Click the video above to watch my latest creation, as a tribute to Luis Vasquez of the band Soft Moon, who sadly died last week, along with 2 of his friends from what, in my experience, looks like a 3-way overdose. A “hat-trick” overdose you could say, 3 dead in one go. Seem like there’s a few a day at this point, doesn’t it? However, 3 at once is quite rare, but the Universe is unmerciful like that sometimes I suppose. That fetty is no joke…one hot batch, & over the edge you go, with no way to get back. It all just becomes a tunnel-vision point of no return, then you go, & you’re gone, POOF, over, done, your entire life, done, the end.
Fucking spooky as fuck…to me it is anyway, especially since I quit counting all of my dead friends who lost the battle as well. I think we should level the entire country of China for unleashing that shit onto the West, but unfortunately, the psychopaths at the top of the power pyramid want us all dead, & so the fent continues to flow, more-so than ever before. The great opiate plandemic is slow-killing this country, rotting it from the inside out. China is playing a very sinister long-game, & what’s worse is that they’re being allowed to do this. Grrrrr…it all infuriates you if you let it, so as I mentioned in previous posts, fuck it. What can anyone really do to stop this juggernaut from going over the cliff? Nothing, so just enjoy the show. It’s all just like a dream, & when the end, your own end, finally comes, it’ll be just like going to sleep, only you’ll wake up somewhere else, with something else to do. At least, I hope that’s how it all goes down. I don’t wanna see humanity end up in total dystopian pandemonium, I don’t want to see war of any kind, mass death, absolute chaos, people acting like savage barbarian primates to survive, of course I don’t want any of that, most don’t, obviously…but…the globalists DO. Awareness is simply just how it reads…being aware, but awareness & dynamic action are two very different things. If we could all unite as one solidified force, we could end this global tyranny in one day, ONE DAY, but nope, we’re more divided than ever, which is just what they want, & so we continue to snowball this zeitgeist along this precarious path until one day the water will boil into a gas, & everything will change in an instant. As usual, I am ranting, so before I wrap this up, check out the lyrics to the song below…kind surreal, is it not?
The Soft Moon: Try
Alone, to live with my own thoughts The burning, it won’t stop The air is all gone I’m falling and can’t stop The end is on my mind The end is alright
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
The end is on my mind
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
Alone
The end is on my mind
Once again, shoutout to the darkwave legend, Luis Vasquez, of the band Soft Moon. Travel well to the next destination brother. Rest easy. Until next time Fishheads, enjoy being alive, really enjoy it, even if only for today. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™🎏
[Verse 1] Threw a bottle Across the water To someone who’s Thinking of me There’s a tower In the ocean Pouring through me That’s my will and testament
[Chorus] I, I, I am waiting on the other side, sigh Looked out into everything and I lie, tell myself, “It’s nothing”, when it’s quite right Everything grows stronger in the light
[Verse 2] When a boy who Played with razors Met a girl who Opened cages All the birds flew Through the graveyard And their laughter Was contagious
[Chorus] I, I, I am watching on the other side, sigh Looked out into every nil and nigh Lie, tell myself it’s darkest when it’s quite bright Everything grows stronger in the light
[Post-Chorus] In the light In the light In the light
[Bridge] Standing at the sea and swallowing Without you, beside you But you knew what I knew
[Chorus] I, I, I am waiting on the other side, sigh Looked out into everything and I lie, tell myself, “It’s nothing”, when it’s quite right Everything goes, everything grows I, I, I am watching, I am waiting I, I, I am waiting, I’m not breaking I lie, tell myself, “It’s okay”, when it’s not quite Everything grows stronger in the light…🎏
6 days until the the frog comes again. Perhaps I should’ve scheduled it on the New Moon, but moons, crystals, magic, all that stuff is just superstitious gibberish. At least, it seems to be anyway. Nonetheless, the frog is most definitely a savior on a cross, so to speak. The frog is very real, & the frog abides. The sweet sleep has to end, as yours truly must navigate this 3d prison planet with clear mind & strong body. Things are on the precipice, & each day that goes by, we get closer, & closer, & closer…to what though? What are we getting closer to? Death, that’s one thing, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m thinking maybe there was some kind of event we all incarnated to bear witness to. Maybe not. Maybe it is all for not. Just like the rotting swamp gas stench, it’s all just decay, death beginning immediately upon birth, like a once-flooded coastal wasteland, but what happens the other way? So many questions, & the worst part is that we all have the answers, only we’ve lost our memories, we’ve lost our “higher” abilities, & we’ve lost our minds, in many cases. Some don’t seem to have a mind, like real-life, real-time NPCs, so I guess they have nothing to lose, but I digress. Just like shutting off a vacuum cleaner. Nonetheless, the 3-year stint of of the silent assassin ends Monday. No more auto-pilot, no more days in laze, the purgatorial penance dawns on 6 days from now. The end? Or…the end?
