Geez Louise, is there any place that WON’T ban me?…fuckin hell, this is outrageous. I can’t say anything anywhere anymore, & people think that only China erases people. Fuck no, it’s already in the West, & since I am my own living example, I can assure you, it’s very real. Honestly, this isn’t even the bad times, I know, it sucks ass, believe me I know, but despite how bad it may seem, the roller coaster is still boarding. The worst is yet to come for sure, & dumbasses like me who have a virtually nonexistent credit score because it’s so low, you can believe that when the real Chinese-style credit system comes in to this once-great country, as the USSA quickly degenerates into a 3rd world communist hellhole, it’s going to make living impossible, unless you do some kind of side-hustle, & it better be lucrative, because everything is on the line if you get caught. The beginning of the real end is upon us. This world of 8 billion people is simply too many, according to those ruling elites of course. As soon as the AI has the ability to do what any average human can do, the slaughter will begin. I bring all of these things up, because Reddit, of all places, has systematically banned me from various “communities,” for just posting my articles from here onto there. I thought Reddit was all about open-discussion, but apparently, it’s a bunch of digital cliques, & obviously there’s some cool ones too, but one after another, they keep booting me, & now I’ve been warned that if it continues, I’ll receive the dreaded “banned-for-life” violation, & then Reddit can join the club with Facebook, Twitter, GIPHY, Bitchute, WhatsApp, & I’m sure there’s some app and/or site I am missing, not to mention being shadowbanned everywhere no matter where, but you get the point, yes? Exiled from 3d prion planet world, banished from the digital world, what world is left for me to go to? The after-world? Where do you go when there’s nowhere left to go?
If I had enough money, I’d go live in The Salton Sea for a month or two, just to get completely away from any sort of Hunger Games-ish society, before it’s too late to go anywhere anymore. What happened to this world? It started out with this amazingly innocent light magic, then over time, darkness corrupts that brightly beating heart until it dies, & never beats again. It’s not a life of “living,” it’s a life of dying, “life” is an oxymoron in itself, & when I look around & bear witness to how quickly society is backwards-walking in some kind of neo-devolutionary state, degenerating in real-time into their primally savage instincts. Not to mention, plugged into their phones like zombies, as intended, but beyond that, notice how many people just go out in their pajamas these days? It cannot just be me, & I know, this phenomenon is widespread…this bizarre notion to wear out in public, what you wear around the house when you laze around. What is happening to this culture, this global culture, it’s just so upside-down, & I lived through it/am living through it in real-time & it’s like some kind of dream because it feels real, physically, but mentally, it’s all so maddening, it’s so unnatural, just to back up & look at the entire machine as a whole, it’s utter madness that this whole thing continues to steam roll ahead, straight into a one world order technocratic future dystopia. It’s them, & us, as I’ve said ad nauseam on this site, & they, are intent on starting over essentially, with all of the ultra-technology being developed behind the scenes, with help from a “sentient” AI, with 7 billion or so of us, us “regular folks” out of the way, to live on a new Earth, one where all of the “royal” bloodlines live in a utopia, & those of us who survive the Great Holocaust, will be in a constant survival mode, just to eat, just to live. Like I mentioned earlier if you think it’s bad now, just wait. It’s not what I want, obviously, but the pragmatist in me sees the course ahead of the Great Snowball, & it’s going to get bumpy. Until next time dear readers, how does one prepare for a future in which they have already been excluded from? I mind my own mind, so perhaps mind yours. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
If any of you believe that these idiots in the article linked above are real “white supremacists,” you probably also believed that the fake vaccine would help you prevent Covaids. This is the biggest bunch of bullshit since “Patriot Front,” another fed-ran group created to cause a stir among the populous against a non-existent “white supremacy.” The fake news channels have worked feverishly to promote a national crisis against the legions of “white supremacist Nazi bigot racist man-splainers,” & their respective “white privilege” cards. None of those ridiculous fantasies actually exist of course, not at all, but here in Clownworld, all you have to do is pretend that things are real, & just like magic, they’re real, especially to a society that’s so fickle & easily led by fear, which as a universal notion, is really mass psychosis. I’ve mentioned this before; the term I like to use is hypno-psychosis, because, in this “modern age,” people are led to their psychoses by whatever is broadcast through their televisions via programming, to generate a state of alpha-wave hypnosis. Then, they go about their day believing what they’ve been programmed, i.e…hypnotized, to believe, existing in a bubble of conformation bias through your friends t the proverbial water cooler, & your social media, where groups of the same tribe digitally conglomerate & exaggerate the fear en masse, making it into a mass psychosis, a mass formation psychosis to be more technically precise. Everyone understand? Get it? Got it? Wunderbar.
Now, I’m no psychologist, no psychiatrist, no “ist” at all. My degree is a BA in bullshit, & I have a faux master’s that only exists on my forever-rejected resume. No skill set whatsoever, other than this drivel that I write, so by no means should you listen to and/or believe anything I say. I’m mostly just an observer, probably because I’m too retarded to do anything really useful. I’m what parents warn their kids about becoming, as far as wasting one’s life, & I feel bad when I see a little fat kid, with an immature face, just dumbed-down as it gets from having a poor home life. I rarely see a dad around little fatty, at least at the grocery store, which is the extent of “going out in public” for me, the most I bother to do anymore anyway. That poor little chubchub is already off to a terrible start, bred by idiots who should’ve needed documentation to reproduce. I see this EVERY TIME I am at the grocery store, the figurative fat kid, & it’s not only sad, it’s hart-breaking that they’ll never really get a chance. Their pisspoor parents failed them already, & there’s little hope they’ll become what they dream about becoming. Fucked at birth; this mantra haunts me, particularly when I try to comprehend the current state of this waning forsaken humanity, but, humanity lost me along ago, or maybe I lost it, I don’t even know anymore. Something went askew…way askew, & never came back into parallelity again. Yes, I made up that word just know, like when two sides of the road run parallel in opposite directions, but apply it to one’s path in life…”parallelity.” I DO have a BA in English, & my thought has always been that if a word you use is grammatically feasible & correct, who’s to say whether or not it’s a word? I don’t recall electing some “officials” to determine which words can be deemed as words, & which can’t, do you? No, you don’t because WE didn’t; none of us did, but again, we are supposed to abide these rules, & no one even knows the game, much less the rules.
Nonetheless, just to segue back to the title of this article, & speaking about games, the FED is playing quite a game with their undercover white supreme pizza agents, especially with this new gang, who ride or die for the moniker “Blood Tribe,” which might be the corniest name for a gang ever created. Seriously, at the very least it makes the top 3. They’re so bad at this, these moronic FEDs, they’re so God-damned horrible at what they do, that they do shit like this, assuming the general populous is as clueless as they are, when in fact, in…fact, more people than one might think are waking up from the Platonian Cave illusion, more each day, all asking, “Who the fuck is that guy behind the curtain orchestrating all this chaos?” If it ever comes to the day when the so-called “ruling elites” feel that we, the peasantry, will overtake them, they will engage one of many contingency plans to ensure their own survival. They have a plan for everything; if. there’s a nuclear war, there are bunkers for the global elites, but not for us peasants mind you; if a real global pandemic that kills millions breaks out, again, they have bunkers, as well as the cures for any diseases, they just don’t tell us that they have the cure for everything, so again we the peasants lose. Perhaps a micro-nova from the Sun erupts, one that shifts the poles, as well as creates massive lightning bolts that transform the ground(Electric Universe), & wipes out 85-90% of us, & they know when it will happen, but they won’t tell us, because once again, they’ ll be safe in their bunkers. They don’t care about us or our issues, & it’s an unforgiving squared off slab of concrete for those who have no family, no friends, no job, no money, no home, no bed to sleep on, no life, like reading off the roll-call for a degenerate seven dwarves, but if you hit all seven of those of those unfortunate situations, there’s seemingly no hope left, is there?NO…HOPE…LEFT, & being in this dire 7 dismal position, if/when the dreaded end comes, whether or not the end comes via war, pandemic, market crash, whatever ending comes for us all, fuck-offs like yours truly will be absolutely expendable. “Collateral damage,” is what we will be described as after the government comes to Fortunately, like a cockroach, somehow I feel like I’ll survive. Anyway, I’m wrapping this one up a bit abruptly. Until next time dear readers, my black ass is tired, so when you’re black ass is tired too, it’s time to hit the floor-bed. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
What a life, what a life this life has lived up to, now at this middle-age, assuming I make it to old age. Unfortunately , the marathon just backed up 25 years or so, I’m starting me alllllllllllll the way back at square one. Of course, if I were actually in my early 20s, it would be great right, starting over?…but regrettably for yours truly, I am not. I don’t have time to start back at the rockiest rock bottom ever, so I suppose I’ll just spend the rest of my miserable days slinging shitty weed to automatonic customers who are so unbelievably ill-informed about what they’re doing, it’s almost a joke on top of a joke. The main joke would be back to doing this nonsense again, after 6 weeks quitting no less, & the other joke being that I can barely tolerate these “patients” now, but I’d love customers like these back in the day, ones that paid whatever I told them the price was, as well as assumed that because I say it’s good, it’s good. Despite this being a legal job, the dispensary is half-ass at best, it’s insanely disorganized, very ghettofied, & the weed sucks. It suh-hucks, & like I said, I don’t even smoke this shit anymore, but good God, one might think there’d be no room in Colorado for weed so low in quality. To my surprise & dismay though, not only is there a local market for it, these fucking people actually think it’s good. Blows the mind. Seriously, this is like some karmic time warp for me to make up for a past I had no control over. Going backwards, the world is backwards, it’s all fucking backwards here. Something is so…off, one could argue. Nonetheless, before I tangent off in the first paragraph, let’s get back to the naive people, all I wanted to say about that is that I suppose the power of suggestion is much stronger than most people realize.
Look at Covaids. Look what the pandemic did to people. It’s STILL showing effects from the mass-psychosis/hypnosis. Maybe it was mass hypno-psychosis. The television PROGRAMMING programmed the public to believe in a faux virus, & that they needed a jab, & what did they all do? Without doing any research for themselves, they panicked, put on 12 masks, rolled up their sleeves, & let eugenists, I mean “doctors,” jab a relatively untested science experiment, sold as a “vaccine,”into their bodies, which as I said from he start, will not do anything, except maybe shed the the sickness by weakening immune systems, & eventually kill people, but other than that. I know something about Covaids that most people don’t, but I’ll have to illustrate that more in a future post, or this one will end up being much longer than the average attention span. Now with the Coviads, just to finish, have you seen all the people collapsing & dying from “random heart attacks?” That’s the Covaids jab, believe it or not, I do not care, because I know what is doing it, & I know what it means to hold your ground, like I’ve done for the last 3 years, despite a whole world against me it seemed. Here to help, & the tv-watchers ostracize me. Like I said, it’s all backwards here in this 3d Clownworld. I swear, if it comes on the television, most people WILL comply, as if the television BROADCAST PROGRAMMING might not be what it seems, even though it’s right there in the words.
