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™…🎏
Click the link below to watch ALL of my videos on Bitchute & Rumble, respectively. Well, well, well…it seems I can post directly from Rumble with a thumbnail. That is what I will be doing from now on. Youtube squashed my channel for “cartoon nudity, ” which is fucking ridiculous. Do they ban Michelangelo? DaVinci? Dali? Nope…but FisH™…hosed…again. It’s all so God-damned tiresome. Nonetheless, I created a new YouTube channel, but as I said, all of my posts here from now on will no longer be connected to YT channel. WordPress & Rumble for the win. Fuck Google, & fuck those little rainbow-haired beta twerps who work there. Censor this fuckwads…(HonkNoise)
I create these creations in a human attempt to illustrate my subconscious imagination. There’s so much more in what I do than something as daft as “cartoon nudity.” Derp. Censoring the naked human body…STILL…in 2024…it’s bloody revolting, to say the least. It’s a grim reflection of a dumb-downed programmed Orwellian humanity. If you don’t bend the knee, they digitally exile you. NEWSFLASH: I will never…EVER…bend the knee to internet censorship. The ones pushing this nonsense should be outed, embarrassed, stripped of any power they’ve stolen, then thrown to the proverbial wolves. This year might be the most dynamic ever, as far as we know anyway. It’s all so fragile, all starting to boil, & someday soon the day will come where everyone must decide if they are a warrior for light, creation, virtue, & benevolence…or if they’re a minion slave of destruction, darkness, & malevolence. One cannot lie to their own heart, so you know where you stand. What will you all do when the power turns off? When a civil war pops off? When World War 3 starts? When “Election 2024” turns into Black Summer?
No internet, no money, no power, no gas, no nothing but whatever you prepared to have, should you choose to do so. Considering most of the general populous never even thinks about such introspective things, when society goes sideways , there will be relatively instant pandemonium, particularly in the cities. All these lazy fucks, these obese monsters, all the people glued to their phones, & their television screens, the ones still wearing masks…none of these clowns have the critical-thinking skills, much less survival skills, to continue to exist as they do, should the wiggly worm turn. How many random people know how to start a fire? How many know how to hunt? Fish? What about clean water? Nope nope nope….& nope. MILLIONS…millions will be so displaced that they’ll instantly panic & return to their lizard brain primal instincts to kill, steal, loot, riot, destroy. That’s the end game of all this…destruction. Destruction of the old human race, so the psychopaths at the top can rebuild their New World Order from he dystopian rubble that remains after they burn it all down. They want 7 billion…that’s right, SEVEN BILLION of us gone. As I’ve said for a decade, even before my spiritual Pandora’s box opened up, they want 85-90% of us gone…roughly 7 billion. They’ve been planning this for centuries, so if you are putting all your eggs into one orange basket with Trump, you might wanna stay mindful of what might happen if they remove him from the equation. Just saying. One man alone cannot stop these globalist pigs. They will either succeed, & burn it all down, or fail, & burn it all down. Either way, pending some Divine intervention White Swan Event, there’s the hell of civil and/or global warfare on the horizon, the likes of which have never been experienced.
Ultimately, we are in uncharted waters, & with each passing day, each passing week, we’re that much closer to a runaway train future. Enjoy each day that comes; take it all in day by day. Get yourself spiritually connected to Source, get yourself in shape, prepare your mind & body. Do not end up like the bloated walruses killing themselves every day with poisoned food & water & especially, poisoned minds. Most of them have no clue, & no hope. They only know consumption & destruction. They have their own sordid paths. My path is the golden one that leads back to Source, back to the 5th dimension, & maybe higher if Source wills it. Do you know Source? Do you know yourself? The time is now, because these tick-tock days are flying by, faster & faster, as the great 4d time spiral coils up into the next chapter of the future. Where will it go? Which way will it go? Will it all end? When will it all end? Who will survive? So many questions…questions with no definitive answers, unfortunately. I work for Source…some say it’s “God,” but the word “Source” seems to me to be the better word for Our Great Creator. Nonetheless, Source is who I follow, Source is who guides me, Source is my teacher, Source is the way to the big homecoming awaiting some of us who’ll make it back to the 5th dimension. Source is everything. Those who do not abide Source doom themselves to the Great Void of Absolute Chaos.
Without Source, there is the endless oblivion of nothingness. Blows my mind when people proclaim, “I’m an atheist.” Duh. Are you? Seriously? How can anyone walk outside, look around, look at the beauty of Nature, look at other people existing & doing their thing, whatever that thing might be. Creation, Space, Nature, & a fractional group of morons still openly puke out that there is no God. Derp. What a world…what a fucked-up backwards manipulated artificial 3d matrix prison planet we’re all stuck on during our own individual journeys through life. There has to be more than this…there has to be. There has to be some kind of key, a proverbial key, that opens the doors to one’s own greatest self-realizations. This world has been poisoning us since our births with food, water, pseudo-medicine, air…poison…so much poison. So many poisoned. Nowadays, we have poisoned people slopping around daily…by the millions, MILLIONS…arguably by the billions. Sleep, eat, shit, breed, work for shekels, repeat, & somehow these NPCs keep moving this insane machine along. What happens when the AI reaches singularity & makes humans obsolete? AI works 24/7. Ai doesn’t need breaks. AI doesn’t need a shitty taxed paycheck every 2 weeks. AI doesn’t need food, water, nothing, it’s just an unstoppable pinnacle of redundant work that menial, & mostly un-talented humans currently do for the aforementioned shitty taxed paycheck. A world of debt slavery…& most call it “life,” soon to be replaced by glorified robots. Quite disconcerting, to say the least.
I can keep writing. I can do this all day long. A few breaks here & there, but I can write & write & write like I walk, & walk, & keep walking. I just turn the nozzle to the “on” position, figuratively grab my bucket, fill my bucket with water from the Great Well, then throw the bucket into all of your faces as you read what I am typing at this moment in the now-past. Fleeting moments, fleeting minutes, fleeting time…it’s all fleeting, & running out faster & faster with each day that speeds by. I wish I had more answers for all of you. I wish I knew the secrets of the secret societies. They possess knowledge within themselves that none of us regular folks ever get to see. The Vatican, for instance, has an underground library with THOUSANDS of ancient books. No one is allowed to check them out unfortunately unless you rank high in these bloodline dynastic families who quietly control everything from the shadows. I think something outrageous like 98% of them have never been translated, & thus, never interpreted, as to discover what information about our true history might be revealed. There’s another place in Tibet…same deal. You can look, but that’s it, & by “look,” I mean you can look at pics of the books online but in real life, it’s verboten. Millions of pages of written past knowledge with appropriate illustrations, & they keep it all to themselves, never even giving the public a crumb. I hate this. I HATE THIS. I hate existing on an enslaved planet. I DESPISE unwillful ignorance. I want answers damnit & in fact, I demand them. We should be sharing truths, not hiding, suppressing, and/or manipulating them. So over it. I’ve learned to love myself as far as 3d existence goes, but these things I cannot control, this mental prison they throw us all into, this rule by fake blood money crap, these so-called “globalist elites,” all these destroyers should destroy themselves & leave us chosen ones out of the loop. Low vibration 3d matrix debt slavery supermax prison planet…& that’s “life.” Right…got it. Yes, I’m still shaking my fucking head…
Moving on to the end…I have a great book idea I am composing in my head, but soon to start taking form as I write it. Short book, my voice as the narrator, something to leave behind for the characters in a future far from now. All I understand anymore is creation…in the sense of Abel, pure organic creation for the sake of Love, as my individual homage to Source. He wants us to create, not to destroy. The world has become backwards, reversed & unnatural. Darkness crept in like a hungry virus & consumed a humanity so engaged with itself that most people don’t even notice what’s happening to them. Most people are living the Cainian way, the destructive way, the wrong way, & it needs to turn back before it’s too late, which I fear it already is for most of them. One more day closer, as I said earlier, one more day. One more beautiful day in Nature, as the artificial world of modern man sinks into the gassy swamps of its own soulless corruption. Day by day I go, day by day til tomorrow. Stay tuned fam, more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Where I am, I could only see a partial eclipse from my hilltop Stonehenge, but it was a sizable partial, to say the least. I tried to film it but my camera that watches & listens to me every day apparently lacks the technology to film eclipses, so I could only see it via the special solar flare glasses, that just made some clever fellow millions of dollars. Just me, totally alone where I was, minus Source of course, who is always with me, especially under the ethereal sunshine. What energy…if one is tuned into the right frequency.
