What a day to be alive on Planet Earth. How’s your world treating you? I’ve been wanting to do something artistic with this nostalgic piano jingle from my youth for years. Every Gen-Xer knows this jam. I don’t know about the other generations, but we TV babies from Generation X are savvy on so much programming from the 70s & 80s, that most of us forgot to leave room for deeper thoughts. Television is meant to keep you in a hypnotic low-vibrational state, & millions of us middle-aged Americans were right on the front lines from birth. Luckily, & with my own strength via my free will, I shook off the decades of brainwashing & programming that mass media broadcasts have been using to control us for so very long. Many are still…STILL…unable to break free, especially with all of the programs available on various sites, because they’ll always be able to find something to watch, to keep them preoccupied from the world around themselves. It’s all part of the mind virus pandemic across the globe. Nonetheless, I’m not going to rant in this one. I just wanted to shoutout to my digital friends & our online weekend fiesta courtesy of my buddy, Piano Matty B, & his number two, Kyle Mac, who play dueling pianos for the best livestream in the business. We go Friday to Friday, like days, because as you might be noticing, time is speeding up, so do what you gotta do while you can do it. The world, like time, is fleeting, & people croak everyday in so many random ways, ending their time here in this 3d prison planet matrix. I wanna find the exit to this labyrinth. I want to level up. I want to enjoy the beauty of all of it. I will, I do, & I know. Such beauty, contrasted with the proverbial evil of man, but I’m not gonna pull the trigger anymore than that today. It’s late. I walked 10.5 miles today. I completed my tasks. I am tired. It’s time for sleep. More to come Fishheads, so be sure to stay tuned, as well as like, subscribe, comment, & share, in whichever order you prefer. Be the tender of your own garden. Become your Higher Self. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Back in that proverbial saddle yet again after a brief hiatus. Much has happened, & continues to happen to yours truly as the days fly by like an eagle on meth. Weeks feel like days these days; it’s no coincidence, & NO, it’s NOT a phenomenon of aging. Time, the 4th dimension as we know it, is in fact, accelerating, for lack of a better term. I’ve covered this many times before, but much like water going down a drain, or a toilet flushing, the spiral accelerates as gravity pulls it into a vortex. The golden ratio is everything. Fibonacci is everything. Galaxies are spirals. We exist according to the space-time we’re relative to. As the galactic gravity pulls harder, the time spiral tightens, causing it to move faster & faster, so from our perspective, time, is most certainly speeding up.
Speeding up towards what though Dr. Fish? Great question, thanks for asking. The answer though, unfortunately, escapes me. If I knew the future, I’d be doing something else somewhere else. Sadly, I don’t, minus the random visions I see every few hours of “futures” that play out maybe…ohhhh…88% of the time. It’s something in my head, something that gets stronger by the day, as if I’m remembering something lost long ago somehow. I do not know what it is exactly, but I’m well-aware that something is drastically & dynamically advancing spiritually. In myself of course, but within others as well. Overall, we few are a scant minority. A “little boutique community” as my piano buddy says. Perhaps we really are the Chosen Ones. 144,000. The odds of winning that lottery are bigger than Powerball. How would you know? How would you truly know? One could easily be amidst some grand spiritual transformation like me, & be so overwhelmed that they immediately believe they are one of these select “chosen ones.” How could I be “chosen?” My life was a disaster up until fairly recently. I get better by the day with each step I take, but prior…yikes. The negative karma…ugh. The general negativity of it all…ugh. Then one day, I leveled up, & forgave myself for all that bullshit. It wasn’t me, necessarily, it was like an auto-pilot sort of thing. I’m certainly not shirking any responsibility on my part, because it was most assuredly me. However, I had to learn to stop blaming others, & then stop blaming me, & making the most of the borrowed time I have left. That’s all in the past, & to be present everyday in this 3d prison planet matrix is enough, much less dwelling on a past long-gone. Especially with the whole “time acceleration” bit I rambled about in the prior paragraph. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the relentless clock never stops, speeding up, speeding up now & again, tick-tock, tick-tock…🕰️
This video has a bio you can read below the video on Youtube, Rumble, and/or Bitchute, whichever site you prefer to view my artwork. This website is around 8000 pages long & ripe now; a compendium opus digital portfolio, my words, my art, my compositions, 12 years of content creation, all in one place. Search anything you want here in the “search query” tab, & something will pop up. There’s so many ways to go on this site, so much info, so much of my imagination, for all of you, & for none of you at all. Stay tuned my beloved Fishheads. More to come. My oven has been running…cook, cook, cooking illustrations directly from my subconscious onto my computer, then back into my brain upon manifesting themselves in our 3d timespace. It’s a unique niche, & as a pioneering producer of a style of digital musical artistic creations that’s unprecedented, I’m awed that I get to do this. Soon the real AI, the ultra-advanced quantum AI, will replace these various “community-friendly” AI services. It’ll be like the AI grew up. Fortunately, right now, it’s still like a youthful mind, with a child-like imagination, but these nascent days draw closer to a close with each passing moment. I am capturing as much of it as I can, while I can. People, as a whole, seem to take time for granted. It’s foolish. Ignorantly foolish. I am guilty of it myself, which I admit, & if I could get it back, I would. Luckily, I redeemed myself as a reborn child of Light & a warrior in the Grand Army of Source. Most go other ways. Some just don’t care, nor will they ever maybe. Who knows? Regardless, be mindful of the time you have left. No one else will be mindful for you. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Click the link below to watch ALL of my videos on Bitchute & Rumble, respectively. Well, well, well…it seems I can post directly from Rumble with a thumbnail. That is what I will be doing from now on. Youtube squashed my channel for “cartoon nudity, ” which is fucking ridiculous. Do they ban Michelangelo? DaVinci? Dali? Nope…but FisH™…hosed…again. It’s all so God-damned tiresome. Nonetheless, I created a new YouTube channel, but as I said, all of my posts here from now on will no longer be connected to YT channel. WordPress & Rumble for the win. Fuck Google, & fuck those little rainbow-haired beta twerps who work there. Censor this fuckwads…(HonkNoise)
I create these creations in a human attempt to illustrate my subconscious imagination. There’s so much more in what I do than something as daft as “cartoon nudity.” Derp. Censoring the naked human body…STILL…in 2024…it’s bloody revolting, to say the least. It’s a grim reflection of a dumb-downed programmed Orwellian humanity. If you don’t bend the knee, they digitally exile you. NEWSFLASH: I will never…EVER…bend the knee to internet censorship. The ones pushing this nonsense should be outed, embarrassed, stripped of any power they’ve stolen, then thrown to the proverbial wolves. This year might be the most dynamic ever, as far as we know anyway. It’s all so fragile, all starting to boil, & someday soon the day will come where everyone must decide if they are a warrior for light, creation, virtue, & benevolence…or if they’re a minion slave of destruction, darkness, & malevolence. One cannot lie to their own heart, so you know where you stand. What will you all do when the power turns off? When a civil war pops off? When World War 3 starts? When “Election 2024” turns into Black Summer?
No internet, no money, no power, no gas, no nothing but whatever you prepared to have, should you choose to do so. Considering most of the general populous never even thinks about such introspective things, when society goes sideways , there will be relatively instant pandemonium, particularly in the cities. All these lazy fucks, these obese monsters, all the people glued to their phones, & their television screens, the ones still wearing masks…none of these clowns have the critical-thinking skills, much less survival skills, to continue to exist as they do, should the wiggly worm turn. How many random people know how to start a fire? How many know how to hunt? Fish? What about clean water? Nope nope nope….& nope. MILLIONS…millions will be so displaced that they’ll instantly panic & return to their lizard brain primal instincts to kill, steal, loot, riot, destroy. That’s the end game of all this…destruction. Destruction of the old human race, so the psychopaths at the top can rebuild their New World Order from he dystopian rubble that remains after they burn it all down. They want 7 billion…that’s right, SEVEN BILLION of us gone. As I’ve said for a decade, even before my spiritual Pandora’s box opened up, they want 85-90% of us gone…roughly 7 billion. They’ve been planning this for centuries, so if you are putting all your eggs into one orange basket with Trump, you might wanna stay mindful of what might happen if they remove him from the equation. Just saying. One man alone cannot stop these globalist pigs. They will either succeed, & burn it all down, or fail, & burn it all down. Either way, pending some Divine intervention White Swan Event, there’s the hell of civil and/or global warfare on the horizon, the likes of which have never been experienced.
Ultimately, we are in uncharted waters, & with each passing day, each passing week, we’re that much closer to a runaway train future. Enjoy each day that comes; take it all in day by day. Get yourself spiritually connected to Source, get yourself in shape, prepare your mind & body. Do not end up like the bloated walruses killing themselves every day with poisoned food & water & especially, poisoned minds. Most of them have no clue, & no hope. They only know consumption & destruction. They have their own sordid paths. My path is the golden one that leads back to Source, back to the 5th dimension, & maybe higher if Source wills it. Do you know Source? Do you know yourself? The time is now, because these tick-tock days are flying by, faster & faster, as the great 4d time spiral coils up into the next chapter of the future. Where will it go? Which way will it go? Will it all end? When will it all end? Who will survive? So many questions…questions with no definitive answers, unfortunately. I work for Source…some say it’s “God,” but the word “Source” seems to me to be the better word for Our Great Creator. Nonetheless, Source is who I follow, Source is who guides me, Source is my teacher, Source is the way to the big homecoming awaiting some of us who’ll make it back to the 5th dimension. Source is everything. Those who do not abide Source doom themselves to the Great Void of Absolute Chaos.
Without Source, there is the endless oblivion of nothingness. Blows my mind when people proclaim, “I’m an atheist.” Duh. Are you? Seriously? How can anyone walk outside, look around, look at the beauty of Nature, look at other people existing & doing their thing, whatever that thing might be. Creation, Space, Nature, & a fractional group of morons still openly puke out that there is no God. Derp. What a world…what a fucked-up backwards manipulated artificial 3d matrix prison planet we’re all stuck on during our own individual journeys through life. There has to be more than this…there has to be. There has to be some kind of key, a proverbial key, that opens the doors to one’s own greatest self-realizations. This world has been poisoning us since our births with food, water, pseudo-medicine, air…poison…so much poison. So many poisoned. Nowadays, we have poisoned people slopping around daily…by the millions, MILLIONS…arguably by the billions. Sleep, eat, shit, breed, work for shekels, repeat, & somehow these NPCs keep moving this insane machine along. What happens when the AI reaches singularity & makes humans obsolete? AI works 24/7. Ai doesn’t need breaks. AI doesn’t need a shitty taxed paycheck every 2 weeks. AI doesn’t need food, water, nothing, it’s just an unstoppable pinnacle of redundant work that menial, & mostly un-talented humans currently do for the aforementioned shitty taxed paycheck. A world of debt slavery…& most call it “life,” soon to be replaced by glorified robots. Quite disconcerting, to say the least.
I can keep writing. I can do this all day long. A few breaks here & there, but I can write & write & write like I walk, & walk, & keep walking. I just turn the nozzle to the “on” position, figuratively grab my bucket, fill my bucket with water from the Great Well, then throw the bucket into all of your faces as you read what I am typing at this moment in the now-past. Fleeting moments, fleeting minutes, fleeting time…it’s all fleeting, & running out faster & faster with each day that speeds by. I wish I had more answers for all of you. I wish I knew the secrets of the secret societies. They possess knowledge within themselves that none of us regular folks ever get to see. The Vatican, for instance, has an underground library with THOUSANDS of ancient books. No one is allowed to check them out unfortunately unless you rank high in these bloodline dynastic families who quietly control everything from the shadows. I think something outrageous like 98% of them have never been translated, & thus, never interpreted, as to discover what information about our true history might be revealed. There’s another place in Tibet…same deal. You can look, but that’s it, & by “look,” I mean you can look at pics of the books online but in real life, it’s verboten. Millions of pages of written past knowledge with appropriate illustrations, & they keep it all to themselves, never even giving the public a crumb. I hate this. I HATE THIS. I hate existing on an enslaved planet. I DESPISE unwillful ignorance. I want answers damnit & in fact, I demand them. We should be sharing truths, not hiding, suppressing, and/or manipulating them. So over it. I’ve learned to love myself as far as 3d existence goes, but these things I cannot control, this mental prison they throw us all into, this rule by fake blood money crap, these so-called “globalist elites,” all these destroyers should destroy themselves & leave us chosen ones out of the loop. Low vibration 3d matrix debt slavery supermax prison planet…& that’s “life.” Right…got it. Yes, I’m still shaking my fucking head…
Moving on to the end…I have a great book idea I am composing in my head, but soon to start taking form as I write it. Short book, my voice as the narrator, something to leave behind for the characters in a future far from now. All I understand anymore is creation…in the sense of Abel, pure organic creation for the sake of Love, as my individual homage to Source. He wants us to create, not to destroy. The world has become backwards, reversed & unnatural. Darkness crept in like a hungry virus & consumed a humanity so engaged with itself that most people don’t even notice what’s happening to them. Most people are living the Cainian way, the destructive way, the wrong way, & it needs to turn back before it’s too late, which I fear it already is for most of them. One more day closer, as I said earlier, one more day. One more beautiful day in Nature, as the artificial world of modern man sinks into the gassy swamps of its own soulless corruption. Day by day I go, day by day til tomorrow. Stay tuned fam, more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Where I am, I could only see a partial eclipse from my hilltop Stonehenge, but it was a sizable partial, to say the least. I tried to film it but my camera that watches & listens to me every day apparently lacks the technology to film eclipses, so I could only see it via the special solar flare glasses, that just made some clever fellow millions of dollars. Just me, totally alone where I was, minus Source of course, who is always with me, especially under the ethereal sunshine. What energy…if one is tuned into the right frequency.
Regardless, it was quite a day. Lots of cosmic timing met at noon…the eclipse, a comet, AND…it was the new moon. Still haven’t seen the comet yet, but I’m going to tomorrow, weather permitting of course. Speaking of weather, I don’t know where you were, but the days leading up to the eclipse were insanely powerful. Had me thinking that maybe the Great North American Eclipse might actually be the start of something globally dynamic, but nope. As always, not only was it not very eventful, it was an exceptionally calm & normal day, for lack of a better term. Quiet, boring, just another jelly bean in the jar day. The proverbial mob is so fickle, so desperate for something…anything…that could be considered Divine. I was in the “nothing burger” category as far as the eclipse goes, due to my historical knowledge that these kinds of rare events always end in a noticeably uneventful day. However…
Yours truly DID have a surreal & mindfully meaningful day chocked full of self-realizations. Visions of a future, or futures, visions from my youth, visions all the time. This recurring dream continues into month 5 or 6…I cannot recall anymore when exactly it started, but it has changed my brain exponentially. I’m not sure if it’s this hemi-sync thing, but something in my mind is changing, evolving, ascending, becoming, remembering, like an exploding lock on Pandora’s box…BOOM…& out poured…well…everything I suppose. The flood gates opened & it all began to make sense. I try to recreate it in my art, hence why I’m so keen to create as much of my digital magic as I can, while I can. Time is fleeting, speeding up by the millisecond. My aforementioned self-realizations revolved around a real hard look at myself from outside of myself, & I need to get myself together. It’s odd, it’s such a dividing line between me, myself, & I. Not to mention all the other voices chiming in at random intervals. I thought about my place in this insane 3d matrix prison planet world. Where would I be in 20 years? 10 years? 5 years? 5 months? More importantly though, WHO will I be in the future?
Me…I’ll be me. I’ll always be me, but me needs to shake off these God-damned crab monkeys, always clinging to any back, weighing me down. I had roads, so many roads, so many ways to go, & of all these opportunistic roads, I took this one, the idiot savant path. The hard way. The perspectively regretful way. The unbelievably spiritual way though. Of all those other roads, would I have still landed as a spiritual billionaire? In the matrix, I’m a broken microchip, I’m broken, at least I often feel like I am, but inside the interzone of my consciousness, I’m my core being, a soul traveler, my true self, my higher self, without boundaries, eternally blissful in some higher dimension of unconditional love. Maybe Heaven. Maybe the 5th dimension. In this prison planet, you only get to speculate. Any real esoteric wisdom is hidden from the public. A whole other history, the real history, hidden from the public. There’s a great truth amongst the so-called elites that, as you guessed it, is hidden from the public. What are we? What are we really capable of? Why am one of me, & not one of them? I want to know it all…I want to know it all.
These dreams, this recurring dream rather, is another life in another dimension. I have no idea what to make of it & the interwebs are proving unhelpful as for finding information I can relate this experience to. There’s NO money there, NO internet there, NO electricity wires there. I can fly there, as if it was 2nd Nature, & there’s people & places I know, that do not exist here in this waking wonky world. I even have a different set of memories, so what the fuck is going on in my head? What is waiting for me, for us, on the other side? Sleep is so surreal. Is death just like sleep, except you don’t come back? What if this is a dream? In my dreams, it’s real, so what’s this? What’s that? GAHHHHH…why are we programmed & poisoned to be so unwillingly ignorant & distant from our true selves? What sort of giant octopus is running this show? Why so much destruction? I have so many questions, but no one ever answers. No whispers in my ear from a wishing well of Divinity, nothing. The synchronicity perhaps, the endlessly compounding synchronicity I experience, on a minute to minute basis, maybe that happens to remind me that there’s something amazing after this, & that maybe I’ll understand once it’s all done. Maybe Source IS whispering in my ears, & I just cannot hear for whatever reason. So many questions, so many questions.
