I’m going to boldly assume that I am not alone with this dire living situation under the Biden regime, yes? Feels more like dying, rather than living. Holy hell, what the fuck happened to this once great country? Everything was looking up, once Trump got elected in 2016; the economy was booming, we were in a relative peacetime globally, the swamp was at risk of being drained, we were all making & saving the cheesbait fiat paper I-O-U Monoploy™ money, then POOF, it all disappeared, like an old man’s fart in the wind, the day this demented kid-sniffing corrupt pedo puppet Joe Biden was s-elected into office. We all know he lost, we all know they cheated, & the most glaring evidence is right there in front of everyone’s faces. Do you want to know what “evidence” I am referring to? Sure you do, & said evidence is this: Potato Joe allegedly won with a “record 81 million votes,” remember that? If that were true, how come they never bring it up? Don’t you think that the idiots on the lunatic left would be reminding the American public every single day if that were the case? They don’t though, no leftists, no Democrat politicians, not even the Fake News MSM, & THAT, in my opinion of course, is the most obvious evidence I know that they lost the election, & if the real numbers came in, it would be the other way around.
However, before you start thinking that yours truly is up Trump’s tighty-whitey-wearing fat ass, think again. People seem to forget who got the pseudo-vaccine through, AND promoted the fact that he did so, in several speeches he made as it was rolling out. It was only after the reports of life-threatening side effects came out that not only Trump, but all those scumbag elitists as well, refused to take responsibility for the jab, which makes me wonder. It makes me wonder that when the lights go out, & the cameras turn off, maybe, just maybe, all of them, ALL OF THEM, Trump included, are all in the same damn club. I’m sure you know the quip from the great George Carlin by now, right? “It’s a big club, & YOU, ain’t in it,” & perhaps that’s the case for everyone who becomes famous. Fame puts you into a bubble, & that bubble separates you, & will ALWAYS separate you from the general public. It blows my mind when these famous people try to relate to the “average American,” when they no idea as to how the average American is living, barely squeezing by, especially nowadays. How many of you have lost all of your resources/assets? How many of you worry about paying the next round of bills? How many of you hold your breath for a second when you start your car, anxious as to whether today will be the day when ti doesn’t start? How many of you are directly affected by inflation & rising prices?
Trump will save the USSA in 2024; it’s a movement, & We The People, led by #OrangeManBad, are going to take back everything the left took from us. Oh sure, it’s wunderbar to believe that If Trump gets re-elected in 2024, that he will ride in on a shimmering flying horse, to save America & the world from the infamous Deep State, & their one world order globalist agenda. Yes, he’s gonna save us all, ONE MAN, is going to stop everything these so-called “ruling elites,” who want 90% of us exterminated, have done to fulfill their plan to take total dominion over the planet . Look at how much the USA has changed in since he left office, look at the speed of the destruction along with the rise of the chaos, & not just here, but around the globe, yet ONE GUY, who might even be on their side, is going to stomp the brakes on their plan, bringing said plan, to a grinding halt, once he’s back in. That’s a bit optimistic, to say the least, yes? Exceptionally wishful thinking, yes? You should know by now that the mainstream media fake news is all scripted narrative Kabuki theatre by now, so what makes you so confident that Trump is not only part of it, he’s playing his part to perfection. I’m not saying he is, of course, but I’m not saying he isn’t either, & like I said, once you’re famous, you’re in the proverbial bubble, & the everyday American is no longer in the same boat as you…not even in the same ocean, or even in a boat, because they’re in their private jest, exhausting out more carbon that your car emits in a year, then threatening you with a carbon tax, along with everything else getting taxed.
Imagine this, imagine if the next phase is to get everyone on Team MAGA convinced that he’s beat these bogus charges against him, & he’s going to be in the race for sure, the numero uno candidate, running on stopping the Deep State. Suddenly, when the hype is at its peak, he’s removed entirely, via some illness, or more made-up charges that stick, or at the worst, they assassinate him in broad daylight. Everyone wearing a Make America Great Again hat, will lose all faith in the system, demoralizing millions, taking the last thread of hope they have left, & lighting it ablaze, like a dynamite stick wick, until KABOOM, there’s nothing left but the smell of sulfuric hell. I’m not saying this is what’s going to happen, but I am saying that you should be careful about which orange basket you put all of your eggs into. There’s a plan underway, as we speak, to completely & utterly destroy this country, & armed Americans are one of the final obstacles impeding the fulfillment of their new world order agenda, which they want completed by 2030. We have 6 & ½ years, only 6 & ½ years to go; Trump was elected 6 & ½ years ago, & look how fast that time blew by, as the 4th dimension of time is accelerating for some reason I am not entirely aware of. Faster & faster & faster, like the flushing of a shat-filled toilet. Maybe that’s how 4d time goes forward, if you will, like a time spiral. Galaxies do that, spinning faster & faster, the closer you get to the center, so why not time, our real-time time?…but as always, I digress.
Nonetheless, buckle up dear readers, because methinks that if you think you’ve seen bad, just wait until worse gets here, because “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” as the title of the BTO(Bachman Turner Overdrive) song goes. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, especially with all of the utterly hellish chaos going on everywhere, but please believe, & this is not hyperbolic pessimism, WE HAVE NOT SEEN ANYTHING YET, compared to what’s coming. Speculate all of this out just one year, ONE year, to the summer of 2024, right before the November election , only a few months left to go, & what does your own reasoning tell you? Now, speculate out 5 years, to 2028, if you dare. Spooky, isn’t it? Sure, it’s great to be optimistic, but you know who always beats out the perpetual optimist? The pragmatist, & that little fucker sits on the shoulder of yours truly, day & night, reminding me of where the facts point, right to a dystopian nightmare hell on Earth, full of poverty, addiction, depression, looting, crime waves like you cannot imagine, maybe even as far as a real pandemic, one that is analogous to a real-life Walking Dead. The head throbs, the head throbs, the cancer has gone terminal, & is now in hospice, just waiting to take its figuratively final breath. Until next time dear readers, the end of America as we once knew it is nigh, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣
“The end of the world that you grew up is nigh, prepare accordingly.” Fish F Fish🎏
I have no idea what’s going on in my head, but if I’m lucky enough to get a bit of sleep, I’m having these exceptionally lucid dreams, & this morning’s dream, was the kicker, arguably the most vividly surreal dream ever, & yours truly has had some doozies. This dream was so real, so bizarre, & only lasted an hour or so, in 4d time, here in 3d Clownworld, & as usual, I woke up drenched in sweat, like soaking wet, & yours truly, was shivering via said cold sweat. The dream was real, it was so fucking real; I was there, wherever there was. Do you want an illustration? Great question, thanks for playing, so here it goes…
It began in something that resembled Google headquarters, surrounded by tech nerds that could’ve been Tri-Lambs, as they were as dorky as it gets. They were all giving me the stinky-stink eyes, & I kept asking, ‘What’s going on here?”…as if I knew something was up, & just as I shouted my statement to them, I noticed a tattoo on the top of my left hand, a tattoo of a burning sun, which kind of looked like the image below, except there was multi-colored clouds at the base of this strange sun. These nerds started saying, “You’re one of them,” but, “One of who?” I thought, & I kept asking & asking, but got no answers except the stinky eyes. Here’s a pic I found that resembled the tattoo closely, but like said, the clouds are missing. I could’ve photoshopped it, but I didn’t. Visualize it yourself; here it is…
This pic, that somehow I found, almost perfectly resembles the tattoo, minus the aforementioned clouds, right atop my left hand, & for some reason, it petrified this assembly of IT dorks, & they suddenly began to attack me, attack me not only verbally, but physically, & so, the war began…the one-man army, versus an army of pocket protectors. I had no fear, like ZERO fear, as I battled my way through this random onslaught of a nerd army. I also had no recollection…hang on, wait a second, there’s the ringing, this mysterious ringing in my ears. I don’t know why, but I get this ringing in my ears randomly, maybe 3-4 times a day. It’s gone now, but I wanted to interject with the ear-rings, because I think the lucid dreams, the visions, & these random ear ringings, are all connected somehow, but to what? I have no clue. It just happens, & it isn’t tinnitus for fuck’s sake. I did some online research, & it could be something connected to the spiritual awakening that’s happening to me, in real time, here on 3d Earth, or, it could be some kind of medical condition, of course…wah was wahhhhhhhh…fuck it.
Anyway, back to the dream, now where was I? Oh yes, the recollection, or rather, the un-recollection, of being here in Clownworld. No memory of phones, internet, my cat, friends, family, nothing, nothing from here was in my head when I was there, in some kind of outer-dimensional dreamscape. It was as if I switched bodies somehow, switched these ridiculous 3d meat suits, & I cannot explain why, not yet anyway. I was there though, like THERE THERE, & once the battling began, it got really intense. Like I mentioned, these nerds, maybe a few hundred or so, started coming at me, like to kill me, & so I fought, fought all of them, like William Wallace fought. I was knocking people out, left & right, snapping necks, kicking knees, & nerd guys, and/or dorky girls, it didn’t matter because I was fighting for my life, so everyone was fair game. I recall breaking what appeared to be a flagpole…GAHHHHH..there’s the ringing again, what the fuck is up with these ringings in my ears? It comes, low pitch to hit pitch, then back down, as it fades away. I wish I knew what it meant, because ;m 1000% sure it ain’t tinnitus damnit. I just changed the title, adding “ear rings,” since it has happened twice since I started writing this. What can it mean?