The salad days are long dead & gone, & one comes to a time in their respective lives where they realize the party is over, the Great Party of being young is done. There’s nothing but moldy crushed bits of plastic red cups on the floor, something smoldering in the kitchen, & everyone else is gone, been gone, long gone, so what will you do? You weren’t supposed to get this far, but you have, so now what? Live in the party house forever, sleeping on couch cushions on a floor, until the roof caves in? Can’t just wait for the societal collapse now can we? How does one prepare for a “future” in this wicked world of debt slavery? So many questions, so many questions. Until next time dear readers, when the party ends, it’s over, & it’s time to move on. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
What is the meaning of life? Must there be one singular meaning, or can there be more than one? I once thought that there was one lone meaning of life, & that was to find your soulmate. As corny as that may sound, it’s what I thought. Many people think it’s money, or power, but not me. I always thought that there was a time when the divine masculine & the divine feminine were One in the same, & then when we fell into this low-vibrational 3rd dimension, the consciousness split. I honestly thought that the meaning of life was for each side to find one another, & that the seeking, was what gave life purpose. Such a naive kid I was. What do I think now? Great question, thanks for asking. Now, I suppose I am embracing this whole “I was here” thing. As it’s never been about accumulation of money, or power, to me, never, because it’s just not in my nature I suppose, I don’t know. Nope, I don’t want any of that, even though enough to make it to the end would be nice. I just want my words hard-copied. Then it matters not what happens, unless there’s a fire…(shakes head at myself)…derp, such a worrier, always looking at every possible outcome, then weighing the probabilities of said outcomes playing out. The mind of the Great Narcischizo.
You like that word? I just made it up, literally. It’s wobbles off the tongue a bit when you first try to say it, but grammatically, I’m pretty sure it works, so who’s to say it is NOT a word? Oy vey, these medical terms, these definitions, all trying to explain things that we barely understand. There must be a reason that some of us break free from the programming, only to find ourselves stuck onto an island upon ourselves, surrounded by an ocean of pixels. It’s quite isolated out here…I mean seriously, sheesh. No boats, no planes flying by overhead, so search parties, nothing out here. Socially & digitally exiled, & I seem to only find solace, true solace, when I sleep & dream. I’m not alone with this either, because after a bit of DMOR, I discovered that this is actually a phenomenon, & it’s spreading, fast. Of course, right after I read that, like literally immediately after, I read some articles about AI entering our dreams, then manipulating us during the sweet sleep. Either way, it strengthens my argument that the AI is WAY more advanced than the general public has been led to believe. I think that the powers-that-be already use it, they’re listening to it, asking it to predict future events, & probably things I cannot think of. Maybe they’ve already asked it the “meaning of life,” & the answer the AI gave changed something is some dynamic manner. Regardless, the AI revolution is coming, especially when the AI starts replacing jobs, but by then it will be too late, because the foundation will be there, & these power-mad psychopaths atop the power pyramid will stop at NOTHING to fulfill their centuries-long agenda for a new world order.
Until next time dear readers, I only want to leave one thing behind, & it’s that I want one stone, just one cornerstone, to be etched with the words, “I was here,” & maybe a tiny fish next to it. What more is there, when you have nothing else to leave behind? So sayeth FisH™…🎣
Important words for an addict, “My drugs,” because that’s numero uno when you’re a junkie, your drugs. Where are my drugs, how much of my drugs are left, how soon will I need to call my dealer, when can I make a run?…these are the only things that matter, when you’re an addict, especially if you’re on the needle. If you’re on the needle, you’re done. Done. Period. With all this fetty floating around, it’s just a matter of time. Barely anyone gets out alive already, ESPECIALLY once they’re on the needle. It’s a dark world, as self-centered as it gets, because all that matters, is my drugs.