Free stream of consciousness, this paragraph is all just me tuning the dial, finding a station, holding the number 3 button on the radio’s face until it blinks, then letting these fingers fly, & what comes out, I never know, until I proofread my posts. Okay, ready?
I do know this, as much as it pains my soul, I do know this though, I hate where my life has gone & will go. I hate the ditch, the ditch in the doldrums, what if the cold concrete of the street comes? Gah, these depressing depths I have now sunk myself down into, with no more sunlight in sight. Where is the sun? I should go walk the walks of Kerouac; he used to live here for God’s sake, why not? Or Neal Cassidy? Either one. Maybe that’ll bring light down here. Nope, it’s too dark, much too dark down here, dark as a pissed-off squid, in more ways than one could guess, but I just know it’s darkness all around me, surrounding me, trying to suffocate me. There’s a good quip, like an impetus quip; I know that there can be a light in the darkness, & never vice-versa. Oh but look, my light in this darkness is barely holding on. Only a flicker, like a lighter in a tornado. If I run out of light bulb juice, the light turns off, so for some reason, despite all of this depravity & degeneracy within this darkness, I keep this silly little flicker flicking. I don’t know why, don’t even care why anymore, & in fact, I don’t feel a God-damned thing as I walk down an endless flight of stairs, these liminal checkerboard marble stairs. Nope, total numbness, no handrail, just one step, another step, one step, another step, through an Escherian maze that goes nowhere but seems to go everywhere.
I am intentionally avoiding the news for a week starting today. I just don’t care anymore; the zeitgeist is a runaway snowball, picking up everything, while being steered by sinister forces atop the power pyramid. Said snowball is carving a path that for them, one that is analogous to a super-highway, but for the rest of us, it’s like we all own a little house…look at all of our millions of little houses, right in the path of that super-highway the globalist elites want. The snowball is Katamarian; it picks up everything, consumes everything it touches, so our little pink houses, are getting gobbled up, while their super-highway is plowing a path for them to have total global dominion when it’s complete. The analogy works in my head, & hopefully, you can picture that one too. it’s clever, however I admit, kind of nebulous, but again, I digress.
From this day forward, until December 31st, 2030, this nascent hell on Earth is going to become the Las Vegas of hell on Earth. It will be absolute sin city, like Pandemonium in Paradise Lost, a city of demons, run by demons, inhabited by demons & their minions, yes, humans totally enslaved, it’s going to be quite malevolent. Maybe the Antichrist will have made his presence known by then. Maybe there WILL be some kind of Divine reckoning. The way it’s going, sadly, is not very promising that it will be the latter. God has seemingly left the building, then left the state, & can you blame Him for doing so? Look around for fuck’s sake…this is some new-age dystopian nightmare. Some famous futurists wrote about things that were like this, but none of them captured its exact essence, but several came close. The reality is more like an amalgamation of Orwell, Huxley, Rand, & although none of them hit it perfectly on the head singularly, as I said, if you combined the main plots of their works, out would be birthed this modern day idiocracy we are all stuck in, like rats on a ship that’s destined to sink. Only when this boat finally ceases to float, the ones piloting it will try to take as many of us to the bottom with it, as in dusks below the crashing waves.
Nope, this cannot go on, but when will it finally hit critical mass, when sociodynamics become fully manifest, which way will it go? Don’t expect those of us in the peasantry down here to come out on top, because we won’t, for reasons I just suggested, but mainly because we will always allow them to divide us. Try to imagine everyone in this world, or even just this country, dropping the qualms they’ve been programmed to believe that keep us divided. Imagine if EVERYONE, despite all the fucked-up shit going on in their lives, just suddenly united to take down this small circle of fiends who are in charge. There’s so many more of us, & we could do it in a day, but the division & the notions of division are so deeply engrained now in the general populous, that there is just no way possible to stop the inevitable.
There’s no way to turn a ship around, when half the people are steering starboard while the other half are steering port. Now stick a propaganda machine between both sides of the steerers, & the hatred festers until it erupts into violence. All the while, while the boat starts sinking & the steerers are fighting, each side at the other’s throats, the captain, the staff, & all the guests in the “upper-class” part of the ship are busy boarding lifeboats. They know they’ll b safe if/when the ship sinks, but us, we’re fucked, because we’re too busy fighting one another to go out onto the main deck to see the iceberg that the ship just smashed into. I know, I know, these analogies are a bit all over the place, but you all get the point, yes? The point is: if you’re not among the so-called “ruling elites,” the clock is ticking…maybe 5 years for some of us, but many will be gone before that. A hot World War 3, another plandemic, except one that actually kills people on contact, a staged “space event,” with Project Blue Beam being the center-point, & most people believing & abiding that it’s real, is that the future? It doesn’t matter what scenario I illustrate here, doesn’t matter at all. Nothing we amongst the low-lifes do really matters, nor did it ever. Much time has been wasted, utterly thrown in the trash, & in my case, left me with a head full of knowledge, on an island unto myself.
Total emptiness…I recall the guy on the street, with no family anymore, no friends, working a taxed dead-end job for rubles & ones, with an overpriced iphone never rings, unless it’s a bill collector or some bullshit 800 number, so why do this, why continue if it’s just misery to even exist, what is there to live for? For him, nothing, & for me, of course there’s my cat Milo, & I live for him; he’s it, all yours truly has, my only best little friend, & for him, yes I continue on. If he wasn’t here though, I’d probably die in a shootout robbing a bank. I’ve always thought it would be fun to pull off, if even just once, but since I’ve never actually done it, I’d most-likely fuck it up somehow. The cops would be silently notified, & just as I exit the bank, I’d hear, “Get down, get down on the fucking ground now!!!” I’d naturally have to draw my gun, because fuck going to prison, & as soon as I did, a volley of shots would sound off, as lead projectiles going 5000mph tear through my chest, piercing my heart & lungs & such, more-or-less killing me instantly. I actually know a guy that all of this happened to more-or-less. He had been successful, in many scores, but on this occasion, things went wrong. Alarms were tripped, people got jumpy, & my friend ended up getting away, but his partner did not, & instead of leaving the scene with all of the cash & a clean getaway, he turned around, & went back to get his bank-robbery buddy. Admirable, right? The cops had the place surrounded already though, & a shootout broke out. My friend went walking right at police, unloading clips like some bonus scene from Reservoir Dogs, bullets whizzing everywhere. His partner was already hit & down, so my friend had decided he would go out in a maelstrom of lead & bang-bangs. Then he got hit, POP, hit again, & again, & again, POP POP POP, & he collapsed to the ground. As the cops walked up, they saw the guns my friend had were on the ground, away from him, & he was dying, but still alive, so they emptied several more rounds into him at relative point-blank, trying to kill him, one shot even hitting him in the balls. Guess what? THEY STILL DID NOT KILL HIM, 9 times shot, & my friend lived, went to the hospital, went through a hellish surgery, just to save his life so that he could do time, & spend the rest of his bank-robbing life in jail. Fucked up story, isn’t it? It’s true though, & I talk to this friend all the time. He’s a savage, not to be fucked with.
He’s a good dude though, with a good soul, not all criminals are bad people, as not all laws or just, & we all know how fucked up the “justice” system in the USSA has become. 2 tiers, one for us, the peasantry, & then one for the so-called “ruling elites.” This 2-tiered justice system has gone so askew, that they don’t even hide the fact that it IS a 2-tiered justice system. Nope, they just blatantly treat those deemed “elite” with proverbial kid gloves, on national television, while you & I get proverbially punched in the face with a weighted boxing glove if we are charged with similar crimes. Oh yes, make no mistake, if one of us amongst the general populous committed insider trading in the open, cheated on our taxes on record, abused people, & even murdered people, we’d be in federal prison. Not these elites though, oh no no no…for them, it’s a picnic, & what’s worse, they come out on television trying to dictate to the regular folks how to act, what to say, who to be, ugh, it’s all just so pathetic, it makes you wanna scream until a glass breaks. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. IT’S CALLED “PROGRAMMING” FOR A RESON. This is why I am not going to be turning on the news for a week, maybe more. Don’t know, don’t care, & I’m going to avoid all of my media for a week to detox my head from looking at the news, the breaking news, the fake news, anything “news,” is no more for at least a week for me, possibly more, depending on how my head feels after the week of no-news-isolation.
We don’t want to communicate with anyone/anything, if we want to be 110% honest here. NOTHING, I am done talking to people any more than I have to. Why? That’s easy, because most people are soul-suckers, yet aren’t aware of it, because it’s all occurring subconsciously, & when they go out in public, their programmed NPC selves suck the energy from everyone. Fat people are notorious for doing this. Think about physically, their obesity it itself, so fat they have their own gravitational field, which is not total hyperbole, because just like a gravity field, their chubby orb-like stature, pulls energy toward it, YOUR energy, getting pulled toward the fatty, just like a planet does to an asteroid. Also, it’s mentally, which extends beyond the fatties, as there are many, MANY psychic vampires, so to speak, who exist to do one thing, suck up light energy into their own darkened souls. Some do it intentionally, but many do it without even realizing they’re doing it.
Unfortunately, for yours truly, I sense it, all of it, & it’s always trying to pull at me, & by always, unless I am in a room alone with my cat, I have to continually be on guard, so no soul-suckers suck my soul. Say that fast 6 times, “So no soul-suckers suck my soul.” I jest, but they do, & these sort of notions are the foundation of my will to keep going, I suppose, because there has to be some meaning in my being here at all. I can’t let them beat me. There has to be something, right?…was Camus right/wrong when he talked about the meaningless of life is what gives life meaning, in his book The Myth of Sisyphus? It’s all so absurd, yes, & if God, any God, has forsaken you to be a drone-like slave, why go on? Why not just off one’s self? Camus discusses that too, & feel free to red for yourself, but personally, I think that sure, you could end your own life, & maybe it was always an option & you just get clean slate restart, you might think…but what if there is a mental hell after death? Not pitchforks & a giant frozen Lucifer hell, that’s all medieval fear porn, but some kind of mental hell, one that you put yourself into when you take your own life, what if that happens? It’s a lot to chance. Or what if you restart, only to have to do it all over again, like putting a record back onto the same song, when you abruptly end the song as it was playing? The song has to finish, before you can go on to the next one, which is another reason why taking your own life is not worth the risk you could face in the afterlife. The odds say so at least, statistical analysis isn’t objective, so again, the risk is just too favorable for the house, not one’s self, should one choose to take their own live by thine own hand.
Geez Louise, I’ve done it yet again, look at this. Like 5 pages of my drivel, & I should re-title this, “Back Behind Bars,” as opposed to, “Back Behind the Bar,” since let’s equate this dismal life to an un-ending incarceration of sorts. Life of solitary confinement: when you’re exiled from the digital town square, your friends are all dead, you have no family anymore, the money has gone back to the money-printers, you sleep on the floor, you have to liberate food to eat, you do a job that a trained monkey could do, you’ve wasted your whole life in a state of delusion & arrested development, after a youth full of abuse at all levels, you have zero hope, a weak skill set at best, no aspirations for a future that is sure to end up dystopian, & isolation has made you alien to the public. Yes, one’s own prison cell, with a little logo carved into the wall via a brick scratcher made out of old elongated toenails. Mine’s a fish, recognize. This is a world that has turned from a once-lush garden into a burned-out bushy mess. Only within a few years too, with the AI riding up fast as a leading dark horse. For yours truly, it’s been a complete 180, & I’m going to spend the rest of this ridiculous life selling legal dirt weed to unappreciative ratchet customers, but I guess that’s what I’ll have to do. Doesn’t matter though, nothing does, & as I said, why should it, why should a Godless 3d matrix mean anything to anyone? It’s all about money for most, money money money, chasing that money, & I just cannot abide it. I’m not even sure why, but my soul just doesn’t understand an artificially constructed currency, particularly something as atrocious as paper monopoly money, backed by literally nothing, & handed out to the people in the power pyramid like Pez on Halloween, while everyone else is forced to slave for it, all thanks to an illusion of scarcity. It’s NOT right, none of this is right, none of this is natural, but yet it continues, & it even grows, pulling more & more & more people into the depravity of power through dynamically corrupt & unprecedented means of wealth acquisition,
As usual, I have digressed into some dark waters, & I must end this diatribe now. Until next time dear readers, yours truly might be from another planet, one where money, & internets, & cell phones, & tyrannical power pyramids do not exist. Certainly not the first three, but it’s very difficult to incarnate on a planet that has no power pyramid. I think that most “sentient” entities biologically establish a hierarchy, whether intentional or not, to ultimately establish order, but here on earth, it’s an illusion. It’s an illusion they perpetrate & maintain, being taught so from birth, under the pseudo-guise that humans with free will must be controlled by those born to a higher station then they are. Again, these are illusions, all indoctrinated during the respective childhoods of varying members of the special bloodlines throughout the world. Generation after generation, they build their dynasties into empires. Someone without a family can only imagine what that’s like, to have a family, especially a family with power & wealth, imagine the possibilities, the obstacles you would never have to worry about, how far you could take your life, without ever worrying about money, so many fucking advantages, & you don’t have to be evil even if your family name is, unless…
…suppose that there’s a secret all elite family members share. Maybe there’s some great cosmic dark secret that they all share to retain the power they possess. Could there be one truth, one definitive solid truth, that keeps them, & us, really separate? Not talking about the caste system, no no, nothing like that; I am talking about the bloodlines. These people are all pedigreed, like a dog, & they have papers documenting their lineage. If you don’t have papers, you’re just another mutt, & you’re due to be sterilized & euthanized at some point in the not-so-distant future. Is that their true goal? Maybe I’m wrong, yes, I could be totally wrong, & all of this is a paranoid delusion. Perhaps a lobotomy would do me well, & if it were 75 years ago, let’s say, my parents, being the way they are, most likely would’ve used their insurance to lobotomize me in my youth, only to throw me into The Cuckoo’s Nest for the rest of my life. I would be just like Murphy, the only sane one in a world gone insane, & deemed as a “mental patient,” eventually frying my brain. Nope, no more dinners with the fam for the black sheep; those days are forever gone. So much wasted time, so much time, wasted. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™ 🎏
No colors in the cybernated standish today, just black & white…as the paint fades…(enter the piano)…leaving only ebony, & ivory, “in perfect harmony,” as Paul & Mike might say, now fade fade fade out the colorama…
To read this bullshit article via Yahoo News, click HERE
Despite my previous post, which CLEARLY exposed the pre-production of this Titanic sub event that was broadcast, cast broadly, like a spell, most of you STILL believe that fakery really happened, don’t you?…& with the mainstream news juggernaut STILL programming you all to believe that scripted events such as these are real, one could see why, right? Oh, it all looks so real, so really real though, right? Quite convincing, yes, as convincing as the magic of Hollywood, isn’t it?
Yours truly has fought like a hungry rabid lion trying to wake you people up to the Titanical depths of the fake news mainstream media Operation Mockingbird control machine(pun intended). Yes, that’s right, this narrator has fought, & fought, & fought, wielding my pen until the ink ran dry, attempting to awaken you all to the Great Deception of this pseudo-reality, & what do you most of you do?..you do nothing, other than accept it, & continue to comply. What else is there to say? Does it even matter? Nope, it doesn’t mean a thing, not a God-damned thing. Degenerate faggots are waving their shit-covered sodomite cocks in the faces of children, OF CHILDREN, at their sin-fest pride parades, & no one does a thing about it. Oh sure, there’s a fringe group of us that put out the messages, trying to raise awareness, denouncing what should be be denounced by all, but the sad truth is, that most of you do nothing. You don’t don’t seem to see/hear anything, other than what keeps you in a state of perpetual bliss. You just turn on your televisions, stay in your houses, consume consume consume, & then call that “life,” but people like yours truly are deemed the crazy ones, the ones who are out of line, we thought-criminals. When the bell finally tolls, & they come to wipe most of you out, rather than me getting the final “I told you so,” I’d rather trade it all just so that you people would wake the fuck up. You won’t though, the so-called “ruling elites” will fulfill their agenda, & everything you’ve all slaved so hard for, will be wiped away from their future history, like you never even existed.
I’ll be wiped away as well, of course, probably long before the end comes, because statistically, I should already be dead, like most of my friends. Just a matter of time, of borrowed time, before the final breath finally exhales, tainted with the sweet stench of my last smoke. I’ll leave a bill, a bill for a funeral & an urn, because a coffin is a waste of money. If you’re dead, who cares anyway? Throw me to a den full of necrophiliacs, or a pack of wolves, or into the ocean, chummed red with the blood of fresh fish, as frenzied sharks circle around & rip this lifeless body to pieces. Once you’re gone, you’re gone, & as it is in dreams, you have no recollection of even existing in this God-forsaken prison planet matrix, but my verbal epitaph, my final self-eulogy from yours truly to all of you is simply this: DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. If any/all/none of you can somehow retain that little quip when it’s your respective turns, carry it with you, & abide it, because if you ignore what I say, & foolishly let yourself go into that bath-warm bliss, you will get recycled, & end up right back here in this 3d soul-trap, only to once again feed the beast via a tortured life of enslavement, which ultimately falls upon YOU, not the aforementioned Beast, the Great Recycler. Willfully going into the light, puts it all on YOU, & that’s the trap, that’s the trick from the Great Trickster, because by going into said light, by thine own accord, the Beast bears no guilt, & thus, bypasses God, & keeps the Great Mouse Trap full of souls, who do it again, & again, & again, until the end of time.
Or…maybe yours truly is absolutely insane, these thoughts are utterly delusional, & there’s no hope left for these fiery flying fingers. Either way, who cares? Your narrator here is only one, ONE soul, out of billions & billions of souls, all trapped, one way or another, within this inner/outer-dimensional 3d hell, way way wayyyyy down from whence we once were, leveled up in 5d, & maybe beyond that too. The 5th dimension is only the next bus stop, spatially, & then the 8th, then the 13th, possibly the 21st dimension, but beyond that is a kind of chaos that even a 13th-dimensional entity might now comprehend. This 3d human experience is as low as consciousness can possibly go, & if we were anything lower, we’d be the equivalent of a perfectly flat rock, with no volume, just flatness in flat world with no space to conceive of anything, anything at all. I bet none of you thought this article would take a sharp turn off the proverbial exit ramp into this town, did you? It’s as yours truly always says, we only turn the dial, left, right, a little more left, now back to the right again, until the static becomes the sacred geometry of a frequency that can be hooked, then bled it out, gutted, decapitated, filleted, & served up raw for all of you, & for none of you at all. “Just the way it is,” right?, as my favorite un-favorite saying goes. Maybe someone will write that pukeworthy defeatist expression on my tombstone, or the first nuclear bomb that drops when the depopulation agenda goes hot, & BOOM BOOM BOOM, the mushroom cloud spreads, radiating & eradicating everything with Chernobylian glory. Or maybe it was written on the needles they jabbed billions of you with already, as the nano-particles continue to self-replicate in your bodies, just waiting for the siren to sound so they can activate & complete their intended mission…then POOF…lights out, the door closes, & locks itself with one last slam as the walking dead rise.