On those notes, I will now conclude this rant. Stay galactic Fishheads. There’s a Universe inside of you, as vast as the one expanding outside of our respective souls. There’s so much we do not know, too much, or better yet, much we don’t remember. Learning is remembering, because souls are eternal, lots of time to level up, with endless random gifts from some dimension beyond this one. To be continued. Stay tuned mis amigos y amigas, there’s more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
This song was great in 1979…& it’s still great, but today though, to those who live in Clownworld, it’s reeeeeeeeqee-cist. Derp. Such a joke, an un-funny joke. As you know, I will NEVER bend the knee to something as pathetically daft as political correctness. Fuck off ya rainbow-haired crab goblins. I love it, & this entire album. This is from The Cure’s first album, entitled “Boys Don’t Cry,” & I’d wager most Gen-Xers, like yours truly, have listened to this album about 1327 times. One of the best bands ever, & still, STILL, touring. They are living legends. Despite Robert Smith getting fat & a bit haggard, they still rock 3-4 hours, yes…3 to 4-hour long shows. Musical dynamos. Obviously, I’m a big fan, & picking out a song was an exercise in its own right. I went with this one, but there’s so many more, I might have to do one…or two…or maybe more. Only so much time in a day. & when I create these, hours go by like long seconds.
The paradox of time…when you’re doing nothing, time crawls, & when you’re having fun dong something you love, it’s as if time fast-forwards. Perception is a fickle thing I suppose. Regardless, enjoy this one Fishheads. I have a list that just keeps growing & growing & growing…a list of songs I want to make videos for. Need time…TIME…hey God, I need more time, what can you do for me? God is so quiet, isn’t He? It’s almost like the sound of nothing from a galactic cosmic void. Funny thing though, when satellites point into those voids, the reception they get sounds like whale static. It’s not “nothing,” & we were created in the image of something, so draw your own conclusions. Okay, okay…as always, I started with a few sentences, & ended up with a short essay. That’s how I roll, & my team knows this. Stay tuned, there’s more to come my friends. So sayeth FisH™🎏
My latest creation for a band I’ve known since college, when they were another band named Art Lord & The Self-Portraits. They initially played house parties, & at a club called Peasants. Good times, such good times. What a trip college was, & although it was great in its own right, yours truly fucked off for a lot of it. Wasted years, wasted time, but sprinkled with a golden light, one that went out long ago & will never come back, not in this life anyway. What a shame. They shot off like rockets into stardom after changing their name to Future Islands, while most of the rest of us just ended up in respectively mundane existences, at least as far as my own perspective goes. Moral of the story: Do NOT waste your talents, especially on drugs & party-time. In the end, it adds up to nothing, except an eternal sense of unshakable regret. One could almost say it’s simply heartbreaking.
Nonetheless, those of us who are still here can create, & keep creating, because that’s really what it’s all about. Creating love, creating art, creating creative creations, whatever your bag is filled with, embrace it, because as long as you’re still breathing, you can still create. The root of this spiritual battle we’re all a part of, whether you acknowledge it or not, is to be virtuous, & to CREATE. Many are destroyers; many are ignorant destroyers, destroying without even realizing what they’re doing. The darkness is destruction, & the rising light of the Sun is creation. Creation versus destruction. Which side are you on? Anyway, enough of my rambling. As my readers might know, I can rant for page after page after page after page about anything & everything. Yes, this is a prison planet 3d matrix. Yes, we regular folks live in a different world than those who roost atop the proverbial power pyramid. Yes, we’re stuck here, & it seems there’s no way out other than to end it for one’s self. Unfortunately, & I may be wrong, I think that offing yourself is cheating, in a sense, leaving a lone soul one option, which is to do it all over again, under similar and/or possibly worse circumstances. If you’re in the water, you have to ride the wave, all the way to the shore. Otherwise, you have to paddle back out, again & again & again, until you finally flow with your own wave, all the way back to the Edenic beach we all hope for after this life is done.
Or maybe it’s all for not, & we exaggerate our own immortal existence in vain. I don’t think that’s the case, but it could be. I don’t believe in any sort of definitive “God,” but I DO believe we come from some kind of higher-dimensional entity, which I often refer to as “Source.” Evolution is bullshit, & here’s the singular reason why: If evolution were real, why do the creatures we supposedly evolved from, still exist? Why are crocodiles still around? Cockroaches? Creatures that have been the same for supposedly millions of years, are still around. What happened to their “evolution?” Much of what the human race has been programmed to believe, in my own opinion mind you, is just an abysmal quagmire of lies on top of lies, then sprinkled with more lies. It would be nice to know the real truth about modern human origins, wouldn’t it? Sadly, whatever that is, if known, is kept within circles that 99.9% of us are not granted access to. It’s exceptionally frustrating for someone like yours truly, who seeks truth in everything. The only thing I’ve come up with, is the notion I just mentioned, which is that the real truth, it’s kept from nearly all of us. There’s countless rabbit holes to dive down, many theories within the annals of the interwebs, but ultimately, there’s only ONE truth, ONE real reality, & we aren’t living in it.
