rolling, ape-like shuffling walk, and grunting speech patterns, and you’ll see unveiled before you the original form of the Neanderthal. What an opportunity for study for some brilliant anthropologist who needs to publish or perish!
Wow, I’d write the paper myself, if I were a few years younger — say, fifty-five years younger, or so. At my age, I’m not looking forward to much, and living in Trump Amerika is not my idea of how I want to spend my Golden Years.
Ah, but my revenge is sweet. Do the math with me:
Trump is old, old enough that he shows a touch of dementia when he forgets which enemy he’s attacking, or which country is ruled by what evil dictator.
Sure, 60 is the new 50, but 70 is NOT the new 60, nor is it anything like the new 40. 70 is 70, and 75 is 75. My revenge? I’m living on a beautiful farm, with wonderful people all around me, and we’re celebrating the universe with higher entities and higher consciousness.
That’s how I’m spending MY Golden Years, and I hope you are, too.
Trump hates everything, even his little baby hands, and he hates most of all the place where he lives and the people who happen to live there with him.
He used to be the boss — a salaried elected public servant, and he didn’t like it much at the time. He said publicly that the job is a lot harder than he thought it would be. Poor baby, if you can’t take the heat, stay out of kitchen.
He’s deathly afraid of being alone, being in the dark — the rule is, all the lights on, all the time — and he’s mortally afraid of dying.
As rich and powerful as he is, the Grim Reaper favors no one rich or poor, and Trump is close enough to the finish line to realize that he hasn’t much time to do whatever it is he’s going to do.
His drive was to obtain power. His total drive now is to hold onto that power forever, and you can expect every and any dirty trick he can muster to that end, because this guy USES dirty tricks. Yep, Trump cheats.
He’s actually proud of it. He’ll pull out the map and with a few deft marker blobs, show you how and why he won, when he clearly lost.
“Popular Vote” means the vote of the people, the actual vote of the people. They threw out the Popular Vote in favor of the Electoral College Vote, which threw out the real result and substituted the one that the powers that be wanted to put there, and the Amerikan public just rolled over and died, like they always do, and like they’re doing now.
Like I said, Donald Trump doesn’t look as if he’s taken good care of himself — sorta looks like the “big mac and malted milk” kinda guy, with the usual gout and more than a touch of egomania.
He lives in what amounts to a public library, meets dozens and sometimes hundreds of people every day, has to perform public duties every single day and he eats food that at best rivals the prepackaged food products at the sandwich machine in the office of your local gas station, and every day, he’s forced to meet people that — were he left to his own devices — he’d have crossed the street to avoid.
He is NOT above the law, nor is he above the law of social dynamics. He does NOT have the right to toss a political bomb into a crowd of diplomats and then duck out the door, but that’s how he has conducted himself on the international scene every single day so far and, so far, he’s gotten away with it, but not for much longer.
Like I said, I already have my revenge — I’ll gladly take my Golden Years on a quiet farm in the country, raising chickens and cucumbers and performing my spiritual practices in stunningly beautiful natural settings, sharing my days with folks on spiritual retreat or healing circles, eating wondrous foods that have no sugar, no salt, no red meats, no harmful fats — well, you get the idea. Good, clean healthful food that tastes super good, and super days filled with joy and happiness.
My days are blessedly quiet. I listen to the birds, to the insects, to the hum of daily farm life, to the sounds of the Cosmos under the Cosmic Vortex within which we live, and my Golden Years are, indeed, Golden, even under the potential dictatorship of the thoroughly evil and totally vicious, Donald Jessica Trump.
His wild antics are amusing. Do they affect me? Not at ANY age, but especially now they don’t. (note: at 82 I could care less what happens.)
I have no medical coverage, no income, no retirement fund, nothing like that at all. As a matter of fact, I’m still working every day.
But I am far richer than Donald Trump could ever be, in his chat-bot world of phony handshakes and poison smiles, meaning that most of those who surround him are nothing but animated, and very loyal, chat-bots.
Would it surprise you to see him carried offstage ranting and screaming one of these days? It could happen. With a disjointed complex personality disorder of that magnitude, you can’t rule out anything. (note: keep in mind this was written back in 2017.)
It shouldn’t affect you directly. There are a few things you can do, maybe not on the magnitude that you’d like, but something can be done on every level.
Me? I’m stuck here, assigned to manage a Vortex. I’m stuck with that job, but it’s a good one. If you like your job, it’s not work, it’s fun, and that’s what my job is, it’s ALWAYS fun.
My secret? It’s not what you’re doing, it’s how you do it, and it’s not where you are, it’s the company you keep. That goes double on the higher levels right up to the Causal Plane.
“It’s not what you do, it’s the company you keep.” That really IS the Great Secret, courtesy of Saint Michael. Good advice, Bardo Voyager.
