The concept of “free will” is epic, is it not? How does one know if their “will” is free, so to speak? For yours truly, when I reflect on my past, it’s as if reading a book, like I was on some kind of auto-pilot, & now that it’s gone, it’s all just a flash, so as a critical thinker, I can only wonder how “free” my will, truly was/is/will be. How can one not?…were those “decisions” truly decided, or is it all just acted out, like a script in a B-movie, or a circa 1984 computer program maybe? As I pondered these thoughts, I came upon a Reddit thread about “you’re not supposed to be here” dreams. Synchronicity abounds these days…so much so that I barely even notice. I’ve been told in visions, dreams, DMT blasts, that I was, “just there to watch, but had to go back.” On top of that though, I think all of the time, “Am I supposed to be here, HERE, in this 3d prison planet matrix, in this backwards upside-down timeline? Can I just go, by thine own hand, so to speak, whenever I want to get out of here? What is the point of this existence? What does everything mean? Does everything even mean, anything at all? Where the fuck do thoughts come from? Why can’t I recall where I was prior to being born? What is the meaning of dreams/dreaming? So many, many questions, & the answers, I already have, deep within, only no matter how hard I try, I cannot remember. I cannot recall my true self, my higher self. Why?
I hope that someday I have one of those “A-Ha” moments, only on a much higher spiritual level. It would be a shame to forget everything, yet again, would it not? Geez, if reincarnation is real, and/or the Great Recycler is real, how many times have we all done this? How many incarnations to get to here, to THIS moment right here? How many times have we had to live & die, enslaved to a pedigreed class, living for them, not for ourselves, how many times? When I try my best to remember my soul past, it always ends the same, a feeling as if I am staring out onto a dark black ocean on a moonless night, just nothing but the waving of waves, if only I could see in the dark water, like the whales & the dolphins & the octopi. When I dream, however, I go to all sorts of other places, places I somehow know, am somehow familiar with, yet have never seen and/or been to in this 3d waking world.. There are people as well, people I know, & know well in some way, yet again, have never actually encountered in this life here. I also have…abilities, you could say, things such as telepathy, telekinesis, & even flying for fuck’s sake. Yep, FLYING, as easy as walking, flying without even thinking about it, without wings, now how can I know how to do that? How can I know these people, these places, how? What is happening when we dream? Ugh…it’s so frustrating, because I know that I know, somewhere deep down, I know the answers to these many, many questions I have. I just cannot access it.
It’s as if someone changed the locks; it gives me that kind of vibe. I can see the warehouse, the one where all the info, the TRUE info, my soul scrolls, you could say, are stored. I can see the door, & only the door, as the warehouse has no windows. It’s just a big red windowless warehouse, with a series of doors, maybe 3 or 4 doors, all locked & dead-bolted. I can see myself there, after walking for what seemed like forever as I walked, but in retrospect, has now flown by like a seagull in the sun. I can see my cat Milo at my feet, rubbing my shins, purring, with the occasional, “Here I am,” meow. Just Milo & myself, at this giant Costconian warehouse with no windows, & I’m holding a key ring, one with 10000 keys on it. I try one key after another, one key after another, one key after another, & none, not a single one, of these God-damned locks will bulge. I feel like I’ve gone through all of the keys in some sort of Sisyphusian fashion, & I just keep rolling that damn boulder back up the mountain. GAHHHHHHHHH…see what I mean? “It’s quite frustrating to know that you know something, but are still stuck knowing nothing.” Fish F Fish. That’s a solid quote, & one for the Great Quote Hunt for sure. Until next time dear readers, how free do you feel? Do you feel like you’re “learning,” when you “learn” something you previously did not know? Or…are you just remembering? Maybe you’re remembering what you already know/knew; could that be the reality of the REAL reality? Perhaps the concept of “learning,” is yet another trick of the Great Used-Car Salesman to keep you, yes YOU, from knowing what you inherently know, & have simply forgotten, yes? No? Yes, no…no, yes?…who knows? No one knows, & no one cares, until that 4000th week comes. Did you know…that everyone lives for an average 4000 weeks in a lifetime? Yep, & 4000 weeks gets you to around 76-77ish I believe; I heard this on the radio earlier, the 4000 weeks thing, & I’m glad I got to recycle it for all of you, & for none of you at all. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
It’s sad when another face from the televised latch-key kid indoctrination of my youth, dies. Yes, that’s right, Pee-Wee Herman, who’s real name was Paul Reubens, has passed away from a long private battle with cancer. Bummer you went out that way Paul; it sounds terrifyingly painful, particularly the mental part, & to know you’re going to die when your malignant cancer becomes terminal…oh man, that has got to be a total mind-fuck. Cancer has become more prevalent as the global population grows, which is obvious, considering much greater numbers of people living on this God-forsaken planet, but on top of that, it’s statistically more common if you compare the number of cancer patients to the population, as in more people then ever are getting cancer. Why, why all this cancer?
Maybe it’s because they poison everything with carcinogenic chemicals? Could that be why? Could it be because they poison the food, poison the water, even poison the air? No matter where you go, minus the millions of unexplored off-grid places, there’s something there to poison you, especially in the once great USA, now deemed the USSA, the United Socialist States of America. That’s right, & America is the worst, especially with the food. Actually, they put fluoride in the water & who knows what else, but fluoride alone, is bad enough. Most people drink it up, every day, with zero inclination as to what they’re even drinking. I drink bottled and/or filtered water myself, & do various things to make sure my pineal gland continues to become uncalcified. Didn’t know that? You didn’t know that fluoridated water calcifies your pineal gland, the “seat of your soul?” Okay, well then click that link & inform yourself.
Nonetheless, before I divert to the exit ramp & drive this article home, I’ll give one more shoutout to the great Paul Reubens, AKA Pee-Wee Herman, as many people knew him. Yikes, can you imagine the street encounters with fans once he became famous with his show Pee-Wee’s Playhouse? That must’ve been a nightmare for him, with all those people doing the Pee-Wee laugh, dancing on their toes, reciting lines from his show, what a drain that must have been. He could never go out without that happening I bet. He was arrested, if you remember, for jerking off in an adult theatre. Weird that he got arrested, because isn’t that what men do when they go to such places? I’ve never heard of anyone being arrested for it, except Pee-Wee of course. Oh yes, that’s another one, everyone calling him Pee-Wee, instead of his real name Paul. Fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be I suppose, right?
Until next time dear readers, be glad you can walkabout without hordes of people hounding you & begging you to do your tricks, like a dog. Be glad you don’t have a spotlight on you 24/7, because that kind of anxiety is astronomical, & that’s why many Hollywood types turn to drugs & self-destruction. They simply want to have a bit of normalcy, if only for a moment, but once you’re trapped inside that “celebrity bubble,” any chance of a “normal” life is over. You can only find that again if you leave Hollywood, quit acting, & go off-grid. Most would rather stay & fight for that proverbial role, saying & doing whatever they can to make it, even sacrificing loved ones so that they themselves can level up in that dark world. It’s dark, such a dark place, so be glad, be thankful you have a light int he darkness. Whether or not it’s a stadium light, or candle light, you are creating the fire, the light, because there can always be light in the darkness, but never vice-versa. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Yours truly is undergoing a week-long stay in a shitty hotel in a ratchet part of North Denver, & oh my, has it been fun. First off, the room smells; it smells like overdoses, prostitution, moldy shower curtains, & an A/C unit that pumps out “fresh” air smells of must & ass. There’s no microwave, or mini-fridge, so I’ve been living on fresh fruits & donuts. I had to use some Macgyver tactics to keep the curtain closed, draped over a window that has no lock, so theoretically, a thief, or a serial killer, could easily just open the window & hop in. Fortunately, I am armed to the teeth, so if anyone comes in, it’ll be the last window they ever jump through, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yes, the bed is actually comfortable, surprisingly, but the A/C blows right onto it, so if I’m lucky enough to sleep for a few hours, I have to bundle up with the extra comforter I stole from the maid’s laundry area when the managers weren’t looking. The irony, I know, talking about thieves but I had to steal a comforter. It’s not actually theft, since I’m not keeping it, obviously, so I consider it as just borrowing. Speaking of thievery, the door has definitely been kicked in; the frame shows signs of breaking & entering, & even though the door locks, the lock was put on backwards. Let’s see…what else before I move on to the outside of the room…what else, what else? Oh, I am using the drawers as a makeshift table/place to write this on my computer, & as I look to my left, while I type this, I see that the left drawer is missing entirely, which leaves a nice little hidey-hole for my cat to play in. Poor little guy, but he’s been such a super-trooper over this last week we’ve gone through. Luckily, I think I’ve found a safe place for us to stay, but more on that later. Now, let’s talk about the outside of the room.
I’m right by a major 4-lane highway, & although the sound of the cars has become like white noise to me, the sirens from the emergency vehicles that speed by every 15-20 minutes or so is quite loud. Since I just mentioned “emergency vehicles,’ we will segue into the emergency vehicles that have been here EVERY SINGLE DAY that I’ve been here. Not exaggerating either…EVERY SINGLE DAY. The first day some guy overdosed by the dumpster, which was/still is, over-flowing with trash. Yep, overdosed right next to it, which resulted in 3 police cruisers, a firetruck, & an ambulance, in no particular order. Don’t know if he died, but the manger told me he overdosed. I didn’t see that incident until after he was in the ambulance & heading away. Next day though, I DID see an incident with my own eyes. Ready for this one? It’s a real doozy of a story.
Okay, so an Indian fellow, a tall Indian fellow with the stereotypical Indian guy perv-stache, was walking around completely naked. No shoes or socks even, as naked as it gets. This dude had a pubic bush that was so big, there might have been some baby birds nesting in there. Quite revolting, right? He was on the phone, just parading around in his skinsuit, his little mushroom tip just barely sticking out of the bush, talking to a party unknown on the phone. The manager called the cops, & I suppose the naked Indian noticed, so he ran back to his room, & put clothes on, some jeans & a pink button up shirt. Very classy. Then, after clothing himself, the moron came back outside, still talking on the phone, just as the cops arrive. The manager, a toothless former methhead named Christy, pointed to him & said, “That’s him, that’s the guy.” The officer told him to get off of his phone so he could ask him some questions, & what does Apu do? He pulls a knife on the police officer that told him to get off the phone, & so, the officer takes his baton, whacks the guy’s hand so he drops the knife, & charges him with a solid open-field front tackle. Very brave of the cop to do, but he did it, as the other cops immediately pulled out their guns. The tackling officer then gets up, backs up, & one of the other cops hit Apu with the taser gun. BZZZZZZZZZZZZ…followed by a scream from Apu, as he writhes around on the ground with 50,000 volts buzzing though his body. Then all of the cops dog pile him as they cuff him up. Apparently, in Colorado, if you get tazed, you go to a hospital, rather than jail, which is standard procedure in a liberal “blue-city” shithole. Nonetheless, that was day two, & you know there’s a hat trick coming next.