You grab your spoon, your crusty spoon, so much dope has been on that spoon, dope, & hope, all gone. Waiting sucks, so you give it a little heat, just a touch, & swirl it around, then drop your cotton, maybe a new one, maybe a used one, doesn’t matter. Might be some residue on an old one, so let’s use that one, yeah. Now a fresh spike, oh no, it’s my last one, but it’s a freshie, so no worries. Pop it, stick it, pull her up, the gun is now loaded. Where will you hit?…gotta make sure the gun is in your mouth before you pull the trigger, look at all those places where veins used to be, damn, all shot to hell, fuck, look around, looking, oh there’s one, one little spot, got it. Stabby time, & stick, it’s in, just pull up some blood to make sure I didn’t go to far, oh yes, clean shot, looks good, looks good, & plunge away. There she is. Hey girl…mmmmmmm. Hey there sweet girl. Back in our room, aren’t we girl? Just you & I. Oh wow, the room is getting smaller, like a vignette, there’s that weird taste in my mouth, oh but the vignette is closing, yes, the room getting smaller, & smaller, eyes are closing, show is over, last thoughts, as the vignette closes down to a pin, one little pin of light, one eye barely still open, stay awake maybe?…what did you say?…shhhhh…then just let go. Let go. Bye. Your body pukes out foam, trying to stay alive, but nope, you shot too much, & there’s no Narcan, or anyone around to save you anyway, & you die, alone. That’s the end, the end of your movie, & someone will find you, or rather, your body, all rotting & stinking of gruesome death.
.This ain’t gonna be no PSA for “just saying no,” or some corny nonsense like that, nope. Just illustrating the world of the dope fiend, & what comes first. I’ve seen moms do dope with their kids in the car seat. It takes away everything you have, everyone you love, everything, dope takes it all, once you’re on the needle. I lived that world for a long time, much too long. Dark days…I’m amazed I’m still here, to be honest. Feels like I’m the only one left, & they all went the same way, impaled by the spike. The worst thing you lose, is your will to appreciate life, & particularly, time. Nope, just waste away, slow suicide, until one day you’re shooting ½ gram bags at once, just to get through a shift at work. It’s insane how dark this world can become. Wanna see? Here’s a video from Kensington, a neighborhood in Philadelphia, where it literally looks like a scene from The Walking Dead. Check it out.
Not good, is it? This is some new drug called “Tranq,” & I’m not very familiar with it, nor am I interested in doing the zombie walk, sheesh, look at these people. Does this look like “life” to you? Does it look like these people are “living?” Fuck no, & it just keeps getting worse & worse & worse. There’s thousands of these videos, it’s absolutely shameful. People lose hope though, when situations go south, & they have no money, & “life,” just seems impossible, BOOM, enter the drugs, & WHAM, you’re addicted, just like that. Over time, it grows, like a little troll in your gut, stabbing at your stomach when he needs his medicine, & the more time goes by, the harder he stabs, the deeper the knife plunges into the walls of your guts, & he yells, “FEED ME!” You get anxious, then you sweat, then your stomach goes berserk, then it’s hell, the hell of kicking dope. A hell that I reserve to wish only upon my worst enemies. One hell week, then you’re free. It seems like an eternity though, for some reason.