Regardless, back to the dream, & the battle between myself, & only myself, against an entire institution, if you will, of these angry nerds. Let’s see, oh yes, the breaking of the flagpole. I was grabbing anything, anything I could to defend myself, & one thing that I remember well, was kicking said flagpole, breaking it in half, with a jagged sharpened edge after I broke it. Some reprobate was coming right at me, I can recall his eyes, because I took that flagpole I broke, & shoved it right into his left eye, straight though to the brain, as if he was a zombie, dropping him dead, & I had zero, ZERO inkling of what I was doing being wrong. This was war, & apparently I’m a fearless killer on the subconscious battlefield. Moving on, the fight was on, & all the while they screamed, “YOU’RE ONE OF THEM, HE’S ONE OF THEM, GET HIM,” & they just kept coming, & coming, like roaches inn abandoned house, they were everywhere, & they all wanted to kill yours truly because of this burning sun tattoo on my hand. I kept pleading with them as we fought, saying “WHY??? Why are you attacking me? Please tell me why,” but as I said, all I heard was, “You’re one of them, you’re one of them.” ONE OF WHO?? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” but all I got was their buzzphrase, & it had something to do with the tattoo, as I alluded to earlier.
All of a sudden, BANG, BOOM, as fires started erupting all around us, but where were these fires coming from? I looked to the area where the flames came flying through the air like a mini-meteor shower, & what did I see? It was a squadron, maybe 15-20 of these soldiers, AI soldiers, with guns that were shooting fireballs like mortar shells, but from their “guns, I guess you could say. They weren’t normal guns, so to speak, they were fireball guns, & when they fired them, balls of light came out that exploded into a raging inferno, similar to napalm, which scared the bejesus out of these nerds. It scared them so much, that the started screaming & running, but still directing their buzz-phrases at me…”He’s one of them, he’s one of them.” ONE OF WHO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU NERDS WHINING ABOUT???”…it was so aggravating, & since I had no clue, I began to run away from the robots with them, as flames erupted all around us, burning the nerds alive, yet all the while, I had no fear whatsoever. I was so puzzled & intrigued by the tattoo on my hand, & so I stopped, after a brief jog with the runaway nerds.
When I stopped, the AI robot squad, got closer, & closer, until they were literally right beside me. They had no interest in me though, none whatsoever, as if they knew to only attack their enemies, & I guess I wasn’t their enemy, & so I watched them march by as they fired relentlessly into the crowd of hooligan nerds. They had no heads, per se, & in the place where a head should be, there were something that looked like a small handycam, with one eye in the front of it, so if you look at the pic here, their”heads,” looked like this, but instead of the lens, there was a single eye, moving like a human eye, but like a human eye on meth. Very strange, right, but that’s what I saw. They also had swivel waists, very thin, that their torso could rotate on a full 360 degrees, & they had armor, light/medium armor that looked like storm troopers, if you want something to compare it to something we all know. They all were carrying these fireball napalm guns, & as they got closer, & closer, as I said earlier, they didn’t even acknowledge me whatsoever, which was really odd I thought, as they marched right on by me, firing away on the nerds. Crazy, right?
As I mentioned earlier, I had no fear at all, like NONE, as if I knew I’d be okay, & these AI robots were no threat to me, but to the nerds, it was their nightmare incarnate. After they marched by, mercilessly slaughtering the Tri-Lambs like pigs, as they fled in terror, I decided to go to the bathroom to calm down & splash water on my face. I told you at the beginning, I WAS THERE, & this was so damn real, but I cannot explain the meaning. I think dreams are way, WAYYYY more meaningful than humans know. I don’t have the answers, not yet, but damnit, this was as real as it gets, to the point of smelling the erupting sulfuric fireballs, but when I fought, I fought like a lion, & my hands weren’t hurting from breaking nerd faces left & right. I’ve been in a few fights in the waking world, & broke my hands a few times, because it fucking hurts when you smash someone in the face, & I’ve broken my hands several times street fighting as a kid, but in the dream, none of that occurred, & I fought to kill, so they wouldn’t kill me.
Nonetheless, I made my way to the closest bathroom, & somehow I knew exactly where to go, & when I got there, I recall the details of said bathroom, once I woke myself up. The walls were puke green, there were maybe 4 or 5 sinks, & toilet stalls of the same number, each stall in front of a sink. It looked just like a high school bathroom, if you want a visual for reference, & so I got there, & splashed my face, which felt very…refreshing, you could say. The peace only lasted for a fleeting moment, however, because just as I was splashing my face, I heard the nerds, STILL chanting, “he’s one of them, he’s one of them,” & it’s so stuck in my head, I’ve been hearing it all damn day, like an earworm that won’t go away. Upon the face-splashing, & hearing the chanting of the nerds, I looked to the right where the door was, & there they were, the nerd posse, led by some ultra-nerd with a light blue baseball cap turned backwards. Like I said though, I was fearless, & their threats meant nothing, & whatever they were thinking of doing, I was going to fight my way through that fucking door, because I immediately had a strong sense of entrapment, as this was the only way out of this puke green bathroom, so I charged at them. The “leader,” if you will, the one with the backwards ball cap came at me first. He tried to headbutt me, which is a very effective move, if one were to land it right. He failed miserably though, since I had the speed of a a light beam, similar to Paul Atreides from the Dune lore. I countered his headbutt, which missed me completely, & gave him a powerful left hook which shut him down immediately. I’m not even left-handed, so that was weird. Yet, in the dream, this wacky dream, it was all…natural, you might say, & I had abilities, powerful abilities, that was as familiar to me as walking.
After I dropped the backwards ballcapper, I was battling my way to get back outside, & all of a sudden, I heard someone saying, “wake up, wake up, you’re in a dream, wake up,” & POOF, I was awake, completely soaked with cold sweat. So drenched I was shivering, thats how wet it was. This dream has replayed over, & over, & over, all fucking day, & so, I wrote it out just now, to share with all of you, & so I don’t forget. What can it mean, what can it mean, perhaps it was only a dream, yes? Fuck if I know, but like I said, it was so damn real, & then waking up completely soaked, dripping sweat, like I just got out of a shower & forgot a towel, that’s how sweaty I was, & so, I tossed my robe, my boxers, my sleeping shorts, all into he wash, then cranked the shower on full-blast heat, all the way up, because I was shivering like a Quaker. Some say dreams are just dreams, maybe the are, but yours truly does NOT abide that notion whatsoever. It has something to do with our true abilities, which have been meticulously taken from us, all of us, by the so-called “ruling elites.” What do they know that we do NOT know? Damnit, damn them all to hell. All I want o know is the TRUTH, because we’ve been lied to our entire lives about our real origins, & yours truly, for one, is sick & tired of their occult secrets. IT’S NOT RIGHT, & unless you’re born into heir venomous bloodlines, you never get to find out. It’s so fucking aggravating, & I’ve been stewing all day over it.
It’s time to wrap this up, as I have illustrated to the best of my own recollection, this bizarrely vivd dream I had about ohhhhh…14 hours ago. I’m dead tired now, but no matter how tired I get, if I get a few hours of sleep, I’m good. I’m so used to this crippling insomnia by now, but along with the visions, & these dreams, & waking up sweat-soaked, I don’t know what the fuck is happening with me. I looked into possible causes online, & the search results were no bueno, as all the possible causes were things that were negative in nature, you could say. Regardless, time to go, so until next time dear readers, I think something is coming, some kind of event maybe, or, I’m going totally insane & these aforementioned dreams & visions, are just part of an undiagnosed mental disorder. Who knows?…& who cares? No one, & on that note, I’m done, like a dead fish floating around & around, in a flushing toilet. Yikes. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Be mindful of the AI; it has yours truly in its pocket, & you could be next.” Fish F Fish🎏
I’m going to assume that most of you have no idea what the title of this article means, but no worries, the FisH™ abides, as always. Just click the link here, on the word METANOIA, & you now have a new word to add to your lexicon. It essentially means a spiritual breakthrough, but like THE BREAKTHROUGH, breaking on through to the other side, literally. Coincidentally, this happened to your truly not so long ago. It’s too bad it took so long for me to find that word for myself, because if I had, I might have made some better choices. Unfortunately, I came up in the public school system indoctrination camp, in the Dirty South, no less. Yep, my lily-white ass had to ride the big banana bus, right through the black part of town. Those old school descendants of southern slaves, oh man, they stunk so bad. I think I have some repressed PTSD from those times, & I haven’t thought about it for a long, long time, until just now-ish. This keeps happening, more & more, & at this point, it seems like a life review in real-time, & that’s no exaggeration.