“As Above, So Below” is only half the Key. “As Below, So Above” is the corollary, and it’s something you need to keep in mind, if you ever hope to operate the Emerald Tablet Keys or ever take a swig of wine from the Holy Grail, or chalice. Actually, it was a terra-cotta cup made by James in his pottery shop downstairs from where they ate the Last Supper.
Never mind all that. Look, your retirement benefits — your so-called “Golden Years” — are your LAST CHANCE to enjoy the fruits of whatever labors you’ve been doing all these years, just to survive all these years. Remember that Donald Trump does NOT care about you, just your money and your vote, after which you go under the bus, like his kids will someday do.
Don’t let Donald Trump steal YOUR Golden Years. IGNORE THE ASSHOLE. Carry on, keep moving, just go about your business. If necessary, STOP WATCHING all the news channels.
Just forget that there IS a Washington, D.C., and forget that there are people there who are on a daily basis PLAYING WITH YOUR LIFE for the singular purpose of getting elected or re-elected.
In the case of a lobbyist, it’s even worse. They WANT YOU DEAD, or working as a slave on a work-farm, where your vote can be controlled. Watch for the roundups to take people to the work-farms, that’s the first sign of total collapse and political mayhem.
Lobbyists are the bloodsuckers of government. If Jesus were around today, he’d kick over the tables of the lobbyists, drive them from the temple, and leave the money-changers alone — you can’t bring Roman coin into a temple, and that’s the reason they were there.
Forget about the government. Pay no attention to the uproar and the fire and brimstone with North Korea, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Russia, China, the United Nations, and the real threat — the governments of Texas and Arizona.
Believe me, 4.3 billion years from now, nobody will care. I sure won’t.
YOU will still be in the game, but you won’t be on this Earth. You’ll be living out yet another life — it would be great if you could live in the higher dimensions on a higher level of consciousness and awareness, but right now, you’re having enough trouble just operating a smart phone.
Do your work and ignore the distractions. Focus clearly on your higher spiritual work, your daily practices, among which might be:
- Folk Guitar
- Angelic Chorus Practice
- Embossed Copper Protective Medallions
- Telepathic Enlightenment Prayer
- SuperBeacon Contact
- Healing Circle
- Ashram Work
- Art Project
- Pineal Ping Exercises
- Past Life Survey
- Virtual Temple Building
- Sharing, Commenting, Chatting
Don’t get sucked into the daily circus. Stop watching the deadly snake as if you were a helpless bird. Get out of the loop NOW. Just turn it all off and walk away.
Use your Golden Years well. You’re NOT in the White House. You DON’T have power, you don’t have a voice, nobody follows you, nobody listens to you, nobody cares and there’s nobody out there who gives a damn about you and your personal freedoms, and that’s a fact.
So what? Big deal.
I personally own my own virtual Taj Mahal, Great Pyramid of Giza and the Brooklyn Bridge, and I can build an entire city, even an entire planet, if I want to, with the GODD® Engine. You can’t measure my wealth, but it doesn’t stop in the virtual.
I live a conscious life, a clean life, a virtuous life of service. Can Donald Trump say that?
Of course he can. He can say anything that comes to mind, and what’s more, he can work his mouth at full speed without ever engaging the attention.
Actually watch him, and you’ll notice that he can’t remember what he just said a moment ago. He’s exhibiting early onset, and nobody seems to notice or care, and in a few years, it will be obvious to everyone that he is very senile, sort of like everyone’s grampa, but even more grumpy than that.
Take a good look around at what you actually have, how you actually live, what you actually do from hour to hour. You’ll eventually realize that you never needed any more than you had to get where you are right now, at this very moment in this very spot.
You have always had everything you needed to get to where you are now. That’s all you ever need. If you get where you are, you did the right thing, took the right action.
Live a conscious life in the higher realms, spend your days in the Ashram and in meditation, give your life to the Teaching. The alternative could be horrible — endless wealth, power and fame, however, if you have a powerful preference for MacDonald’s burgers and you can’t resist pouring ketchup on your double order of fries, that might just appeal to you.
One thing that will come from your Past Life Survey work is that you will have the definite impression that this has all happened before, many, many times before, and it’s always the same, with the same outcome, and you’ll be able to easily transcend the present.
Pay no attention to the ruckus in the world. Stay focused and do your spiritual work while the world erupts in violence around you.
Of course, it helps if you’re in a circle of protection, and that’s why I’m making the Phantom Grippers for the SuperBeacon! These are quartz crystals that contain phantom spirits, quite visible in the depths of the gemstone!
I have no idea what they’re going to cost. The need is great. I’ll make them whatever the cost. The phantom quartz is the most powerful and potent gripper I could make, with what’s available on this mineral-impoverised planet.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby