The search for the living Diana continues

Tyrone McCloskey sent me a face split he had done of Ghislaine (pronounced ghee-layn) Maxwell, and of Princess Diana, who allegedly died on August 31, 1997. I found it intriguing, and since that time have been busy reading the Wikipedia pages on both. Ghislaine’s is 12 pages with 180 footnotes, Diana’s 21 pages with 510 footnotes.

I did my own face split, which pretty much confirmed Tyrone’s work, that these two women are pretty much bookends for one another. I will offer my own face split beneath the fold to let you judge.

It’s a daunting task to figure out this piece of evidence, and where it leads. Both are members of the British peerage, and both were born in 1961. In past efforts I have determined that a death can be a mere prelude to another life and identify, as in Eva Perón becoming Madonna Fortin. That is fairly cut and dried, as there is no overlap. With Ghislaine and Diana, there is plenty of overlap. In fact, both led public lives at the same time. Since they are both high profile celebrities, I wonder, is there a photo of them together?

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Sunday fiddlesticks

On being oblivious

We were walking on a trail in Anchorage last week, the day before returning. We were looking for moose, said to habituate the area. Not so, not that morning anyway. As we walked the grandson and I were tossing handfuls of elderberries at one another, my objective with my stenosis-limited arm to land them somehow in the hood of his sweatshirt. There was a time when I had a good strong arm for throwing things, even if inaccurately, as my old softball team members would attest.

I was not doing so well at this improvised contest. When we arrived at the car I found that surreptitiously the boy (and my wife) had been loading up the hood of my rain jacket with elderberries. And I was oblivious to it all.

The thing about being oblivious is that I don’t know, cannot know things that others around me know. Maybe I am the butt of a joke, and that’s OK. I have a good sense of humor and do not take myself too seriously,. The elderberry event was simply more evidence that things are slipping away from me. So be it.

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Ruby Ridge mention of POM by MM

Remember, Fauxlex was involved in that embarrassing slander against me at Peace of Mindful in 2018, when they claimed I was a pedophile with an ankle bracelet driving around in a golf cart because I wasn’t allowed to have a car. Mark Tokarski, the owner of that site, has since apologized to me for that, and even asked me to work with him, so if you run into Fauxlex (fake law), you might ask him why he is hiding behind a fake name and continuing the slander after his previous comrade has admitted it was just slander.

I do not recall Fauxlex having any role in the piece MM is referring to above. I think he came aboard later, and got pissed and left all outside the time frame of that piece. I did not know he was still writing. On leaving he said that I had just lost my best writer. I told him no, that Tyrone was on sabbatical, maybe never to return. Who knows.

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Riding the 33: Doom and Bloom

“I love dandelions. They make me feel like sunshine itself, and you will always see some creature resting on an open bloom, if you have a little patience to wait. This vital source for all emerging pollinators is a blast of uplifting yellow to brighten even the greyest of days. It stands tall and proud, unlike all the others opening and swaying in the breeze. The odd one out.” 

~ Dara McAnulty, Diary of a Young Naturalist

This past weekend was the convergence of holidays spanning three Abrahamic religions — Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. It seems this occurs . . . every 33 years. (Uh oh, there is the 33 — once again.) April 15, 2022 was Good Friday, and also the first day of Passover, concordantly marking the time of Ramadan.

Amidst this concurrence of religious faiths, there have been seeds of doom and gloom wafting over the media airwaves. One alleged incident of doom this week occurred in the NYC subway. And what do you know? It was infused with the cryptic 33 (see here and here). Imagine that. Do you also see the 33 coding in this reported incident of gloom on April 16, 2022 at Columbiana Centre in Columbia, S.C.?

If the conniving, 33-obsessed controllers can ride the 33 this week (ostensibly, a time signaling religious faith and renewal), then, hey, why can’t we?! Perhaps there is an occulted hint in exploiting the vibrational template of 33, but for beneficent aims (?). While I surmise that occulted numbers — such as the 33 — can be utilized to manifest imprints of doom and gloom, I suggest that ordinary, well-intentioned individuals (including an ‘odd one out’ — such as myself) may also be able to access the natural vibration (an inherent, universal energetic template) of the 33, with which to harness and manifest intentions of bloom, as well as reckoning, restitution, and reciprocity. 