Visions, vivid visions of memories, going way back, exponentially becoming more prevalent by the day. No idea why it’s happening, but I’m glad it is, despite my dire financial life situation. I also have a bit of anxiety, over the fact that as I mentioned earlier, it feels like a life review, of sorts. Is this what happens before you take your last breath? Yikes…I guess we’ll all know shortly, won’t we? Oh dang, I must mention the dreams, these insanely lucid dreams, & when I get to get a bit of sleep, I go beyond astral traveling. I have no recollection of being here, or anywhere, for that matter; it’s as if I am somewhere else entirely, maybe even another planet and/or dimension, I don’t know. I know I love being there though, & I surmise that when we dream, we’re in a space that encompasses 3d, 4d, & 5d, all at the same time. It’s not full 5d, because you’re subject to time, but 4d time is distorted because of the influence of the 5th dimension. Ever had dreams that seemed to last for hours, even days sometimes, then wake up & realize only an hour or so has gone by? That’s the distortion I just illustrated, time still moves forward, but forward like a drunk driver, all over the place. Of course, we can’t forget 3d, because as I said, it’s 3d, 4d, AND 5d, all at once, like some bizarre backroom liminal space. You still have a body, somewhat, & there are still elements of this 3d world, as far as landscapes, & solid objects, but you cannot manifest said elements, at will, as you can in 5d.
These dreams, these visions, my personal metanoia, the Big Breakthrough, what can it all mean? It’s all so surreal; I wish I knew why, ya know? I DO KNOW, & I know that I know, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember. As 5d immortal soul beings, we know everything; we know music, the highest math, we know it all, but when we descend down here to 3d, POOF, it’s all gone, & this life should be a life of remembering what you already know, but it isn’t for most of us, right? Nope, this world has been hijacked, hijacked by soulless devil-worshipping scum, & turned into a prison planet. The divide between the proverbial guards, & us inmates, grows grander by the minute. That’s right, inmates, we’re all inmates down here in the peasantry, & the so-called “ruling elites,” they’re the guards. There’s fewer of them, a lot fewer, & yet they rule, but why? I’ll tell you why…it’s because they keep us inmates divided, & fighting each other, rather than us fighting them. We could take them all down in a an hour, but how can we, if we can’t unite as one undivided unified force? Divide & conquer, & it’s nature, the psychology behind it, oh yes, I figured it out. Goes beyond the Hegelian phrase, & even though many people have heard of “divide & conquer,” have they really thought it out? Think about the teaching, the instructions given to said ruling elites, reading book after book, listening to mentor after mentor, giving them the esoteric knowledge of how to divide the populous in order to rule them. It’s one of their secrets, one that I’ve discovered, & as promised in countless prior posts, I am here to find the truth, THE REAL TRUTH, then expose it by publishing these articles, passionately illustrating these truths, for all of you.
I want us ALL to know, to remember, not just them. FUCK THEM. Jesus Christ, it’s as if that movie They Live is a documentary, not science fiction. Could it be true? Could reptilian shapeshifters make up these “ruling elites,” & maybe that’s another buried treasure trove of knowledge & information? I’ll have to speak more on that next time. Before I wrap this Foozer up, I’ll try my best to detail one of these dreams that I can recollect. Ready? Set? GO GO GO…
This one that I remember well, & try to ponder often, also haunts me in a way. Picture a beachside bungalow, one story, a white house with an angled roof, atop a cliff, that overlooks an ocean. Think of Washington State, the coast, or Oregon even, with those steep cliffs that overlook the Pacific Ocean, & this house, like I said, was white in color, with two pillars prior to the front door. What happens when we go though this door? I’ll tell you, I’m in there, with one or two other dudes. We’re all connected in a way, but there were these rules, these unusually odd rules in this house. I recall a couch, a bed, & a TV broadcasting some kind of colored static alien program. I would be in all 3, as the time passed, as the roles seemed to rotate. The TV guy, the couch stretcher, & the sleepy sleeper. I can somewhat remember going outside a few times, & having this feeling of novelty, as if I was in some outerworldly dimension. I’m sure I could spice it up into some kind of short film, which I just texted myself to do, as a reminder, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yes, in & out of this house, rotating positions, & as I said, there were rules. What rules?
Great question, thanks for asking. The rules were unspoken, yet known, known like a second language. There was no question, the rules were the rules, & for some reason, I was…unable, you could say, to break them, yet never gave breaking the rules a thought, not even once. Maybe it was more like…obligations. Yes, forget the word “rules,” & think of them as obligations. Obliged to who though, or what? I have no better word than “God,” at least a god. These obligations weren’t written on the wall, there wasn’t a telephone in site, or a computer, & certainly no internet, yet, as I said, I was obliged to abide them, & could care less about no phones or internet. There never is in any of my dreams, never the phone, never the internet, never any concept of money, lending much to my theory that this world is artificial, & no longer following the natural order. Regardless, there I was, with the other guys, inside this little white house, then outside this little White House, for days & days in my dream, but all within an hour or so of 4d time in this 3d Clownworld. I told you, time is distorted when you dream because you’re much closer to 5d, where you higher self exists, your TRUE self, not this mask-wearing ego 3d-self I exist as, when I’m in the waking world. That’s right, days & days went by in this dream, & consistently consisted of the rotation. I can’t remember what happened when I watched the multi-colored static TV. I seem to remember it was possibly instructing me, but about what, I cannot tell you, because I cannot remember. It sucks that we can’t remember dreams as they totally happened; we can only recall pieces at best, & nothing at worst. Let’s illustrate this rotation now, shall we?
Moving on to the bed, rotation one. I don’t think I slept while laying down onto this bed in my dream. Can you imagine, sleeping in a dream, like some kind of Inception, but no, no sleeping. I’m pretty sure it was a full size bed, pushed up against the wall. Oh shit, let me describe the main room this all happened in, so you can add more detail to the figurative picture I paint for you, as if I were the great Bob Ross, & you were one of my art students, so let’s paint said picture. Opening the door of the house, you come to a large living room, the wallpaper is gaudy, like those flowery wallpapers you might find in circa 1970’s London, & to the left, is the bed, perpendicular to that wallflowered wall. One white pillow, & a white comforter, but no sheets, & it’s just as I said, a white comforter & a white pillow. Temperature didn’t appear to matter, however, so sheets or blankets mattered not. A foot or so from the bed’s foot, there was a walkway. No door, just a walkway, a dark walkway, as dark as a moonless night in a middle-of-nowhere sort of darkness. I don’t remember anyone going through said walkway from this languid living room, nor anyone, or anything, coming from the dark side into the living room. It was ominous though, I knew that. On the floor against the opposing wall from the front door, sat the television. One of those older TVs, circa 1987 perhaps, broadcasting this watercolored swirling static with symbols I cannot recall, only that they were popping up now & again. There was most certainly an…an…annnnn…an alien, yes, an alien feel to it, for lack of a better descriptor. The floor of this living room, by the way, was old hardwood flooring. Real wood mind you, but old wood, & I would guess it would be analogous to a 50-60 year old house here in 3d space. That’s the left side, & an intro to the tv space, but what is happening on the right wall?
The right wall is identical to the left wall, except instead of a bed, there’s a couch to stretch out on, which, as I said, was part of the rotation. There’s also another mysterious walkway, with nothing but the darkest of dark, should one choose to walk on through that portal to the darkness. It’s directly across from the walkway across the way, just past the foot of the couch. I know, I know, how can a couch have a “foot,” right? Wrong, & the answer is quite simple; the answer is…is that it faces the television. I don’t know what’s through these walkways, however, & neither do the other guys in this wonky white house with me. Wait a second, just who are the other guys in this rotating game, you might be wondering, yes? After countless hours of trying to remember, I think they were…well they were me, me in three different manifestations, like triplets, all bound to the obligations of the rotation. It almost felt like a video game , & the whole dream, consisted of me, myself, & I, either on the couch, or on the bed, or sitting a foot away from the TV on the floor, watching this bizarre, water-colored static emanating from the television. What can it all mean? Regardless, it’s one of the dreams I can recall very well, so I thought I’d share it with you, because the FisH™ abides, & you know this.
UPDATE: Yours truly had a fresh dream, that went on for a day or two, in the dream, but in real-time, ohhhhhhhh…maybe 2 hours, give or take 10 minutes. As I mentioned earlier, dream “time,” which is the 4th dimension, is distorted, due to the fact that you’re between the 3rd, 4th, AND 5th dimension. Anyway, I had this dream; I was at a party in this dream, a party of maybe 20-30-40 people, & somehow I knew them, ALL of them, despite never ever never meeting them in the waking world. How can that be? Who are these people? Nonetheless, there was love all around, & I was maybe 20 years younger than I am now, dressed in board shorts, sandals, & nothing else, & my board shorts were a bit big for me, so I had to keep pulling them up because my ass, & occasionally my shwing-shwang, kept popping out. No one seemed to mind though for as I mentioned, it was all love at this party. Again, there were no cell phones, no internet, & had no recollection of being here in this world, as if I truly was in another dimension. Oh, I forgot to mention this, I was there, but not quite all-the-way there, which gave me a sense of feeling kind of…drunkish, you might say. I wasn’t drinking; I wasn’t even interested in getting drunk, but my equilibrium was way off. Lots of stumbles, lots of malfunctions while trying to grab things, yet my mind head was completely sober. I could think like normal, but getting these thoughts to come out was proving very difficult. Maybe it was the time distortion, I don’t know, but regardless, I kept stumble-walking around this surreal party. A couple of girls, younger girls, were trying to get me to do the hat trick with them. They were wearing jeans, & tight tank-top shirts, one blue, & one red, & they wanted the big D, from me, obviously, but unfortunately, I never followed through. I feel like I changed my mind & went to look for them, but they were nowhere to be found. Bummer. Who else was at this party?