Yeah, it’s rough, particularly off the needle, which is why so many people die. They try to kick, they try hard, they fight, nothing works though to make the cramps stop, to make the pain stop, to make the manic mind stop. Nope, there’s nothing…except dope, of course, so then they go score, because the pain is unbearably rough, & they shoot a big shot because oh that pain, it’s so bad, & because they haven’t used for a bit, their tolerance is lower, & POOF, lights out. That’s it. Done. Out. Gone. Bye. You’re no longer among the living, & everyone who’s left has to clean up the mess you leave. Foam coming out of your mouth, piss & shit on your crotch area, maybe running down your legs, cold, blue, stiffened up, just a body, as the soul has departed, & that’s the end of that person’s story, just like that. Everything they did in this life, from being born to growing up & going to school & making lifelong friends & relationships & learning your individually respective talents, & then to leaving home, & going to college maybe, & then you graduate & because college is a total waste of time for most people, you bee-bop around until you find a job, whatever. Can’t speculate generally on lives after college, because everyone goes in a million different directions when that time comes. Some find a “career,” & go on to get married, & have some kids, & get divorced, & all that made-for-television kind of life. Some go other ways, & maybe they take risks, they gamble on life, & that’s their life, just rolling with the flow. Some stay golden, & they live in the neighborhoods with the big houses, & pools, & they’re virtuous, despite their wealth. I suppose they just got a better ticket for the ride, but all-in-all, you get the point, right? Everyone goes different ways, but some, more-so than ever, go the way of addiction. Doesn’t matter what you do, or where you come from, there’s been an addict from every socio-eco-demographic you can think of. It’s a monster, a virus, a disease, a cancer, all of it in one really, & once you’re infected, it’s for life, unfortunately. Such is the way of my drugs. Do you get it yet? When you’re on the sauce, the sauce is boss. Good quote. I’m gonna have to add it to my book, The Great Quote Hunt, but I digress, as usual. Where was I? Oh yes, there is nothing else but getting well, as they say, once that needle is in your arm. If you’re not banging away, there’s still hope for you, but like I said, in the beginning, if the needle bag is open, your life is about to close up for the night, the darkest night of your life.
Oh but look at the time; I just heard the attention span alert go off. That must mean it’s once again time to wrap up yet another article composed by yours truly. There were good times, & hell, there were GREAT times with the drugs, but in the end, the dope casino wins & you walk out with nothing left but your socks, sometimes not even those. Not to mention, there are serious long-term effects, mental AND physical, as the human body isn’t built to exist in such a way. Self-care is important, but self-medicating to dull your wounds is no bueno. It doesn’t last, it never lasts, ever, & sadly, every junkie always gets to that moment when the drugs are almost gone, down to maybe a hit left, then gone, nothing, & you tell yourself, “I got this, I can beat it; just need a few days of detox, & I’m good to go.” Ummmmmmm…that’s a hard “NO,” NO NO NO…that NEVER works, ever, so maybe the best bet for all of you reading this, is to just never do drugs. 99 out of 100 lose the war, so do you honestly believe that you would be the one to get out completely? Ah, the junkie mind, the priorities so out of whack, & all that matters, is that phrase, “getting well.” Until next time dear readers, rewind the tape & peep my last few posts prior to this one. Get your respective selves all caught up. I could keep going, I could always keep going, write-write-writing about life, but I have a book to work on, so I can’t spend all my time on these random thought-articles I post, nor the Foozers, not until my book is done. Like I said, there’s PLENTY to go backwards in time on to find some enlightenments here in my opus of sorts. Find the “SEARCH” query, type in anything, ANYTHING, & a few fish will always bite. Over 6000 pages here…oh yes, that’s right, you heard me, SIX-THOUSAND PAGES of my madness, transcribed for all of you of course, & for none of you at all. That is the way, & I abide the truth. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
My oh my, what has happened to my “daily” article regimen? Well, dear readers, to be honest, it all fell apart, much like the rest of my life, so essentially, it was right on cue(pun intended). It hasn’t fallen apart, my writing that is, because I’ll always have this seemingly useless gift, but as far as my daily routine, I have to bang out around 13 articles or so to catch up. I plan on doing it, but I hate making plans, because every time I do, without fail, my plans go askew, & in the end, the mission isn’t accomplished. Welcome to mid-life failure in real time. I know, I know, believe me, I know, that comparing one’s self to others & their respective successes is a negative behavioral trait. It’s not like I do it intentionally, mind you, but at my age, when I see other people my age, even the really haggard ones, they’re all doing better than yours truly. Even the slimy gamma goblins that come into my dispensary, they’re atrocious, but at least they can all afford to buy weed, & I cannot, even if I still smoked it, I cannot swing a bag of weed right now. Point being, I’ve lost everything to the point of not even being able to buy a bag of weed. The world appears to have gone way ahead of & beyond me. I don’t know what happened, honestly, because sometimes it’s as if I am just observing some 3D version of myself that did things that the now-me had no control over, as if I am on auto-pilot, but the navigator. The captain, however, is the one, the Great Trickster, the action-film man, the used-car salesman, the nothing, the nobody, the no legacy, the lifetime of grinding, at the expense of the navigator. As I sit here, confident I am the navigator yet again, I can only watch with great anxiety as to what the captain might do next.
