The Fooze: S1 E28 1/28/2023 Momentary Moments

I had a moment the other day; I have my “moments” at random, it can hit me anytime, just poof, & I stare off into space for a moment, to have my moment, my momentary moment, if you will, subconsciously gazing into the void, not even using my eyes, even though they’re wide open. My vision is in my head though, when my moments come, & what do I see?…well, that can be almost anything, I just go wherever the moment takes me, just aimlessly following the initial thought that led me to my moment. The other day, as I mentioned at the start, I had this interesting moment, & so I thought, why not write about it? If it’s “interesting” to yours truly dear reader, I must write about it, for that is the way, the way of things now. The Fooze will guide me, now let the Fooze guide you, or maybe go Fooze yourself & Fooze you. What is my Fooze, is now your Fooze, therefore, do hast thou will.

This moment I”m going to illustrate for you all dear readers, happened just the other day, at my local dispo, during my semi-daily trip to pick up some fresh wax. I don’t do the flower much anymore, but I love my concentrates. Anyway, that’s not the point of this article, just detailing where I was. As I said, I was at my dispo, & while I’m waiting on my budtender to apply my loyalty points to the the total on my tab, I looked to my right & noticed a portly fellow with a red beard in some casual, leisure-wear type apparel, so leisurely in fact, that he was rockin’ sandals with socks with his trackies. He had a little blue duffle bag on his arm, with white straps, & the side of the bag had a little lion logo on it, as well as a few little dirt and/or grease stains here & there. Why did I notice so many details? I’ll get to that momentarily…after I fill you in on what he was doing there, with his little blue duffle bag that had white straps, a lion logo, & some dirtiness.

He was by the ATM, with his little blue duffle bag, next to the one inside the dispo, but this particular dispo has their ATM machine in the same part of the dispo where you buy your medicine. Most of them put their respective ATM machines out in the lobby, where you wait before you get buzzed in through a locked door to come to the shopping section. It’s always divided, lobby area & shopping area, but like I said, the ATM is out in the lobby almost every time. In THIS dispo however, it’s in the shopping section, particularly behind me & to the right, & the guy with the little blue duffle bag was unlocking the ATM machine when I first noticed him as I was waiting on my budtender. I’m watching him, watching that bag, what could be in that bag? Only one thing, right? Maybe he’s just grabbing receipt slips, or changing the receipt paper, & it’s just rolls of receipt paper…yeah, that must be it, no way he’d be using that little bag to take money, would he? WOULD he?

Apparently, yes, yes that’s precisely what he was doing, he was getting all the ATM money out of the ATM in the dispo there, & putting it into that little blue duffle bag, but not only their ATM, he’d been to a few others already, & how did I know this? Probably because my mindful self was watching him the whole time, critical thoughts on overdrive, & that little blue bag, when I finally saw what was in there when he opened it, what did I see? CASH, lots of cash, money money money, stinking cold hard stacks of loot. This guy was kind of goofy, weak, & I immediately had dark thought, dark thoughts like, “How could I get that bag from this chump?” Obviously, I would never actually take it, I’M NOT A CRIMINAL for fuck’s sake, so I would never rob someone like that, but I do have a very active imagination, so I let the thoughts come, just to see how this moment would play out. I watched him, watched exactly what he was doing, where the money came from once the ATM machine was open, I stood there & watched. My budtender seemed to be taking an exceptionally long time to sort out my loyalty points, so I was stuck, stuck in this moment, this moment that culminates in me getting that little blue duffle bag from this quasi-effeminate guy, who was UN-armed by the way. Yep, no gun, no taser, I don’t even think he had pepper spray, he had nothing, no way to defend himself, minus his own hands. Maybe he was trained in martial arts?…I don’t know, but he didn’t possess any sort of threatening demeanor whatsoever and/or a weapon, so I kept watching, thinking, plotting, scheming, how the fuck am I gonna get that bag?

If I had to guess, I’d say there was…ohhhhhhh…maybe $20k, $30k, there were quite a few hundreds, stacks of $100 bills, & I was counting it, believe me, well as best I could anyway from my vantage point, so it was a rough count, but still. Point is, there was a solid load of cash in there, enough to partially replenish what the so-called “elites,” took from me, & so many others. Little notes, little pieces of paper, but this “paper” is the currency, the energy, it makes things move, here in Clownworld it does anyway, at the detriment of billions of debt slaves, ruled by such a tiny few. They print these little notes, take what they want, for their own “energy needs,” so to speak, then everyone else manages the leftovers to keep their Big Machine moving. You need energy to give a machine power, the power to operate, to move, & we are all stuck in this Big Machine that they have created to empower themselves, not you. You are just a gear, a cog, an almost-insignificant wheel in that machine, & they “allow” you just enough money, barely enough currency, to get yourself from birth to death, & that’s your “life,” as it were, unfortunately for you. Bummer, isn’t it?…especially when you ponder all of the chaos in this world that is created by this money, these silly little “I-O-U” glue-free post-it notes, that people kill each other for, just to get more of these said “little notes.” It’s all just so ridiculous when you stop & think about it, but there I was, in my moment, contemplating physically assaulting a guy to get some of those all-too-sacred notes.