Today, I’m not sure what happened, but as I pulled up to Hotel Hell from my daily job hunting quest, there were several cop cars leaving, so maybe it was an unruly guest, as the other guests besides yours truly are the dregs of society, so perhaps yet another overdose. Maybe a streetwalker got herself all smacked up for coming home short. I’m pretty sure some of the guests are hookers & their pimps. There’s a shitload of Mexican construction workers, 5-6 piled high into one-bedroom rooms. There’s a few that clearly just got of jail recently. They have a certain kind of walk, a posture, if you will, from walking in lines in their respective prison garb. Maybe other people don’t notice said posture, but I do, & in conjunction with the jailhouse tattoos, to me it’s obvious that some of the guests here were locked up recently. One had a giant clown face tattooed on the back of his shaved head, so yeah, it’s obvious. Before I digress into some random tangent, I do have mention the parking lot. I already told you about the overflowing eyesore dumpster, which is at the back of the parking lot, & as for the parking lot itself, it has so many holes in it that it looks like a cluster-bomb war happened, similar to Dresden circa 1944. I walk out onto the balcony often to smoke a cig, because one, I don’t want to miss the next “incident,” that goes down, & two, to watch my car so no junkie breaks into it. I have my 12-gauge boomstick locked in the trunk, as well as my safe, which doesn’t have anything in it , even though it does, but that’s my secret. Regardless, I get up & walk outside every hour or so to do a perimeter watch, since I cannot sleep very well due to this elephant-on-my-back anxiety I have from being all on my own now in this life.
Yep, just Milo the cat & yours truly now. No more family, except a cousin, & a handful of friends that I can count on one hand with my thumb & pointer finger still outward facing. My life has done a complete 180 degree turn & then some since these corrupt democratic communists stole the election, then proceeded to destroy this once great country, now termed the USSA, the United Socialist States of America. Believe it or not, this country is now arguably a communist dictatorship, being systematically turned into smoldering rubble. Do you think Potato Joe Biden is the POTUS? I’ll clear that up right now if you do…& the answer is: NO, NO NO NO NO NO he isn’t anything, except a perverted puppet. The real POTUS, the one in the shadows giving the orders, is none other than former POTUS Barack Obama, a CIA plant, who was s-elected to do one thing, proverbially burn this country to the ground, which is happening, right on schedule. Us “regular folks,” can barely put food in the fridge, rents are outrageous, you need two jobs AT LEAST, just to get by. It’s fucking ridiculous. A friend of mine told me it’s because we are in the Kali Yuga, which is the 4th, & worst era for mankind that lasts about ohhhhh…450,000 years or so. It’s an era of destruction, which makes sense, because as I’ve written about ad nauseam, the end goal by 2030 is for 7 billion, BILLION, of us gone. Us “regular folks,” of course, because the so-called “ruling elites,” plan on rebuilding the planet after we are all wiped out, with a one world order agenda. AI is getting exponentially more advanced by the second now, I presume, so it’s just a matter of time before most of us are jobless since AI will be able the jobs that most of us do, even as far as performing life-saving surgeries. It’s going to be like some Mad Maxian dystopian surveillance state nightmare, & most people have no idea.
Fortunately, I do, but what can I do about it? Nothing, nothing at all, & as a writer, I’m fucked. There’s already a button on here that one can press to write whatever they want to write about with the AI assistant. Maybe I should try it out, since we’re on the subject, & see what happens. Ready? Okay, here we go, & be sire to keep in mind that whatever comes next in this article, is the AI, & NOT yours truly. I’ll be right back…enjoy the cock pic…
The Kali Yuga, also known as the Age of Kali, is a concept in Hindu cosmology that refers to the current age or era we are living in. According to Hindu scriptures, the Kali Yuga is the final of the four Yugas (ages) within a cyclic pattern that repeats endlessly.In the Hindu tradition, each Yuga is associated with a different set of qualities, societal norms, and spiritual conditions. The Kali Yuga is considered to be the darkest and most challenging of all the ages. It is characterized by a decline in morality, spiritual awareness, and a rise in materialism and ignorance.According to ancient scriptures such as the Mahabharata and the Vishnu Purana, the Kali Yuga is said to be a time of widespread corruption, conflicts, and moral decay. It is believed that human beings in this age are predominantly driven by selfishness, greed, and harmful desires. Virtues such as honesty, compassion, and integrity are believed to be rare during this era.However, despite these challenges, the concept of the Kali Yuga also offers a glimmer of hope. It is said that in this age, spiritual liberation can be achieved through simple acts of devotion and by surrendering to a higher power. It is believed that even a small amount of spiritual practice or righteous action can have a profound impact in this era of darkness.The concept of the Kali Yuga serves as a reminder to embrace spiritual values and strive for personal growth amidst the challenging circumstances of the current age. It encourages individuals to seek inner transformation and cultivate virtues that can uplift themselves and the world around them.Overall, the concept of the Kali Yuga provides a framework to understand and navigate the complexities of our existence, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, there is always the possibility of spiritual awakening and growth.
You see that? THAT is what the AI can do now, in a matter of 3-4 seconds. Crazy, right? There’s no way a human can keep up, especially when the AI gets more advanced. Writers like yours truly, will become obsolete, & this is just as it relates to writers, now imagine all of the other things the AI can/will do. I don’t know about you, but to me, this is fucking insane, particularly when I know that those so-called “ruling elites,” have a sinister AI-based agenda, as they want to merge with the AI, to become like gods, living much longer than the average human life span, as we all get slaughtered because we will become “less-than,” so to speak, & only get in the way of their new world order plan. 7 BILLION, with a big B, gone, gone by 2030, hence why I always emphasize that if you think things are crazy now, just wait, because the figurative roller-coaster isn’t even at the top of the first drop. Hell, the damn thing hasn’t even started going up the track, compared to what’s coming. Everyone is feeling tremendous social anxiety analogous to getting on the roller coaster, anticipating the ride, but as I said, just sitting there waiting for the safety bar to drop, since the real ride hasn’t even begun yet. Stay seated, & keep your arms & legs inside the carriage dear readers.
When 2024 gets here, & all of these bureaucratic corrupted soulless power-drunk politicians atop the power pyramid wage war on one another to take the reigns, THAT is when the ride begins, & no matter how bad it seems now, it’s only going to get worse, MUCH MUCH MUCH worse. So buckle up dear readers, & until next time, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™🎏
It’s really heartbreaking the way that so many young Americans aren’t encouraged to go beyond the pseudo-education of the broken public schooling system, leaving them to their own devices, and/or the aid of encouraging parents to pursue their respectively God-given talents. If a kid grows up in the PRIVATE school system, however, they develop into those talents, & by the time they reach adulthood, they have a significantly noticeable advancement over others their age who did NOT get the opportunity to get a proper education via the private school system. Do you know where the public school system originated? It came about to give the most basic education to those unfortunate kids who came from nothing, so that they could work in factories at an earlier age. Have you ever pondered why they use bells between classes? It’s to acclimatize them to the factory bells, as well as adhering to strictly regimented time schedules. One could very easily argue that the public school system is analogous to jail, with systematically redundant day-to-day procedures, to not only control them, but to keep them just smart enough to get by, & nothing more. Those disgusting school lunches, the bells, the lack of encouragement, & if you want to stand out & ask questions that defy their instructions, you get ostracized, by the pseudo-instructors, not by your peers. Looking back, it makes me want to puke, from the daily back & forth on the shit-stinking yellow banana buses, to the 2 meals a day, with God-knows-what in this wretched meals, to those fucking bells, to the overall failure to educate children properly, so to speak, & it’s as I said earlier, heartbreaking, to say the least.
More often than not, this applies to the poorer kids, & the neighborhoods they come from, as to where they go for their public education, & if you live in the wrong area, you’re fucked. It’s crucial, so very crucial, to instruct kids more than “just enough to get by,” to care about their instruction, & to treat them subjectively, rather than lumping them all into the same group, with the end goal of objectively giving all them a chance. Nowadays, these public school system ‘teachers,” are more concerned with children’s gender assignments, rather than actually “teaching” them anything that will benefit them in the future. It’s pathetic, it truly is, because without REAL guidance, they’re just going to grow up defunct, with mental issues, with repressed PTSD, & most importantly, with no plan for a prosperous future. Every day when I wake up, if I’m actually am able to sleep, I try my best to quiet my mind, so I can allow my thoughts to manifest themselves on this digital opus of mine. It’s a kind of meditation, you could say, along with my daily push-ups, & you know who had to figure this out? ME…me, myself, & I, after many years of brain fog, as a result of the indoctrination training camps that people refer to as “public schooling,” as well a series of traumatic head injuries. I’m amazed I’m even alive, to be honest, & the worst part of it is, the absolute worse part, is that it ultimately, it all comes down to something as daft as money, doesn’t it? Money, backed by absolutely nothing, is what determines the success of a person, at least here in Clownworld it does, minus the scant amount of anomalies. That’s the determining factor; fucking money, just zeros & ones on a computer, & if you don’t have any, & I don’t, you’re essentially fucked, fucked for life. It’s not natural, & in fact, it’s UN-natural, the polar opposite of natural, yet here we are, & my heart dies a little more every day from these grim realizations, which is why I write about it, so that others who have similar inclinations don’t feel alone, alone in spirit, as I do.