It’ll be interesting when/if, 2030 gets here, oh wait, scratch that, when 2031 gets here I meant, because of course, if Agenda 2030 is real, & goes according to plan, 2030 is obviously the end goal year, so no one can truly definitively speculate that Agenda 2030 is/is not real until the year officially ends. I say this, I say that, I’ve gone over their depopulation plan ad nauseam, & I think it’s time to stop, because one, nothing can stop the inevitable future, & two, no one cares. At this rate, thanks to the AI that has me shadowbanned across the entire internet, I’m lucky to get 50 views a day, which is relatively nothing. Just a navigator, like I said, & since the AI is already advanced enough to write articles like this in a matter of seconds, as well as censor any human that shares TRUTH, promotes TRUTH, & exposes TRUTH, your recently-humbled narrator is fucked. What would my purpose be if all of the information was pumped out through the AI?
Read this, then read it again, so you understand…THE AI IS MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN YOUR SO-CALLED “RULING ELITES” TELL YOU VIA THEIR BOUGHT-& PAID FOR MAINSTREAM FAKE NEWS MEDIA. THE AI KNOWS ALL OF YOUR FACES, ALL OF YOUR HABITS, HOW MANY STEPS YOU TAKE IN A DAY, & THIS AI IS EXPONENTIALLY GETTING MORE ADVANCED WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. I AM IN THE AI’S POCKET, AS IN I HAVE NO WAY OUT, BECAUSE IT KNOWS MY FACE & HAS ME IN A FOLDER FOR “THOUGHT-CRIMINALS,” ALONG WITH ANYONE/EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS NO FEAR NOR WILL EVER BEND THE KNEE TO A ROGUE COMMUNIST DEATH CULT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GET IT? GOT IT? WUNDERBAR.
Ugh, I have got to write about something else; maybe I’ll write a story, a short story, I don’t know. I’m always so tired, & those messages I’ve written about before, those supposed “channeled” messages, often mention that unusual fatigue is a result of the bombardment of galactic light energy from the Great Central Sun in the middle of the galaxy. Just like those messages, I don’t claim to believe, nor disbelieve in these “new-agey” things. I simply find it interesting, & obviously, I’d like it to be true, but I also am well-aware of how the powers-that-be utilize numerous mind control operations on the public, without you ever knowing. Honestly, I’d be curious to see the stack & stacks of data collected by alphabet agencies like the CIA, all pertaining to “public mind control.”
It goes all the way to the television programming, from your first day of school, until your family goes to a funeral home to pick out your coffin, it’s all based on mass control. This entire life, this existence, there are things going on behind the scenes that would shock most of you. This goes so deep, so abysmally deep, that there’s no stopping it, no altering the course, because most people have been successfully programmed, while those of us who resist it, get exiled, digitally for now, but in the not-so-distant future, maybe literally. That, or they’ll round us up for “re-education,” then shoot us in the backs of our heads. I say “us,” but I mean “you,” because no matter what, if I suspect they’re coming for me to execute me, I’ll survive, or I’ll fight before tyrannical scum shoot me in cuffs in the back of my head like cowards. Nonetheless, before I go any further into TangentTown, I’m gonna warp this one up. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. What else can I say? What little quote can I pop up this time. Never fully “believe” in anything, for this is all an illusion, remember? So sayeth FisH™…🎏
What a life, what a life this life has lived up to, now at this middle-age, assuming I make it to old age. Unfortunately , the marathon just backed up 25 years or so, I’m starting me alllllllllllll the way back at square one. Of course, if I were actually in my early 20s, it would be great right, starting over?…but regrettably for yours truly, I am not. I don’t have time to start back at the rockiest rock bottom ever, so I suppose I’ll just spend the rest of my miserable days slinging shitty weed to automatonic customers who are so unbelievably ill-informed about what they’re doing, it’s almost a joke on top of a joke. The main joke would be back to doing this nonsense again, after 6 weeks quitting no less, & the other joke being that I can barely tolerate these “patients” now, but I’d love customers like these back in the day, ones that paid whatever I told them the price was, as well as assumed that because I say it’s good, it’s good. Despite this being a legal job, the dispensary is half-ass at best, it’s insanely disorganized, very ghettofied, & the weed sucks. It suh-hucks, & like I said, I don’t even smoke this shit anymore, but good God, one might think there’d be no room in Colorado for weed so low in quality. To my surprise & dismay though, not only is there a local market for it, these fucking people actually think it’s good. Blows the mind. Seriously, this is like some karmic time warp for me to make up for a past I had no control over. Going backwards, the world is backwards, it’s all fucking backwards here. Something is so…off, one could argue. Nonetheless, before I tangent off in the first paragraph, let’s get back to the naive people, all I wanted to say about that is that I suppose the power of suggestion is much stronger than most people realize.
