Shaping Our World

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“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your Universe, and if you are worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. What is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. “Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.” And then you’re a player, yet you don’t even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.” — Terence McKenna

Here’s a question for you and it’s probably the most important question you could ask yourself…  What is your reality? Seriously. Pause and consider, are you in control of your own thoughts and perceptions? The answer might be perturbing, but if not, then simply go back to your life-sucking mind-numbing television show or all consuming social media frenzy. Sorry if that hits a nervy spot but the truth shall set you free. Now, that said, if you do believe your life could be improved by genuine introspection and real experiences, then continue on… Consider, how much have you learned from your personal perceptions? Now, consider, how much have you learned from what others have told you, through television, newspapers, education and the internet. Which one is more truthful for you and why?

Life experience has taught us that nothing stays the same, and unfortunately for most of us, change has a way of making us feel off balance and uncomfortable. Instability can be used to make someone feel exceedingly vulnerable. In those circumstances we look for someone to keep us safe. Right now, all of our lives have been undergoing a great alteration. We are being told daily that we are at great risk of dying. We are being forced apart and hidden from one another. And then we are being told we need to censor certain types of information because it will harm us through misinformation. Do you know what type of government enforces censorship and encourages the masking of free speech? I will not insult your intelligence by telling you. I’m quite sure you know. And I do believe you are wise enough to know that something duplicitous is amiss by the discomfort in your guts. However, we are creatures of comfort, we disregard our early warning system because it’s much easier to believe what is presented on the chatbox and in newspapers (all funded by the government or big Pharma and big tech) than to do your own digging. Did you know that fears grow larger in the dark? If you don’t check for the boogeyman under the bed to be sure he is not there, you will be defenceless and because of your unwillingness to look he will eat you as you sleep.

As Terrence McKenna implied at the beginning of my blog, many events have been guided into a certain way of group think using mind manipulation. I for one am saddened by the depth of deception. I love community. I love people. I love humanity. I love the artists, the accountants, the musicians, the professors, the bakers, the barbers and even the lawyers. I could go on and on, for each person has carved out a life for themselves and their personality and contributions have been woven into the fabric of humanity.

The one constant truth in life is that everything changes. You change. Your intentions change and leaderships change. What if everything you thought you knew was wrong? It might not be, but what if it was? Did you know that one of the first two strategies an authoritarian government uses is to divide the people and implement censorship under the guise of something else? It’s all been written before; it’s in the history books. Read some personal historical accounts from those times. The citizens never realized what was happening— they trusted the authorities. They happily listened to all the propaganda and took part in terrible things. Ask yourself, who has brought more death and destruction to countries throughout history? The people or the government? There are so many things currently happening in the realm of technology that we have no clue about. Cap your opinions for the length of this video and listen to this little known information. There are thousands of reputable people speaking out.

Now, I ask you to consider… who makes the decisions for our country? Are they virtuous well-meaning politicians free of ties to corporations and other influences? Are our governments really keeping us safe? Who benefits from their decisions? Do you understand that safe is a code word for restricted, controlled and limited. Show some grit and look under the bed.

Hidden From View

I plan to scare you.

The peaty heavy smell of earth invades my nostrils as I kneel on the uneven mound of potatoes. My heart thumps in my chest as I wait on high alert for any sound. I am hiding in the potato bin; a three-foot square space in the basement tucked underneath the landing for the staircase. Rough milled boards framed the cramped bin and a faded split curtain hung down to cover the darkened hole. Thankfully, the storage space was half empty making it the perfect hideout.

Shifting from the uncomfortable hardness of irregular potatoes under my legs, I reach up and adjust the curtain slightly so I can see. I swallow hard. Our bare bones basement displays deep dark shadows beyond my hidey-hole; the furnace and hot water tank huddle together in the centre of the open area; hulking blobs of darkness with odd angled appendages. Extension cords dangled unevenly from the floor joist ceiling resembling empty nooses in the dim light. I lean out further between the drooping drapes and glance towards the outer stringer of the stairs listening intently. I hear water running down the drain pipe from the upstairs bathroom. She would be coming soon. A tiny spider web bows down from the edge of the top stair and I try not to think about the number of spiders that are alongside me now.

Footfalls pound above my head on the landing and I jerk back inside my lightless place. An evil grin slid across my face. My sister was coming. She shared a downstairs bedroom with me, and it was the single finished room at the farthest corner of this space. The treads on the lower steps squeak. I supress a giggle of anticipation and my muscles tense in preparation. I hear her step to the cement and a soft pattering of socked feet nears my hiding place. I explode through the curtains toward her like a feral Jack-in-the-box and scream, “Blahhh!”

She shrieks stumbling back, eyes wide, whites showing brightly against her raven hair which flies across her face. The terror I witness in that split-second fills me up and I burst out into pure laughter.

She may have smacked me once or twice but it was a mere pittance of a punishment for what I had received from her. And you might think, ‘well, that’s a pretty normal thing to do as a child,’ and I would agree. But truth be told, I didn’t do it just once, as a matter of fact, I constantly searched for the opportunity to frighten not only my older sister, but most of my family and many others, by jumping out at unexpected times, or hiding under beds to grab feet, or by pretending I had been possessed by an evil spirit to terrorize my younger sister. It was very nearly a diabolical obsession, and I’ve only recently come to understand that there was something much deeper than simply experiencing the fun of scaring people that compelled me. It was the incredibly satisfying feeling of having complete power and control over another person, even if it was only a fleeting moment or two. In those few seconds those people were mine.

Now, in my defence, I was raised in the days when children were to be seen and not heard, children were not allowed to display too much anger or too much sorrow, and most importantly children were not allowed to disagree. Looking back on my childhood, I understand my excessive Jack-in-the-box behaviour was my attempt to gain some manner of control over my life through fear. And on that note, you should know, I rarely try to scare people these days, especially the elderly. And yet, in an effort to maintain full disclosure, I do confess to enlisting my husbands help in tethering a life-sized fake skeleton to the bottom rungs of our neighbours dock, so that when they brought it up to shore for the winter they had a little scare.

Fear, you see, is a powerful mechanism to gain control. I kept scaring people because it gave me a sense of power. Today, I see main stream media and government playing the Jack-in-the box game. Cases, cases, cases; run and hide. Case numbers are not deaths, and according to Canadian Statistics there were no more deaths in 2020 than any other year, and our hospitals have always been challenged during the winter season. Now ask yourself this— if the people in control truly had your best interests at heart would they be promoting fear or calming reassurance? What do you think your response would be if they said, “Stay calm my dear Canadians, lets look at the facts— actual government data.” https://www.jccf.ca/government-data-shows-lockdowns-more-deadly-than-covid-19/