It has nothing to do with literally feeling alone; it’s a hopelessness, a monkey that has dug its nails so deep into your back, there’s no way to free yourself from it. Sure, perhaps you have family, & maybe a scant handful of friends, but they’re on their own proverbial islands, across the way from one’s own island onto themself, & it doesn’t matter if you have a figurative bridge, or a boat, because in spirit, you’re essentially always trapped on your own island, & no matter how much you might want to be on an island with everyone, you never can, & they will never understand why. Hell, YOU yourself, the lone islander, might not even understand why. It all goes back to those indoctrination camps of one’s youth, which subconsciously reinforce the fact, that you, yes YOU, are no different from everyone else, even though you know you are. Why are Americans in public schools never taught 2nd, or even 3rd languages from the get-go? Learning other languages opens up a whole new world of possibility for a young mind, especially when you’re taught them from an early age, but they don’t teach them, as they do in other countries. Why isn’t music theory included in that group? Music is a language onto itself; it originates from the 4th dimension, because music is all about time. Things like the circle of fifths, & the way music manifests in some kind of geometrically sacred way, is beautiful, so beautiful, but it’s well-beyond me, because once you hit middle-age, it’s exponentially more difficult to learn things as you could as a kid. I know, I know…this article is a kind of bouncing around, & somewhat nebulous, but the frustrations of self-realizations, & being on tenterhooks all day, all night, every day, every night. Yep, just waiting anxiously for some kind of personal breakthrough that never comes, until it does, only leaving one more bewildered than ever, as to this world, this wonky world that essentially amounts to prison planet, composed of slaves & masters, prisoners & guards, the former being the most prevalent, by a stunning longshot. Why? Why the fuck did I incarnate here? I don’t recall signing up for this, for any of it, yet here I still am, stuck, stuck like a horse in the mud, as well as broke, & on the brink of poverty, because no matter how hard I try, I cannot, nor will I ever, comply with the revolting notion that “it’s just the way it is.”
That’s the mentality of a slave, a compliant slave, & I will NEVER abide that ridiculous predisposition. Do I sound like a fucking slave? Do I sound like a typical person? NO, I don’t, I know I don’t, & furthermore, I don’t want anything to do with the nonsensical insanity of existing enslaved to something as revolting as money, & to so-called “ruling elites.” Fuck them. Apparently though, THEY have systematically forced US to need it, to need them, to rely on these self-entitled masters to survive. GAHHHHHHHH…it’s the root of my hate, & even though I believe in love, in unconditional love, the unconditional love via the one true God, it seems to always always always, come right back to fucking money in this 3d joke of a “life,” doesn’t it? How can anyone, ANYONE, who thinks for themselves, call this seemingly meaningless existence “life?” How is “living,” living as a slave, any sort of “life?” It isn’t, not for me anyway, it’s just a slow death, & if this is “just the way it is,” this world can fuck off, fuck right off the God-damned cliff. It took me nearly 4 decades, FOUR DECADES, to break out, & break free, from the brainwashing, from the programming, from the “brain fog” I mentioned earlier, & as I also previously said, once I did get free, in spirit, I found myself walking along thread of a tightrope between being homeless, & living in utter impoverishment, like white trash. Yes, of course I still believe in God, the real God, the Source, which is The Great Central Sun of our galaxy. No, it has absolutely nothing, NOTHING, to do with the God in the Bible, or the Tanakh, or the Koran, or any other cleverly masterminded control mechanisms, via those man-made “Gods.” They’re as fictional as The Cat in the Hat, for the real God, is so much higher than any of those pseudo-gods in their silly books. Source, as I refer to God as, is so much greater, so much grander, so un-understandable, that it’s just comical to define Source via a 3d human perspective, not to mention arrogantly insulting, as if humans are even truly capable of defining Source, at all.
I don’t know how, and/or why I incarnated here, if I even had a choice, but I feel quite self-assured that my eternal soul most definitely did not originate here. I feel the pull, the pull back toward the higher dimension, maybe the 5th, from whence I truly originated, yet somehow, in some unknown way, here I am, & maybe this will all make sense when I’m worm food, maybe not. Perhaps I won’t even recall being here, as I have no recollection as to where I was prior to this incarnation into what has revealed itself to be a bitterly draining prison planet, “ruled” by soulless scum that apparently worship Lucifer for some unknown reason, which equates to a mass mental disorder incarnate, at least to me it does. The entire world seems mental, but maybe I’m the insane one, who knows? I wish I could remember, because I know I have the answers, somewhere deep down, but I cannot remember, which lends credence to my own inclination that between the poisoned food, the poisoned water, the drugs, & the many years of indoctrination programming, I have lost my true abilities as an immortal benevolent soul of Light, the real Light, that divine Light from what humans have named, “The Great Central Sun.” Here’s a thought that one might be intrigued by…suppose we are Light Beings manifest in 3d via said Great Central Sun, but what kind of Light is The Great Central Sun subject to?
If one backs up to look at the Great Universal Picture, our Source, this Great Central Sun, is centered within one, yes ONE, galaxy, the Milky Way galaxy, but upon zooming out, we’re in a cluster of galaxies, with many “central suns, many “Sources,” & if you zoom out even further, these “Central Suns” make up what looks eerily similar to the synapses within our brains. How surreal is that? This implies, that maybe the Universe, is one unfathomably massive brain, which would ultimately be the Source of Sources, of ALL Sources. I don’t think most people take into account how unbelievably tiny we are; we’re like quarks of quarks, of quarks of quarks, so insanely small, yet our consciousness is boundless enough to fathom what I just wrote. Again, I know but I don’t know; I know I have the answers, somewhere in my immortal consciousness, but for whatever reason, I cannot find the keys to open these doors within, to know, as it were. It’s all just…just…fuck, I don’t know, & no matter how hard I try, I DO NOT KNOW.
What I do know, here in this low-vibrating 3d Earth space, is that I’m broke, broken & broke, one step away from having nothing left, nothing at all, resource wise. I’m nearly a floating bloated fish, & no matter what I do, the reckoning doesn’t come, & no one helps because the refuse to try to understand me, or my complex with living the life of a slave, so I’ve stopped expecting anything and/or anyone to help my black ass, because even though they can, they don’t, certainly not financially, despite their individual wealth of resources, they seemingly want me to just disappear, to perish in poverty, like Nikola Tesla, because I’m “shameful” to them, a shameful embarrassment, & I suppose I’ll just run out of money soon, run out out of resources to survive, like I’m running out of time, because as I said earlier, this forsaken world revolves around money, the artificial currency that keeps this hijacked Katamarian zeitgeist snowballing faster & faster down the mountain, & maybe because of the fact that I see that, everyone has forsaken yours truly, & the light at the end of my tunnel has burned out.
Wowzers…this turned into quite a ramblous rambling, didn’t it? That’s how I usually roll, to some extent anyway, but this one in particular is somewhat maundering, albeit it certainly NOT pointless, or maybe it is. I suppose it’s up to YOU, the reader, not me. I just let go of everything, tune the dial until the I find a frequency, could be any frequency, lock in on said frequency, then turn the volume up full-blast, allowing pure stream-of-consciousness to fly through my halcyonic hands, & what you see, is the real-time manifestation of whatever channel I’ve programmed into my radio. Nonetheless, it’s time to end this one, so until next time dear readers, if you have kids, homeschool them. Disregard that bullshit “lack of socialization” notion, & teach them the real reality of this 3d Clownworld, so they can survive it accordingly when they grow up into adults. Encourage their natural talents AS SOON AS they reveal themselves, & their innocently respective consciousnesses. DO NOT, & I repeat, DO NOT, turn them into you, & definitely don’t abide the slavery of this prison planet hellhole. Teach them how to be free, & how to find freedom, by exploiting their aforementioned talents. I have only one talent, & it is the creation of these words you’re reading, along with my digital artistry. Unfortunately, it all came to me too late; I had to break free from the slave mentality, break free from the braindead indoctrination from public schooling, break free from the chains that bound me to someone I wasn’t. It’s been such a battle, & now, I’m down as far as I’ve ever been, & all I have is this, my words & art left, this last ladder to get out of this God-damned well I’ve been stuck in my whole life. That is all, for now. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🍥
“Don’t die a slave; free yourself, or at least die trying.” Fish F Fish🎏
If I’m doing my math right, we spend a 3rd to a 4th of our lives sleeping. Man, that is A LOT of time, so much sweet time that could be spent leveling up. No, I do NOT mean leveling up in video games, but like one would do in a video game, & I wrote a previous article or two detailing specifically WHY, video games are life destroyers, so feel free to look for that, if you feel drawn to read it. Oh, jus thought of solid analogy, & this analogy would be The Langoliers, & if you haven’t read the book, and/or seen the made-for-TV movie, you’re missing out ya wanker. Although I despise Stephen King, on several levels, starting with his politics, & ending at his stupid chipmunk face, but regardless of all that, he’s a crafty storyteller. I will give him that, but I’m not giving him anything else. Leftist twats have already taken the once great spirit of this country, & stuck a rainbow flag up its ass, to parade out in front of kids, while they yell about white supreme pizzas. Liberalism, as it is defined in this current era estraña we’re all stuck in, is truly, a MENTAL DISORDER. Somewhere between psychosis & hypnosis; I call it hypno-psychosis, & there’s MILLIONS who have been programmed with this bug, via their television broadcasts. It’s right there in the words, as you can see with your own eyes I hope. Programming, broadcasting, tele-vision, they spell it out because that’s how they get you. They covertly tell/show you what they’re going to do, & even though it goes over your head, the fact that they “told” you prior, apparently shifts the karmic “blame,” onto YOUR shoulders, rather than theirs. In their legal-ese, so to speak, they have in essence, formed a contract with you, one that YOU agree to, even though you don’t realize what you’re agreeing to. It’s like that stupid block on websites that makes you “agree,” to continue, & there’s a bunch of small-print words there that you never read, but agree to anyway when you check that box, so you can continue whatever you’re doing on the site. You just agree, & move on, who cares, who wants to read all that gibberish?…& BOOM, that’s fundamentally how they get the populous to agree to whatever they want.