Again, & I emphasize, I am NOT a felonious criminal, & would NEVER rob another person. Like I said earlier, my imagination has a mind of its own, so I let it wander wherever it wants to go for the most part, because it’s ONLY IN MY HEAD, & I would never act on it. Also, I don’t think I would’ve gotten away with it, but I’ll tell you how I would’ve robbed this unarmed dope if I had had a criminal’s moxy to go through with it. Let’s back up a few minutes…so before I came into the dispensary, out in the parking lot, just as I parked my Beamsy, I noticed the ATM guy, parked directly next to me to the left, & he was driving a mini-van. At this point however, keep in mind that I did NOT know yet that he was in fact the ATM guy, I just assumed he was another customer, so I noticed him as far as a casual noticing, & thought nothing more of it, until I was inside, & I saw the little blue duffle bag, & what he was doing, & realized he was the ATM money-collector guy. Then I saw the money, which began my momentary moment, visualizing robbing this doofus & taking that bag full of money for myself. How though? How would I do it & get away with it?

Here’s the plan: I would follow him…I would leave right when he left, him back to his soccer-mom mini van, me back to my Beamsy, & I’d follow him in my car, not too close, not too far, don’t want him to see me following him obviously, but yes, I’d follow him. Patience…patience…just keep following this ATM money collector guy, this UN-armed clown, it’s almost going to be too easy, but right now…patience, just be patient & follow this guy, taking in all you can about his route. Not going to hit him on the next stop, nope, just going to watch from afar, parked just out of his view, but close enough for me, so I can watch, & wait, patiently wait for the moment to come. See what I did there? Momentary moments, our collective moments in time, moments dying into the past, then being reborn in the now as more line up to wait for their turn like children taking school portraits. Circular, circularity, the Great Circle, always circulating, round & round & round again, in the never-ending immortal loop, the eternal GIF animation, if you like. How’s that for an exceptionally clever analogy, dear reader?

REMINDER: THIS IS ONLY IN MY IMAGINATION. I AM NOT A FELON, NOT A CRIMINAL, DEFINITELY NOT A ROBBER. NO ONE WAS ROBBED AND/OR HARMED DURING THE WRITING OF THIS ARTICLE. YOU MAY NOW PROCEED INTO THE PARLOR FOR SOME TASTY CAKE.

Back to the plan…where were we? Oh yes, patiently being patient, still following, we’ve watched him make his next stop. He gets out of the van, but where is the little blue duffle bag? Does he keep it on the seat next to him, or somewhere in the back of the van? Details details details…they matter in such affairs, for if you miss one, just ONE, important detail, you’re locked up before you even committed your crime. You must pay attention, be mindful, this is a serious crime, like prison serious, & more importantly then getting the little blue duffle bag successfully, MUCH more important…DO NOT GET CAUGHT. Duh, you’d think, but many criminals get caught, since levels of priority tend to vary amongst felons, & most of them don’t give a fuck about going to prison. I like my virgin asshole thanks, & absolutely HATE…HATE, HATE, HATE being in cage. Ugh, it’s just the worst place to be, & fortunately I’ve only been to jail a few times for brief stays several years ago, facing bullshit weed charges before they finally wised up on the countrywide cannabis craze & stopped prosecuting marijuana arrests so harshly. Sadly, for me, my card got punched before they wised up, & I had some legal nonsense to sort out. This was years ago, as I mentioned, & I never got any felonies, & why? BECAUSE I’M NOT A CRIMINAL…but I digress, as usual. Continuing…

Ok, ATM guy has made his first stop after I started following him. I’m thinking he’d keep the bag on the passenger seat of the mini-van, up front, next to him, where he always had eyes on it, so that’s where my IMAGINATION led me. I’m still parked where he can’t see me, as he gets in his van, & I assume goes to his next stop, with even more riches in that little blue duffle bag. I start to follow him again, ready to make my move at the next stop maybe, if I see the opportunity of course. I follow, I follow, & then he stops. Ok, here’s where my IMAGINATION took two different paths.