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The Sacramento 6 (3+3)

I generally do not pay attention to mass shootings, knowing that every one I have looked at before turned out to be fake. I did extensive research on Columbine, Jonestown, the Pulse Nightclub, even Tienanmen Square, and found all to be hyped, and fake, fake, fake.  On March 22 of 2021 there was a supposed mass shooting at a King’s Sooper in Boulder, Colorado. At one time we lived a few blocks from there, and did our shopping there. I turned on the news to see if the event was spook-markered, and sure enough, the news reader told us that the perpetrator was frog-marched out of the store at 3:30 PM. That was all I needed to know, the appearance of the magical 33. (Columbine was declared officially over at 3:30 PM too.)

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Rocks, Rubble, and Roubles . . . and Boulé PsyActs?

“The military . . . establishes contact with a TA [target audience] using face-to-face communication (F2C) and psychological actions (PsyActs) . . . Both are audiovisual products consisting of agents of action who deliver messages to a TA . . . Both require that the people involved follow a set of guidelines while play acting to deliver the messages. Both are used to modify the behavior of the A [audience] . . . to help create audiovisual products, the military can enlist the services of theater actor guilds . . . The people who convey these messages are known as agents of action (also called actors) . . . Some agents of action can be key communicators . . . These individuals are usually seen as trustworthy to the TA . . . PsyActs are conveyed by these actors in the presence of the TA . . . The agents of action follow a general script to convey these messages. These scripts are basic guidelines which allow the actors to adjust their message as the conversation progresses so that it doesn’t sound fake . . . This is a type of live theater performance that can be carried out in a variety of settings . . .”

~ Mark M. Rich, New World War: Revolutionary Methods for Political Control

Several researchers in the truth community (see here, here, and here) have determined that the main reason for the seemingly choreographed stunt performed collaboratively by Will Smith and Chris Rock during the 94th Academy Awards ceremony was to surreptitiously promote the new Pfizer alopecia drug treatment (AKA a covert alopecia awareness campaign). Accordingly, Pfizer was a primary sponsor of the 2022 Oscars, and recently announced their new drug under development to treat alopecia.

I submit this March 30, 2022 article, “Ridiculous: Viral Oscars Theory Says Pfizer Staged Slap to Promote Alopecia Drug” and this March 31, 2022 article, “Evidence does not support the claim that Pfizer staged Oscars confrontation to promote new drug,” as evidence that the alopecia promotion narrative may have been an intentional bread crumb to lure conspiracy theorists down a scripted rabbit hole. 

I surmise that the reason why numerous truthers immediately recognized and described this stunt as being “transparent” fakery is because it may have been designed to be relatively obvious — and then subsequently (and almost instantly) mocked by the MSM. My suspicion is that the Pfizer sponsorship (and its future alopecia treatment) — as related to the Oscars and Jada Pinkett Smith — may have been inserted to induce this conspiracy theory. 

It seems nearly everyone in the fakery analysis community took the bait. 

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February 2022: The Passage of Pluto and the Palindromes

“Mechanization, we must remember, originated in the clock, in the mechanization of time…It is the mechanization of time that presupposes the tendency toward mechanization as a state of mind…Insofar as it is the projection of human thought, the technosphere is the materialization of the sum mental processes denoted and conditioned by mechanization in all its aspects, and that have their primary root in the mechanization of time. It is the mechanization of time that essentially establishes the artificial timing frequency as the capacity to engender the machine and, consequently, an artificial structure, the technosphere…The effect of adaptation to artificial mechanized time creates a social-political hierarchy known as the technocracy — rule according to the needs of technology. It is the effect of maintaining the technocracy and the technosphere itself that establishes the inability of human consciousness to do anything more than remain in a constant, servile, and unchanging state of machine dominance. All the while, by contrast to the unchanging condition of consciousness, the machines evolve exponentially in number and complexity. As Marshall McLuhan so correctly put it, the humans are the bees of the machine.” 

