Back in that proverbial saddle yet again after a brief hiatus. Much has happened, & continues to happen to yours truly as the days fly by like an eagle on meth. Weeks feel like days these days; it’s no coincidence, & NO, it’s NOT a phenomenon of aging. Time, the 4th dimension as we know it, is in fact, accelerating, for lack of a better term. I’ve covered this many times before, but much like water going down a drain, or a toilet flushing, the spiral accelerates as gravity pulls it into a vortex. The golden ratio is everything. Fibonacci is everything. Galaxies are spirals. We exist according to the space-time we’re relative to. As the galactic gravity pulls harder, the time spiral tightens, causing it to move faster & faster, so from our perspective, time, is most certainly speeding up.
Speeding up towards what though Dr. Fish? Great question, thanks for asking. The answer though, unfortunately, escapes me. If I knew the future, I’d be doing something else somewhere else. Sadly, I don’t, minus the random visions I see every few hours of “futures” that play out maybe…ohhhh…88% of the time. It’s something in my head, something that gets stronger by the day, as if I’m remembering something lost long ago somehow. I do not know what it is exactly, but I’m well-aware that something is drastically & dynamically advancing spiritually. In myself of course, but within others as well. Overall, we few are a scant minority. A “little boutique community” as my piano buddy says. Perhaps we really are the Chosen Ones. 144,000. The odds of winning that lottery are bigger than Powerball. How would you know? How would you truly know? One could easily be amidst some grand spiritual transformation like me, & be so overwhelmed that they immediately believe they are one of these select “chosen ones.” How could I be “chosen?” My life was a disaster up until fairly recently. I get better by the day with each step I take, but prior…yikes. The negative karma…ugh. The general negativity of it all…ugh. Then one day, I leveled up, & forgave myself for all that bullshit. It wasn’t me, necessarily, it was like an auto-pilot sort of thing. I’m certainly not shirking any responsibility on my part, because it was most assuredly me. However, I had to learn to stop blaming others, & then stop blaming me, & making the most of the borrowed time I have left. That’s all in the past, & to be present everyday in this 3d prison planet matrix is enough, much less dwelling on a past long-gone. Especially with the whole “time acceleration” bit I rambled about in the prior paragraph. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the relentless clock never stops, speeding up, speeding up now & again, tick-tock, tick-tock…🕰️
This video has a bio you can read below the video on Youtube, Rumble, and/or Bitchute, whichever site you prefer to view my artwork. This website is around 8000 pages long & ripe now; a compendium opus digital portfolio, my words, my art, my compositions, 12 years of content creation, all in one place. Search anything you want here in the “search query” tab, & something will pop up. There’s so many ways to go on this site, so much info, so much of my imagination, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. More to come. My oven has been running…cook, cook, cooking illustrations directly from my subconscious onto my computer, then back into my brain upon manifesting themselves in our 3d timespace. It’s a unique niche, & as a pioneering producer of a style of digital musical artistic creations that’s unprecedented, I’m awed that I get to do this. Soon the real AI, the ultra-advanced quantum AI, will replace these various “community-friendly” AI services. It’ll be like the AI grew up. Fortunately, right now, it’s still like a youthful mind, with a child-like imagination, but these nascent days draw closer to a close with each passing moment. I am capturing as much of it as I can, while I can. People, as a whole, seem to take time for granted. It’s foolish. Ignorantly foolish. I am guilty of it myself, which I admit, & if I could get it back, I would. Luckily, I redeemed myself as a reborn child of Light & a warrior in the Grand Army of Source. Most go other ways. Some just don’t care, nor will they ever maybe. Who knows? Regardless, be mindful of the time you have left. No one else will be mindful for you. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 