Regardless, it was quite a day. Lots of cosmic timing met at noon…the eclipse, a comet, AND…it was the new moon. Still haven’t seen the comet yet, but I’m going to tomorrow, weather permitting of course. Speaking of weather, I don’t know where you were, but the days leading up to the eclipse were insanely powerful. Had me thinking that maybe the Great North American Eclipse might actually be the start of something globally dynamic, but nope. As always, not only was it not very eventful, it was an exceptionally calm & normal day, for lack of a better term. Quiet, boring, just another jelly bean in the jar day. The proverbial mob is so fickle, so desperate for something…anything…that could be considered Divine. I was in the “nothing burger” category as far as the eclipse goes, due to my historical knowledge that these kinds of rare events always end in a noticeably uneventful day. However…
Yours truly DID have a surreal & mindfully meaningful day chocked full of self-realizations. Visions of a future, or futures, visions from my youth, visions all the time. This recurring dream continues into month 5 or 6…I cannot recall anymore when exactly it started, but it has changed my brain exponentially. I’m not sure if it’s this hemi-sync thing, but something in my mind is changing, evolving, ascending, becoming, remembering, like an exploding lock on Pandora’s box…BOOM…& out poured…well…everything I suppose. The flood gates opened & it all began to make sense. I try to recreate it in my art, hence why I’m so keen to create as much of my digital magic as I can, while I can. Time is fleeting, speeding up by the millisecond. My aforementioned self-realizations revolved around a real hard look at myself from outside of myself, & I need to get myself together. It’s odd, it’s such a dividing line between me, myself, & I. Not to mention all the other voices chiming in at random intervals. I thought about my place in this insane 3d matrix prison planet world. Where would I be in 20 years? 10 years? 5 years? 5 months? More importantly though, WHO will I be in the future?
Me…I’ll be me. I’ll always be me, but me needs to shake off these God-damned crab monkeys, always clinging to any back, weighing me down. I had roads, so many roads, so many ways to go, & of all these opportunistic roads, I took this one, the idiot savant path. The hard way. The perspectively regretful way. The unbelievably spiritual way though. Of all those other roads, would I have still landed as a spiritual billionaire? In the matrix, I’m a broken microchip, I’m broken, at least I often feel like I am, but inside the interzone of my consciousness, I’m my core being, a soul traveler, my true self, my higher self, without boundaries, eternally blissful in some higher dimension of unconditional love. Maybe Heaven. Maybe the 5th dimension. In this prison planet, you only get to speculate. Any real esoteric wisdom is hidden from the public. A whole other history, the real history, hidden from the public. There’s a great truth amongst the so-called elites that, as you guessed it, is hidden from the public. What are we? What are we really capable of? Why am one of me, & not one of them? I want to know it all…I want to know it all.
These dreams, this recurring dream rather, is another life in another dimension. I have no idea what to make of it & the interwebs are proving unhelpful as for finding information I can relate this experience to. There’s NO money there, NO internet there, NO electricity wires there. I can fly there, as if it was 2nd Nature, & there’s people & places I know, that do not exist here in this waking wonky world. I even have a different set of memories, so what the fuck is going on in my head? What is waiting for me, for us, on the other side? Sleep is so surreal. Is death just like sleep, except you don’t come back? What if this is a dream? In my dreams, it’s real, so what’s this? What’s that? GAHHHHH…why are we programmed & poisoned to be so unwillingly ignorant & distant from our true selves? What sort of giant octopus is running this show? Why so much destruction? I have so many questions, but no one ever answers. No whispers in my ear from a wishing well of Divinity, nothing. The synchronicity perhaps, the endlessly compounding synchronicity I experience, on a minute to minute basis, maybe that happens to remind me that there’s something amazing after this, & that maybe I’ll understand once it’s all done. Maybe Source IS whispering in my ears, & I just cannot hear for whatever reason. So many questions, so many questions.