~ José Argüelles, Time & The Technosphere: The Law of Time in Human Affairs (p. 81-83)

Writer’s Note: My December 2021 post, “The Stench of Digital Dung: Virtual Variants, Trigger Events, and Blockchain Cults,” may serve as a primer to grasp the broader context of this exposition. Once again, I am simpatico with Goro et al. in the context of occult timing of current events. I gratefully offer multiple hat tips to Goro and his commenters at Super Torch Ritual for their keen insights (although, very importantly, I do NOT share their collective perspective on Putin and nuclear weapons).

Pluto and the Palindromes . . . Sort of sounds like it could be the catchy name of a 1950s rock-n-roll band . . . It does have a ring of retro music to it. For readers who may have landed upon this post to hear some rockin’ music, or to read a reminiscent diatribe on “oldies,” I will disappoint. However, for readers who have an interest in palindromes (and time inversion), please stick around . . . Hey, who doesn’t love palindromes?

Herein, I present how the timing of events matters to the mechanized Machine. At this moment in time — in order to gain clarity amidst perceived chaos — it may be less helpful to explore the “who, what, when, where, why, and how” involved in the most recent reported events (as well as the obvious question, qui bono?); but instead, ask a potentially more informative question,“why now?”

Why now?

Whether we believe in astronomy, astrology, or numerology does not really matter. Whomever — or whatever — comprises the predatory dominating system on this planet will still continue to operate within these esoteric territories . . . as they believe in these constructs.  I think this is a crucial distinction. 

So let’s peer retroactively behind the occulted curtain. In a sense, we are going backwards — rewinding in time. I suppose we could say this exercise in hindsight is not 20/20, but rather, so 2022. That said, I would much prefer to have a heads up prior to orchestrated events, but I am no fan of (nor believer in) prophecy, nor do I have access to advanced time-altering devices (keep reading). Thus, hindsight remains in play for now. 

Given that all the airwaves have been buzzing about shelling in Ukraine, I thought I may raise some esoteric considerations, most of which are not on the radar. Speaking of radar (yes, a palindrome), shall we explore palindromic explosions in Ukraine? Have I piqued your interest? Hopefully, my term, palindromic explosions, will make more sense by the end of this read.

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Me and Adolf share one thing, at least

I was born on April 20, 1950. It so happens that I share that birth date with Adolf Hitler. However, I doubt that is his real birthday. It just so happens that in a non-leap year, that day is the 110th of the year, or an expression of 11, a spook marker. I am thinking now I should also examine February 2, the 33rd day of the year, and of course March 11, an expression of 33 and the day the WHO declared the worldwide Covid pandemic. But for today, I will stick with April 20th. [Later insertion: March 3, maybe too obvious to use?] Given what we know about spook markers and fake events, I think it safe to say that any of the following events could be suspicious in nature. The only thing I am certain of is that I was born on that day. I have the paperwork to prove it … wait a minute, birth certificates can be forged. Never mind. I am a spook.

I left out all athletic events. It so happens that several major league baseball stadiums opened in that day, but the baseball season starts that time of year. Certain other events seemed real, such as a 2013 earthquake in China that killed 193 and injured 11,826 – those are not spooky numbers. [Later insertion: 11, 8 and 26 are 11 with two expressions of 8.] I would be curious, of course, if readers were to examine events on their own birthday, to learn if any other day in the year has as many suspicious occurrences. In the end, it could all be subjective thinking on my part, and the events could be natural and real.

You might say that I need to busy myself with more important affairs, and I would agree. I started out here with the idea that at age 71, I would list the major public hoaxes that have occurred in my lifetime. It seemed a tedious chore, and I got distracted. I may yet do that, as my feeling was that very little around us that qualifies as a public event is real.

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