Path One: He stops, maybe at a Starbucks we’ll pretend, & gets out of the mini-van, leaving the unassuming little blue duffle bag behind, in the van. With the ease of a bag of peas, I simply walk up, pull the door handle & realize it’s unlocked, lucky me. Without hesitation, I grab the little blue duffle bag, then take off, all within 10 seconds, gone, SCORE, & mission accomplished. That’s the easy path, the path with sunshiny trees, slightly blowing in the warm summer breeze. This path is laden with candy-colorful wildflowers & fluffy bunnies, & an easy $50k. Wouldn’t that path be so very nice, nice & lucrative?…

…or…

Path Two: He does NOT stop for Starbucks, he stops at his next ATM location, which is a relatively empty parking lot. Where are the cameras though? Looking, looking, don’t see any cameras covering the parking lot. Looking for people, anyone around? Nope, no one around. I’m parked where he cannot see again, watching, patiently being patient still, just waiting for my moment. Ok, time to move, as I get out of my car, & get close to his mini-van, ducking down somewhere where he can’t see me. He comes out, with the little blue duffle bag, there it is, the soon-to-be-mine little blue duffle bag, filled with even MORE money now. He walks to his driver’s side door, & pulls out his keys, & I make my move. I swiftly sneak up behind him, put a gun to his head, then blow his brains through the driver’s side window of his soccer mom mini van, like the Son of Sam. I’M JOKING, I’M JOKING…I hope none of you read this & take this silly story seriously. Oy vey. No, no guns, what I’d do is just sneak up behind him, & unleash my devastating rear-naked choke on this scrawny & UN-armed ATM money-collector guy. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, goodnight, he’s out, but only to sleep, he’ll wake up in a minute, but by the time he does, I’m gone, with the little blue duffle bag, which is now MINE, mine all mine, but only in my imagination unfortunately, only in my moment, my momentary moment.

This whole felonious envisionment just popped into my head, while I was buying some wax at my local dispo, & the ATM money-collector guy came in to do his job. Just my imagination, running in Gumpian fashion. I think all sorts of things, & it’s randomly random, when I have my moments, these moments of my momentary time, stretched out into a story, my story, albeit made up, that I just shared with all of you, dear reader. Sometimes, I stare off into the void of eyes-opened space when I have these moments, & I don’t even know it, until I catch myself doing it. Living a whole life, doing other things, in another time, on another timeline maybe, but all in my head, while I gaze into that proverbial abyss, only to turn my head at the final moment before the abyss gazes back at me. “It’s only a moment,” I proclaim to the abyss, “no need to look back at me, I’m only here to piss, & I’d hate to piss on your face, so you might wanna stay down there & not look up. Only a moment, one of many, the circularity circles back, eating its own tail, thus the nature of the literary ouroboros…entails. Clever clever, humble narrator, un-humbled only in this moment, because that last sentence was a gem. Let’s stick that in post-signatured quotes & see how it reads…

“Only a moment, one of many, the circularity circles back, eating its own tail, thus the nature of the literary ouroboros…entails.” ~Fish🎏

Until next time, moment to momentary moment. For all of you, & for none of you at all.

A Metaphor

Ever feel like you are stuck?

Like in a glass box with a few sticks and leaves and rocks, a little food dish, and a water bowl… 

I have been looking into some information lately about how we are are really stars, and that we have been captured here in these dense ‘bodies,’ continuously being tricked into tricking courselves into reincarnating over and over and over and over and over again to serve the will of something greater than ourselves. It’s very interesting information, has to do with Saturn and the Moon. Now you know I don’t believe or disbelieve in anything until I experience it for myself, and even then I question it…

…but I do find this fascinating.

Can you imagine if that were true though? And the strange thing to me its that it makes a lot of sense. Look at most of the population, I’m amazed they can wipe their own asses, easily deceivable, tricked from birth, and birthed by the tricked, in a bizarre seemingly unending loop. However, now there are those of us who are waking up and recalling our real selves, so what happens to us, this fringe group that has become of aware of the possibility and plausibility of the trickery and the trap? Again, not saying this is real, but what is for sure real is that the bullshit story they sell everyone from the get-go is total crap, a complete and continuous deception. And if everything they have told us is/was a lie, who knows what is really real and what is really not? So it seems to be of utmost importance that all of us who are “awakened” understand that we are still very much students of the Universe and still naive to the true nature of who and what we are, yet somehow in this life we are advancing inward at a much higher level than any lives we experienced before, at least here on this Earth plane. But here we are, still stuck in whatever this madhouse is, among a vast majority of people who are all so asleep, I just don’t get it.