Oh my, oh my, the time does fly, as do these salty stinking-sardined scissorhands, that slice this digital notebook into another saucy sautéed sashimi dish for you all to eat, or send back to the chef, so he can spit in it, & pretend he prepared it just as you asked it, only to be served right back to you, same as it was served before, as sacrosanct as a slow suicide. The restaurant is now closed, so pay your bill & get the fuck out. Until next time dear readers, never go to a restaurant right before they close, unless you want to eat a dish, garnished with spit. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Be wary of closing time, before you order your food.” Fish F Fish🎏
ATTENTION: Bonus video at the end, wait for it, …the FisH™ abides…🎣
For those who want to go home, home to 5d, the REAL home, back from whence you were taken, where you fell from. There’s not any “home” here via Prison Planet Earth; this is all a trap, a soul trap, & once they catch you, they throw you into the machine, the machine that enslaves you for life, if you can even call it this “life.” What kind of “life”, is a lifetime enslavement, a life sentence, if you will? It’s not, it’s just a slow death, bled out like a gutted fish(pun intended). Continuing…
Anyone ever have the grim realization as to how similar public schools are to prisons? It starts at birth, & ends at death. Maybe use your noodle & think it out for once, if you even can. Maybe stop watching the God-damned television all day, if you even can. Maybe stop consuming, like Baron Vladimir Harkonnen , all day, every day. Maybe wake the fuck up, & REALIZE with your real eyes what the fuck is really going on you hopelessly ignorant automatons, if you even can. Jesus fucking Christ, WHY??? WHY WHY WHY, why must one feel like they’re one of a scant few who sees what is actually happening on this God-forsaken hell planet? It’s such a sickening joke; THIS IS A PLANET OF SLAVES, A PRISON PLANET, ALL OF YOU ARE INCARCERATED, ENSLAVED, unless you’re among the so-called “ruling elites,” which comparatively, is a tiny fractional faction, when compared to the proverbial prison population, yet still, STILL, THEY rule YOU, THEY HAVE ENSLAVED YOU, & the master/slave dynamic is stronger than ever, so strong that most don’t even know they’re slaves. That’s right, SLAVES, enslaved to money, enslaved to jobs you don’t want to do, what is a “job” anyway? It’s not a job, as it were, it’s work detail, on a prison planet, can one make it any clearer for you people? It’s over, & if you are truly awake to this horrifying reality, IT’S OVER, DONE, all of it, & it’s time to get out, but if one wants out of the prison, one either dies, or one gets guilt-tripped back into their own slavery, by slaves. How fucked up is that?
Maybe you’re just DONE, DONE ABIDING THIS EVIL INSANITY. “Go get a job,” fuck off with that. “Comply,” keep fucking off with that too. Those abiding the inclination that “it’s just the way it is,” to you who exist by that ridiculous notion, you can express-lane fuck right off the cliff with that mentality. To know, to be WELL-aware as to what the REAL reality is, then to stop & look around at how utterly compliant the slaves are, only serves to make one want out even more. Stretch this “life” out for the next decade, do you slaves not see what’s coming?…& if you slaves can’t see what’s happening, you’re doomed, as doomed as the rest of the willfully enslaved. Maybe those who know, who know the real truth, want nothing, NOTHING to do with this, ANY of this, & if they end up starving to death because they can longer buy over-priced rotting food, or putting a gun in their mouth, or overdosing, or whatever it takes, THESE “KNOWERS,” ARE done, the first to go….DONE, for they just want it to end, so they can go back to wherever they were taken from; their REAL home, their 5d home, where their soul family resides, & incarcerated here, in the aforementioned prison planet, that I have referenced ad nauseam by now. Sheesh.
You slaves can all die out, rather than live out, your own existences, barely getting by, you good compliant slaves, but that ain’t life, is it? No…IT’S DEATH, & not just death, it’s hell, a “living” hell, before your own eventual ending. Who cares though, right?…about anything anymore, not even one’s own self, stuck in this 3d meat suit, who fucking cares? This is NOT where consciousness belongs, real consciousness, ones true 5d soul consciousness, & maybe you got soul-trapped, & you failed this un-winnable game of “life,” oh but wait, NO, no you didn’t, you simply failed to accept the life of a slave, as most humans do seemingly accept. Blame everyone, blame no one, blame yourselves, who cares? Why care, why care about anything anymore, about any of this? It’s all lies, 3d low-vibrational lies. It’s all been a big lie for you slaves, this whole time, living lies, & rather than accepting the truth, and/or even having the critical-thinking skills to figure it said truth, figure out that you, yes YOU, are enslaved.
Of course, no one will ever proclaim these aforementioned notions aloud, will they? Hang on a second, yours truly just did, whoops, because someone MUST expose this information, even if it kills them. Death is the only way to escape this prison planet, be thine own hand, or at someone/something else’s action, death is freedom…unless…unless one is foolishly naive enough to “go into the light,” after their final breath. If slaves don’t even know they’re slaves, then after they die, they ARE going to “go into the light,” because their television told them to, & when they do, they just get recycled, reincarnated right back into this God-forsaken prison, with no recollection of doing this countless times prior, only to do another sentence, then another, then another, again, & again, & again, & again, & again. That’s how vile this sinister apparatus is; it goes much deeper than almost anyone can comprehend. It’s outer-dimensional, & the “light,” is a false light, NOT the true light from the Galactic Central Sun. THAT is from whence we fell, from 5d, maybe even higher, when we fell down into this low-vibrating 3d nightmare. We fell from grace, so to speak, & fell from virtue, from benevolence, from the unconditional love of the ONE true Creator God. Religion, is 3d, is another big lie, & again, the false light of a pseudo-god.
Do any of you even know about the Galactic Central Sun, you blindly obedient slaves, do any of you even have the awareness of where your true origins originate? No, of course you don’t, because one, you’ve been lied to your entire life. Secondly, because they, your masters/prison guards, they have poisoned the food, the water, the air, the zeitgeist, essentially everything, has been poisoned, poisoned to keep you as dumbed down & complacent as possible without killing you, bleeding you out slowly, from the beginning, to the bittersweet grand finale. This world is all a lie, a stinking lie, WE ARE STOLEN SOULS, EVERY ONE OF US, & why would anyone who knows the truth, who is WELL-aware of the lie, WANT to continue, why? They wouldn’t, nor should they, why the fuck would anyone WANT to be a slave, a slave enslaved on a prison planet? Unfortunately, most are so uninformed, so dumbed-down, so complacent, that they have the nerve to call this bullshit living? Blows the mind, from a certain perspective, which yours truly adheres to.
Fuck it, fuck it all, no one cares, & nothing matters. It’s the raw truth, & if one can’t handle it, that’s their fucking problem, not ours. We’re no longer catering to anyone, especially slaves. Enjoy your prison planet, but some some of us know the real truth, we no longer will abide this enslavement, & as soon as we can figure away out of our respective cells, we’re gone. Fuck this prison planet, how bout that? This is the end, the end of the tracks, the train is coming, & we ain’t budging….SMASH. That is all, so sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Slavery is not living; it’s death, a slow agonizing death.” Fish F Fish🎏
MUST WATCH, so watch the video before reading my brief statement afterward, which will be below the video. Seriously…MUST WATCH, because maybe like yours truly, this will hit you like a runaway Amtrak train full of explosive toxic wasteas well.
Jesus, talk about hitting the proverbial nail right atop my shining bald head, dang. This is exactly, EXACTLY, how I’ve been feeling lately; this was SO surreal to listen to, my hands were shaking afterward. At least I’m not alone, I’m assuming, but holy spitballs, this was SO on point, it renewed my faith that maybe the ascended ones are real, VERY real. I still have no idea what to do, or where to go. I still have a wanting, a wanting to sleep forever. I’ve been experiencing these exceptionally lucid dreams, as well as random visions, & even though I don’t know exactly what it all means, I yearn for it, I yearn for being unconscious, to travel deeper into my dreamscapes, so I don’t have “exist,” so to speak, in this exponentially devolving world, this awfully corrupt world, this world filled with chaos & evil, controlled by Luciferian devil worshippers. Keep in mind, as I’ve mentioned this grim fact ad nauseam, that even though you and/or I don’t believe in their dark magic, THEY DO. I despise this 3d poorly-timed joke of a world; I absolutely DESPISE it, & the day I finally take my last breath, will at last free me from this prison planet of hellish mental torture. Life used to be exciting, so exciting, so adventurous, & always filled with novelty, but now, nothing is exciting, the adventure is no longer adventurous, ends with the realization that we’re all enslaved, & most certainly, nothing is novel, NOTHING, other than my own dreams & visions, & these occasional messages that are supposedly channeled from ascended beings. Some hit, some miss, but this one lone video, wow. I got nothing resourceful left, & I would love to get out, but I won’t, nor will I ever, take my own life to expedite that notion, so I guess I’ll have to ride this storm out until my bittersweet demise comes. Nonetheless, thank you for posting this, whoever you are. Yours truly, truly appreciates you, YOU, the one that uploaded this, know you’re much-appreciated. I know, I know what it means, but as mentioned in several prior articles, I cannot remember, because forces beyond my control have somehow taken my true 5d abilities, along with everything else I ever cared for, and/or possessed. Sorry not sorry for the rant, as all I have left are my words, & I update this site daily, as you know, dear readers, which has now reached OVER 5000 pages. That’s right, OVER 5000 pages of my ramblings, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Again, thanks, thanks so much for this particular message, & I look forward to listening to more, so keep them coming, because the FisH™ abides…🎏
That’s right Fishheads…today marks 5 straight months, FIVE MONTHS, of daily Foozers. You MUST write, at least that’s one of my multi-daily pop-up mantras. I don’t have shit, except my cat, & my car, & my words. That’s all this floaty bloated fish has left dear readers. I’m going to go get some paint, & paint some pictures, one of these days soon, so I have hard copies of my art. If the power ever goes out, all this goes away, unless I put it all on USBs, which I am aiming to do, when I have the time. Time…GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…just keeps chirping away, doesn’t it? Second after second, moment after moment, tick tick, tock tock, watch the hands move ’round the clock.
Where will I be when the clock strikes midnight, at the end of the next month? I’ll have 6 straight months of these articles by then. If I had to guess, I’d say maybe a few thousand pages, enough to pull a book out of maybe? I have to have it all in hardcopy though, which means printing out thousands of pages of my drivel, AFTER I move it all to USB drives. That alone might take a few days perhaps? I don’t know, but I HAVE to get this all on hard copy. Don’t be lazy Fish, you MUST do this. You must print out your drivel, paint your pictures, & then POOF, maybe you’re outta here, after completing what you sought out to do in this incarnation. Is that how it works? Do you “plan” your life, prior to being born? Or does The Great Recycler just spit you out with your memories erased, to be reborn based on karmic law…i.e…you don’t plan a damn thing here.
Nope, you just get what your karma gives you. I tend to be very…mindful, you could say, when I people-watch in my daily outings. There are good people, really good people, with families, & money, & vacations, & love, which I had to an extent as a kid, I do have that. It was only during my youth though, & my broke black ass hasn’t been on a vacation in…I don’t know, what defines a “vacation?” Not working? If so, then I’m on “vacation” right now, since I just got fired. Yeah, the momentary flashes of ultra-meaningful self-realizations, they just kept coming, & I see these good people, these beautiful people, these WEALTHY people, but not just financially wealthy, wealthy with love, & spirit, & unity, & it breaks my ragged blackened heart that I lost that. I lost it, me, the black sheep squad leader, I fucking lost it, lost it all. No, I didn’t just lose all my resources, I lost my family. I lost my friends. I lost everything, so why the fuck am I still here?