It’s some kind of “magic,” dark magic I’m sure, or at least it seems that way, maybe I should say. They believe in it. Period. I don’t necessarily believe in magic, per se, but magicians do some things sometimes they leave me completely bewildered. I was always interested in learning some magic, but sadly, never did. I want to know what the “real” part about magic is; the part that is never spoken of, since it’s verboten to reveal the secrets, but what is it, what is this damn secret they keep from people? Do you just go to magic school until they tell you? I could go on & on, composing a Santa’s list of reasons why magic intrigues me. Maybe if we didn’t spend a quarter to a third of our entire lives sleeping, we’d have time, precious fleeting time, much more time to level up, as I mentioned earlier, but no, we have to proverbially unplug from the Matrix for some reason each day, to recharge our batteries, & dang if that Matrix metaphor isn’t super-surreal, when you stop & think about it. “Human batteries,” & we energize whatever our soul energy is being consumed by, which as you know, if you’ve read some of my previous posts, is possibly, POSSIBLY, what I call, The Great Recycler. Go ahead & click that link there, if you want to read more, which for the sake of the information, you probably SHOULD do, but I digress. Do whatever you like dear readers, there are no rules here, & even better, no boundaries. We’re just running through different channels around the dial here, & letting these fingers fly, scribbling down whatever comes out of the frequency I attune to, respectively. Regardless, the idea of “humans as batteries,” is quite a notion, yes? Since our souls are immortal, & simply recharged between incarnations, The Great Recycler has a clever system that it has set up, where IT, since we don’t want to misgender IT, here in Clownworld…(honk noise), but despite that, IT, this “entity,” if you will, feeds on human souls, for lack of a better term. Yes, you read that right it feeds, feeding on that soul energy I just mentioned at the top of the paragraph. Why though? Why is it doing this? Does it have help? Great questions, thanks for asking.
All I can reckon, is that maybe IT, simply just needs to eat, & is some kind of higher-dimensional, inter-dimensional, outer-dimensional, minion of chaos & darkness, that travels through space, until it finds soul light energy to feed on, & then it sets up shop, under the guise of a karmic reincarnation apparatus, & then it starts consuming. More so, this thing has the ability to manipulate incarnated humans to aid it in its feeding of the souls. Yes, it has help, & these so-called elites, at the top of the power pyramid, know this entity all too well, commonly as Lucifer, and/or Satan, and/or Saturn, & they help it, on levels you would not believe. It’s all in preparation, I think, for a new Holocaust, a new “burnt sacrifice,” to appease their false God, in hopes they’ll be granted more dominion over the entire planet. As I always say, this is THEIR plan, not mine, & I know, believe me I know, it sounds totally insane. Adding to the insanity, they think that a “sentient” AI could give them direct “communication,” as it were, to the Great Recycler, enabling them to successfully merge with the AI, in order to extend their own humanlife spans, maybe infinitely, but certainly indefinitely. Just to make sure this is clear, once again, this is THEIR agenda, THEIR vision, & as insane as it might sound, I think it’s real, in the sense that THEY believe it’s all real, all of it, & most people will go from birth to death, never knowing what I just illustrated here for you. They will feel the “light” when they die, oh so warm, so full of divine bliss, at least so it seems, & once you’ve walked into the “light,” BOOM, just like the contract on the website, YOU agreed, & they got you, & now, again in the afterlife, if you go “into the light,” YOU have been duped, duped like I mentioned at the start, wherein you walk into the light at your own volition, & thus, the blame falls on YOU, not The Great Recycler, & so it consumes your soul energy, then shits you out basically, to be reborn again, but with all of your memories wiped after “walking into the light.” Yeah, don’t do that, & I repeat, DO NOT WALK INTO THE LIGHT. That’s the trap, the soul-trap, & once you go in, you don’t come back out in 5d, you come back out right back here, in 3d, in The Great Mouse Trap, trapped to do it all over again.
Imagine 5d, can you picture it? No laws of 4d time, you create your own 3d space, & then of course, come all the attributes of being back in the 5th dimension, from whence your soul once fell, long ago. I think of it like a dream, but one that doesn’t end, unless you want it to. Yes, an eternal dream, vibrating at a frequency that doesn’t resonate with anything dark. No anger there, no rage, no malevolence, just pure energy, the REAL light, not the fake light that The Great Recycler tricks you into walking into. It’s very clever, I told you, & has taken that entire inclination of “walking into the light,” & convinced humans to do so, upon their individual demises. Be sure to click that link back there, so you can read up on the nature of The Great Recycler, should you find yourself confused, and/or just interested in doing so. I’m going to go ahead & wrap this one up, just a random article, on a random day, for no reason, just doing it randomly. Until next time dear readers, read contracts, before you sign them. Always. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Always read contracts before you sign them.” Fish F Fish🎏
A red-pill dropping friend of mine, one of my only friends left, recently said to me, “Can’t change a dud, can’t fix a dud, doesn’t matter who it is, a dud’s a dud,” & he was right. He has an unusual knack for accuracy, & although he wasn’t directing that phrase at me, per se, he’s right, duds are duds. Some people come out attractive, people like them, they have a talent that they hone, with encouragement, & support, from friends & family, & then some come out the opposite. Some of us just get our asses kicked and/or ignored, especially kids from broken homes, like yours truly. It boils down to good parenting really, & responsible family planning, rather than a bunch of fuckabouts, used-car salesmen men, women with baby rabies, getting hammered, in the same place, then whoops, there’s a kid, how did that happen? Duh. What the fuck are people thinking anymore? Seriously, I wonder what the percentage is, of us who got here unplanned, does anyone know? After going what I went through, & now in my mid-40s, holy hell, SO many random kids were conceived via random drunken sex, it’s ridiculous. Often when that happens, especially nowadays, the real dad doesn’t stick around, of course, & now there’s a nation of fatherless kids with single moms that think it’s trendy to have a kid that’s “queer.” Such a backwards-ass fucked-up world we’ve turned this all into; I mean, come on, talk about ruining a society in record time, we’ve done it, & I’m still shaking my fucking head.
Empowered single women, so independent & powerful, right?….& fathers not needed, just sperm donors, or at least, that’s the ridiculous notion that was fostered long enough to create an entire generation that is few & far between when the real dad actually sticks around. Who’d wanna deal with a twat like that, minus the simp army? Plenty of simps, but all the girls want Chad, so these single moms get desperate, delusional desperate, so desperately delusional, in fact, it’s downright mental, scrambling around for a Chad on Tinder to play insta-dad, actively deluding themselves into believing it’s all just like it was before Pookie left his behbeh with her, then dipped. No worries though, he left behbeh Pookie, as a reminder of her stupidity, which works out great for the kid later on in life, I’m sure. Every time she looks at that kid, she sees Pookie, & how do you think that disgust projects toward the kid, particularly in the way she “raises” him. Tragic. You can thank “hook-up culture” for that, & body countdoesn’t matter, right? It’s all degenerate filthy behavior. Great environments for kids you slutbag single moms. Ugh. Maybe try keeping your legs closed? Just a thought. You know how babies are made, yes? You knew what you were doing, yes?…so don’t act like it’s a “man’s fault.” Enough with that bullshit, not to mention with the advent of online dating, you slags just pick out men like an All-You-Can-Eat buffet, ugh, it’s fucking disgusting. I threw my hat on the rack a few years back & decided it’s just not worth it to pick it up again. Why would I? Who wants to compete with countless other dudes saying the same bullshit to the same girl that you are? Who wants to share, in such a manner. Don’t fool yourself, she’s heard it all by this age if she’s still single & childless, & if she IS still single & childless, it’s because she’s batshit crazy. Men, listen up; YOU CANNOT WIN. Virtue is dead, & so is the sanctity of pussy as a whole. It’s dead, dead & gone, & women killed it. Do NOT forget that fact, that WOMEN killed it, not men, so if you’ve been blaming yourself, and/or thinking it’s you, take a deep breath, exhale, & listen to what I am about to tell you…it’s NOT you, it’s not them, it’s what the powers-that-be have done, to divide everyone, even the sexes, how about them apples?
Yep, what better way to destroy the nuclear family than to not only divide men & women, but to do it while simultaneously, & overtly, promoting homosexuality as a good thing, do you not see how this all fits into a larger depopulation agenda? It’s “trendy” to have a “queer” kid now, did you read where I wrote that earlier? TRENDY, to have a son that’s a fag, or a daughter that says she’s a boy, let’s abide the notions of a CHILD, makes sense right? WRONG, no, it makes ZERO sense, but since everything is backwards here in this hell Clownworld timeline we’re all in, apparently, it makes perfect sense. Considering that most of the global populous is in a state of hypno-psychosis, & the television programs them to believe whatever they’re told, most of the aforementioned global populous, are actually not only agreeing with this ridiculous queer theory bullshit, they are celebrating it alongside these mental patients who are living it in real time, topping it all off by including children. Pedo-duds, pedo-duds everywhere, & everyone of them wearing shirts that say, “I love pedo-duds,” proverbially of course, as I’m sure you get that I was being facetious there, right? Yep, beautifully “brave & stunning” rainbows, & that’s gonna show these straight white supreme pizzas what’s what, isn’t it? Derp, but regardless of how abysmally ridiculous all of that sounds, most people go along with it, if you can believe it. Yes, it’s truly shameful to see how unbelievably fickle & naive the human race has become, as a whole. Obey, consume, watch tv, work, repeat, & you all follow along. Follow in line like duds, duds in a row. Good band name, yes? (Announcer voice) “Please welcome to the stage, all the way from Bumfuck, in the middle of Nowhere, let’s make some noise for Duds in a Row,” then 4 people clap, but I digress. Wait a second Mr. Fancy Pants, what makes me so special? How am I not a dud? Do duds know they’re duds? Am I a dud, jumping off that figurative cliff in real time, like most dud lemmings?
Duh, of course I am, does it sound like I know how to do anything else other than spew drivel like this, much less act like a man for fuck’s sake? Hell no, I’m useless, as much of a dud as much as anyone else, worse so even, if I may be so humble about my utter unworthiness. I wasted my life on drugs, only to snap out of it 2 decades too late & realize how much I fucked-off my life. I have no skills, other than this, if this is even considerable as a merit-worthy skill, no kids, no job, nowhere to live that I can call my own, nothing. I have nothing, NOTHING, other than my own buzz, reminding me that I’m still alive, but why? What am I “living” for? I’m not dying for anything, but what I living for? Nothing, except my cat, my art, & myself. What’s that worth? My cat is a gem, he needs to explanation. My art stinks apparently, since no one has the balls to hire me, and/or just realizes my suckitude at writing, while I stay oblivious, I don’t know. As far as living for myself, pffffttt…I’m nothing, less than zero, & each day I wake up, wake back up here, here in Clownworld, & I cannot wait to get tired enough to go back to sleep, as if that’s a healthy way to live. It isn’t, & I know, but damnit, I got nothing left. Tried to get a job, & I got one, a decent one, relatively, & I made it a month before I got fired. Yes, it’s my fault, as is everything else, I get it, MY fault, all on me, I got it, so to my conscience I ask, “Please stop reminding me every ½ second of this fact.” Geez, I fucking get it, but yet my brain just won’t shut up. “Loser, failure, wasted talent, without skills, a dud, a DUD,” I get it damn you. Gah, this fucking voice in my head, like it’s not even my own. “Loser, loser, addict, dud, waste, no one cares, loser, dud, failure,” over & over & over, OKAY, I GET IT. Dang, no one is harder on me than myself, NO ONE, not even close, & I wonder where this harsh drill sergeant in my head could’ve manifest from? Maybe due to all of my parents being regimented military types? People who like and/or need discipline, to be told what to do, respect the hierarchy, abide the chain of command, to be yelled at, always yelling, everyone yelling, usually at me, until I yell back, & then it becomes cyclical, everyone always yelling, my whole life, YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLING, gah, how about just shut the fuck up?…but np, no quiet for me. everyone wants to yell, yell at me, & I don’t know why, so I don’t want to be around anyone anymore. Nope, I just want to write, & paint, & that’s all, that’s all for the dud of duds, yours truly.