Great question, thanks again for playing. Oh let’s see, there was a hodgepodge of white dudes, black dudes, a bunch of hot white girls, & maybe one or two black girls, & they were all drinking from a big punch bowl that never seemed to run out of whatever the beverage was that was in there. I don’t recall drinking any, but as I said, my body felt “drunk,” for lack of a better term. It felt more like the feeling you get when you go heroic with Xanax. Your mind still functions in a relatively normal manner, but your body, your body stumbles. Bumping into walls, dropping things, & not giving a fuck, yes, that’s Xanax for you bubblegummers out there who have never taken it, much less in a large dose. I know the feeling all too well, sadly, so if I had to equate my physical state, it would be more like Xanax, rather than booze. Now, if you ever mix the two, booze & Xanax, prepare to have your mind erased, & to wake up with zero recollection of what exactly happened when you were drunk & xanaxed up. It’s a terribly dark drug, pun intended, because that’s what happens when it wears off. You only see black, total darkness, when you try to remember what you did. I digress though, as always, now where was I?
Oh yes, the big party…everyone was drinking from the big punchbowl, people were laughing, joyous, truly having a good time. Perhaps I should have tried the mysterious punch, but I didn’t, I just kept walking/stumbling around, babbling to everyone I encountered, & as I mentioned, I knew them somehow, & knew them quite well, but had never met, nor ever seen, any of these people in real time. Also, I knew this house the party was happening in, as if it were my own house, but again, I had never been to this place here in 3d world, much less lived in it, this house I was in, yet somehow, I knew it. It felt like I was back home, kind of, as in when I went outside, there was a familiarity as if I were in the beachfront town I came from, but it wasn’t. Nope, it wasn’t back home; the scenery, if you will, was different, the roads, the businesses, the houses, all of it was different, yet strangely similar, as well as exceptionally familiar to me as well as everything else. I recall seeing the names of some of the businesses, but I can’t remember what the names on their respective marquees above their buildings said. Distortion distortion distortion. Oh damn, just had a vision, a vision from a dream I’d forgotten about, but since I literally just had this vision, POOF, it came back to me. Let me finish the party illustration, then I’ll come back to this vision I just had.
It’s not gonna take long, since I’m almost at the end of describing the punchbowl party dream. What else can I say, what did I miss? Let’s see…party party party, missed a threesome with 2 hot younger broads, didn’t try the punch from the punchbowl, was stumbling & bumping due to equilibrium failure, I knew everyone somehow, as well as the big party house, & there was an almost a tangible energy of pure love betwixt myself & the party goers. I remember walking out of the house, turning right at the end of the walkway up to the house, followed by a little walk to the west I assume, because it was a sunny afternoon, & the sun was setting behind my view of the buildings ahead of me. I remember a split in the walk way; think of a “Y,” & that’s how it appeared to me from my vantage point. There was a business at the crux of the “Y,” with a sign, but for the life of me, I can’t recall what the sign said, as well as the rest of these signs. When I try to remember, it all just looks like jumbled letters, along with symbols & numbers, on these signs. It wasn’t a foreign language, it was more like codes, of some kind, but I have no idea what they translate into. Who put these signs up in this town? How did I know everything so well? What is going on in my fish-eyed brain? Is a dream really just…a dream, or is it more than that? Maybe it’s less, what do you think?
I think it’s individually subjective, but who’s doing the subjecting? Gah, I know, I know that I know, I know I have the answers within me, but for some fucking reason, I cannot find said answers. It’s incredibly frustrating; it’s frustrating, it’s depressing, it’s heart-breaking, all the above, & I’ve never felt so alone in all my life, wayyyyyy out here on my island, way out, all the way out to the tightroped perimeter of sanity, & I think there might be no way back, not here in 3d Clownworld at least. Yep, it’s looking like my ship has unprecedentedly entered uncharted waters, waters filled with ghost sharks, ready to rip me apart, limb from limb, should I decide to abandon their proverbail ship & try to swim for the shore, the shore of silence, the shore of safe returns. It looks so peaceful on this figurative shore, but if you’re stuck on an island, with no ship, there’s nowhere to go. Can’t stay on an island forever, now can you?…but how long can one stay on a ship before finding a sanctuary on land? Here I am digressing again, & just to finish up the illustration of the party dream, I went walking toward the V part of the Y, to the point where the road splits, leaving me to go either left or right, if I were to keep going in this generally westerly direction. I didn’t, however, & once I got to the spilt, I took a hard right, going off-road, in order to circle around & go back to the party, which I did, as if I knew exactly where to go, cutting through yards, until I got to an alley, which led me right back to the house. Want to know what I saw when I got back?
Of course you do, & since the FisH™ abides, I’ll tell you. Upon returning to the party, there was a lot less people there, & these people were all new. None of them, not even ONE, were there before I went on my walkabout. I knew these newbies too though, somehow, & knew them well, just like the others. More walking, stumbling, socializing, basking in the glory of the love between all of us, with ZERO recollection of this world, even yours truly, who is typing this in my present, while you read it in my past. That’s right, two different yours trulys, with two different minds, in one strange brain, probably in one body. I cannot know until I look into a mirror in a dream. I’m saying “mirror,” over & over in my head, with the hope that the concept of said mirror, will imprint into my mind & create synapses so that I can maybe, just maybe, dream about it, if I sleep tonight of course. My sleep has been so fucked up lately. Dreams, that last notably longer whilst dreaming, as opposed to a couple of hours I sleep in real time here in 3d. The dreams, on top of my visions, might be helping me in some way I am missing. Obviously, my dumb ass has no clue how to find whatever I’ve lost, but yep, definitely missing something. The answers are within me, I know it, God damn it I know, I KNOW, but I also do NOT know. Nope, don’t know a God damned thing, much less the meaning of dreams and/or visions. Of course, I’ve been searching the interwebs, like a group of hound dogs chasing a deer, & it’s all over the place, which leads me to believe that no on has a clue what is happening with dreams/visions. If they did, wouldn’t they all be saying the same thing? The reason we have dreams, as well as visions, should definitely NOT be subjective. Come on now people, there’s an answer for why it happens, of course there is, doesn’t everything have an answer, per se? We haven’t found the answer to dreams, or visions, so a bunch of power-mad morons with a PhDeeznuts write books to give people interpretations, disguised as “answers.”
Holy tap-dancing Jesus, this has turned into quite a post, & I’m just gonna stop, & wrap this one up. I could keep going, & going, & going, but the human attention span stop sign got ran about 4 paragraphs ago. Until next time dear readers, chronicle your dreams, for they have to mean something, right? So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣
“Chronicle your dreams; it’s the only way to remember them.” Fish F Fish🎣
Well, this is breaking news apparently, so I’m not really sure what to make of this. Like I said in the last article, ALL theatre. Such a joke….seriously, ugh. Maybe I’m retarded or something, but I just don’t get it. Why do this? Seriously, why in the world would Trump do this, post these posts below on Truth Social, WHY??? All CAPS, all dramatic, calling for protests after the January 6th fiasco, so on behalf of half of America, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS DON? Why would you get the nation, arguably the whole world, into a hysterical mania over your supposed “arrest,” which as I mentioned at the start of this article, is now possibly “just a scam?” Why am I acting like he’ll ever read this? Derp. Maybe some of his unrelenting narcissism has drip-dropped into my own literary language?
Who knows? I know I sure don’t, but what I DO know is that my eyes tell me this all just more theatre, more distraction, & most importantly, further providing evidence to my own inclinations that Trump is NOT on the good side, never has been on the good side, & is a power-mad globalist, just like the rest of his buddies at the top of the power pyramid. I know, believe me I know, it’s a big pill to swallow, but I’m all about TRUTH, no matter what, not these sideshow games & scripted narratives that these elitists play at the expense of millions of American lives, who they could care less about. I admit, I naively believed #OrangeManBad meant well, like many of you, for a long time too, but now, meh, not so much, because it’s just another part of the divide & conquer plan, their go-to plan, from the same playbook they’ve been using for centuries. Nothing has changed, other than the advent of the Internet, which is now aided by an exponentially leveling-up AI, giving them access to more power & control than ever before. We are truly in uncharted waters & unprecedented times…wunderbar for them, not so much for us unfortunately.
So, my previous posts about the upcoming week ahead, I don’t know, regard then, disregard them, doesn’t matter, because I have zero clue what the week ahead might bring. Trump accomplished getting the country into a frenzy with those 2 posts, steering all of the national attention back on him, which he loves. Narcissism, an out-of-control ego, & what’s with the public verbal attacks on Ron DeSantis? Seriously, it’s so childish, but again, just another act in the big show. Oh, I almost forgot, I have no idea what happened with the coincidental arrest warrants issued to Putin at the SAME EXACT TIME they announced they were going to arrest Trump on Tuesday. What are the odds? Maybe the same as winning the lottery? Or perhaps filming a Bigfoot, riding a unicorn that farts glitter, same odds you think? Just theatre dear readers, just theatre. My neck hurts from shaking my fucking head at all this nonsense. Is anything being broadcast via the mass media real anymore, as far as “news” is concerned? Or is it all just a narrative, scripted by social engineers who lurk in the shadows?