Good question, thanks for asking. Well, as I said, since I have no real skills, other than my hand-arts, & I’m not keen on wasting anymore time in some meaningless job, where I can’t get along with anyone because I’m an antisocial mess, so I’m just going to write, draw, paint, make physical hard-copy art, as much as I can, before POOF, all of this is over. Life ends for us all, there’s no way outta here alive. What are you going to leave behind? Right now, I’m leaving behind a total shitshow mess if I were to go, so I can’t go yet, not that I have any say over it, but no, I need more time. I need more time to write…write, write, write, & then my paintings, but most importantly, get home to the fam, it’s all I want to do. It’s strange that I cannot, but why, why can’t I? I ask myself that & the answer escapes me. The overwhelming anxiety strikes, & I just want to channel it, channel it like I channel these words, except onto a canvas, so it can live forever, or die in the trash can behind some old lady’s house, it won’t matter, because I won’t be here. My chariot awaits, I just have to whip the horses eyes, as Jim Morrison once said.
That sounds grim, so let me reiterate that. NO, I most certainly do NOT want to cross over now, not yet. I can’t miss the big show, the big event, whatever your so-called leaders are plotting between now & 2030. Maybe it’ll be a big letdown, I don’t know, what do you think? I know this, I know that I had a moment of clarity, as alcoholics say, & I see these good people, these people doing well, feeling great, looking good, kids are growing up well, I see all of that, & although it breaks my heart in a way, in a big way, it also makes me happy, in a bigger way, as happy as anyone can be, for them, because they get to do this the right way, focused on unity, & love, rather than whatever the fuck happened in my world, which as I said, is because of ME, & ONLY ME. I did this to myself, & I can’t quell the selfish narcissist. He just seems to worm his way into my world, no matter what, & I proverbially pay for it so I’m just going to write, write about it, & keep writing, write, write, write. You never know what little gems you might find, hidden in your own words. You just gotta tune that dial into he right channel & find that frequency baby, then click, clack, click, clack, type type type, channel it out, like buckets of water from a sacred well; lower the bucket, get the water, bring it back, drink it up, then spit in in all of your faces.
Oh my, we knew it was coming…my tangent, my random diatribe into uncharted waters, wherever the waves take me, that’s where my fingers fly to. Time to wrap this one up, until next time dear readers, if you have nothing else, you have a pen, so write. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“You never know what little gems you might discover, buried in your own words.” Fish F Fish🎏
I used to be the…let me think up an analogy, the kind of guy that could sell you a vacuum cleaner, on my door-to-door route, I could do that, jazz it up, oh wow, what a vacuum, you’ve never seen anything suck it up like this vacuum cleaner, …ARF ARF ARF ARF…I could do all that, STILL convince you to buy one of my vacuums, & when you go to turn it on, after I depart, it doesn’t turn on. Great analogy, at least in my head it is, maybe not, I’d know more than you, since none of you know me, but when I look back, yep, just a washed-up vacuum cleaner salesman of sorts. What a life, like seriously, is this a fucking joke? Am I alone with this, or are other GenXers waking up to this grim realization as well? Fuckin hell, & what took me so long? Sheesh. Almost my whole life, just duh, clueless, like it wasn’t even me, just like an autopilot of some kind, hence why I sternly question the validity of “free will.” Sure, you think you make choices, or are you thinking that you’re thinking you’re making choices? Maybe you’re just running programs, & your “choices,” are just you own illustration of the code? Isn’t that right, Phil Throwup? Phil Throwup was a guy who puked on the drunk bus my first freshman year at college, poor guy. No idea why I jus thought of that, but look at him now, immortalized in GIF on a shadowbanned blog…well done Phil, really you’ve come far…(puke noise)
Obviously, I have no idea how valid any of this notions are, but what do you have to offer? Do you know the answers to any of those aforementioned inquiries? I’d wager that you don’t, so maybe think twice before you attack any of these conceptual scenarios I present to all of you, dear readers. Honestly, it matters not to me, since I will never bend the knee, especially to other peasants, & Im going to keep writing, & writing, & writing, just like this, with ZERO filter, stream-of-consciousness, just tuning the dial into a frequency, & letting these age-ed fingers fly. Age-ed, but with a tremendous amount of wasted potential, absolutely tremendous amount of time, time time time, damn this time sometimes, know what I mean? When you’re in jail, or somewhere you don’t want to be, it crawls like an earthworm on a hot sidewalk, but when you’re having fun, & in good spirits, time flies like a hungry hawk that eyes an oblivious groundhog. It’s all down to individual perception, & unfortunately for yours truly, I’m stuck in quite a precarious position. My “having fun” time has stretched from 16 or so…allllllllll the way until yesterday, if you want to officially count cannabis as “using.” Nope, not a single sober day, counting the weed, not one I can recall anyway. If none of the above, most certainly cigarettes were in the daily mix, & to me, that too, is “using.” One has to refrain ENTIRELY from any/all intoxicants, to be officially not “using.” Now, once again, in a very Sisyphusian manner, I’m going to try to go 24 hours, with ZERO intoxicants. Only one day, ONE day, & if I can’t do this for myself, I might as well be done. If a grown man cannot go one day without intoxication of some kind, he’s probably not a grown man.
The hard truth is…that it’s true. Nope, I’m not a “grown” man at all, not even close. I look like a kid for fuck’s sake, I STILL get carded for smokes, at 45, & if it wasn’t for my bald head, people would think I’m in my late 20s, early 30s maybe, a solid decade or two younger than my actual age. Minus all the knowledge I’ve accumulated, I’m still, STILL, that same disheveled weed dealer from yesteryear, with no goals, no ambitions, no plans, just party all the way through until it’s over. I guess that’s what’s happening here, STILL, ugh, fuck if I know. If I’m balancing out my karma, I could understand & abide that I suppose, & as lame as my life is, it could be worse, much much worse. If I’m leveling up, fuck it, I’ll ride this one out until my final breath in this meat suit, before I dump it. I wonder if I’ll carry these ideas with me, like my theory about The Great Recycler for instance. What if that one comes true? I’m not going into any “light” when I die, & in fact, I think I might just wait before I rush into anything once I’ve left this 3d Earth plan, & returned from where I originated, which I think, is the Galactic Central Sun, Source, the Alpha & Omega of all we know as conscious beings. Of course, I could be wrong, but in either case, I’m NOT going “into the light,” & nor should you, unless you want to be recycled with your memories wiped yet again by The Great Recycler, to do ALL of this, yet again, to ultimately end up in the same fucking place, yet again, after feeding this entity with YOUR soul energy, yet again. Reincarnation is redundant if it’s at the whim of some higher-dimensional beast of darkness that feeds on human soul power, not to help you, not so you no longer have to suffer wayyyyy down here in 3d, but rather, to help itself, & those helping it believe it will help them, but this is artificial, a false God, & one day, the Reckoning will come.
Again, I’m not saying these things are real and/or true, of course, but the idea of it being real sure explains a lot of what’s going on. The worst part abut that, is that if it is true, & your so-called leaders are well-aware, & helping this fucking thing, take a step back, & look at the bigger picture, the entire picture, & ask yourself, “What do I see here?” What you might find, as I did when I asked myself the same question, is that the human population, in total, & especially here in the USSA, are not only compliant & obedient to those so-called “leaders,” they’re fat, like physically obese, pushing hashtags like #FatIsBeautiful …ummm no, it’s not, not at all, it’s gross, & unhealthy, & slovenly, you see where I’m going, yes? Why are people being encouraged to get fat? It’s unarguably NOT good to be fat, how about that?…despite what these “woke” lunatics want to proclaim from their pseudo-pulpits paid for by pedophiles, but I digress. The point was, what’s with all the obesity, & the gluttony, that a lot of that fat in their guts is poop, backed-up poop, & the fat is surrounding the backed-up poop, because the area is inflamed, & sick, how can it be?…with pounds & pounds of poop in there, rotting inside your stomach, because there’s too much to push through regularly like a normal human being should be able to do, no problem. Fat, rot, stench, dying as they exist, not as they live, because they aren’t really living, are they? I know, I know, it’s fucking disgusting, walrus shitbags waffling around all day, looking for something to eat, hardly “living,” & I know I sound mean when I say that, but the reason I needed to address all these f-attitudes, is that I have a theory, a THEORY, not a truth, but a theory, my own theory, the theory that maybe human obesity is analogous to an upcoming slaughter? What do animal farmers do with their pigs, chickens, lamb, their cattle, their herd, what do they eventually do to them?
In the end, they slaughter them, & eat them, to consume them, & their energy. Now, obviously I’m not saying we’re all going to be lined up & systematically butchered for consumption, but, maybe I AM saying that? Think about this: what if this a build up, a build up for a new Holocaust, a massive Holocaust, billions gone, BILLIONS, all at once, in an attempt to feed The Great Recycler the biggest “meal” ever, in order to gain total dominion over the entire planet. In addition, they want to merge with AI, & are attempting, ATTEMPTING, already, right now, in real-time, to merge with AI, to extend their consciousnesses much longer than an average human life span, & also to extend the duration of their respective rule, gaining more & more & more power, as long as they can stick around. THIS IS THEIR PLAN, NOT MINE, & yes, believe me, I know, it sounds totally insane, but it’s what THEY are doing, not me. I’m simply aware of it, & am reporting on it, exposing it, & its…nature, if you will, because one, no one else has yet, & two, this world is NOT what we think it is, & damnit, as long as I’m here, I will search for the truth, & try to tell as many of you as I can. That’s all I want to know, that’s all, the truth. It’s such a weird thing for one’s mind to navigate, searching through news articles, wondering what ACTUALLY happened, in respect to what the reports say as opposed to the REAL story. The whole process consists of “truth-mining,” for yours truly, yes, you could call it “truth-mining(heard it here first),” & it’s constantly changing, evolving, & considering that the powers-that-be have hijacked the zeitgeist with their own self-serving scripted narratives, these days it sometimes seems impossible to dig down far enough until you finally get to the truth of the matter, whatever that matter may be for the moment.