Feels very limiting, like when a baby figures out that there is huge room to play in outside of the crib, although the ones in charge keep the baby stuck in the crib by repeating over and over to the baby that there is only the crib, using fear to keep the baby in behind the bars of the crib. But the baby can clearly SEE that there is something more, so the baby finally lets go of that fear and now the baby must crawl out of the crib himself and jump, falling to the floor below. Of course the baby will catch a few bruises and cry, but when he sees he isn’t really hurt and that no one is coming nor does he need anyone to come help him because he can now see what is really happening and that he is okay, he will stop crying, then realize for himself to get up and stand alone, and WALK around to SEE what is in the room outside of the crib, which is of course new at first, BUT…once you’ve walked around the room, it comes together and makes sense. You figure out that you are in a house, and there are other rooms in that house. Furthermore you come to the understanding that you’ve been trapped in this house, and that is NOT your house.

How long do YOU like to stay at someone else’s house, trapped in a crib in a room in their house? Is it not time to leave already? Do you like being a baby confined to a crib? FUCK NO. You want to boldly walk out the front door to see what is outside of this strange house you and everyone else are seemingly imprisoned in. Here’s the rub about that though… you’ve only been tricked to keep imprisoning yourself, tricked through fear. No one was ever in charge over you, they only convinced you otherwise in the crib. Who owns this madhouse? Who was there when you finally jumped let go of your fear and freed from your own confinement? YOU. No one else, no one but you. You didn’t realize you were you though until you hit the floor and you woke up, and now that you remembering who you are, you want to remember everything and anything about what you really are. Is anyone ever really “learning,” or are they simply “remembering?”

Back to the metaphor…

…so obviously you will be brave and walk out that damned front door, that wasn’t even locked, and what do you see next, probably more houses, maybe part of a little cul-de-sac of similar houses, and it hits you like a screaming freight train that you were just trapped in one crib, in one house, in one neighborhood, but by who and for what reason?…so then what’s next obviously?… you get back on the super-highway, you take the road out of the neighborhood and keep going, and then who know’s what’s next? Vast open frontier, other neighborhoods, differing geographies of sorts, point is that we are travelers, soul travelers made of stars, that have somehow been deceived into this dimension of matter and density, limited to only what is possible via these bodily vehicles, while someone somewhere for some reason initiated this deception and keeps it recycling into a never-ending circle of life, death, and reincarnation… but for what purposes I do not know, one can only speculate…

You following this metaphor?…I’m totally just ad-libbed all of that straight off of the top of my head, which is good because I wanted to express that outwardly somehow.

Just a quick sum-up:

Are we really explorers of the Infinite, anything possible, yet somehow some entity or entities have “trapped” us in these bodies by convincing everyone the “real” world is the crib, and there is nothing outside of that crib? And now some of us, our souls are remembering themselves, and are remembering what they truly are, want to get back to being soul/star travelers, so how do we escape the trap? Again, please understand I do not know if this is any way true or untrue, just one of many many many may many “ideas” that seem to keep bombarding me from I-don’t-know-where. But I have never felt anymore alive than in this moment now, know what I mean? The journey accelerates along with the time, moving faster and faster toward….

…maybe next time, we are over 1000 words…

Be good dear friends and readers.

Love to all.

Demo Reel

 

I put some of my recent work together, forming it into an impromptu-updated-quickie demo reel.

All created by yours truly, including the music, which is just a little jingle I dubbed “Gummy.” 

If YOU want to create, then BE the CREATOR…

More to come.

Love to all.

Catching Up

It’s been a while since my last 1000+worder, so let’s catch up…

However, first please take note of the two previous short posts that offer links to FREE music, movies, programs, all via bit torrents.

Why PAY for anything? Money shouldn’t conflict with anything, especially art.

Get learned if you don’t know and if you do know, share and inform. Moving on…

Clearly this whole Ebola mess is to incite fear amongst the populous, let’s just get that right out there. Here’s the math…like 4000ish dead, I think I saw 9000ish infected, now there are 7 and ½ billion people on the planet, more-or-less. For those who are mathematically deficient, to get the percentage of the total infected, we would divide 7.5 billion into 9000, which is .0000012%, hardly any real epidemic, pandemic, whatever the fear mongers are trying to convey to the masses. More people are going to contract and die from the flu. Of course the MSM is eating it up and do you know why? More fear gives more power to those you still let control you, and said controllers use the MSM to incite that fear, at least in a large proportion. Here’s something many of you may not know…the CDC has patents for Ebola, and patents are granted to inventions, so wouldn’t this be a CDC/CIA/Globalist engineered bioweapon, since it’s being released upon the public, just like the HIV virus?  …which did not work fast enough for the eugenist scum who mastermind such things. Oh yes, the whole HIV/AIDS thing was somewhat of a test run for population control, i.e., depopulation of those deemed unfit to exist. Don’t believe me, look it up. For those who might be new, try “Agenda 21” as a search query start. That’s all on the Ebola from me, except for this… when the “Ebola vaccines” start rolling out, please for the sake of your own humanity, DO NOT TAKE THE VACCINE, or any vaccines for that matter. Continuing…