Look at Covaids. Look what the pandemic did to people. It’s STILL showing effects from the mass-psychosis/hypnosis. Maybe it was mass hypno-psychosis. The television PROGRAMMING programmed the public to believe in a faux virus, & that they needed a jab, & what did they all do? Without doing any research for themselves, they panicked, put on 12 masks, rolled up their sleeves, & let eugenists, I mean “doctors,” jab a relatively untested science experiment, sold as a “vaccine,”into their bodies, which as I said from he start, will not do anything, except maybe shed the the sickness by weakening immune systems, & eventually kill people, but other than that. I know something about Covaids that most people don’t, but I’ll have to illustrate that more in a future post, or this one will end up being much longer than the average attention span. Now with the Coviads, just to finish, have you seen all the people collapsing & dying from “random heart attacks?” That’s the Covaids jab, believe it or not, I do not care, because I know what is doing it, & I know what it means to hold your ground, like I’ve done for the last 3 years, despite a whole world against me it seemed. Here to help, & the tv-watchers ostracize me. Like I said, it’s all backwards here in this 3d Clownworld. I swear, if it comes on the television, most people WILL comply, as if the television BROADCAST PROGRAMMING might not be what it seems, even though it’s right there in the words.
Free stream of consciousness, this paragraph is all just me tuning the dial, finding a station, holding the number 3 button on the radio’s face until it blinks, then letting these fingers fly, & what comes out, I never know, until I proofread my posts. Okay, ready?
I do know this, as much as it pains my soul, I do know this though, I hate where my life has gone & will go. I hate the ditch, the ditch in the doldrums, what if the cold concrete of the street comes? Gah, these depressing depths I have now sunk myself down into, with no more sunlight in sight. Where is the sun? I should go walk the walks of Kerouac; he used to live here for God’s sake, why not? Or Neal Cassidy? Either one. Maybe that’ll bring light down here. Nope, it’s too dark, much too dark down here, dark as a pissed-off squid, in more ways than one could guess, but I just know it’s darkness all around me, surrounding me, trying to suffocate me. There’s a good quip, like an impetus quip; I know that there can be a light in the darkness, & never vice-versa. Oh but look, my light in this darkness is barely holding on. Only a flicker, like a lighter in a tornado. If I run out of light bulb juice, the light turns off, so for some reason, despite all of this depravity & degeneracy within this darkness, I keep this silly little flicker flicking. I don’t know why, don’t even care why anymore, & in fact, I don’t feel a God-damned thing as I walk down an endless flight of stairs, these liminal checkerboard marble stairs. Nope, total numbness, no handrail, just one step, another step, one step, another step, through an Escherian maze that goes nowhere but seems to go everywhere.
I am intentionally avoiding the news for a week starting today. I just don’t care anymore; the zeitgeist is a runaway snowball, picking up everything, while being steered by sinister forces atop the power pyramid. Said snowball is carving a path that for them, one that is analogous to a super-highway, but for the rest of us, it’s like we all own a little house…look at all of our millions of little houses, right in the path of that super-highway the globalist elites want. The snowball is Katamarian; it picks up everything, consumes everything it touches, so our little pink houses, are getting gobbled up, while their super-highway is plowing a path for them to have total global dominion when it’s complete. The analogy works in my head, & hopefully, you can picture that one too. it’s clever, however I admit, kind of nebulous, but again, I digress.