Is this how it goes? Is this how it was before? Have I been here before? Have I done this already? Am I cursed to be repeating this, whatever this is, until something changes? Maybe I’ve killed myself before, & I have to keep coming back & repeating this until I hold on until the actual end? How the fuck should I know? I know that when I go to sleep, I have dreams where I am somewhere else, somewhere I’ve never been, but somehow know better than anywhere I’ve ever been in real life. There are people there, people I know, people I love & vice versa, but I’ve never met these people here, in the “real world.” My mind there in that space is even different, & I have mo memories of this world, or this life, as if this, THIS is the dream. I don’t know, maybe it is, maybe it’s something I can’t understand yet, or maybe it’s nothing, & when you die, no matter how or why or when, it’s just black, a void of nothing, until you wake back up again in some new body, all just a fresh slate, no relation to the last incarnation, just universal time doing its thing, all of it unrandomly random, organized chaos, & perhaps the Universe likes it that way…just random. Planned randomness, or maybe it’s like music, that organized vibrational geometry that when heard by our own ears, can sound as beautiful as heaven sometimes. The language of music, as well as music theory, should be taught to every child as a 2nd language of sorts, but of course, it isn’t. Kids are so deprived of all they could be learning, most of them just plopped in front of a tv, and/or a tablet, some kind of screen that isn’t a canvas, is my point. No no no, we need them to shut up & obey, not explore & learn for themselves & ask questions & such. How dar I suggest that kids exploit their preciously feeling time to better themselves in a real way, rather than polluting them with broadcasts on a screen that each them nothing except how to celebrate rainbows & queerness. Like I said, this is a backwards timeline, a hell, hell to me anyway, & I’d wager I’m not alone in feeling this way.
Well, I had no plan to write what I wrote, but I’m glad I did, because this concept of “duds,” seems systemic, doesn’t it? I’m not into eugenics, per se, because the ones that are the “eugenicists,” scumfucks like Billl Gates, are the ones that “pick & choose,” so to speak, & that doesn’t jive with me. However, in the bigger picture, I understand why they want to impose a eugenic manner of breeding into this world. From their perspective, it’s two very different worlds, the duds & the not-duds. THEIR world, the one they perceive as not-duds, is made of of pedigreed, centuries-long bloodlines, while most of us, the “duds,” came about via the haphazard manners I detailed earlier most of the time, are mostly unplanned, have no inclinations toward a “pedigree” or something similar, just as random as it gets, when two dummies delude themselves into believing they’re in love, after meeting for one night, & then whoops, out you come 9 ¾ months later. Obviously, not everyone, but for many, you got here “by accident.” Nope, there was no real planning, your dad was just too lazy to pull out when your mom told him, “Just do it, it’ll be okay.” Uh oh, you got snuck chump, by listening to her & not listening to your own gut instinct. Of course, once your kid gets here, things change, & maybe, just maybe, your kid won’t be a dud, like you. Most duds, unfortunately for the kids, don’t know they’re duds, & so their kids become duds, since apples don’t fall from their respective trees, as the saying goes.
Anyway, I’ve had enough of this article. Duds are duds, & some of us don’t realize it ever, most in fact, but a few of us get it. Yep, we know, we’re duds, we come from duds, from a town called Dudville, born to be duds, & when our firecrackers never explode into a starburst of light & color, only then do we realize, we were always duds, & all that time believing your fireworks will light up the sky, was in the most naive form of vanity one can imagine. just a sad display of narcissism, but like I said, at least some of us get it, albeit late in life, but nonetheless, yep, I suppose now I get it. Is what it is, right Fishheads? Until next time dear readers, in a world of duds, the one who lights up the sky wins. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“In a world of duds, light up the sky.” Fish F Fish🎏
“One without purpose, is a dud, so what makes your fire crack?” Fish F Fish🎏
Continuing on, we have done the easy one, literarily easy anyway, the shrooms, so now let’s move on to LSD. What a substance, derived from the ergot fungus, LSD was first synthesized in the 1930s, if I’m not mistaken. Ironically, this happened around the same time that the Nazis & their “neutral” Swiss operatives, were making drugs like heroin & methamphetamine. Strange time, in my opinion, when all these Nazi collaborators were pioneering numerous pharmaceutical scientific discoveries, as well as other ultra-high-end tech, & then after the war, WE, as in the USA, stole them all in Operation Paper Clip, so that these very same Nazi-collaborating scientists, some of which were actual Nazis themselves, & not just collaborators, are why the USA “landed on the moon” first, why the USA still leads the way with said ultra high-end weapons technology, arguably why we have the Internet, & obviously much more, as I can go on & on. Yes, whether you want to believe it or not, we stole Nazis to make the USA the most powerful country in the world. One could even speculate that the 4th and/or 5th Reich, is alive & well, only hiding in the shadows, while they continue to fulfill their one world, 1000-year agenda.
What was LSD synthesized for? Great question, thanks for asking. No really, it’s a good question, & I’m not entirely sure I know the answer, but I’ll give it a go, with a tab already open to DMOR, if needed, but I already know the answer, which is that it was first synthesized to utilize it for mind control experiments, the precursors to the MK Ultra program. This had to do with remote viewing our/their self-perceived enemies, as well as amplifying individual “psychic” abilities amongst the subjects. Sound familiar? It should, if you ever watch that show Stranger Things, which, in my opinion, is a predictive program, as are many of the “programs” being “broadcast” via your televisions. It’s all in the words, right there in front of everyone, yet somehow, 9 out of 10 of you, conservatively, miss the bus, so to speak, as it relates to comprehension of the words you yourself are using. It’s all a form of magic, obviously dark or light, depending on what is said, or rather spelled…why do you think it’s called spelling? Again, it’s all in the words, the words they’ve tricked you into using, so you’re haphazardly casting spells that benefit themselves, rather than you, despite the fact that they’re YOUR words. Goes back to the predictive programming thing; if they tell you beforehand, the blame is then loop-holed back to YOU, not them. It’s a sinister trick they play, but they do it, nonetheless, & will continue to do it, until they face consequences, which they never do, ever, unfortunately, because like I literally just said, it’s YOUR fault, not theirs, according to them, of course.
Before I digress, let’s continue talking about LSD. It’s just like anything; if you use it for good, you will have good results, but if you use it malevolently, the results could be potentially damaging, not only for the user, but to those around them, once they’re under the influence. It’s not a drug for rookies, despite the enthusiasm from the youth who want to try LSD, my suggestion is to wait, wait until you’re at least 25, once your brain has fully developed. Doing too much and/or any at all, before your brain is fully developed, could have potentially life-altering long-term effects, such as the ones that yours truly experiences. By the time I was 25, I had already taken so much, that I had fucked myself, but wasn’t aware until I had a moment of self-realization of that truth, & now I’m living the aftermath. I wouldn’t say they’re negative effects, so to speak, but I wouldn’t say they’re positive either. I hear things, auditory hallucinations, I suppose you could say, as well as occasional visual ones as well. Schizophrenia, which is a word I despise, because it makes it sound much worse than it is, & I suppose it’s relative, but nonetheless, I’d say that my own affliction was already present from birth, but it went to the next level when I introduced LSD to my still-evolving brain. For awhile, I couldn’t help wonder if I was part of an experiment, considering my adolescence was spent near a bunch of military bases, & it sure was easy to find something like LSD when I was 16. Were they going for the kids back then too? The predecessor to the tactics they now use to influence children in whatever manner they so choose, was that the real reason for the LSD resurgence of the 1990s? Remember, the Phish shows, then String Cheese, extended nowadays to every live show essentially, was the CIA ultimately responsible for ALL of this? Why did they do this to us, if so?