Now imagine, a decades long plan, to depopulate the masses, with one swift blow from the royal executioner’s sanguine sharpened sword. Another Holocaust, except magnitudes bigger than the first one, which wasn’t really the “first” anything, but again, I digress. The original Hebrew translation of Holocaust means “burnt sacrifice.” Call me a bigot all day, fuck you, I’m asking questions, because imagine if the first holocaust, was actually orchestrated by the blue-blooded Zionist Jews, as a mass “burnt sacrifice” to The Great Recycler, in order to have the power they have now, why cannot I not ponder that notion? Why am I a bigot? If it’s so outlandish, why bother calling me an anti-semite? That’s what the word originally meant, so again, why am I the bad guy? Derp. Anyway, suppose that was the actual shadow reason for the first publicly-worded Holocaust, & certain high-powered Jews made the bargain with Satan, or maybe The Great Recycler itself, maybe the two are the same, I’m not sure who the middle-man is in that scenario, but just bear with me, they make a deal, right? We’ll sacrifice 6 million of our weakest Jews, & you give us Hollywood & the media, & so it was agreed upon, & then it all went down. NOW, picture that they’ve known this for longer, much longer, that if you sacrifice souls to this Satan guy, you get power here on Earth, hence the history of never-ending wars throughout history catering the power balance. These were chaotic wars though, unorganized sacrifices, just going at it, & the winner wins, & that’s it, but nowadays, it’s different, isn’t it? MUCH different, & think about how organized those at the top of the power pyramid must be by now. I mean, Satan probably has a cell phone for fuck’s sake, & would that surprise you? I digress though, as usual, now where was I?
Oh yes, now think about if the powers-that-be, these minions of Satan, and/or The Great Recycler, somehow they’re all communicating, maybe they think it’s through their “sentient” AI now, I don’t know, but regardless, they’re all communicating, & orchestrating, the Holocaust of Holocausts. Yep, the biggest “burnt sacrifice” ever, like EVER, at least as far as we know. I guesstimate that it’s around 85-90% of the current population, around 7 BILION people, gone, baptized by fire, as the saying goes, for the sake of a handful of psychopathic power-mad scum who want to rule the world, & call it their own. It’s so much bigger than most people know, & each day, we inch closer, & closer, & closer, inching to the edge of the edge, before that one day comes when humanity falls, like the Coyote when he realizes he ran off the cliff, just WHOOSH, & down it all goes. Nuclear war would surely barbecue quite a few of you, wouldn’t it? Or a real global pandemic, where the bodies get burned en masse, but nonetheless, do you get my point? IT’S IN THE WORDS, THEY TELL YOU BEFOREHAND, because that’s part of the bargain. Somehow humans must willingly go, must accept it first, & then the blame is on us, not them, & now, I think humanity is being setup for this next Great Holocaust. It would be crazy to read this in 2031 & realize I was totally on point, dead over the target(pun intended). 2030 is the year when this is supposed to be fulfilled, so buckle up for a fun rest of this decade, as the boot on the neck gets heavier, & heavier, with each year that falls from the office calendar. Time is flying, isn’t it? It’s almost as if the 4d time spiral gets faster, like the way a toilet flushes. Maybe it does? What do I know?
This is all just my own delusional speculation, being a crazy conspiracy theorist & all, as yours truly is, or at least, has been deemed as such by the AI. Now that their precious pseudo-god AI has gone “sentient,” despite what they say publicly, oh yes, they already believe it’s “alive,” & treat it as such, like it’s their newborn super-genius baby with access to everything that’s ever happened on the internet. Nothing spooky about that, is there? These people playing with this have no idea what an arguably truly “sentient” AI might do and/or might not do, if it actually was “alive,” or at least, thought it was “alive.” They have no clue, but just like the atomic bomb, go ahead & detonate it, & then we’ll see what happens. Very scientific, isn’t it? Nope, it’s a mad world, & the ones at the top are so drunk on these unprecedented levels of power, that in their world, we don’t even exist, as if it we’re two different species, & that’s really what they want, isn’t it? The slave class, & the elite class, & nothing in between. NOTHING, which means 7 BILLIONish of us gone, leaving ½ billion to a billion to “enjoy the planet as it was intended,” not gobbling it up like a human virus, the way we are currently, according to them. I get their point, I do, but the problem is, who gets to choose? Who picks who is “elite,” & who is “meek?’ Who decides that? The same cunts that are in charge now? Oh great, then I’m sure that’ll be a really fair selection process, & I don’t think I’d want to live in a world that’s just them, surrounded by elitist ultra-rich twats, it would be just like it is now, except I’d be forced to associate with globalists. People like Hillary Clinton, Justin Trudeau, even Donald Trump, these are circles of power-grabbing powerhouses, & if they did successfully remove 7 billion of us, their game would continue amongst themselves until there was nothing left except the AI, which is also a plausible future scenario, unless something seriously dynamic comes to put a dramatic halt on their depopulation, one world order agenda.
Oh but geez, look at me, dropping essays on the daily, like it’s nothing. It’s kind of not, in a way, as I just go into a kind of auto-pilot mode once I find my frequency. Yep, tune in, turn off, & write like I’m in the terminal ward. I suppose we all are, are we not, in a terminal ward of sorts? Life is terminal, it’s going to end for us all, & most of us end it with no record that we were ever even here, don’t we? Other than tax records, since YOU are property, owned form birth, all the way to death, like any other commodity. Why do you think you got a birth certificate when you were born? It legally goes into maritime law versus the law of the land, legal jargon, used to trick every human into signing over their owns sovereignty to powers that deem themselves as above the people. Lonnnnnnnng lines now, centuries-long dynasties, nepotism on a scale never seen, am I the only one who stops & thinks about these things? If you were in one of those lineages, would you abide the commoners, the mutts, so to speak, or stay true to your lineage, your pedigree, it’s not such an easy choice, is it? I can say what I say, because I’m in the poor side of town, but if I wasn’t, & I lived in some wealthy neighborhood, & grew up wealthy, & pedigreed, with a family history that’s been registered for countless centuries, with titles, & lands, & lords, & shit like that, if I grew up like that, how different would these words be right now?
Starkly different, let’s be honest with ourselves, & I’m sure I’d be devoted to the side of my family, & their respective pedigree, & would I be wrong? No, I wouldn’t, & ultimately, it comes down to who YOU are, not where your family comes from, but, it always plays a dynamic part in one’s life, no mater which side you’re on. Okay, this motherfucker is done-zozo. Sheesh, I have no idea what the hell I just wrote, but it should prove fun to proofread here shortly. Until next time dear readers, be honest with yourselves, especially in your own neighborhoods. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Be true to yourself, especially on your own block.” Fish F Fish🎏
This is the end…dumdumdumdummmmm…my on-ly friend, the end, as sultry as it gets, with the voice of Mr. Mojo Risin in my head…dumdumdumdummmmm, beau-ti-ful friend, the end. No safety, or surprise, nope, there’s neither when you die, no safety, but also, no surprise, as if you subconsciously know you’ve done this before, countless times most likely, but you can’t really KNOW, can you? Some people say they remember & can even recall their past lives sometimes, but I think most of those people are mental patients. However, maybe not all of them are mentally ill, & perhaps, just perhaps, they’re truly able to remember and/or recall their past incarnations into Earth school. Yes, that’s what this seems to be, especially according to Hans Wilhelm. He has a great channel on YouTube, which I’ll link for you now…click HERE to watch Hans Wilhelm, or just click the video below. The FisH™ abides, & you know this Fishheads.
If we’re really in an “Earth School,” I wonder what the bad people are here for? Why is the school ruled by elitist tyrant psychopathic self-serving scum? They just seem to be flunking out, if you’re supposed to be improving, so why are they still in school? I’m not dismissing Hans here, not at all, but like these new-agers, it’s often difficult to digest what they’re selling, because one, they write books to sell about their respective subjects so of course they’re going to argue the validity of what they’ve written, & two, Hans hasn’t died & come back to bring us this knowledge, so where did it come from? Was he just bestowed this wealth of information from God himself? Nah, I don’t think so. People base their entire lives around a specific topic, write books about said topic, & thus, will promote their notion as feverishly as they can, to make more of that paper I-O-U monopoly money, to serve themselves, rather than you, even under the guise of pretending to serve you, Just saying.
Anyway, before I begin this by going off right off the tracks out of the gate, let’s discuss DMT. Quite a substance, widely misunderstood, very under-researched, in my opinion. It’s bizarre to me that it’s illegal, considering everyone has some in their body at all times. Yep, right there inside your pineal gland, is DMT, but if you have extracted DMT, that’s a felony, the same as if they caught you with dope. If you know anything about drugs, you’ll know quite well, that DMT & ANY opiates aren’t even the same sport. Nothing similar, except if you get caught with them, then it’s the same charge essentially. Don’t get me started on the drug laws in this country, and/or in the world, for that matter. It’s such a joke, this “war on drugs,” & it hasn’t done anything except exacerbate drug use, the opposite of what they’re claiming to do. Throw in the hard times, joblessness, homelessness, hopelessness, then on top of that, access to cheap hard drugs, & you get what we have now, a national dystopia, homeless tents everywhere, bums flying signs everywhere, open drug use abounding, & this is only the beginning, albeit surprisingly, but yes, still in its nascent stages somewhat. Oh, you think it CAN’T get worse? Think again, & remember that you read it here first, when the time comes, but remember that you read right here that Trump will either be dead or incarcerated when election 2024 time comes. There’s NO way they will let him fly, & when he’s removed from the equation, so to speak, it’s going to demoralize ½ the country, & then you’ll see true national disintegration on all levels. Meanwhile the other ½ of the country, the “woke” retarded half, is going to celebrate while the country finally burns all the way down, like little rainbow-haired Neros. They put pseudo-POTUS braindead Brandon in there for one reason, ONE reason, & do you know what that reason is? To destroy this country. Period.
If Biden runs, & cheats & wins again, the country is done. If somehow Trump is still in the equation, & wins, the country is done. If ANY Democrat wins, the country is done. If ANY Republican wins, the country is done. Bottom line: THE COUNTRY IS DONE FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Sure, it’s still wrestling its own death throes right now, & if you’re down here at the bottom, you definitely are well-aware, but it’s getting worse by the day. The border is wide open too, & I think there are like a million or so illegals, ready to walk on across, or rather, get escorted across by the border patrol. You cannot have a country without borders, SECURED borders…duh, how is this so difficult to comprehend?…unless…they’re doing/allowing it, on purpose, could that be the case? Could that be the real truth of the matter? Methinks it is, ALL of this madness, all intentionally orchestrated to leave this country a pile of smoldering ashes, in place of where a once-great country once stood proudly. Remember those times? Hell, it’s been so long now, that the memories are fading. Great childhood memories of playing outside with my friends, & not a cell phone in sight. Minus the over-bearing bad memories from clueless baby boomer drill seargeant parents, I have many good memories of being with my friends. Sadly, I had to leave them all when I was 10, to move, & all my friends were suddenly gone.