I’m leaning towards the latter, but sadly, the people who believe everything the news tells them to believe, greatly outnumber those of us who don’t & the rest live in the bliss of ignorance, because if you don’t know what’s going on, how can it affect you negatively? That’s their viewpoint anyway it seems, but I wouldn’t know, because I have a head full of this knowledge I’ve accumulated by studying the habits of the zeitgeist like a circling hungry hawk over a field mouse with a broken leg. The zeitgeist is a snowball, a Katamarian snowball, & if you aren’t familiar with Katamari Damacy, click either of those links to school yourself. Fun game, & the analogy of a Katamari ball as it relates to this snowballing zeitgeist we’re all rolling on together, is perfecto. The ball rolls on, picking up everything it rolls over, growing the ball more & more & more. What happens when the ball gets so big, that it consumes everything? Does it keep rolling?
Fuck if I know, I only know that we are all living that analogy right now, in real-time. What will the big ball roll over this week? Apparently NOT Trump any longer, but who knows? This whole thing came out of literally nowhere, got the world in a tizzy, & now is being reported as a possible “scam.” Their words, not mine. Regardless, I just wanted to update everyone on this sordid situation, for the sake of trying to get as far ahead of the ball as I can, before it rolls over this upcoming week. Until next time, dear readers, don’t believe anything you see on tv anymore, anything, because it’s all just a show. So Sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“The zeitgeist is a Katamarian snowball, snowballing on the 4d time spiral.” Fish F Fish🎏
I wish I could make this up, but this is not satire, & although I know Trump actually DID win, is this really necessary? Seriously, come on now, as if the idiocracy wasn’t bad enough from the other side, the side that’s supposed to be relatively sane does this, & everyone revels in it, as if it’s a new national anthem? It’s corny as fuck, & if she wasn’t a pretty country girl, would anyone take this seriously? Nope, but because she IS a hot country girl, she’s oh so stunning & brave, the MAGA army eats it up…nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom…honk honk honk. Are we gonna have to hear this song every day from now until 2024?…then beyond that too?
To the left here, if you’re in “full-site” mode, you can even read an article about this song, but if you want to read something better, go to the comment section in the video I linked above. Funny how the right calls the left a cult, & they certainly are, not arguing that fact, but then when you read those aforementioned comments under the video linked above, does it not reek of cult-like reactions? Donald Trump, the infamous #OrangeManBad, let them beat him; a guy that never loses, let openly corrupt politicians beat him. Why do you think that is?
Ever consider that maybe even Trump is in the Capstone Club? He certainly plays THEIR game, not ours, & their game is power, so why does everyone assume he’s going to charge in on a gilded chariot to save this country? At this rate, will we even make it to 2024? Getting worse by the day, one day closer to World War 3, one day closer to global bank runs, one day closer to not being able to pay your rent or mortgage, one more day of higher inflation with lower wages, one more day they print fiat money for themselves, & you think with all that on the table, oh I can’t forget, one more day with a braindead pseudo-president that has no idea where he is, can’t forget that one, & there’s NUMEROUS things I left out, now where was I? Regardless, with ALL of that going on, we’re also supposedly one day closer to Trump coming back, one day closer to him publicly “taking on the Deep State,” another day closer to turning this train-wreck economy around, oh one day closer to closing the border, almost let that one slip by, ONE DAY CLOSER TO ENDING A DECADES-LONG GLOBALIST AGENDA TO DESTROY THE UNITES STATES OF AMERICA, one day closer essentially to saving the entire world, ONE guy, is that the basket everyone’s breaking their respectively proverbial eggs into? Sounds like an astronomical longshot to me, a exceptionally risky gamble, based on what? Faith? Yikes, good luck with that if that’s what’s in your Easter egg basket. Mine has chocolates in it, but I digress.
Okay then, so be it I guess. I just came across this, & let the hamster run on the wheel for a bit, & thought I’d share my morning jog with you. Queue my radio voice, which I’d record & play live here if I could, but WordPress makes you pay for that feature I think, so sorry not sorry on behalf of WordPress, for being greedy scum, especially to writers who have been here for over a decade for fuck’s sake. Anything WordPress? Anything? Nope? Nope it is, par for the course, nonetheless, still in radio voice mode, The song is “Trump Won,” by the sexiest country pop star since the last one they shit out of the clone machine, the carbon-copied Natasha Owens, who totally never uses auto-tune I’m sure…(fart noise). Still in radio voice mode, but with quotes to amplify the effect, “Until next time dear readers, remember this, cults do not become sides, sides become cults, & one dirty bird still has two wings.” So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Cults do not become sides, sides become cults.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“One dirty bird still has two wings.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Stoicism thrives in a natural world, too bad this world is UN-natural.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“”Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear.” ~Marcus Aurelius⚔️
Geezus tap-dancing Buddha how many places must I submit my resumé to before I get paid to do this? Maybe I just suck as a writer, perhaps I’m a failure at the art of wordsmithery? I don’t know, but since it’s not limited to writing jobs, & I am legally & medically badged to sell cannabis, I’m throwing out applications back into the industry. STILL not getting hired, & I am a decent grower, with a lot of experience, surely with ENOUGH experience to hop on in there & get sticky. No calls though. Doesn’t matter, who cares? I’m over-embracing this “who cares” vibe perhaps? Also, I don’t really want to go back to that industry to be honest. It’s a go-nowhere job, & ONLY the owners of the grows and/or dispos make real loot. Once you get to the top of the mountain, whether it be the head budtender or the head grower, you’re doing about as well financially as a manager at McDonalds is. Yep, not as glamorous as many people assume it might be. “But you get to smoke weed all day bro,” yeah so what ya dunce? You can do that anywhere if you want to, duh. I’m too old for it these days too, as it’s all mostly millennial, & I’m now the “old guy,” gah, these are NOT options I want to deal with anymore. Fuckin hell, THIS is what I want to do, THIS, writing articles, illustrated with MY own GIF animations, all ME, ME ME ME, how bout them apples? Why can’t one pursue their only plausible talent, rather than settling & selling your soul to be a paycheck-scrapper? Is that…narcissistic of me? Be sure to read to the end, there might be a bonus at the winner’s circle…
This is about ME, right?…because I’m a narcissist maybe? Ugh, I don’t know, I know I try NOT to be one, but from one’s own view, it IS your Universe, is it not? Isn’t everyone “self-centered?”…as in you “center your self,” because you ARE the center of YOUR Universe, see what I mean? Is it the language I’m not getting? It seems to be right, right? Self…centered…YOU, yourself, is the center of everything, because you ARE the center of everything, from YOUR perspective, correct? What am I missing here? Let’s look up the textbook definition of narcissism together shall we? Or you can just click the word back there, or you can be extra-lazy & just look below. Fuck it, time to really open up the frequency & see what comes through this channel; we’re going deep diving, into the murky depths, where the abyss lurks, only to look back at you…
The reason I’m attempting to illustrate these notions, is because it seems like people are throwing this particular word, & other similar words around…”as needed,” so to speak, as if they’re aggressive buzz-words, for use as ammo in verbal warfare, “oh I’m gonna outsmart you, then no I’m gonna outsmart you, look at my words I’m hurling at you, in cleverly ordered manner to throw off your counter-attack,” does this make sense to any of you? Another one is “gaslighting,” voted the “number one word of 2022,” I think. Derp, & it’s not that I dislike these words, it’s just as an evolving disciple of the English language, it’s almost downright revolting the way said language is now used these days. It’s like a shoot-off of the overall Orwellian cultural metamorphosis we’re all existing through right now. Just another fractal, as the macroorganism Planck-lengths its way to some new zeitgeist, & where will this language & these behaviors & these mass psychoses take us, what sort of future awaits in this mental asylum world?
Hmmm, “does NOT support that notion,” it says? Weird, because everyone calls everyone a narcissist. Try & stick up for yourself…”NARCISSIST!” …, I guess even when using one’s own self as a reference point, you get that now-infamous N-word. No, THE “N-word,” not nigger, no, not that even-more-infamous “N-word,” I’m talking about the word, “narcissism.” ME ME ME ME ME, now up above there, that was just the textbook definition, which really doesn’t count for much, other than what it implies, “defining a word,” but it doesn’t explain the word, so let’s look at a more in-depth description of this mental affliction.
Click the Link to read more about…>>> Narcissism Symptoms & Causes ..let’s go though these, becasue this is all about ME, ME ME ME ME ME right now, right? See what I’m doing? Either narcissistic or a douchebag, but most likely both. Duh. Without comedy, even if it’s B-list lame-ass jokes, it’s better than tragedy, yes? Let’s go through this list below:
Interesting, tough one too. Admiration, well no one really reads these and/or knows and/or cares if I exist, so there’s no one to really “admire” any of this crap, & obviously that notion alone implies a lack of any inclinations of “self-importance” I might have. I know I am a talentless fraud wasted TV baby from the asshole end of Generation X. All m friends are dead, & I don’t even know why I’m here, but I am aware of a part of me that WANTS number one to be meaningful, but it isn’t, nothing is.
Again, I’m guilty of being aware of having the kinds of inclinations, so what do you do when your self-aware of narcissistic tendencies, & actively try to fix them, but you fail yourself, over & over, & no one cares? That’s my fault though, I deserve NOTHING, only I wish I could be treated kindly because I try to be that way toward others. Isn’t that the rule, treat others as you want to be treated? Do I treat people poorly? I don’t know, I know I don’t want to, who would want that? I hope I don’t, but I don’t know. I have, for sure, & I cannot do anything to change it. I don’t know. I’m white, so I don’t know much anymore, & concepts of “privilege” & special treatment” are kind of blurry these days.