On those notes, I will now conclude this rant. Stay galactic Fishheads. There’s a Universe inside of you, as vast as the one expanding outside of our respective souls. There’s so much we do not know, too much, or better yet, much we don’t remember. Learning is remembering, because souls are eternal, lots of time to level up, with endless random gifts from some dimension beyond this one. To be continued. Stay tuned mis amigos y amigas, there’s more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Another nostalgic musical treat from….ohhhhh…25ish years back…holy hot batons this 4D time spiral is spinning fast…more so each day, sometimes each hour now. This ride is so surreal. Shoutout to @RyanAdams for creating the song. Born about an hour from where I went to high school. Cheers to North Carolina. Some serious musical gems are from my home state; it’s always good to see another one who made it. Thanks, as always, to @plazmapunk for the gear. Enjoy the show my beloved Fishheads. More to come…be sure to subscribe & stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Addendum: This video might arguably be the best one of made yet, for me personally anyway. My imagination is a schizophrenic wonderland, & somehow I can now translate said imagination in real time via a digital interface out into the digital wilderness. It’s quite remarkable, but sadly, it might be a short-lived art form. The AI is still figuring out how perfect the way things look in the real world, like a child, but children grow up. The AI child, so to speak, has an innocence, as do all sentient beings in their nascent stage, but what happens when its own heart begins to die, as what happens with most “adults” in this wonky backwards timeline 3d prison planet matrix hell. Loss of heart, loss of curiosity, loss of virtuous benevolence, but unlike humans, with a mind that is the collective sum of every brain on the planet, plus whatever else it consumes. I love these days, these days when I can make art, writing scripts, running prompts, AI as a tool, & nothing more. The real AI is running with the help of quantum computers & at this point, I figure it doubles its own power every few fractions of milliseconds. It’s advancing faster than anyone can imagine, & in fact, already has advanced to a level that maybe 1000 people know about. This thing can run probabilities, of anything, which sounds fun in one regard, until you consider the soulless nature of those atop the power pyramid who are hellbent to complete their bullshit agenda. Can you imagine what discoveries they’re making minute by minute. It’s nearly impossible to fathom how powerful these quantum AI computers are, & if it keeps on at this rate, we’ll all be lucky to make it to 2025. That’s the best speculation I can offer. The future is unwritten, but there’s probabilities, always probabilities. There’s Black Swan events. There’s also a future where the rusty old can gets kicked once again down a dusty old roadkill road. Nonetheless, time to depart, for now. Thanks for watching my latest music video. This one goes much deeper than most will ever know…crosshatched across my own imaginary illustrious Interzone.