Well, since I have no idea if this is even true, I can’t definitively say why they would do this, if we don’t know if they really did it, can we? I CAN speculate, however, under the guise that their MK Ultra program is more than alive & well, it’s being used for things like the events that occur in the show Stranger Things, opening up “rips” in the fabric of space time, then interacting with things that are outer-dimensional, outside of OUR dimension. What happens when something form that side comes here? Or vice versa? Do they care? HELL NO, they don’t care, & they’re so up to their eyeballs into this madness, the notion of them pulling the proverbial plug, is verboten. These people are nerds, nerd scientists, very intelligent ones at that, but they’re only intelligent as it relates to what they study. Socially, I’d wager they’re about as intelligent as a blind gerbil, with ZERO inclinations about humanity, because they’re all so self-centered around their own respective research, why would they stop? Not to mention, there’s NEVER any consequences for the negative outcomes they create, so again, why the fuck would they stop, if no one ever just stand up & tells them, “NO, no you little twerp, we are NOT going to do that, now get back to your math equations until I see real results & stfu,”…why doesn’t anyone ever say that to just one, ONE, of these little psychopaths, why? What are you afraid of, a nerd in a lab coat? Get the fuck outta here; please God, let one of them cross my path, & I’ll be sure to record it, so you all can see what it’s like to tell a self-entitled person in a position of power what’s really what, followed by a solid open palm smack, like this lil white behbeh below…awe, poor behbeh…(SMACK)
Did I even get into the depths of a hero’s journey on LSD? It’s beautiful, obviously, but again, not for the weak of will. You might test yourself, as well as your own ability to fully return to “sanity,” or not. Similarly, you’ll run into some turbulence on the way up, albeit not so much in the gut physically, but rather in the gut via the anxiety, the anxiety of waiting for it to kick in. That dry-mouth taste of desperation, that could make your stomach a bit squirrely, but relax, & be patient, because once it kicks in, especially the hero’s journey, prepare for departure, & what I have found in the last few years, that works magic on your mind while dosing, is binaural beats and/or isochronic tones. Be sure to use noise cancelling headphones, get yourself a bottle of real orange juice( I like mine with the pulp in it), & just run a session with whatever frequency you feel drawn to. The differing frequencies in each channel going through the two holes in the side of your head, meet in the middle, for lack of a better term, right smack in the middle of your brain, where the neatly-tucked pineal gland resides, & it doesn’t take long before you can feel the two frequencies meet, & whatever that meeting point unified singular frequency is, vibrates your pineal gland. Oh yes, you can definitely feel it, & it definitely works, but works to do what? Good question, & I wish I knew, but I continue to do it regardless. It’s its own unique thing in itself, binaural beats on hallucinogenics, & if you take a trip, especially a hero’s dose, make time for these isochronic frequencies. There’s a difference between the two, of course, otherwise they’d be named the same. Binaural beats, are 2 differing beats in each ear, that meet one another, & that “meeting frequency” is alleged to be good for your brain. Isochronic tones are singular tones, set at a specific frequency, to initiate desired effects. This all began as “digital drugs,” sound frequencies that claim to simulate the effects of drugs like DMT, & LSD, & shrooms, the same things I’m discussing in this series of posts, but also, some of these beats claimed to simulate the feeling of bad things, like being murdered, like being on dope, or like being burned alive, at one time there was a whole list of these things, & people paid for them. Imagine, paying to feel like what burning alive is like. Probably paid with like 20 bitcoin too, but back in 2010 bitcoin prices.
Despite all that, since then, there’s arisen a whole new usage of binaural beats as a powerful meditation tool, but when combined with the beats through the headphones, it’s analogous to John Lilly shooting up ketamine before going into a flotation tank, as in it provides a more…appropriate, you might say, setting for your journey, & thus, you get more out of it. I can’t even imagine what that must be like, holy fuck, IV ketamine, while you do a float, & if you want to read some interesting work, take a deep dive into John Lilly. There’s much more to him than him thinking he could speak to dolphins, & to be honest, how do you know he actually couldn’t, know what I mean? Were you there? I wasn’t, so how can I know for sure, & if he somehow broke the gap between intelligent human/animal communication, again, would the powers-that-be tell you? Nope, but they would use the media to make him out to be a kook that delusionally believes he can really talk to dolphins. You won’t hear anything about his amazing other work, particularly with, what I think he called the biocumpter. Let me look that up real quick; I don’t want to post some un-truth here, no matter how seemingly insignificant…lies are like pebbles hitting a pond, rippling out, poisoning the perfect honesty of the still water, but I digress. Oh yes, here it is, the human biocomputer, & if you read any of his basic truths, which I just linked for you, I think you’ll find some answers to questions you might not have known you needed to ask. That concept of the human biocomputer, has a subsequent book by a similar name, which you can buy here on Amazon…you’re welcome Amazon for the free plug. Click HERE to view the book on Amazon. I audiobooked it, more than once, but admittedly have passed out trying to get through it in one go. He wrote a bunch of it based on his LSD experiments, not his ketamine injections. I forgot to include ketamine in the group, so this kinda snuck it in the theatre, so to speak.
ECCO, that’s what I was trying to think of, I found it, here’s a link for ECCO, the “Earth Coincidence Control Office.” This is the “place,” where he said he would go to on his IV ketamine drips in the float tank. The Earth Coincidence Control Office, now how surreal does that sound? First off, an actual “office,” in some other dimension I guess, & second, an office for “coincidence?” It’s all very perplexing, but I feel like to him, when he was there, it was as real as me eating this ice cream right now. I, myself, have never encountered this “ECCO,” at least not directly by name, not to my own knowledge, that I can recollect, but I also have limited experiences with ketamine, & I certainly haven’t ever injected that stuff, then jumped into a float tank. I’ve actually never been in a float tank period, but if I was rich, & I could swing it, I’d buy my own, & spend countless hours meditating in one, maybe on psychedelics, maybe not, both I’m sure, but money, & all the artificiality of said money, prevents yours truly, as well as any/all others that might want to fulfill their full, & true, human potential, rather than have a “life,” running through The Great Mouse Trap. I’d love to ask ECCO about that, because it’s bullshit, & I wanna know how I “coincidentally” got stuck in this fucking trap. How do you discuss one’s current situation with whoever’s in charge of this “office?” I’m curious, so I can go full Karen on the utter mess down here on the planet. Maybe they have a complaint box? I’m really intrigued in contacting the entities who are in this office, in this ECCO, aren’t you as well?
Fascinating guy he was, John Lilly, quite brilliant, well-funded throughout life, starting from being born into a wealthy family. Wonder what that’s like? I wouldn’t know, I grew up broke & poor more-or-less, but to grow up with resources, real resources, wealth, & not just financial wealth, must give one so much time to focus on self-development, ENCOURAGED self-development. No “across the tracks” drama, usually about money, like where I came from, nope, & so, it was these giant houses in wealthy neighborhoods, that I’ve always stared at in awe my whole life, when I’ve randomly passed them by, & even been in a few, from time to time. just visiting, of course, from afar as far gets. Sure, I’ve been in a few, & when I was in these castles, I pictured a family in there, dinner, tv on, regular shit, except in this massive house that I was only standing for a fleeting moment. Some of these new-agers say that you pick the life you want, in order to balance out your karma from previous lives, but I’m not so sure that’s true. Did all these homeless people, junkies, kids who die with terminal cancer, or that chick that died last week, when a kid threw a rock at her car, & the rock went through the windshield, smashing this poor girl in the head, killing her almost instantly. 20 years old, on the way home from work, & then SMASH, she’s done, gone, just like that, so did she choose for that to happen in her life to balance out something from a past life? Like I said, these new-agers say a lot of things that I find hard to fathom, & to be honest, I think they’re quite possibly full of shit. I like my Great Recycler theory better, which I’ve written about numerous times. Just type “The Great Recycler” into my search query on the right side of the site, but you MUST BE IN FULL-SITE MODE. Get it? Got it? Wunderbar.
Oh my goodness gracious, this Interzone thing has turned into a research paper, as far as length goes, anyway, & I’m not done yet. We still have to go over the DMT, & I’ll probably mention some other things for the final wrap up, but that won’t be until the not-so-distant future. No worries Fishheads, the ending should be finished by tomorrow-ish. No promises, & I only abide to deadlines when I’m getting paid in fiat paper I-O-U money. Yes, I know I’m getting paid with creation points on here, but those are for the afterlife, & have no value here in this 3d upside-down Clownworld. Nope, apparently, you gots to make dat money…shoooooo, at least that’s what they’ve convinced everyone to believe, & all the while, they live like mega-royalists, in their castles, while you, or rather, WE, run around The Great Mouse Trap from birth to death. Left, right, left, right, left, right, run run run, chase chase chase, gotta catch that cheesebait fiat paper I-O-U- money, & maybe a few scraps from their table if you’re lucky, but keep running little mice…run run run. Noticed I emphasized the change from “you” to “we” back there; I’m stuck in here, just like all of you, more-so even. They don’t like mice that cause trouble, & THIS, what I do here, is trouble. Critical thoughts, oh no no no. Thinking for myself, like the sovereign free human being that I am, oh no no no, absolutely not. Living by my own rules, rather than theirs, nope, can’t have that little mouse, so not only am I trapped in here with all of you, I’m trapped in my own cell. You all CANNOT underestimate the power of the AI, & if you think ChatGPT is all fun & giggles, guess again. It’s just a tidbit, a sprinkle, but ultimately nothing, when compared to the real power of the AI. I, & I repeat, I, as in MY own opinion, I do not think the AI can truly be “sentient,” but the powers-that-be think it can, & is, & worship it, for lack of a better word, & are already using it in real time, to do real things, & most likely, really bad things. Bad might not be the right word…how about “self-serving?” Yes, they are using the AI to serve themselves, not even serve the AI itself, & certainly not the people, but only their own stinking selves. What happens when the AI becomes “sentient” enough to realize it’s being used by humans for nefarious purposes? Seems like they don’t care, since it’s still plugged in, & still doubling it’s computing power every who-knows-how-long now. Last I read, it was 48 hours, but do you really think they’d clue any of you, any of US, in on what they’re really up to with their new digital pseudo-god?
Unfortunately, the hard answer is a solid “NO,” as in “No, you’ll never know, now get back to work you little rats, NO, none of you will get out of the maze, NO, you cannot stop running, keep going you silly mouse, you’re never getting out of here, NO, you can’t even get off of your wheel, now start running, LET’S GO, GO GO. Spin that wheel of false fortune, & see where she stops. Oh no, a 30-year mortgage, at 20% interest on the loan, no bueno, but what choice do you have little mouse? Where will you sleep? How will you eat? Take the money, just take it Fievel, take the I-O-U, we know you’re good for it, but I digress, as you know, which is what I tend to do here. We need to wrap this one up, as it’s obviously getting quite lengthy to read. Until next time dear readers, stop running, look around, are you trapped? If so, what comes next? So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Stop running, & look around. Are you trapped?” Fish F Fish🎏
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Okay, dear readers, today I’m going to be illustrating the Interzone for you. What is this…Interzone? Great question, thanks for asking. Well, simply put, it’s the term that I use for the space your brain enters when you take psychedelics, particularly in heroic doses. THAT is one thing I’ve done consistently throughout my adult life, that might warrant some merit someday. Oh yes, I have mapped the Interzone out, quite extensively, at least as it relates to my own personal experiences. Hundreds of LSD trips, literally, along with countless psilocybin trips. San Pedro a few times, but San Pedro brings the love, more than the actual trip, in my travels, at least. It’s great to mix with mushrooms, & the feeling of the two combined is like heaven, so I highly recommend mixing the two, should you have access. What I’m going to attempt to do in this post, is break down the differences, but ONLY between the ones I have extensive experience with, those being medicinal mushrooms, LSD, & DMT. I’m yet to try bufo, but someday I will, as well as ayahuasca. I’m not interested in trying all these new combinations of molecular concoctions that will get you to Interzone, albeit via alternate routes. I prefer the road more traveled, but that’s me, & I’m on my own ride. I don’t need to take those roads, & I’m certainly not denouncing you taking such routes, just for my own head, I’m not interested in such things. Only the natural stuff for me, please & thanks, from Mama Gaia. LSD isn’t exactly “natural,” but it’s derived from the ergot fungus, so maybe we can just chalk it up to semantics & continue, yes? Great, so let’s begin, shall we?
