Hurricane Ida came through like a fast and furious wave — toppling me, yet reminding me to release and let go
I have been taking a much needed in-breath over the past few weeks — emptying my mind of swirling thoughts to just be and notbe. I felt myself moving fluidly with life, despite perpetual challenges entering my reality. No need to go into any detail. We all experience curve balls from time to time.
But a sucker punch slammed me a couple days ago. As we had no warning, Hurricane Ida whipped through our house in a fury. Two tornadoes touched down within a mile of our home.
We are still standing. Our house is still standing. We have a roof above our house — fully intact (the last hurricane did not leave us as fortunate). Others we know have not been as lucky this go-around. Most of the surrounding streets have been submerged; cars have been swept away; and even one family had their cow swept away with the raging waters.
Hey folks, I wanted to publicly provide the reason why I no longer support some of the information in my post about Chromosome 8 and the WHO from April 2020. This is to serve as a way to set the record straight on that topic.
This is not going to be a full post. Or at least it doesn’t need to be. That is how bad the fakery involved here is.
Previously, I postulated that the scary Kamala Harris lookalike with the black eyes from MSNBC last month was most likely a Deepfake. Well, it turns out the Democratic Party is not finished using Deepfakes…
I was an avid TV non-watcher for years. Until COVID quarantine. Since March I have viewed more hours of television than in the preceding decade combined. One of the series we whiled our way through was the FX show Justified. It is network TV, to be sure, but it has its charms. One of which was the knavish-yet-sometimes-sympathetic anti-villain of the series, Boyd Crowder.
Boyd knew two things: how to use forty words when just four would do; and how to blow shit up.
Below is a brief dialogue from War Games, the 1983 Cold War science fiction film (see the movie trailer above), in which a young computer hacker, David Lightman, unwittingly accesses a US military supercomputer. In the film, Lightman gets the WOPR (War Operation Plan Response) supercomputer to run a nuclear war simulation, believing it to be a computer game. But the computer is connected to the U.S. nuclear weapons control system and unable to distinguish simulation from reality.
Falken (The WOPR creator): It’s a bluff, John, call it off.
John (the operations head): No, it’s not a bluff, it’s real.
Falken: General, what you see on these screens up here, is a fantasy, a computer-enhanced hallucination. Those blips are not real missiles, they’re phantoms.
John (to the General): Jack, there’s nothing to indicate a simulation at all.
Falken: General, you are listening to a machine (referring to WOPR – the supercomputer). Do the world a favor, and don’t act like one.
Alright, are we just being played? Are nukes, and the potential for a nuclear war, a bluff? Are pandemics a bluff? Is police brutality a bluff? Is the population control agenda a bluff? Is the Singularity a bluff?
The tinder is dry. The kindling has been laid. The match has been struck. All hell is going to break loose. Count on it. The Left will blame the Right; the Right will blame the Left. Police are instigating, Intel is coordinating. The Crowds are Mad. It is going to get Bad.
A federal judge just handed down an Order in the Dakota Pipeline (DAPL) case. He will rule on pending motions to stop the flow of oil in that pipeline at a later date.
These small victories are never enough, but keep a small, dedicated army of grassroots warriors on the front lines energy to overcome the natural fear of a superior, violent force, and keep on fighting in defense of Mother Earth.
“Water protectors at Standing Rock faced forcible evictions, and hundreds were injured, with 26 reportedly hospitalized, in one November 2016 “mass casualty incident” where police used water cannons, tear gas, rubber bullets, and other weapons.” – Sharon Kelly
Fight or flight? That is the question. Silence in consent.
I write this post only minutes after the Dow Jones industrial average has closed down 3,000 points and lost 13% in a single day. Bigger than the collapse of 1929. This wasn’t even on the front page of international news outlets. It has been that kind of week. If you follow this blog, you know that we do not feel that there is really a pandemic happening right now. It is cold and flu season, yes. That is all it is. People have colds. Fatality rates have been comically mis-applied and exaggerated. The media has forced a panic down our throats from the top, when all that is really happening is cold and flu season. But at the end of the day, as comical and absurd as this all is at its heart, the saddest part is that panic is panic. It does not matter how manufactured or ridiculous the panic is. Once society is panicking, it really does not matter what caused the panic or whether it makes sense. Society is deep in a panic for the ages right now. It is on par with the greatest instances of mass hysteria in the history of mankind. As calm as the average person claims to be, the damage being inflicted right now is deep and irreversible. Panic is panic, and unfortunately it is very real right now. The ramifications of the past week will reverberate throughout generations to come.
In what has become a series of posts about supernatural phenomena, here I will add a new instance to the collection from a case that I recently came across. It is a fascinating and virtually untold historical example of precognition, and I think it is worthy of more attention than it has ever before received. This story is ultimately a footnote within a footnote…a story within a story that has already been largely forgotten. That story? The collapse of the St. Francis Dam late in the evening of March 12th, 1928, which killed at least 500 people and was the largest American engineering disaster of the 20th century. The detail I hope to illuminate is a group of Navajo Indians who ultimately did not perish in the flood. The means by which they escaped a horrible death is what is so remarkable and merits being retold.
Those who have followed this blog recently might know of my interest in the fossil history of the Earth. It should not be surprising, then, that I also have a deep interest in Biology as a subject. As a card-carrying science geek for most of my life, my particular area of interest was always Biology. Of all the geeks in AP Biology, I was geekiest among them. My AP Biology teacher once told my mother that if she had a daughter, she would want her to marry me. This should tell you a thing or two about the impression I made.
Anyway, just like any student of the time, we were taught about Darwin and Natural Selection. Also known as “survival of the fittest”, the concept of Natural Selection does a lot to explain the behavior of species in real life. It is especially good at explaining how species adapt to a particular niche, and how certain traits are favored over time if they lead to some kind of survival advantage. However, once a species is adapted to its niche, we no longer see changes. There have been species in the oceans which are virtually unchanged for the past 500 million years, even if improvements could still be made (the Horseshoe crab, for instance). Indeed, these unchanged species are not perfect, but they are perfect for their particular niche. If Natural Selection were constantly driving new species (speciation), then these unchanging species are a big problem for it being the main driver for speciation events.