Well I was going to write a post about how disappointing Comet Siding Spring would be before it actually disappointed everyone, but I waited to see it play out, and here we are, Comet ISON Part 2, the Siding Spring Sequel. Maybe it was a spectacular event, but no one knows because NASA and/or whoever controls the monitoring satellites, cut the live feed for one, then provided ass-crappy images that are unimpressive to say the least. Ground-based amateur astronomers have better images, many of which actually ARE impressive, but the footage is still very lacking. Another space event bust. So many “events,” so many “record” and “once-in-a-lifetime” occurrences all ending in blah. Maybe space novelty has hit a critical mass, at least for some. I suppose though it would only take one major event to alter the course of things in a dramatic fashion, but these blood moons, eclipses, ehhh… makes one wonder how significant these celestial events are even to the ones who supposedly adhere their Luciferian dogma to it, and yes I am referring to the globalist banker elitist scum that I have detailed elaborately for all of you so many times before….

I will use the “event” topic to segue onto a potentially “eventful” upcoming date, which I have milestoned onto the right of the page over there, said date being this Friday, October 24, 2014. Now I have seen some speculative reports that this will be the date of the next market crash, hence the name Black Friday, as it refers to this date in the past, which you can look up on your own. Nonetheless, for those who still do not know, the market WILL crash at some point… it’s inevitable. I’m not going to take the time to get into the details, but the system is set up TO crash, which doesn’t affect those at the top of the pyramid, but for the 99% below, surely it will, and that’s exactly what the swine in charge want. We have covered this before, create chaos, bring in order, problem-reaction-solution. IT’S ON THE DOLLAR BILL, that’s one thing that blows my mind is that these psychopaths broadcast their plans and intentions everywhere, because they know that most of the people are sheeple and are too fluoridated and programmed and braindead to put it together. It’s amusing to them, amusing the way a dog or cat is to it’s owner. Do you like being perceived as pets, cattle, sheep, a herd? Who ultimately makes that decision? You? Or them? Back to the market, I am not saying it will, or it will not crash this Friday, but it WILL crash and how that affects you is up to YOU. Do not let your fate be woven in the hands of masters. 

Notice the price of oil dropping, at least here in the mighty USSA? That’s because our shady government cut deals with the Saudis in relation to this ISIS propaganda campaign. We have seen numerous videos posted by ISIS, or ISIL, or IS, or whatever they are called this week but I digress…anyway, these videos show convoys of trucks and tanks and anti-aircraft guns and missiles, yet why are all the targets being blown up NOT these convoys but rather what appears to be randomly isolated and vacated buildings? Hmmmm… maybe that’s because the CIA and other shadow agencies fund these supposed terrorists groups, so who are the real terrorists? That’s right, they work in the shadows, which worked well for them before the advent of the internet and in turn, the alternative media. Now we tangent… Sharing information allowed for the potential for billions to awaken to the real reality of the world around them, and we are all in that process now, although the degree of ascension into this process is relative on an individual basis. Never-the-less, the potential is still here. All part of the global mass awakening, which exponentiates more each day. We must remember that there is still in place a preceding generation which is used to playing by the rules of those aforementioned shadowy conspirators, and it is not until that generation is gone or defeated or gets over themselves that humanity can truly have a chance to be free. The question is how much influence that old generation has on the upcoming generations… do we follow the path of the uninformed, the unenlightened, the unwillfully ignorant who thought they had it right? Or do we blaze our own path/s, with our own knowledge, and our own perceptions of what this 3rd dimensional existence means?

The answer lies with you, and you alone. Be brave, and let go of all you fear.

The time is coming. Our fraction of an instance is up.

Wide eyes open.

Love to all. 

When is the Killshot Coming?…Now?

http://youtu.be/DWl-3cdog2E    <<< CLICK HERE

If you do not know about the killshot, look it up by whatever means necessary and inform yourselves. Anyway, this massive blast just occurred fairly recently as you can see. I am putting together a more-detailed and lengthier video which will be ready when it is ready…this is just a preview/update. Stay alert, wide eyes open. Love to all.