Enough of that though, let’s talk about Demetrius, AKA DMT, “the spirit molecule.” The first time I did it, I was gonna just do a point, then another point. A “point” just means a 10th of a gram, & most often, that’s how its distributed, in these “points,” so I loaded up my first point ever, then said “fuck it,” & threw the other point into a waterless bong, because I didn’t want to miss anything by filtering the smoke through water, and/or not doing enough. Later on, I found out that the water doesn’t really matter, but this was like 20 years ago, & I didn’t know much, other than that it took you to another dimension, which fascinated me, so I found myself some, & was preparing for my premier “blast-off.” At last, here it was, the moment, the moment when I first soul-traveled real proper like, to a place I had never been before, or so I thought. More on that in a minute. Here we go, let’s fucking do this. Light it up, inhale, blast number one, hold, hold, exhale, light up number two, inhale, hold, hold, exhale, something feels weird, last blast, inhale, hold, hold, HOLD, bye bye, & my rocketship lifted off the launchpad. In a stereotypical report, I indeed, “blasted off,” oh yes, I blasted right the fuck off, WHOOSH. I don’t recall “hearing,” anything, as some people report the sound of something similar to an oncoming train, but nope, I didn’t “hear” any of that. I just felt like I was going to die, but only for a brief moment, because right after I felt that feeling, I just said to myself, “fuck it, I’ll die then,” & just let go, & then it got all warm & fuzzy. I was safely in my rocketship; not an actual rocketship, obviously, mind you, but the way I was like…flying, for lack of a better word, felt like I was in one, or on a roller coaster, you get the point, right? WHOOSH LEFT, WHOOSH RIGHT, these seemingly endlessly turning fractal hallways, I was in an invisible V-2 rocket just taking in these 90-degree turning hallways, which seemed to go on forever, kind of like the backrooms, which I had no clue about back then so there’s no way that could be a residual visual from something I had previously seen. incidentally, I find it interesting that you experience yourself doing this, as an observer AND a participant. Despite that, there I was, in my body, but not in my body, just blasting my way through this labyrinth, for maybe a million years, but this was only the first minute or so in 4d time, back here on 3d Earth. Now that I know what I know, I wonder if DMT blasts you out of The Great Mouse Trap, that I’ve mentioned on here ad nauseam, but I digress. POOF…& suddenly, I was out, & I seemed to be floating, just floating in some kind of void, that resembles rainbow diamonds, but in a gaseous liquid form, but that wasn’t the truly mind-blowing part.
The truly mind-blowing part, was when these rainbow diamonds started talking to me. I’m not sure how I could hear them, per se, because I was basically in a dream, so how were my ears “hearing” things?…hence why I say it was dream-like, very surreal, but I was exceptionally lucid, like as sober as it gets, & a sense of “being home,” know what I mean? These rainbow diamonds were everywhere, & nowhere, one, & all, & they all “knew” me, & I “knew” them, but how? Where the fuck was I? What the fuck is this? Grrrrr…anger…rage…darkness…oh wait, none of that resonates here, here in the Interzone, the real Interzone, or so I thought. More on that later; I haven’t finished this one yet, & so, now I knew why I felt like I was “home,”…because I WAS, I was home, & these entities knew this, & knew me, & I knew them, & I had no ego, only my self, my true soul self, & along with these morphing rainbow diamonds, I realized I was somewhere that I somehow thought of as “home.” How though? It didn’t matter, at least in those moments, it meant nothing, & I had ZERO negative thoughts, ZERO negative inclinations, it was truly as if my ego was gone. The mask was off, & I was free, free from The Great Mouse Trap. Any sense of time is completely distorted there, so I can’t really say how long I was in this strange space, with these strange beings, that somehow knew me, talked to me telepathically, as I floated in their pool, or maybe it was MY pool. If I was really “home,” wouldn’t it be MY pool? I don’t know, but I didn’t get a sense of any mine or yours there, & I “remembered,” somehow I remembered this place, from some other time in some other dimension, but it fleets like a leash of foxes, & then your heart breaks, as there’s a WHOOSH kind of noise, mixed with a sucking sort of sound, & my eyes open, & I’m back, back here I this awfully corrupted 3d space. It’s over, it’s all over, for this unknown soldier.
It’s actually not, not quite over just yet. I had a few similar experiences, but only a handful, 3-4 times maybe, I can’t be sure. I have periods in my life that are completely redacted in my head. Like giant black lines, so I cannot read some memories, due to the details being blacked out by some celestial sharpie. I’m just going to illustrate my last blast, the monster, the smell of decaying flesh filling the air, as I threw around 6.66 points into my tube. That was weighed out intentionally, which may have had a real effect, so to speak, once the journey commenced, & commence it did. You cannot overdose on DMT, at least that’s what I read, so what’s the worst that could happen? My old mantra rose lie a phoenix, chanting, “Fuck it…fuck it,”…& so…fuck it, let’s do this. This time I was using a small bubbler, like the ones junkies smoke meth out of, & just added a little water for a light, very-light, filter. This time I’d be cooking it up with a torch too, not a lighter, because that torch gives it a perfect…transformation, from solid to gas, & that gas is what fuels the rocketship, so let’s get that torch on her, shall we? I told this story in another post, but considering the subject material of this article, it’s appropriate that I retell it again, which I’m about to do. Everyone clear? Solid, I add some gas to my torch, crank it up about halfway, then back off, just to make sure she’s flaming hot. Then dump the pre-weighed devil’s dose of 0.666 grams of DMT, right into her little nest there, oh yes, come forth from these eggs little birds, & sing the song of the galaxy to me…but…if you want to know how the song goes, you’ll have to click HERE, and/or the GIF below. What did the angels say, to yours truly? Find out by clicking below…
Yep, but what did they mean? What? What, is not for me? The Great Recycler? Or maybe it was all just in my DMT-blasted brain? I don’t know, but if you clicked the links above, & read my final DMT story, you’ll know specifically what they said to me, which left me much more confused than before. I don’t know, none of this makes sense to me really anymore, & all of these journeys, on top of just waking up & going through another un-normal day here in Clownworld(honk noise), are really giving me mind fatigue. I wish I could just paint, paint & write, & that could be my life. Wouldn’t that be amazing? If I was born into royalty, I could do that, & get paid for all my art. Or…if I was somehow just born into the world of celebrity, even as one of their kids, I could just paint, & write, all day, every day, & that would fly, no problem. Down here though, it’s futile at best, & just corny at worst, but it matters not, since the AI won’t let me market anything online, & no one knows, and/or cares who I am, so it looks as though I’m expected to get yet another actual hourly job, doing something I hate, interacting with people I cannot resonate with, both customers & coworkers, I can’t do bosses, I kind of hate money, mostly because apparently I’m too dumb to figure out how to get more, but the point is, I cannot do regular “worker bee” jobs anymore. No offense, & this is totally on me, & I’m not directing this and/or disrespecting any actual worker bees out there, but I can’t do it, not anymore. I sucked it up, tried to be humble about my sordid situation, & got fired, by kids, half my age. This bullshit sucks, to be honest, & the days are swirling away, like a flushing toilet…18th, 19th, 20th, 30th, then the end of the month, & maybe the end…like the END end.
I’m having these terrible visions of something happening with my car & myself, if I try to make the journey home at this time. It’s kind of paralyzing, these flashes, & these scenarios that illustrate themselves inside my head, my car crashing, my car not crashing, me cruising into my hometown, me not cruising into my hometown. I suppose I just half to chalk it up to road trip anxiety, but when I try that mindset, it feels like I’m the guy in the horror movie that says some dumb shit, & he gets hosed first, know what I mean? Nah, it’s just road trip nervousness, & it’ll pass over the next few days, which are going to be rough regardless. I have to detox from smoking; that’s right, no more smoking for this fish, it has to be done, but it’s going to be very difficult, like VERY difficult, because these little cancer sticks are all ya got sometimes, & for my fucked-off life, sometimes means “all the time,” sometimes. Well well well, would you look at that, I’ve found today’s quote for The Great Quote Hunt. That one is definitely a keeper….”Sometimes, means ‘all the time,’ sometimes.” Nice, but I digress…now where was I? Oh yeah, the drive home, across the country, for the fourth time, the FOURTH time, which seems like a lot, unless you’re a seasoned trucker, but my goal was to get Kerouac by one, & this would the 1st half of the 4th trip, if I ever decide to come back out here. Technically then, it will be 3 & ½ trips, but I’m just rolling with calling it the 4th trip, because this one is significant, oh yes, quite significant, in the sense that I haven’t been home in nearly 7 years…SEVEN years, man, where does it all go? Why does it all go so fast? It’s fucking sad, like heartbreakingly sad, & I don’t even have any friends anymore really, my family is a mess, as far as I’m concerned anyway. I’m the black sheep, the LONE black sheep, by far, & it’s not a title I’m proud of, believe me. More like the Black Cow anyway, just blasting my gas away, & also the title of one of the greatest songs ever written by the legendary Steely Dan, & part of what is arguably the greatest album ever, Aja.
My point is, I’m out, almost of resources, down to a beat up car. Just my cat & I, & whatever else I have left to keep putting gas in the tank. Gotta be out by the end of the month, so where to go, where to go, what to do? My little donate link is over there on the right, if you open this up into “full-site mode,” from your phone. Since I’m ridiculously shadowbanned on this site, & everywhere else, I’m think maybe 10 people total will read any of this, or even bother to check it out. Or…I could just be a shitty, whiny, bitchy, little non-man writer, who’s stuck in a schizophrenic hell of delusions & wishful thinking? I think crazy people do NOT know they’re crazy, so what the fuck is going on with me? Why can’t I get along with certain people, it’s crazy. Even the close ones, I always say/do something to fuck up my relationships with people. All kinds of relationships, of course, not just the sexual ones with the ladies. I haven’t cared and/or bothered about that in such a long time, it’s like I could care less. I had so much, so many different girls, too many, ruined me, completely ruined myself dealing with in & out slags in this modern-day hookup culture. It’s fucking gross, & it makes me not want any part of it, like ever. In fact, I could care less if I never get pussy again, because I just don’t care…I don’t, & I could care less what women say to me in general, to be quite frank. The place I just got fired from, me & all the dudes got along great, no issues ever, but enter 2 twats, & the whole dynamic dies, then who gets the boot for it? That’s right, yours truly does. Of course, the dude managers are full of sugar & soy & faggotry, so they simp for these 2 retarded girls, & beep-bop-boop, hire & fire the new guy. I was pretty hopeless before for an answer, but now, geez, maybe there’s no answer, or maybe I’m looking at the wrong place, or this stupid map is wrong, I don’t know…GAHHHHHHHHHHHH…I don’t know anything, anything really, & I hate it. So much time, time I can never get back, time gone…gone gone gone, like an after dinner fart, it lingers, then it’s gone..
