MIrror Mimicry Works Wonders to Penetrate the Veil & Unmasking of the SIM
“Crazy Nut-Job Trump” is what they’re gonna call him when he gets taken away in a strait-jacket, and he more than deserves the name. All his wounds are self-inflicted. Nothing would have happened had he not gone on the attack and fired Comey, haw, haw — pardon me, Clarence, while I laugh.
And the most precious moment in the unfolding reality-show, “POTUS” came when we learned that the President of the United States actually confessed on camera to what looks like a high crime and misdemeanor to the casual observer.
I won’t go into details here, just suffice it to say that THE EXPERIMENT is going well. I’ll give you an important new exercise — new for you, if you’re not among the Initiates in our Order of High Dudgeon — which will help you to achieve the First Goal,
Unmasking The Sim
The Unmasking Process can be triggered by a simple application of an age-old mime and stage comedy technique called “Doubling”. I’ll explain how it’s done: Continue reading →
cover screen from my latest non-violent action video game.
Several Congresspeople got on the news channels last night after the appointment of the Special Counsel, and said that if Trump were able to keep his mouth shut, he’d be better off. No sooner had they said that, when Trump characteristically and obsessively-compulsively tweeted that “This is the Greatest Witch-Hunt in History!”
This is the same guy that, when a staffer wants him to pay especial attention to a written briefing, will include the name “Trump” somewhere within the target paragraph.
A common complaint among politicians who have the guts to speak out is that there’s no grownup in the room.
Trump is petulant, quick to anger, vengeful, suspicious and given to psychotic interludes in which everyone is plotting against him.
No matter — he gave me a hell of an idea for a name for my newest latest videogame, so I’m entitling it “Greatest Witch Hunt Ever!!!” and it’ll be available for download as soon as I can finish the last scene, and get it through the edit-and-test committee, which is Grishy and myself, so probably by this weekend I’ll have it up & running.
This is a NON-VIOLENT game, a game of chance and skill and in some areas a bit of superlative mouse-handling, plus a system of puzzles — you must correctly guess the nature and location of the HIDDEN WITCH, but can only deduce this from hints given by a series of HIDDEN MASTERS & GUIDES.
You are expected to UNMASK a series of hidden keys, mysteries, occult lessons and teaching entities are featured, all for the low, low price of only $6.99.
If you want to help disseminate this game, why not buy some of these for a few friends, or send a friend to our goddgames.com website.
On a lunch break at More Science High. Party On, Dudes!!! Rufus Lives!!!
As you probably already know from the CNN, FOX & CNBC news media, I’m a visitor on “Guest” status with the U.S. Government, from the 37th century.
Oh, not your 37th century. You live in a SIM — a World-Simulation — and SIMS don’t have time, not in the sense you’re thinking of it.
Here in the 37th century, I’m enrolled as a sophomore in high school — More Science High — and I have a small grade problem. I’m presently carrying a D-Minus, slightly lower than a plain D Minus.
My classroom participation rated me an A+ and I have my hand in the air all the time at a pop quiz, don’t you?
I get A and A+ test scores all the time, but that’s dragged down slightly by an “F” in homework — I’ve yet to crack a textbook or do a homework assignment, because when I get home, I have a responsibility to my online clan to defend the base until dinner time.
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.
Did I mention that Donald Trump is not only crazy, he’s also stupid?
I grossly underestimated the level of bone that sits inside his otherwise quite empty skull. He fired the head of the FBI, right in the middle of a counterespionage investigation that included Trump and his staffers and aides, then he said it was because Comey had been “mean to Hillary”, although Trump royally abused the quote from Comey to get himself elected.
How stupid is that???
When you take away the voice of the people, they take to the streets.
In his “You’re Fired!” letter — acutely reminiscent of his television reality series in which he fired employees whenever the fit came over him — which was never delivered directly to Comey, Trump “casually mentions” that although he was exonerated three times when he met with the director on three separate occasions with FBI Director Comey, NO SUCH MEETINGS TOOK PLACE, and Comey would have been in direct violation of the law had he said such a thing to Trump at that time.
LeslieAnn at the Crisis Healing Center in the Ashram.
When the shit piles up too high to walk over it, and the piles of shit are too close together to walk between them, you’re in seriously deep shit. What’s happening out there is NOT about politics. It’s NOT about religion, and it’s definitely NOT about health care or women’s issues.
It’s simply time for the peasants to prove that they are revolting, always have been and always will be revolting. Why can’t the downtrodden just stay down? That’s the Smerconish Response — just shut up and take it on the jaw — liberals should lie down & die.