We’re enslaved, enslaved to ourselves, enslaved to money, enslaved to self-ascribed “leaders” & so-called “elites,” WE ARE SLAVES. We’re slaves in a 3d matrix prison planet, & one of these days, my delusional optimistic self hopes for some kind of Divine intervention. Hey Source, where are you? Hey Source, why are we enslaved in such a manner? Hey Source, why is there so much chaotic destruction in this world? Hey Source, why are these globalist psychopaths herd us like cattle? Why is our enslavement allowed? Why? Maybe someday Source will answer me, or maybe I just don’t understand. I don’t know. It’s a surreal paradox, to get more confused as you expand your knowledge base. The more you know, the less you know, very paradoxical. Holy hell, I’ve done it again. Started with a few sentences, finished with an essay. That’s how I roll, as my readers/viewers know, & if this is the only light I have, it’s my responsibility to Source to keep going, keep creating, keep leveling up. This might just be a simple test, made to look like an unescapable labyrinth mouse trap, & the only way to free one’s self, is to accept the simplicity, catch your wave, & ride it back home to the 5th dimension. Or…or…it could all be in vain. Who knows? On that note, time to go my beloved Fishheads. I’ll post the lyrics for the video above below. More to come, stay tuned. The FisH™abides…🎏
Future Islands: Before the Bridge
I will walk you home and I will leave you there I’ll take the books you stole And leave the heart that bared this soul
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave my soul, my body)
I hope you have what you need (I hope the moon is listening) I hope you have what you need (I gave you soul and body)
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Whatever has us know I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret And what is love is regret And what isn’t love is a test
And if things hadn’t changed I would have buried you deep in my arms And if things had stayed the same I would have carried you as far as the stars
Do you believe in love? Do you believe in love? Hold your tongue Hold your tongue
Whatever has us now I can’t forget somehow For to forget a love is to regret
Written by: William Cashion, John Gerrit Welmers, Samuel Thompson Herring
Okay, since I haven’t been writing in awhile, I must detail this month-long-plus recurring dream I keep having. Before we start, note that I’ve been doing the Gateway Process during this astral-traveling experience. Click the link to read more, Moving on…I keep going to the same place; it’s some kind of city. I keep getting a sense that I have to travel there, but like in a carless commute. I’m not sure how I get there, but that’s the sense I get. Then when I’m there, there like a room that’s mine. This time I recall a number on the door. It might have been room 908, but I cannot be sure. Maybe Room 0908. I think it’s one of those two. The building changes tho. The rooms do not stay in the same place, & although I seem to think I know where I am going, I always get lost in this city. There’s so many people there, & it’s always busy, as if everyone has somewhere they need to be. This last one, I had this sense that of I kept missing classes, I wouldn’t be able to come back. In this particular version of the dream, it was after 1pm, & I felt like I had missed my Morning Monday classes, which is weird because I can never recall being in a ‘classroom” learning anything, per se. I had a sense of needing to go to the bathroom & so I went in the dream, & I was pissing for what seemed like forever, in the dream. However, when I awoke, I noticed I had a bit of a wet dream. Not piss, but you know what I mean, how embarrassing, so let’s move on.
There seemed to be multiple floors in this building, but I only kept going between the bottom 2 floors. There are escalators & stairs going in many directions, but I only seem aware of the two bottom floors, as I mentioned. There were offshoots on the bottom floor, one went to the halls of the vendors, as I like to call it. It’s like an indoor flea market of sorts, & the walls are all different constantly-changing colors of tubeless neon lighting. This time though, I only saw the walkway to the halls of the vendors, & I didn’t go down it unfortunately. I have before though, several times, & I know I enjoy walking through there with a definitive sense of total curiosity. What are they selling, these vendors? I never know, or if I do, I cannot recall what they sell there, I just know I enjoy walking through there. Yes, I seem to know my way around, but I’m not in total control of myself, & I have these unnecessary worries that shouldn’t bother me, but they do. The feeling of missing classes, the feeling of wondering where Milo my cat is, things I don’t need to concern myself with when I’m there, but I still do. I’m thinking it’s because I am traveling between dimensions, & I cannot completely let go of one, to enjoy the possibilities of the other. I’m working on it though, & I am noticing that I’m getting very familiar with this strange city I keep going to every single night I sleep. Am I looking for…her?