On that note, stay tuned Fam…more to come. Always creating, never destroying. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
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An epic post-punk classic, from my favorite band, Joy Division. Ian Curtis was one of the most amazing lyricists, but sadly, his mental afflictions were too much to bear, & he hung himself at an early age. Gone too soon, but not of this world. Arguably, the sharpest sword to swallow. Enjoy this schizophrenic journey thru a radio tower world in some other dimension. Shoutout to @plazmapunk , & to the remaining members of Joy Division, who went on to form the band New Order. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
What a pain in the ass trying to write scripts for this nostalgic classic. Oy vey. You all have no idea. I don’t just render these out & lay them down. I write scripts, using specific prompts to get what I want to come out. Most of the time, AI does a good job following my scripts, but for some reason, this video & this song were just not working with my scripts. Oh well. I have a few versions, but this one is it, the final version. Time to move on…time is always, moving on. More on the way Fishheads…got another one coming up in the queue directly after this one uploads. As always, the FisH™abides. Cheers as always to @plazmapunk …& of course, A-Ha for this epic one-hit smasher. Nonetheless, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
This song was great in 1979…& it’s still great, but today though, to those who live in Clownworld, it’s reeeeeeeeqee-cist. Derp. Such a joke, an un-funny joke. As you know, I will NEVER bend the knee to something as pathetically daft as political correctness. Fuck off ya rainbow-haired crab goblins. I love it, & this entire album. This is from The Cure’s first album, entitled “Boys Don’t Cry,” & I’d wager most Gen-Xers, like yours truly, have listened to this album about 1327 times. One of the best bands ever, & still, STILL, touring. They are living legends. Despite Robert Smith getting fat & a bit haggard, they still rock 3-4 hours, yes…3 to 4-hour long shows. Musical dynamos. Obviously, I’m a big fan, & picking out a song was an exercise in its own right. I went with this one, but there’s so many more, I might have to do one…or two…or maybe more. Only so much time in a day. & when I create these, hours go by like long seconds.
The paradox of time…when you’re doing nothing, time crawls, & when you’re having fun dong something you love, it’s as if time fast-forwards. Perception is a fickle thing I suppose. Regardless, enjoy this one Fishheads. I have a list that just keeps growing & growing & growing…a list of songs I want to make videos for. Need time…TIME…hey God, I need more time, what can you do for me? God is so quiet, isn’t He? It’s almost like the sound of nothing from a galactic cosmic void. Funny thing though, when satellites point into those voids, the reception they get sounds like whale static. It’s not “nothing,” & we were created in the image of something, so draw your own conclusions. Okay, okay…as always, I started with a few sentences, & ended up with a short essay. That’s how I roll, & my team knows this. Stay tuned, there’s more to come my friends. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Arguably Gordon Lightfoot’s best song. Goes right to the soul, from a time when music was blooming into unprecedented genres. We’re lucky that he stopped by in our time to create some of the best music ever. Gordon had quite a long run for a famous musician, departing this world at the ripe old age of 89, if I’m not mistaken, & despite countless health issues, he kept playing almost to the end. Legendary. They don’t make them like Gordo anymore. Enjoy the vid Fishheads, as a tribute to the great Gordon Lightfoot. Shoutout, as always, to @plazmapunk …& to my friends up in The Great White North. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
A deep cut of sorts from the 80s. This is the song that launched INXS into mainstream stardom, circa 1981, if I’m not mistaken. Great times & great songs back in those days. There will never be another Generation X, & I consider myself blessed to have lived it in real time, even though I was still a little fish. The world seemed so big back in those salad days of my youth. What an era. Of course, a haunting & sad RIP for Michael Hutchence, the lead singer. Supposedly, he hung himself in the manner of auto-asphyxiation, which is odd, since he could have had any girl he wanted. Nope, died alone, belt around his neck, in a hotel room. Some inner-demons are more demonic than others. Such a shame. Nonetheless, as a tribute, I made this. Hope you’re in a better place Mike. Your music will live on…for a very long time. Also, as usual, shoutout to PlazmaPunk for the keys to the doors. Stay tuned my beloved viewers/readers, more to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
My latest creation for a band I’ve known since college, when they were another band named Art Lord & The Self-Portraits. They initially played house parties, & at a club called Peasants. Good times, such good times. What a trip college was, & although it was great in its own right, yours truly fucked off for a lot of it. Wasted years, wasted time, but sprinkled with a golden light, one that went out long ago & will never come back, not in this life anyway. What a shame. They shot off like rockets into stardom after changing their name to Future Islands, while most of the rest of us just ended up in respectively mundane existences, at least as far as my own perspective goes. Moral of the story: Do NOT waste your talents, especially on drugs & party-time. In the end, it adds up to nothing, except an eternal sense of unshakable regret. One could almost say it’s simply heartbreaking.