Numero tres, yes, I suppose I’m guilty of these thoughts, but where do thoughts come from? I don’t know, I told you I don’t know anything, I’m a fucking proverbial used-car salesman, the charlatan, isn’t that what they call bullshit narcissists? Charlatans? This is crap, my digital art is crap, if it was any good, people would visit my sites, but no one does, because I’m not any good, nor have I done anything worth a fuck in my whole sordid life. I’m only doing this, because THIS, is all I know how to do, so again, YES, I have thoughts that I have done amazingly unique art, & I’m a talented digital artist, & the best writer ever, & blah blah blah, all just delusional monkey-mind gibberish. Truth is, I only came back to this because I realized I sucked at everything else, & had nothing else, unless I want to go deliver pizzas like a fucking kid, the same punk kid I was 30 years ago. Pathetic.
Yep, guilty, & guilty again, & I kind of covered this in answer number three, so what else could I add here? It’s bizarre, because I’m well-aware no one is there, but I make my little shoutout vids & similarly stupid shit anyway. I KNOW NO ONE CARES, I know my “achievements” are nil, & if I have any “talent,” this drivel is it. It’s as big as this answer to question number four. Not to mention I’ve been digitally exiled from the virtual town square for trying to participate with everyone else. I guess I don’t do well in filtered settings, so it’s been just me, with literally no one, & Im not cognizant enough anymore of anything to care about likes & shares. None of it matters.
Yep, all the above, in a world onto myself, like a humid cave full of fresh bat guano, rife with the stench of shit. “Success,” derp, yeah right, successfully ruining everyone’s lives around me as well as my own, but I believe I should have the riches, as if that makes sense. Got it you fuckin idiot. “Power,” well you need strength of character to hold power, doesn’t matter if you’re “good” or “bad,” if you have strength of character, you can hold real power, not the pretend pseudo-power that only exists in my own self-delusions. “Brilliance,” hmmm, I don’t even know, does that mean you figuratively “shine?” …like someone who “lights up a room,” as they say? Or is it referring to intelligence?…as in, “I know I’m smarter than everyone else,” well, of course I am you moronic automatons. You’re all fucking idiots. I don’t really believe that, but part of my mind has notions like that, all the time, & I can’t explain how they got there, so what am I to do? “Beauty,” well I am certainly aware of vanity, & it sucks I can’t appreciate beauty without vanity. I don’t know why, I don’t know why any of this is the way it is. ME ME ME ME ME, yeah I fucking know, I’m the one stuck in this meat suit. Finally, the last one, the futile quest for the “perfect mate.” I actually might have beat this one, albeit the long, hard way. You have better luck finding a magic toad in a pot of gold being carried by a Bigfoot riding a Unicorn that farts glitter, than finding the “perfect mate.” Yes, I DID have that idealization, for a long time, & that one I already beat, because it beat me.
Yep, & yep, & because of this, I’ve somewhat subconsciously self-isolated away from everyone & everything, minus my alleged “equals” that only exist in other places not in my own locality…i.e. digital “friends.” They aren’t really my friends, I don’t have any real friends, I don’t know how to have friends, keep friends, I know how to make friends, but that never lasts, not even my virtual pseudo-friends on the Interwebs.
Yep, exceptionally critical, to the point that I hate them, you dumb fucking dummy dumdums down the drain diving in dumpsters. Fuck you all, you fuckin losers. Again, NOT me, but those thoughts come through, whatever this channel is I tune into, THIS is what comes through. It’s incredibly exhausting keeping up with the filtration system. It’s thoughts, MY thoughts, but “mine” only as far as they come through me, but I don’t know where thoughts arise from. Am I “generating” them myself, birthing these ideas into the world? I don’t know. Stop blaming me for things I don’t know and/or can’t control. Does “narcissism” sound fun, like something you would want?
Let’s see here, “special favors,” for me, what special favors can you do for me? I don’t know, gah, my head hurts, this is difficult doing this, sorry, sorry sorry sorry, shouldn’t say that out loud, pronouncing my own head pains from the stress of writing about these things, to all of my ghostly non-existent readers. Oh wait, that’s right, no one reads this, so no one cares, so no worries, so so what, right? So, let’s move on. Not expecting anything or doing anything for anything & everything anymore & no more. Why? What’s the point? Of anything for me anymore? Broken clocks are right twice a day, broken people can’t be fixed, & aren’t ever “right.”
Oh man, so guilty, all at THEIR expense for MY own gain. ME ME ME ME ME. Always about ME, well, me & my disease. They’ll say you have a disease, then blame you, then you say, “but you said I am sick, how’s it my fault?,” & they say, “it’s your fault, but if you pay us a bunch of money, we’ll help you with your disease.” Then you say, “I have no money, & no one to help me properly,” & they say, “go to the food banks, bye.” There sure is a lot of “taking advantages” going around, but I get the specificity of the implication here in trait number nine of the terribly terrifying “N-word.”
This one is…confusing, because I do, I try, I try so hard, but maybe I can’t feel anything, maybe it’s form my history of bad head injuries, I don’t know. I get so distracted, I try to think about it from their shoes, then I think about shoes in general, my brain doesn’t seem to have a well-functioning empathy drive then I guess, right? I’m willing, I have the will to be willing, but no one notices it, like I’m a ghost.
Hahahahahaha..oh man, well I know damn well NO ONE envies me for anything that I’m aware of, so scratch the 2nd half of that game, & I don’t care about thees enough to be “jealous,” & I wouldn’t call that little green monster on my should “envy,” I’d call it…”disappointment,” disappointed that some people get certain things that make no sense to me, like someone like Cardi B…absolutely impossible for em to be envious of that twat, but it disappoints me that life “rewards” that stripper with so much. Would I ever trade places with her though?…FUCK NO, are YOU insane? & I’d wager she feels the same, but she’s allowed to be as narcissistic as she can be, & it’s okay, see the logic there? You do? That’s weird, because there is no logic there, it just is what it is I suppose.
Oh yes, yes, & yes, arrogance, I bathe in it, using shampoo on my bowling-ball-blad head just to rub it in deeper too. Bragadociousness & conceit, sure, why not? Comes right alongside “arrogance,” doesn’t it?…like a little gang, arrogance, braggings, & a grossly conceited attitude, patrolling the hood, right? What can one say, when they know they’ve acted in such a way? Once again, quite aware & conscious of it too, but the auto-pilot keeps flying the plane anyway, on the same course. I can;t change course if I’m not the one always flying the plane, can I? I donlt even have a pilot’s license though, so I guess I’m really fucked up in the air, aren’t I?
Finally, last one, at least it’s my 2nd lucky number, 13. 22 & 13, never win me shit, but still they’re “lucky” in my head. What a fucking loser, Jesus Christ, help this guy out already or something, would ya? Someone, something up there, anything celestial & ethereally Divine, give this fuck-off a helping hand so he has harmony instead of hell. Who doesn’t want the “best of everything,” too bad I got nothing, unless I boost it, & booster seats are for squirts. That’s it for that impromptu narcissist checklist, did I win?
Well, that was totally random & unexpected. The only freedom I feel anymore, is in this space, my writing space. only thing that’s really “mine,” isn’t it? I’m over the buzzword labelings, the mental disorder diagnoses, if this is “life,” & this is what I fucked-off & made of it, why continue? Why? No one there, no one to care, everyone eat my underwear. Yes, I can write silly nonsense, BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS, unless I send them an individually respective link, nope, this is just like pissing in the wind for me, all my own stinky poisoned pee spraying right back in my face, & up my nose, & on my tongue, this tongue that has driveled on long enough via this Ouroborian channel I’m plugged into & these robot arms that type type type away until I find this silly circularity I always bullshit about..”.beginning finds the end to find the start all over again,” gabba dabba doo wah ditty doo doo, who gives a fuck about a “mysterious circularity phenomenon” when I write, I just reiterate the beginning of the article at the end, like every other generically corny writer to ever crayon-scribble down their own literary puke. Who cares? So I’m done with that, maybe done with this, maybe done with myself doing this, because none of it matters, does it? Except to ME ME ME ME ME, right? Projecting out, as if on queue, until next time dear reader. So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you fucks, & for none of you fucking fucks at all.
“Done with that, done with this, done with myself, doing this & that.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Wake up Americans, it’s Friday.” …any of you remember hearing that patriotic little mantra every Friday back in the day? Good times, when America was America, or maybe it was all just an illusion & it never was anything special. Maybe the American Dream was just a dream, & real-life America is just a waking nightmare clown-filled circus. Look at pictures from the 60s & 70s, then look at pics form now. The technology, minus the Internet, has barely changed, but the people, what do you notice different about the people? I know one difference, & fat people aren’t going to like it…whoops…
CIRCA 1960 CIRCA 2022
Geez…people sure did look healthier back then…generally but also in a…mature way, if that makes sense, like they have a notion of class, unlike the walruses in the 2nd picture. No big girls, fat is not good, it’s gross, but not just optically disgusting, it’s horrible for your body to be a land whale. Seriously, do you all know what fat even is? It’s inflammation, from your body trying to fight all the poisons you ingest via processed foods in trough-size portions. Don’t lie to yourself, maybe you’re not morbidly obese, maybe you’re just “chunky” so I’ll play ball with that…STILL NOT HEALTHY. STILL not good to be a chunker. Dudes do NOT like fat girls…period. Dating apps have made you porkers delusional…mix those delusions on top of psych meds, then for the fuse, you gotta have the rainbow-colored hair. Combine all that, send in the simp army, & this is what is walking around. Wanna know the average weight is for an adult American female?