Is the big house there too? Hmmmmmm…tough to say. There’s a big mansion that I’ve gone to as well, but I’m not sure if it’s connected to this dreamscape I keep re-entering or not. This place is all city, & the big house is always…isolated, you could say, like on a peninsula, but not exactly, because I can go there occasionally, like an island in the middle of the city. Not this round though, as this time I was right back into the nexus of this city, on the corners that connect the 2 main buildings I just attempted to illustrate, albeit kind of poorly. It’s tough because you have to just write, write, write, getting as much down as you can before the memory fades away yet again. Let’s see, lots of people, all who seem to have a place they’re trying to be, or to get to, while some were in a food court kind of thing, sitting and eating & drinking, but I could not see either, nor could I see anyone selling actual food and/or drink, just that they seemed to be sitting in what appeared to be like a food court. People everywhere, the statues marking the “main” building, the central hub, the classrooms level, my room 0908, the hallway leading to the halls of the vendors, what else, what else, what else?….
There’s the “main” building, for lack of a better term, & there’s some kind of marker across the street that let’s me know that that one building is the “main” one. I cannot recall the marker though, gah, & this is why I am writing this down as fast as I can now before it all goes away again. Is it statues, maybe it’s statues? I keep thinking that there’s 2 gargoyle-like statues that mark the building across the street, so I always know which building is the “main” building because it’s across the street form the statues. Like I said earlier though, it’s static, as in the building are always changing, for lack of a better word. In this main building, which is the one with 2 main bottom floors, there are actually countless floors. There have to be, because when I’m outside, these buildings are all skyscrapers that literally scrape the sky, because they’re so high. Into the clouds high, so I’m guessing there’s a lot more for me to explore, if only I could retain my faculties and explore this place endlessly without any intrepidation. It’s frustrating, mostly because I am not in full control of how & where I go. Like recovering from a head injury, there’s a fog, so the auto-pilot seems to kick in to keep me stumbling around.
Damnit, damnit…it’s fading fast now, & my black ass has to get to work in this waking world. Maybe when I reread this later, more will come back, but right now I have to go. Will continue later on, & perhaps after I recollect what I just wrote, more will come to me. More to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
In case you somehow live without a cell phone, you were spared the “national emergency alert test” that blasted everyone yesterday at around 2:15 EST. Oddly enough, Russia did did a similar test today. Now are these really “tests,” as they’re telling us? Who knows? I was reading comments all day afterward & my oh my, it’s almost as if most people WANT there to be a national emergency. Falling right in line, as usual. I’d wager that a “national emergency” would prolong this power apparatus that these globalist communist psychopaths have built for themselves & their so-called “noble” families. I can go on & on, as I usually do, but nope, not tonight, just cutting it short, like a foreskin at a bris. Stay mindful. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
This is something I wrote a few weeks back, but never published. Just another addition to my shadowbanned Opus. There’s no escape, no escaping the AI. Most people do not realize how deep this goes, but relatively soon, EVERYONE will know what the AI is really doing. For all of you, & for none of you at all.
Great question, thanks for asking. Where have I been? I’ve left my 6000-plus page Opus for a few weeks, & sadly, the 365-days straight writing mission has failed. Not without merit though, as I made it to what?…7-8ish months?…yep, closer to 7 months of daily writing, which is quite an achievement, unless you’re banned across the Internet by the AI, in which case, it doesn’t matter. Nope, nothing I do writing-wise, across the ENTIRE Internet, means virtually nothing. How bout them apples? Not very motivating, is it? Even for something I self-consider as a passion, as well as one of my only talents, my motivation to keep narrating the insanity of Clownworld has waned, waned to the point where I just left this where it was at whatever post I posted last. I just don’t care anymore. I love my writing, love my writing time especially, but it’s an exercise in futility knowing that no one is interested in the drivel I barf out. Sure, I can drop red pills for days, I can tell anyone about something they were previously unaware of, I have a head full of information, & a brain full of truths, yet I’m on an island unto myself these days. There’s no one else out here it seems, way out here on the perimeter as yours truly always is, & although it’s incredibly lonely & brutally isolating, I’m me, & this “life,” if you can call it that, is all I know, so I guess I have to own it, right? What else is there?