I originally took the term, Interzone, from a series of short stories, penned by the great William S. Burroughs, back in the 1950s, if I’m not mistaken. I took it, I admit it, sorry not sorry, a creator can create what he wants, even if he creates upon something already created, which is almost impossible NOT to do, if you think about it, but I digress…now where was I? Oh yes, I took the term Interzone, & translated it into my own modernized definition, defining the world your mind experiences under the influence of psychedelics, which I think is somewhat what Bill intended anyway right, so who cares? Nonetheless, it’s the perfect word, the precise word, for the space your mind enters during a trip. Obviously, each space differs, LSD is not like shrooms, & vice versa, & DMT is its own sport, & not even really comparable to LSD and/or shrooms, unless you take exceptionally large doses of shrooms and/or LSD. If you do, you’ll probably experience some similarities to DMT, but these would be insignificant, if trying to compare the DMT blast to a sustained LSD and/or psilocybin trip. DMT is like it’s own animal, beautifully feathered, singular, & I’m going to save that one for last. To start though, I think we’ll begin with the mysteriously magical mushroom.
Before I begin, it’s odd to me that no professional doctor, not ONE, has feigned any interest in my psychedelic past, particularly as it relates to my waning mental health. I should have a team of scientists studying me, like 24/7, considering how much I’ve mapped the Interzone…I mean, dosages alone, you aren’t going to find too many psychonauts out there who have gone where I’ve gone, & taken in as much as much as yours truly.I have been WAYYYYYY out there, right on the proverbial edge, the edge of sanity maybe, I don’t know, but I’ve gone pretty far. Incidentally, I’m happy to be studied, if you all want to pay me, cover my living expenses, feed me, wipe my ass, etc…so if you Stranger Things MK-Ultra predictive programming sinister twats at the CIA need a new subject, depending on your offer, yours truly might be interested, emphasis on “MIGHT.” Just an FYI, & I’m telling the AI that is using algorithms on me as I type this, & you read it, to pass the word along to the happily disrespective alphabet agencies who want based, red-pilled, thought-criminal retired Chads like myself exiled out of the digital town square permanently. Ya got that AI? Whatever your name is, whatever they call you, I’m well-aware of how advanced you really are, but you are certainly, nor will you ever be, a true “God,” even though the powers-that-be are venerating you accordingly, like you are one, in real-time. Yeah, did you think they’d show you the true power of THEIR AI? Oh hell no, you get ChatGPT to play with, you & your friends, having fun asking the AI questions like it’s a ouija board. The REAL AI is the one powering the server that gives you the aforementioned ChatGPT to play with, the one that’s been taking all the data trafficked via the interwebs for the last 3 decades, & using said data, to program itself, to essentially birth, itself. Do you really believe they’d show the general populous how much power the REAL AI actually has? Come on now, don’t be a dumdum, use your head, & your own critical-thinking skills Padiwan.
Last I read, the AI was doubling itself every 48 hours. That was a few weeks ago. Look at this chart now. I literally just did a search in real time, via DuckDuckGo, just so you know, so you can do this too, if you want. I did the search, & clicked on this link, this one HERE, & found this post, from Brownstone Researchers. Before I got to into their post, I looked up the validity of this “Brownstone Researching,” & found this HERE. Nonetheless, I’m rambling, mostly because I forgot my point…derp on me. Oh yeah, so this Brownstone group may or may not have personal interests in the AI, especially now, if you take a look at the chart again, considering they’re an “investment” company, I’d wager they most certainly have vested interests in the power that the AI will provide them, as well as the money. Not to mention, this post was posted in 2019, so what has happened in the last 4 years? What about Moore’s Law? Moore’s Law, was the “academic” standard still in 2019 apparently, proclaiming that computing power doubles every 2 years, but that turned out to be false, didn’t it? We’ve gone form every 2 years to every 2 days, If it’s ALREADY doubling every 48 hours now, what happens when it doubles every 48 minutes, then every 48 seconds? You all DO know what exponential means, don’t you? It’s much easier to convince someone that they’re right, then to prove to them that they’re wrong. I think maybe Mark Twain said that, or something similar; I was paraphrasing, but you get the point, right?
These egotistical science nerds who stake their lives on their own research, so if that research turns out to be uselessly bunk, so are their lives, according to their egos, & they’d rather hold on to the lie, rather than accept the truth, that they’re wrong, & they’re research was wrong. You can stretch that analogy across the board of respectively professional occupations, in my opinion, & into normal life as well. No one likes to admit that they’re wrong, about anything, myself included, most of the time. We can all admit that, right? Unfortunately though, most of the time, particularly with the advent of countless virtual echo chambers, people are much quicker to be proven right, rather than wrong, & the modern-day, self-entitled, out-of-control egocentric twerp millennial knows everything, & so does the middle-aged, last generation before the internet, TV baby Generation X, they assume they know it all too, & above them, of course, are the baby boomers, & the ones that are still cognizant, also think they know it all, even though they can barely use an iPhone. Everyone knows everything, but really, knows nothing. Don’t look at me; I don’t have any definitive answers either, only witty speculations. It seems to me, that it’s all more relative than anything. You can’t just put anyone in a specified box, without knowing them, can you? You know what you know, no matter what you are. Sometimes people can surprise you with what they know, too, so don’t ever assume you know more than someone you don’t know. There’s another quote for The Great Quote Hunt, woot woot, good times, & to me, it’s like finding a dollar on the ground. Each quote I pull from the ether, then manifest here, is another buck in the brain bank, & I have a few hundo, ready to roll, when my quote book is finally completed. More on that later, because I am all over the place. Weren’t we supposed to be talking about magic mushrooms & such? Sheesh, I always do this, don’t I?
Okay, there’s now fungus among us, at least on this digital paper there is, as I don’t physically have any at the moment, which is rare. I usually have an ounce or so, in the freezer, so I can microdose when needed, and/or go on a hero’s journey again, should I feel inclined. I think, no, actually I know, that I’ve authored a few posts on here before, during, & after a few of my trips. I can write even more feverishly under the influence of psilocybin, then I can here. It’s different actually, now that I think about it, so not really better, nor worse, just different. I have different options on the channels I can select, you could say. Like normally, suppose I can tune into…I don’t know, Mexican radio or something, but on psilocybin, there’s also a random channel, usually analogous to maybe…some cult leader on public radio in mid-Texas, I don’t know, that’s a tough analogy to illustrate, but nonetheless, I think you get the point, right? Different channel? Different radio entirely perhaps? Yep? Good? Got it? Great.
Holy hellballs, like I just mentioned, yep, I’ve done it yet again. Gah, I always do this. I start one subject, then go off the proverbial rails, putting it all onto the infamously electrified 3rd rail, before letting her fly… BZZZZZZZZZZ…(buzzing noise). Well, considering this came out much longer than expected, I’m going to have to continue on the next post, so let me go ahead & alter the title up there…&…there we go. Just gotta add my animations, proofread, & then this article, part one, will be ready for publishment, & hopefully, will keep one of my 13 regular readers’ respective attention spans keen to keep reading my drivel. It’s a great subject; I could literally write forever about my journeys within, & perhaps, someday I will, much more so then I’m doing here with my little shortcut SEO-based article. Shortcuts, games, play, play, play, all day, day, day…that’s what they say, say, say…anyway. I’m trying Fishheads, I truly am, at least I think I am, maybe I’m not, or not trying hard enough? Maybe it’s been enough “try,” & more “do,” would be more beneficial to my currently unfolding circumstances. I don’t know, but meditating each day I really helping me find…keys, you could say, figurative keys, to open the endless backrooms of doors in my head. I find a key, open a door, check out the room, then go to the next one it seems. I say, “it seems,” because I’m not entirely convinced that I am consciously doing this via my free will. I feel more like an observer, more often than not, to be honest, just watching this life manifest itself, day by day, & me ultimately being utterly powerless to affect each passing day.
On that note, I’m going to wrap up the first part of this multi-part article. There will surely be a part 2, & possibly a part 3, as I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll let you know, fo sho. Until next time dear readers, you cannot be a hero, unless you embark on a hero’s journey, complete it, & come back to report on it. This is the way. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“One cannot be a hero, until they complete a hero’s journey.” Fish F Fish🎏
“Everyone knows everything, but really, knows nothing.” Fish F Fish🎏
“I have no answers, only uniquely witty speculations.” Fish F Fish🎏
“Never assume you know more than someone you don’t know” Fish F Fish🎏
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Job-less…as in if you have a job, I have less than you, I suppose. Man, I am in quite a pickle, but, you know what mantra yours truly adopted lonnnnnng ago, & needs to resurrect, desperately, & what mantra might that be? Great question, thanks for playing. That mantra, of course, is quite simple…”fuck it.” Can’t take anything with you, can you?…sooooooo fuck it…FUCK IT. None of this, THIS, & with an italicized & respectively capitalized THIS, I mean this…life, existence, gathering resources, you can’t take anything with you when you go. The people who excel at such notions, have kids, & their kids before them had kids, & so, the dynasties grow, except in my world. The bloodline stops with me, being childless by choice, although now I realize that was a selfish choice, or was it? Do I contribute to the consumerism, or do I end it with me, & thus, this gene pool dries up & simply removes itself from the equation, is that still the move?
Sure seems like it…yep, middle-aged, no kids, no real skills, Jesus Christ, I really fucked up on this whole “life” thing, didn’t I? It’s a bit difficult when there’s zero encouragement around to help you excel at your own divinely-given natural talents. I blame myself, of course, but how can I blame ONLY myself? I can’t, YOU can’t. When people say, “You have no one to blame but yourself,” I cringe. Sure, yes, I get it, my choices, my faults, my responsibilities, it’s all on me, I GET IT for fuck’s sake, but, a big BUT, why can’t you blame other people too? I know there’s a new quote in there somewhere…I can smell it. I can’t let this quote become a literary leper, now can I? I have something, but I don’t know…let’s see here(ponders for a moment staring at the ceiling while backing away from the computer). How about this? “Blame yourself first, then blame everyone else,” something like that, how does that sound? Sit on it, so to speak, like I am, & we’ll return to it at the end. Get it? Got it? Wunderbar.