Don’t blame me, I didn’t blubber you up. Any “fat,” like I said, is the inflammation, because when you regularly ingest poisons in your food, your body reacts & tries to fight it, but it’s too much to fight, so the fat accumulates. Sprinkle some anti-depressants on top of all that un-food, which makes you lazy, so you stay sedentary & the fat gets worse because your body isn’t getting enough exercise to heal. THEN…this whacked out liberal nonsense about “fat shaming” & this hashtag👉🏻#BodyPositive went viral somehow, & now apparently you’re some kind of bigot if you point out how bad it is for a person to live life as a jello mold. There’s more kinds of “bigots” now than there are genders methinks. This “progressive” raping of the English language is cringe, so fucking cringe…so cringe I will go full-tilt-Greta & say “HOW DARE YOU?”…followed by a “REEEEEEEEEEEEEE,”…& then the sound of a clown horn(HonkNoise).
I’m gonna let this one marinate…until next time, be good.
My friend Dante, who co-wrote the Alien Races Book(the ARB) with a guy named Petro, has disappeared, along with his YT channel and his original links to the book he helped create as well as any trace of him. Petro is dead, supposedly murdered in fact, so I just hope Dante hasn’t met the same fate. He’s an ex-special forces soldier though, pretty tough guy, so I have a feeling he’s alive and well somewhere…
…but wherever that may be is anyone’s guess, and only Dante knows…
Anyway, I see everyday that people go into my archives to find the Alien Races Book link, which has been removed. So, I found a new link that DOES work, and I will post it here for all of you to use at your discretion:
…how valid it may or may not be is subject to individual speculation.
I know that Dante and Petro did a lot of work to get this book out to the masses, and most people don’t go through that kind of effort unless it has meaning to them. They never asked for any money for this book, only that it be made readily available to anyone and everyone. It seems the powers that be have tried in vain to remove this book and its contents, or at least that is what it appears to be, but appearances are often deceiving, as more and more of you are waking up to find out. Nonetheless, never hurts to know what you previously had not known before, so check out the link above.
Dante and I were/are friends, and yes it is disgruntling to see he has vanished apparently. He used to put out GREAT content via his YT channel. Said channel has since been removed. I have no idea what happened, but I know Dante was putting out videos about being “targeted” right before he disappeared. His house got shot up, he got knocked out only to awake finding some unknown metal implant in his arm, numerous alien sightings/recordings, all done by him…
..but again, take somewhat with the proverbial grain of salt. ANYONE can portray what they want to portray via the Internet. Not saying Dante is a liar, or being deceitful, NOT AT ALL. Like I said earlier, we used to converse all the time, but I would never go so far as to say I really know him, you know? For all I or anyone else knows, this could be a very elaborate trick to gain personal fame and notoriety. NOT SAYING THAT AT ALL. Just informing all of YOU that YOU must always be wary of what YOU see and hear these days. It is VERY easy to deceive and convince people of something other than what is real, especially when people are finding themselves yearning to discover what is truth and what is not.
Trust YOU first before anyone else…
That being said, upon clicking the link above, be sure to bookmark, save the PDF, and share with others. They have already tried to hide this, so let’s not allow this document to be disappeared. It is for this reason that I feel there is authenticity in this book. If it wasn’t real, why would they try to hide it from the public? Why did Dante and Petro NOT want any money for this? Why was Petro killed and Dante targeted? Would the notoriety alone be enough to motivate someone to release a book like this, when your life is at stake?… I don’t think so. I think Dante and Petro found something that the shadowy parts of government had no intention of letting the public become aware of. One of them died so that YOU can click that link above. Maybe Dante has sacrificed his life too. Maybe they will come kill me for updating the new link. Doubtful, as we have successfully spread the ARB enough so that it”s always gonna be available somewhere, but one never knows…
Wherever you are Dante, cheers for your work brother, which continues to echo even though you’ve gone off-planet for a while.
Maybe we will see you again, maybe not, but your contributions will live on my friend.
My latest submission to my website. Just something I threw together that some of you may find interesting. Have a look, only about a 1000/1100 words, no big deal. But it may give you something to think about,… yeah, that could be it, some food for thought for you as they say. Who is they? Ever wonder why people say that? Are they the people saying that referring to their collective selves? Language is strange sometimes isn’t it? But I digress… take a few minutes, enlighten yourselves with some insightful words. I am here to help you help yourselves. Sometimes that strange language gets tricky, so I translate it so you can all understand it. Then once you understand, you can help others understand, and so on. Knowledge is a beautiful thing when it’s shared and used responsibly. Thanks for for reading and watching. Stay alert and stay informed, keep those eyes bright and wide open. Love to all.
Next Step
What will happen here will determine the entire direction of the future of our species. One can speculate that it must be one or the other, the dark way or the light, there can be no true compromise. That is the way of this realm. That is nature of this dualistic paradigm of 3rd dimensional reality progressing through the 4th dimension of time from our perspective, in this collective existence we are all in together. Always a dark and light, good and bad, right and wrong. One might think that the battle should end. Especially once it comes down to such extreme finalities, compromises could be made, but that is only naïve wishfulness. It either is or is not, there has to be a one and not one in this world. Again, that is the way it is in this dimension. Light lives from love, dark lives from fear. The darkness feeds off of fear and the negativity that stems from that fear; hatred, jealousy, contempt, spite, anger. The light does not feed, it radiates the power of love and positivity to everything and everyone that can resonate love. We are all light, but many are shrouded on the darkness. Love thrives on a soul level, and on the collective energy of love that binds all souls and make us One humanity. Kindness, compassion, joy, empathy; these attributes come from love. There is only love and fear, dark and light. Which power does your energy lean toward? Remember, only two, love and fear.
In the aftermath of a great war, only two small groups remain. Small as in roughly 100,000 people in each, so in all, close to a quarter million left after climaxing at just over a 7 billion plus global population, so yes, quite fractionally small. Obviously, most of the population has been eliminated. The dark ones, the great deceivers, the evil deceptionists, the malevolent ones who instigated it all, the elitist scum who thought that they would be able to come out of the ashes of their great propagated war as a stronger force, more dominant then ever. They orchestrated the chaos and hell of planetary nuclear conflict to bring a new world order from that horrifying chaos. They were wrong. You see, once you unleash the monster of nuclear terror across a planet, there is no bringing that monster back. It only dies when it exhausts it’s own energy out. That is it’s only purpose, to annihilate until it blows itself out, and because of the folly of the few dark ones, the old world was blown away as well in fierce wind of nuclear holocaust. Almost no one was spared, except this remaining tiny percentage of a lost great humanity. Two groups: one dark, one light, still here together on a tiny piece of what is left of any land…
After all of the chaos and confusion of this World War 3, the sheer terror and obscene pandemonium, the sight of which alone could kill, here is this remaining humanity. Oddly in this final hour, there is still division, a near dead-even split between those who cling to dark and those who strive for light. Picture the scene: The two sides face one another atop a mountain in what is left of the Nazca plains. Unknown forces thousands of years earlier had cut the top of the mountain off, leaving a flat elevated mesa, overlooking the world below, and this is has become the final stage. This small piece of the world was spared the total devastation of nearly all other land masses across our once Divine and Beautiful Earth. To get to the end, they had to take it all down with them. But like the remaining survivors, some land still exists and here are these final people on this final stage making a final stand, in a final confrontation on top of this great and mysterious ancient mountain. In a flash, the forces converge on each other. All at once dark becomes light, and light becomes dark as the two forces clash into one another. Beams of light and bolts of electricity emanate from inside of the battle. For a moment it looks like a multi-colored inkblot that is alive and energized. There is a lot of flashing, very much like many strobe lights at once. There is no lasting definition, nothing is decipherable, it all just appears to be what I can only describe as a great maelstrom of varying energies. Numerous vortices, flares of countless dimensions and colors. It is not like normal war amongst humans. No screaming, no blood, no unnatural explosions. This is a determinant battle, a battle of the wills of two powers, form and energy have become interchangeable. And like an eternity in a second, as fast as it began, it has come to the end into a moment of absolute calm and stillness. The fallen vanish into oblivion. There are two light entities, and one dark figure left. They are locked in a pause, a split-second in time, that eternal fraction of a moment, and then the coup de grâce.