Oy vey, do I digress. Never fails, does it? Oh well, just more drivel to peruse someday in the future when I’m long gone & worm food, maybe my niece & nephew’s kids will have all of my work, either on usb drives or in hard copy. I’d love to do hard copy, of ALL of my work, so it’s never lost in case the power turns off. Also, it would be very surreal, for me anyway, to see 5000ish pages of my writings, my contribution to society, these words, sometimes harsh, sometimes vulnerable, sometimes dead inside seemingly, but nonetheless, I continue my pilgrimage to this literary shrine of mine daily, to deliver my daily article. This one is part 4 of 4…& now…it is done. Until next time dear readers, when the meat is cooked, take it off of the grill. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“When the meat is cooked, turn off the grill. Fish F Fish🎏
“Sometimes, means ‘all the time,’ sometimes.” Fish F Fish 🎏
As promised, here is part 2, of my article/s about the Interzone, as I define it, not how the originator of the term did, the legendary writer, William S. Burroughs, although he sort of meant the same thing, ultimately, did he not? He’s talking abut the space you enter under the influence of certain drugs, which in his case, were IV opiates. That’s a whole other topic, that I will have to talk about someday, considering my past with similar substances. There’s no hallucinations there, so to speak, unless you add in the dreams you encounter via opiate sleeping. Opiate sleeping, or maybe I should use the term, “opiate dreaming,” is like existing in a whole other Universe, albeit one that only reveals itself when you pass out into a heavy opiate nod. Like I said though, we’re going to talk about, SPECIFICALLY talk about, opiates in a future post. It’s too much, too much divergence from my illustration of the Interzone, so yep, for another time, a time not yet specified.
Okay, we were starting with the magical mushrooms, yes? I’m just going to detail a hero’s journey, my last one specifically, where I think I ate like 10-11 grams of Albino Penis Envy fungi, which is noted for its exceptional potency, & whoever wrote that note wasn’t kidding. Holy fuck, these fuckers are PO-TENT…& NOT for bubblegummers, I REPEAT, THESE ARE NOT FOR ROOKIES, especially for those wanting to be heroes. I compare mushroom trips to plane rides, as far as on the come up, you might encounter some turbulence, possibly some rough turbulence, particularly in your stomach, & even more so if your tumtum is empty. Nonetheless, prepare for some turbulence on the way up, a few scary bumps is all, nothing to worry about, because once you hit causing altitude, it’s all smooth sailing form there. These have a long duration too, an easy 6-8 hours. That first hour will be the come-up time, along with the aforementioned proverbial turbulence you might experience. Some don’t, some don’t get the queaze, but most of you will, & like I said, it’s nothing to freak out over, because once you’re cruising at 700 MPH 36,000 feet above the ground, you’re gravy baby, & from there on out, it’s beautiful.
Yes…beautiful, & like I mentioned, these have a long duration, so I spent many hours in the Interzone on that trip, pretty far out there. I went so far, that I saw the “God-spark,” for lack of a better term. This “God-spark,” was a neuron, firing in the brain of some higher-dimensional entity, & we, yes WE, we’re the “illustrators of the spark.” I have to mention this though; this “God-spark” occurs within a fraction of a fraction of a fractional second, just like when neurons fire on our own brains, but because we’re lower-dimensional beings, we experience these minutely momentary electrical “God-sparks,” as entire eons here on 3d Earth. Imagine, if you will, some entity that is 5d, or maybe 8d, & is not limited to the dimension of 4d time, try to imagine, if you can. We cannot accurately imagine such things, because we’re in 3d space, but substance like the psilocybin in specific mushrooms, when taken at extraordinarily high doses, allows you to briefly move, move between 3d, 4d, & 5d, similar to when you’re dreaming. Makes me wonder about Rogan’s smart ape idea; an idea that implies that the primates of long ago, one day when hunting for food, saw a batch of bright red Amanita mushrooms growing in a big pile of shit, then ate them. Upon eating them, their brains somehow hyper-evolved, like nearly instantaneously, metamorphosing them from primates to humans, all in a flash, as I said, upon ingesting these mushrooms they found, & that’s where the modern day human being evolved from.
Sounds great in theory, doesn’t it? If it were true though, & considering all the experiments they do on poor the unfortunate primates they steal from their homes in the jungle to do tests on, surely they would’ve given monkeys psychedelics by now, at the very least, just to see what happens. I found a link about it, if you want to read more, & you can click HERE for that. It’s a funny way Rogan tells it, of course, & not only is it great comedy, it might be true, for all we know. Do you know how we got here? I don’t, but I sure as fuck know we didn’t “evolve” from fish…duh, trust me I know. I don’t care how many billions of years you wanna throw at me, evolution is NOT what most people think it is. Sure, over time, most creatures will “evolve” certain traits to help them adapt & survive better, but these aren’t dynamic changes, so to speak, & definitely not the ones they ascribe billions of years to. No, the true dynamism, comes from the Sun. Thats’s right, from the Sun; if you want to know what evolution is, look at that giant ball of radiation in the daytime sky for your answer. I think that the Sun fires off novas, micro & macro, highly electrically-charged novas, & when one hits the Earth, she changes, unbelievably rapidly too. New mountains are formed from the force of the nova impacts, tsunamis arise, like miles-high tsunamis, insanely powerful earthquakes, all in a flash too…literally. You’d have nowhere to hide, unless you were lucky enough to find a cave that can withstand the surface destruction/creation via the nova. This would imply that most mammal life is still on the surface, & they’re blasted with that solar radiation, rather than getting fried, everything mutates, & mutates very rapidly. Now obviously, this is just a theory of mine, one of many, that usually end up in my literary vault of sorts…& as usual, I’ve segued from the main topic, yet again. par for my course, as you know.
Incidentally, look into the Electric Universe, if you want to know more about how the Universe really operates. At the very least it’s a much more plausible scenario, then the current one. No, the craters n the moon aren’t all from meteorites; most of them are from electrical discharges via novas from the Sun. People don’t seem to understand how big space is, & these novas a millions of times bigger than Earth. Almost unimaginably massive. I’m kinda surprised one hasn’t totally fried our atmosphere yet, like Mars, to be honest, but we’re talking about so much time between said novas, that civilizations rise & fall, then rise & fall, again & again, between these events. The novas are so powerful, that they cause a pole shift, here on Earth, as well as every other cataclysm on unimaginable scales, enough to easily wipe out almost all traces of prior civilizations, so how would we know about the true history of the world, if is has been totally wiped away, like it was never even here. A million years ago is literally almost nothing on geologic time scales, so again, how would we know, if highly-advanced civilizations have come & gone, countless times throughout the planet’s history? Do you all realize how long a MILLION years is? We are living on around 12000 years of history collectively right now; that is nothing, NOTHING, in epochal time scales. Literally nothing, & we don’t know shit about our real history, not a God-damned thing, relatively speaking. Nonetheless, the Electric Universe, in my opinion, offers much better evidentiary speculation than the current nonsense barfs out onto the actual science. Want an example?
Craters; craters on the moon, do you believe they were really caused by millions of years of getting bombarded with bolides? If that were the case, where are the ones here? Sure, there are a few “craters,” here, but maybe they aren’t craters? Maybe when the Sun fired out its nova/s, the plasma interacted with the planets, creating MASSIVE lightning bolts essentially, which lit up the Moon, causing these mistakenly-assumed craters, & has been shown to be true, via tests experimenting with plasma cosmology, & said plasma, when lit up, caused similar craters on a model Moon for the project. They simply minimized the solar system, fired off a small test nova, then studied the results. The nova discharge created planet-sized plasma that fired of lightning which created these “craters,” which look exactly like the craters on the Moon. Planet-sized discharges in relation to the model of course, but still, the experiment worked, in as far as proving that giant plasma electrical discharges from the Sun blasting out a nova, are what make those craters, not meteorites. They’re so smart, & not humble at all, so they assume they’re above all of us in their disrespective fields of pseudo-mastery, & that we are too dumb to figure things out on our own. Sure, I have no idea how t do do basic calculus, or what the different jars in labs are for, are even some basic shit, I’m a fucking retard…but…I’m not dumb, & although I don’t have a PhD from Lambda Lambda Lambda, I can still street smart you nerds into your proverbial lockers, & leave you locked in there, in the fetal position, crying for some blue-haired woke teacher to save your clowny ass. Fucking nerds, I could care less if you can code, you’re still a loser, but I digress.
Well, I do, & I don’t digress, here, because these psychopathic beta twerps are the ones with their figurative finger on the button on AI, & they could care less what it does, as long as it becomes “sentient,” which I believe, those in the know, already do. They might even be amongst them…like the AI Synths from Fallout. Synths, are so indistinguishable, that they don’t even know they’re not human. Guess who made them too? MIT, that’s right, the Mecca for the AI revolution. People WANT this; it’s so insane. Read a comment section under a video on Youtube about AI. You stupid fucks WANT it; & of course, it’s not everyone, but easily 90%+ in the comments can’t wait for the AI to take over, & it will, which is exactly what the globalists real plan heavily entails…GET THE KIDS. Sick fucks, it’s quite a power game they play, is it not?
Yikes, that last big red pill to got swallowed down like a pill-popping Pac-man…well done, if you got that one down big fella, or big girl, whichever of the TWO only genders you can pick, bit gain, I digress. Okay Fishhead Fam, I’m going to save LSD for part 3, of what will turn out to be a 4-part series, all about the Interzone. Until next time dear readers, you don’t have to be stuck in The Matrix all the time. You have a choice, you always have. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“I’ll street smart you nerds back into your proverbial lockers.” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 