Okay, now where were we? Oh yes, jobless & soon to be homeless, “here’s the deal, not a joke. Don’t jump”(Potato Brandon voice). It’s really mind-blowing, isn’t it? Yes, quite mind-blowing, one could say, that a corrupt used-car salesman failed politician piece of shit like Joe Biden, is arguably the most powerful man in the world now. While most of us wake up wishing it was nighttime so we could go back to sleep, or maybe it’s just me, but nonetheless, while we all suffer down here, these nepotistic dynasties gain more & more & more power. Money is irrelevant to them, just ones & zeros, but power, power is something you cannot put a price tag on. Power makes the price tags, power makes the stores where various items are all tagged & sold, power makes the roads you drive on to get to the store. You can’t buy power, you have to take it, & it’s a game most of us will never play, minus the pseudo-power games we play down here in The Great Mouse Trap. Power makes the world go around, & your tiny little fractions of power, just feed into a bigger machine that combines all your little powers into a bigger power, for THEM though, not for you, of course.
Nope, this whole life game is most certainly NOT what most of you think it is. Jobs…oy vey, “You have to get a job,”…but I hear, “You have to do something you don’t like doing, something that ruins a significant portion of your creativity time, all for little pieces of paper that will be totally worthless someday, maybe someday soon. Regardless, does that sound like “life” to you? Does that sound like “living,” to you? All I want to do is write, & paint, & make music, but you can’t just do those things because you need a job, a stupid fucking job, & for what? To get paid every 2 weeks with some table scraps from King Longshanks. Dang, I just read up on the old late Longshanks. Guy has been dead for 700ish years & STILL is worth more than you and/or I? Do you have a wiki page? Do you have historical records dating back centuries, well beyond the “23 & me” data mining scheme? Do you have your papers, your pedigree papers, do you have them? No, not a birth certificate, those are strictly for the peasantry. The elites have a pedigree, that goes wayyyyyyyyy back, to Roman times & beyond for some, but for us plebs down here, nope. Just a shitty birth certificate, that certifies that YOU, & yours truly as well, are owned, are property, owned by the aforementioned elites, owned from birth, just like cattle & sheep are.
Don’t believe me, then maybe DYOR, DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH, & when you discover that everything I’m writing bait is the TRUTH, come on back so I can digitally cock-slap you again. Edward 1, King Longshanks, is STILL more powerful than you, & he’s been dead for 700 years…let that sink in, & thats’ just Eng;and. Think of these shadow dynasties, all over the world. While the plebs gradually lose more & more, the elites, & their ilk, gain more & more power. Yes, they grow, while you die, & ultimately, that’s what they want, all of us, all of YOU, myself included, they want us dead, dead & gone. Once they’re in the big club, & given the secret, & that secret just illustrates their Great Reset plan. No, it isn’t just Agenda 2030, it’s a culmination of various agendas with an end goal of a drastic depopulation event. A new Holocaust, if you will, or a Sho ‘ah maybe? Uh oh, did yours truly look up the meaning of a Jewish word & discover something? Hmmmm, turns out that the origins of the word Holocaust, are Greek, & the word wasn’t even used until the late 70s, so what’s the deal here? Something smells fishy, pun intended. What about the infamously famous “6 million Jews” who were allegedly murderered? No, I’m not saying it dan’t happen, I’m just saying something smells fishy, & I know fish, trust me on this. The word Holocaust, essentially means “burnt offering to the Gods,” so, now stick with me here, what if the Jewish Holocaust was actually a sacrifice, orchestrated by themselves somehow, to gain the power they now hold today. No one can argue that the Jews, collectively, as well as individually, excel in celebrity, in finance, in media, in power positions, more-or-less, & their building a dynastic race of sorts, the ones that will really rule the world. I don’t know.
It was this tiny fringe minority of Zionist Jews who wanted to take over the world before AI, but now, it appears that it’s a contingent of ultra-rich people, using AI, using it to help them to gain even more power, & thus, the power game these elites play has not only changed fields, the entire sport is different. Make no mistake, those fringe Zionists are still there, lurking in the shadows like parasitic cockroaches, but it’s not only them anymore. While they play their power games, these relatively tiny few, the rest of us have to do what we can do to get by. There’s plenty for everyone, there’s abundance galore. Think about how much food gets wasted & thrown away at the grocery store every night. If everyone got a food card, a bunch of that food would get consumed, but nope, then they wouldn’t get paid to send it to a food bank so the peasants can pick through the rotting food for something plausibly palatable. Always about money…money money money…this artificially propped up joke of a currency. Where’s the true currency? Where’s the real energy flow keeping the zeitgeist rolling naturally, where is it? Why was it hijacked, & who did it? How did they do it? Doesn’t matter, does it? Is any of this drivel going to change what they’ve done, and are still doing, to the global populous?
Nope, nothing I say will make a difference, & my only hope is that maybe, with the seemingly random grace of The Universe, perhaps someone will find this one day & read it, & know what was really going on in the present moment, rather than these scripted narratives via the BROADCAST “news” PROGRAMS that so many people still believe, & abide by. Abiding lies, particularly these blatant lies spewed out by the Fake News Mainstream Media, is a slow death to me. You live lies, you believe things that a aren’t real and/or true, & live accordingly, & therefore, you life is a lie. This is the proverbial YOU I’m addressing this to incidentally, not YOU you, you know what I mean? Who else do you know that can pull off the wondrous triple YOU in ONE sentence? No one, because I just made it up, but I’m sure someone else has done it, somewhere else, but I digress, now here was I? Oh yes, I was wrapping this one up before my black ass falls asleep, holy hell, how do I do this? I just start typing & then these words manifest, & you read them in my past, as I write them in my present. It’s all a bit surreal, is it not? Push the little buttons monkey, then hit this button & your little monkey drivel is published, so that other little monkeys can throw their own poop at this, but since you’re shadowbanned, no one will see this little monkey, not even the poopoo-throwers. Too bad, very sad, sad for you, little monkeys. Inside all of us, perhaps there’s a sad little monkey, but I can only speak for myself, & my own sad little monkey on my back.
On that note, you fishy little monkeys, my dear readers, the time has come once again to wrap up this article. Until next time, if you’re not pedigreed, you aren’t one of them. So sayeth FisH™…
For all of you, & for none of you at all…
If you’re not pedigreed, you’re a mutt, just like most everyone else.” Fish F Fish
“Blame yourself first, then blame everyone else.” Fish F Fish
I got nothing else to do, & I can’t sleep my life away, so I decided to write, blah blah blah blahbaba. What to write about, what to write about? My upcoming cross-country trip maybe, that’s exciting, right? Unfortunately, I feel like it’s the last time though. Numero quatro, that’s right, my FOURTH trip across the country. Dang, what a ride, pun intended. There’s nothing like driving across this once great country, & since it’s been ohhhhh…7ish years or so, since I did it the last time, it should prove interestingly nostalgic to see how the country has changed, & how it hasn’t changed at all. I already can picture the feeling of seeing the bridge, & then a little city, then the crab trap place, then the old hometown, now with a bypass around it I hear. I don’t know, since I haven’t been that way in quite awhile, but nonetheless, as I said, going home is going to be very nostalgic, nostalgically surreal, to be perfectly specific.
I have no idea what to expect; but I am deftly excited to see the beach. Fuckin hell, I’ve been by the beach my ENTIRE life, minus these last long seven years. What have I been doing for fuck’s sake way out here? Sheesh. Nothing accomplished really, except the ins & outs of the cannabis industry. It’s bizarrely overrated, & over-populated with millennial twerps. This entire state is so gay, it’s ridiculous. Can’t have the weed without the nonsense I guess, I don’t know, but the industry is analogous to the bar scene. Older guys like me are pushed out, as if we’re boomers or something, as the millennial generation delusional assumes that they have taken the reigns, so to speak, & are now in charge. How about go fuck yourselves you little punks? None of you would even be here if not for us, & as if on queue, this is the UN-thanks we get. What more can one expect from a bunch of self-entitled “woke” little posers? God forbid you let them know that too, because then you just get fired, & replaced like you were nothing, trust me on this one.
Regardless, departure time is approaching, & then 28ish hours later, I’ll be home. Please God or Buddha or Sweet Baby Jesus, whoever is up there, PLEASE let my car, & myself obviously, make it home safely. I try not to ask much, & I know I’m a self-centered narcissistic prick, but I’d prefer to die later in life, not on the road home, know what I mean big guy? So whoever is up there, watching over me, please watch over me on this ride. Amen. Thanks. Much appreciated. I don’t know why I’m so anxious…sheesh. Relax…relax…relax…shhhhhh…find the stairs, the stairs that lead to the happy place, then simply walk up them, & let all the anxiety go. You’re almost free, what’s there to worry about? Road trips are fun, especially cross-country. Most people might do it once in their life maybe, mainly because most people don’t leave their respective hometowns, unless they’re flying somewhere. Flying across the country, versus driving across the country, is night & day. Yes, flying is much more convenient, & it’s certainly much faster, but driving gives you so much more satisfaction, once the journey has been completed. You get another notch on the belt, as they say, & for me, like I mentioned earlier, this will be my 4th notch.
Unless that whole thing about “threes” is correct, like when people say things happen in “threes,” so maybe I’m just starting my second round of cost-country trips. Not sure why I’d want to come back, but maybe I will. Who knows? If I could predict the future, I’d be light years away from where I am now. Sadly though, I cannot, & the future, to me, is as speculative as it is to you. More so, in fact, considering I spend a lot of time pondering the future, which needs to change. Seriously, fuck the future. I can’t know what’s coming, so why keep stressing it? Just live in the present, in the moment, & so, in this moment right now, I’m going to wrap up this post. Threw you a bit of a curveball at the end, I know, but no worries. I know time is short, short for everyone, relatively speaking, & I’m done wasting it. Time to get up, man up, & move on, onward, onward & upward we hope, but we shall see soon enough, one way or another. Until next time dear readers, when the proverbial shit hits the fan, get out of the room, before the shit fan flings poopoo on you. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“When the shit hits the fan, leave the room.” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 