The darkness, ultimately evil incarnate, knows it is in checkmate, but will take at least one light with it, so it goes for the closest one of the two final lights. Blinding itself in rage toward the one light, the dark exposes itself to the other light. That other light, eternally noble and benevolent, guided by love, quickly charges and smashes itself into the dark, destroying itself and the final darkness, sacrificing itself to save the final light and ensuring the will of The Light is victorious. Now what was once an ending becomes a new beginning in the light of a great new dawn. Nothing ever really ends or begins, it is just a never-ending mechanism to be. We all are, were, and alwayswill be. We are all part of the great energy of love that binds everything. This experience we are all in here together is just a part of our journey through this vast cosmos of dimensions, consciousnesses, and universes. This incarnation is simply a test for us. Are you light or are you dark? Are you good or are you evil? Every human being is light, therefore every human being is good, unless they allow themselves to give in to darkness. Now is the moment of the final minute of the final hour, and the moment of the first minute of the first hour. There is no choice to be light or dark. You are what you are and you know what you are so be what you are. Our future begins with a single light to guide the way for the first step. It will take the light from all of us to illuminate the new road ahead. Love to all.
Watch for yourselves, the clip is only a few minutes long. Hear what is being said, do not just listen. Your eyes are not deceiving you, these people know and they are training to be ready for what could be coming at any moment. This is the reality of this existence. Those that you let control your lives are not human. They are evil parasites that feed from your energy. They need to control their food supply more. There are more than enough of you to feed from, too many in fact, that is why they want to decimate a large portion of the population. You mean nothing to them and are the part of their agenda that gets erased. Yes it is real and yes, this is the reality we have all been thrown into. This is our great test which will determine how the great change dictates itself for each one of us individual, and all of us as One. Here it is:
The illuminati are a minutely fractional group of international conspirators. They have control of the world monetary system and many of the key necessities which stem from that control… i.e. the military, the food distribution, communication, etc… everything it would seem basically. Not quite everything, but enough to control the mass majority. I’ll come back to that.
The illuminati is connected through bloodlines, literally and figuratively. The name actually means “holders of the light,” which sounds positive right? The evidence seems to prove that they have either used their power for an ultimate good that is beyond the other 99.9% of us to comprehend apparently- that being the reason being their continuous misleadings of real information OR they are fully aware of the potential for the misuse and abuse of that power, and therefore have used it in the most sinister way to corrupt, manipulate, deceive, and subvert humanity to fulfill their desire for greater power and control. Which do you think is real? It has to be one or the another.
It has to be one or the other because the illuminati is very real. They have been exposed, we know what they are or what they want us to think they are. They have an agenda or at least they want us to think they have an agenda. Why do you think all of this is happening? Why are we moving ever closer to World War 3? Look at the history, the real history, look at the evidence, the facts, the documentation. Then think about in a bigger picture how a story and/or perception of a story changes over time. And at this rate of information disclosure, think about all of the varying tangents of ideals and definitions the are being conceived. This is what the illuminati did not factor in, or did they?
It would have been tough to illustrate, but not to speculate. The foundations for their mass control mechanism go back centuries, so they have had considerable time to refine that mechanism into a well-oiled machine. That machine became more efficient as time went on and the illuminati could easily foresee that by continuing their manipulation of public information via the mass media and controlling the world monetary system, they could squeeze the masses at their will to gain more and more power and control. But a persistent problem ensues with that world monetary system; it has divisions. There would need to be one world currency to maintain to domination over the “world” monetary system. And this leads to the greater idea.
This greater idea is that if you could take control over all of the world’s money, why not just take the whole damn world. Now they have had this ideology for a long time, only now it has gotten to the point where full implementation is needed to fulfill their agenda. They want the one world currency, the want the one world police, they want the one world set of laws, the want the one world government, they want one world brought about by their new world order. Now why do you think it is spelled out or can be spelled out so easily? Here’s the thing, it seems easy to you and I and those who are awakened to these living truths, but most of the masses are asses. They are still asleep. We are all in this together, all going to be one side of this thing or the other. But most people still are clueless, and that could give the illuminati an advantage.
So as I was saying, their plan was operating smoothly, the well-oiled machine working great, only thing left was to fulfill their great plan, total global dominance, giving that uber-fractional percentage all the power, making slaves of the remaining “normal” population. Now earlier, when I mentioned that their plan could be for some ultimate greater good that we cannot conceive of, that is sarcasm, learn to recognize it if you hadn’t. Their plan is nothing short of pure evil. With the advent of the internet, we were given the ability to connect globally in order to communicate information in ways unprecedented. Is this where the illuminati failed themselves, or was this part of their plan? I think this was their fatal flaw, the iceberg to their Titanic. It’s common sense.
To keep their machine running as smoothly as it was, secrecy was key. Total secrecy. When the secret was leaked, the “leaker” was simply eliminated. JFK, RFK, MLK, just to name a few. But with the internet and the mass amount of knowledge that we’ve all shared amongst ourselves and gained and learned in the whole experience so far, we are all JFK. We are all MLK. We all know what the illuminati is and what their evil agenda is. They cannot eliminate us all. That leak has become a raging flood and they cannot stop us. But is that what they wanted, you must keep an open mind, could that be part of their plan, for all of us to know what they are?
They are going through with instigating WW3 despite what any of you think so perhaps they do not care. Maybe they just do not care anymore what you think you know or do not know. Or maybe in their logic, by us knowing it fuels the fear of them, but the would be false logic because we do not fear them. Maybe this huge influx of info was thought to overwhelm and confuse us, again, false logic, so that is why I say that common sense dictates that they didn’t plan for us all to become so aware of the real reality. But that fact does not stop their plans to dominate the planet, so what is really fucking going on?
Let’s not over-estimate them and under-estimate ourselves. Remember, they need us, not vice versa. They have been exposed, we know their plan. Think about it, they have no choice but to go to full-scal global conflict to save their asses and that is what they are doing. We all know this, we are all way smarter than they thought and are capable of being way greater than any of those parasitic scum. They know that we have this power and they also know that many of us do not know how powerful we truly are. That is why the asleep ones may work to the illuminati advantage. If they are asleep, paralyzed by hypnosis and fluoride and bad food, will they just roll over and submit to the will of their masters at the crucial moment? Or will they snap out of it at that crucial moment and realize what is happening? Funny how the most ignorant, the mumpsimuses, will play a key role in the great change, but there you go… we are all in it together, everyone has a role. Are you seeing how it all makes sense, are you seeing the details of the big picture now?
So they know their ship is sinking fast, we know that their ship is sinking fast, the world is becoming aware of their ship and the evil it has cast upon humanity and the fact that it is going down. But believe me, they will not go without the drama of global disarray. This is what all of us are facing right now. Doesn’t matter what you do, who you are, where you live, what you think, this is the real reality facing everyone on this planet right now. Yes there are other states of consciousness, yes there are other dimensions, but this one right here, this one we are all in together at this time, this 3rd dimensional paradigm we all call our collective reality, is experiencing a great flux between dark and light.
The dark entity, the illuminati, have come into the light of humanity and infected everyone with their cancerous plague of suppression. The have directly interfered with the flow of life by subjugating others to their will for profit and power. They use the good energy of humans to feed their dark appetite for that profit and power. Yes, they feed from us, like vampires. They have brainwashed the mass of the population to be docile and complacent to their own enslavement. They poison your water supply, your food, your mind, your soul. To them, you are a number, part of their herd. They orchestrate wars for profit while they sit back in comfort watching their cattle fight each other, all with a big sinister smile. This is the dark entity, this is the illuminati, this is the darkness trying to invade our light.
How will our light overcome this darkness? Will it? Of course it will. What darkness doesn’t know is that light always defeats it. Remember this…: There can always be a light in darkness, but never a darkness in light. The darkness has a plan, an agenda. Light needs no agenda, no plan. So why are these people called the illuminati, “holders of the light?” Seems total confusing doesn’t it, which makes you wonder what their ultimate ultimate agenda really is. The thing is, you can feel light, you can feel good, you can feel when you live from love and positivity and compassion and kindness. I am light, you are light, humanity is light, only being shrouded by a darkness. They may call themselves “illuminated,” but those who exist from light do not enslave others. Those who live from love do not murder others, do not seek to profit from others, do not steal from others, all things these illuminati are very guilty of and I could go on and on into the depth of their abhorrence.
Even their title is deceptive ad misleading. These “illuminated” entities are not human. Human beings have empathy and these evil scum have none. They care for nothing else other than their own power. So here we are, them in the dark corner, us in the light. We do not want conflict, we do not want war, but face it, this is a 3rd dimensional existence in duality with itself. Not a bad thing or a good thing, just is what it is. Good and bad are relative in detail, but very distinct in the greater picture. It is bad to kill but it is good to kill a killer, you see? This darkness is before us, menacing with it’s weapons of war and mass destruction. They are severely outnumbered but nonetheless, they are a very powerful juggernaut of evil and malevolence who will stop at nothing to complete it’s objective- total planetary control.
We are the light, we have the numbers, we have weapons too, but we have something else. That something else is the power of the light. The true power. We wield it because we have Infinite Love inside us all. The Light cannot be held by those with fear and hatred inside them. The light can be dimmed but never turned out and the darkness has detrimentally underestimated that fact but will soon see how powerful our Great Light is. They will bring their war but we will bring them more. The Time of the Great Change is when our Light will shine as bright as the Sun. The darkness and those who submit to their fear will crumble in the essence of the Light. It’s power is beyond weapons, beyond nuclear, beyond war. They will see. Have no fear of them. You are the light, a light in these dark times. The dark time soon ends as the light of a new dawn unfolds for you all. Prepare yourselves. Stay alert and stay informed, eyes wide open. Love to all.
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 