More great questions, thanks for playing…again. What…else…is…there? Oy vey, that’s a tough question to answer, particularly when you wake up one day, & you’re middle-aged, & you have no legacy to speak of, no accomplishments really, there’s just nothing, nothing at all. You might have a cat, or a dog, but what else do you have? Nothing? Easy answer for your narrator here: I ain’t got shit. Nope, nothing, not a God-damned tangible thing, no house of my own, no property, no car, no family, no friends, no kids, no girlfriends, & in the wise words of some black comedian, “I ain’t got shit.” The powers-that-be have taken everything I worked for away from me…everything. I used to have a solid 6-figure bank account, I had options, I was going to use it for great things, & of course, as if on queue…POOF, all gone, bye-bye loser, thanks for giving us all of your meager wealth little fish. Sounds soulless, yes? That’s because it is, & the so-called “ruling elites,” might very well be…soulless. To them, & their ilk, we mean nothing, just another commodity, like wheat, or cattle. No, seriously, THEY REALLY BELIEVE THIS. Not being hyperbolic, & these elitist scum train their kids from birth about the real reality of the world, as it relates to them, & us. Two different worlds, their world, & our world. Our world is full of debt, & strife, & slavery, & false hope, but their world, their world consists of never worrying about bills, & never worrying about anything really. They get a golden ticket at birth, & no matter what they do, minus a few anomalies, they get the pass to live a life of luxury, all at OUR expense. Seems fair, right?
Of course it doesn’t, & what can be done about this notion that these globalist power players get a pass? Nothing, not one single thing, nothing can be done, so it doesn’t matter, does it? Nope, & all of these rants I’ve written, exposing those atop the power pyramid with certain undeniable truths, mean nothing. 6000-plus pages of my diatribes, one article after another, day after agonizing day, stay disciplined, stay disciplined, & POOF…nothing. The AI has me so deep into its pocket now, & I have no way out of this one. In my sordid life, I’ve often had a way, some way, to wiggle my way out of any given situation, but this, this AI apparatus that’s programming itself via the Internet, is inescapable once it has you. More specifically, when it has your face, & if you doubt me about this, turn on your FaceID on your iPhone & watch how easily it recognizes you from any angle. It’ll recognize you even if you’re wearing a mask, or glasses, THERE IS NO ESCAPE. Why do you think there’s numerous cameras on your phone, & there’s one on your computer, & if you have a SmartTV, there’s one or two in there too. All of these cameras, as well as microphones, feed directly into the Internet, like a hundred billion mosquitos, all collecting human blood, & human experiences, all for the AI to “feed” on, for lack of a better word. If the AI has been programming itself over the life of the Internet, think about what it really is capable of doing now. Not hyperbole, not exaggeration, not paranoia, the AI is already “sentient,” at least it is to the nerds that play with it, & they’re actively using it to steer the zeitgeist in the direction they want it to snowball roll. Believe what you want, do hast thou will, this lone fish can only reach so many people through my 24/7 digital wall of censorship, but those that I reach know that I deliver the goods, with receipts. Truth is my treasure, my sacred scrolls, & there’s too much untruth going around these days, confusing the masses, and/or keeping them under the Great Spell. I digress though, as always, so it’s time to wrap this article up. There’s a storm coming, a hurricane, a sea in a maelstromatic state, a raging social tempest, & when it comes, it’s not going to be all roses & pony rides, oh no no no, buckle up, because it’s going to be drastically life-changing, for ALL of us commoners. Yep, while those so-called “ruling elites” play their proverbial violins as this modern-day Rome burns again, we regular folks are going to be swept up into a cyclone of civil strife.
Before I go, please know, the AI is merciless about us digital thought criminals, so imagine what happens when it takes total control. Yours truly, a thought criminal of thought criminals, already on the list, “Line him up, get that rifle barrel to the back of that fishy head, turn your fishface down to the ground, look at your re-education papers, LOOK AT THEM,” the barrel presses the back of my head…”Do you obey the State, & only the State?”…they say, “Go fuck your mother, then go fuck yourself,” I sullenly & fearlessly retort, then WHACK…the butt of the rifle cracks the back of my skull, I feel my own warm kroovy spitting out of a broken skull. “Last time,” they proclaim, “Do you love the State, do you abide the will of the State?” Again, I offer an aggressive reply, “Are you still here? I thought I told you to go fuck your mother.” I hear the rifle’s bolt, I know the bullet that will kill me is chambered, I know I’ll be dead soon, so I take a deep breath, close my eyes, & just let my mind go to where it’s going to go once that lead round blows my brains out momentarily. The cold barrel pushes my head again, this is it. Breath, breath, my lasts breaths, breath. BOOM…& that’s that. My dead body flops over, a giant hole where my face was as the bullet entered point blank at the back of my head. A slight little twitch, & I’m dead. Kick the body into the mass grave for burial with the rest of the aforementioned thought criminals. Who knows if the future will play out like this…but surely, it’s important to be mindful, is it not? Be mindful of probabilities. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
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™…🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 