I’m not a leftist, nor a rightist. This isn’t even my goddam planet, monkey descendant. Frankly, I think you’re all fucking nuts, and I’m not at all happy to be living here among you, watching you squabble and fight over crumbs, while the fat ones glut themselves on your food, and drink your wine, while you writhe in hunger and the pain of betrayal.
Other than that, I could give a shit what happens here.
Suffering and pain is easy to repair. Misery and heartache and guilt and recrimination and fear and horror and disgust are harder to deal with, but manageable. It’s the marketing angles I can’t figure out, and I’m looking for some help here.
I’m here to finish a history project. As an alcohol-intolerant, I’m damned if I can figure out just how the hell I’m supposed to determine exactly which bar was the location of the fist-fight that ended history, I don’t know, but here I am to tell the tale.
I’m supposed to leave notes that can be found and dug up back in the 37th century, but I have to be careful not to leave them where there’s too much radiation, and I can’t remember where the airbursts went off, or that is, are going to go off, in the Western states, although I do remember that I was surprised at the cities that were hit. Continue reading →
Tired of the old runaround? Don’t want to be directly under the nukes when they go off in your hometown? Have an aversion to being roasted alive by a mob of fear-crazed zombies? Maybe it’s time to take another look at your escape route off of Planet Trump.
I know, I know — I said “no more Trump shit”, and I meant it then and mean it now, but…you have to have some idea of what to do while you’re waiting to be taken away to the nearest labor camp “to save your life, and give you food, medicine, shelter and protection”.
From then on, you work until you die.
Watch as one by one, your freedoms are taken away. Coins and dollar bills will be the first to go, as all currency is controlled through the cloud, through computers that first determine your exact present location and identity, then pass the transaction through.
There will be many blocks, many obstacles, many obstructions on the path to liberation, but there always are, and sometimes they are so in-your-face that they can’t be ignored.
I can afford to ignore Donald Trump forever, but you can’t, and in all conscience, I can’t remain silent, much as I would prefer to. Continue reading →
Wouldn’t you love to work in an ancient Egyptian temple of your very own?
I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable. when I speak, write, sing, act, 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, but nobody will read it, and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine, until Donald Trump’s name became a household word, like “slopbucket”.
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. If you keep that in mind, you won’t fall off the horsie. Donald Trump is not alive — there’s nobody inside that thing, behind those cold, icy eyes.
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”.
Trump is a hero among his worshipers and followers. They like Strongmen and Dictators who will step in, clean up the mess, restore them to their former glory, and give them personal favors and benefits, and that’s Donald Trump in a nutshell, at least on paper.
He knows he doesn’t have to actually KEEP his promises, just make them and blast right along claiming “victory” at every punchdown. 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.
Portals are everywhere, if you need to leave Earth rather unexpectedly.
Why do I endanger myself by speaking out? Believe me, it’s far more dangerous to remain silent in the face of tyranny than it is to stand up and be counted, and that’s what you should be doing today, marching in Washington.
My whole family decided to march with the pro-environment people today. They’re planning to join the Peoples Climate Movement’s March on Washington and even now, as I write this, they’re only four miles out of Seattle!
If you think back on it, there hasn’t been a single day — actually, not a single HOUR — during which Donald Trump dominated the news and created breaking news his own self. His whole purpose seems to be to stay at the top of the news, and he manages to do just that, if with nothing else, his zanier and stupider tweets.
There’s nothing like a puffed-up bigot making more complaining noises than a garbage truck on a formerly quiet suburban street, at five o’clock in the morning.
In Russia, the sentiment is “Enough Trump!”
Even THEY are tired of seeing his little squinty eyes and puckered mouth shouting stupidities and struggling with real and imaginary enemies on all sides, plus top & bottom.
Poor Donald says he “misses his old life” and finds being President “harder than he expected.” He in fact thought it would be as easy as his reality show, and frequently returns to his campaign mode in a pathetic attempt to gain “ratings”, the only means by which he measures his success.
The real problem is not with Trump — he’s a victim of his own chat-bot programming and can’t help what he says, does, thinks or feels.
If you’re looking for something other than a chat-bot in Donald Trump, you’ll be wasting your time and effort. The little red switch on the back of his head tells the story. Continue reading →
Honestly, have you ever seen ANY President in the news every single day for the first 100 days of office? Have you EVER???
Have you ever seen BREAKING NEWS come in right on top of BREAKING NEWS???
Is this your first world war?
If you answered 2 out of 3 correctly, you should be observing the first of many mushroom-shaped clouds rising on the horizon or just above where you used to be a second ago.
Had you read “SlimeWars” and “My Life as a Boy”, you’d know what happened to you when they ask you in the Afterlife how you died.
You won’t have to admit that you stepped on a rake.
What Can I Do Now That I See The Shit On The Wall???