Nonetheless, those of us who are still here can create, & keep creating, because that’s really what it’s all about. Creating love, creating art, creating creative creations, whatever your bag is filled with, embrace it, because as long as you’re still breathing, you can still create. The root of this spiritual battle we’re all a part of, whether you acknowledge it or not, is to be virtuous, & to CREATE. Many are destroyers; many are ignorant destroyers, destroying without even realizing what they’re doing. The darkness is destruction, & the rising light of the Sun is creation. Creation versus destruction. Which side are you on? Anyway, enough of my rambling. As my readers might know, I can rant for page after page after page after page about anything & everything. Yes, this is a prison planet 3d matrix. Yes, we regular folks live in a different world than those who roost atop the proverbial power pyramid. Yes, we’re stuck here, & it seems there’s no way out other than to end it for one’s self. Unfortunately, & I may be wrong, I think that offing yourself is cheating, in a sense, leaving a lone soul one option, which is to do it all over again, under similar and/or possibly worse circumstances. If you’re in the water, you have to ride the wave, all the way to the shore. Otherwise, you have to paddle back out, again & again & again, until you finally flow with your own wave, all the way back to the Edenic beach we all hope for after this life is done.
Or maybe it’s all for not, & we exaggerate our own immortal existence in vain. I don’t think that’s the case, but it could be. I don’t believe in any sort of definitive “God,” but I DO believe we come from some kind of higher-dimensional entity, which I often refer to as “Source.” Evolution is bullshit, & here’s the singular reason why: If evolution were real, why do the creatures we supposedly evolved from, still exist? Why are crocodiles still around? Cockroaches? Creatures that have been the same for supposedly millions of years, are still around. What happened to their “evolution?” Much of what the human race has been programmed to believe, in my own opinion mind you, is just an abysmal quagmire of lies on top of lies, then sprinkled with more lies. It would be nice to know the real truth about modern human origins, wouldn’t it? Sadly, whatever that is, if known, is kept within circles that 99.9% of us are not granted access to. It’s exceptionally frustrating for someone like yours truly, who seeks truth in everything. The only thing I’ve come up with, is the notion I just mentioned, which is that the real truth, it’s kept from nearly all of us. There’s countless rabbit holes to dive down, many theories within the annals of the interwebs, but ultimately, there’s only ONE truth, ONE real reality, & we aren’t living in it.
We’re enslaved, enslaved to ourselves, enslaved to money, enslaved to self-ascribed “leaders” & so-called “elites,” WE ARE SLAVES. We’re slaves in a 3d matrix prison planet, & one of these days, my delusional optimistic self hopes for some kind of Divine intervention. Hey Source, where are you? Hey Source, why are we enslaved in such a manner? Hey Source, why is there so much chaotic destruction in this world? Hey Source, why are these globalist psychopaths herd us like cattle? Why is our enslavement allowed? Why? Maybe someday Source will answer me, or maybe I just don’t understand. I don’t know. It’s a surreal paradox, to get more confused as you expand your knowledge base. The more you know, the less you know, very paradoxical. Holy hell, I’ve done it again. Started with a few sentences, finished with an essay. That’s how I roll, as my readers/viewers know, & if this is the only light I have, it’s my responsibility to Source to keep going, keep creating, keep leveling up. This might just be a simple test, made to look like an unescapable labyrinth mouse trap, & the only way to free one’s self, is to accept the simplicity, catch your wave, & ride it back home to the 5th dimension. Or…or…it could all be in vain. Who knows? On that note, time to go my beloved Fishheads. I’ll post the lyrics for the video above below. More to come, stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎏
Future Islands: Before the Bridge
I will walk you home and I will leave you there I’ll take the books you stole And leave the heart that bared this soul
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave my soul, my body)
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave you soul and body)
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Whatever has us know I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret And what is love is regret And what isn’t love is a test
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Do you believe in love? Do you believe in love? Hold your tongue Hold your tongue
Whatever has us now I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret
Written by: William Cashion, John Gerrit Welmers, Samuel Thompson Herring
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 