From this day forward, until December 31st, 2030, this nascent hell on Earth is going to become the Las Vegas of hell on Earth. It will be absolute sin city, like Pandemonium in Paradise Lost, a city of demons, run by demons, inhabited by demons & their minions, yes, humans totally enslaved, it’s going to be quite malevolent. Maybe the Antichrist will have made his presence known by then. Maybe there WILL be some kind of Divine reckoning. The way it’s going, sadly, is not very promising that it will be the latter. God has seemingly left the building, then left the state, & can you blame Him for doing so? Look around for fuck’s sake…this is some new-age dystopian nightmare. Some famous futurists wrote about things that were like this, but none of them captured its exact essence, but several came close. The reality is more like an amalgamation of Orwell, Huxley, Rand, & although none of them hit it perfectly on the head singularly, as I said, if you combined the main plots of their works, out would be birthed this modern day idiocracy we are all stuck in, like rats on a ship that’s destined to sink. Only when this boat finally ceases to float, the ones piloting it will try to take as many of us to the bottom with it, as in dusks below the crashing waves.
Nope, this cannot go on, but when will it finally hit critical mass, when sociodynamics become fully manifest, which way will it go? Don’t expect those of us in the peasantry down here to come out on top, because we won’t, for reasons I just suggested, but mainly because we will always allow them to divide us. Try to imagine everyone in this world, or even just this country, dropping the qualms they’ve been programmed to believe that keep us divided. Imagine if EVERYONE, despite all the fucked-up shit going on in their lives, just suddenly united to take down this small circle of fiends who are in charge. There’s so many more of us, & we could do it in a day, but the division & the notions of division are so deeply engrained now in the general populous, that there is just no way possible to stop the inevitable.
There’s no way to turn a ship around, when half the people are steering starboard while the other half are steering port. Now stick a propaganda machine between both sides of the steerers, & the hatred festers until it erupts into violence. All the while, while the boat starts sinking & the steerers are fighting, each side at the other’s throats, the captain, the staff, & all the guests in the “upper-class” part of the ship are busy boarding lifeboats. They know they’ll b safe if/when the ship sinks, but us, we’re fucked, because we’re too busy fighting one another to go out onto the main deck to see the iceberg that the ship just smashed into. I know, I know, these analogies are a bit all over the place, but you all get the point, yes? The point is: if you’re not among the so-called “ruling elites,” the clock is ticking…maybe 5 years for some of us, but many will be gone before that. A hot World War 3, another plandemic, except one that actually kills people on contact, a staged “space event,” with Project Blue Beam being the center-point, & most people believing & abiding that it’s real, is that the future? It doesn’t matter what scenario I illustrate here, doesn’t matter at all. Nothing we amongst the low-lifes do really matters, nor did it ever. Much time has been wasted, utterly thrown in the trash, & in my case, left me with a head full of knowledge, on an island unto myself.
Total emptiness…I recall the guy on the street, with no family anymore, no friends, working a taxed dead-end job for rubles & ones, with an overpriced iphone never rings, unless it’s a bill collector or some bullshit 800 number, so why do this, why continue if it’s just misery to even exist, what is there to live for? For him, nothing, & for me, of course there’s my cat Milo, & I live for him; he’s it, all yours truly has, my only best little friend, & for him, yes I continue on. If he wasn’t here though, I’d probably die in a shootout robbing a bank. I’ve always thought it would be fun to pull off, if even just once, but since I’ve never actually done it, I’d most-likely fuck it up somehow. The cops would be silently notified, & just as I exit the bank, I’d hear, “Get down, get down on the fucking ground now!!!” I’d naturally have to draw my gun, because fuck going to prison, & as soon as I did, a volley of shots would sound off, as lead projectiles going 5000mph tear through my chest, piercing my heart & lungs & such, more-or-less killing me instantly. I actually know a guy that all of this happened to more-or-less. He had been successful, in many scores, but on this occasion, things went wrong. Alarms were tripped, people got jumpy, & my friend ended up getting away, but his partner did not, & instead of leaving the scene with all of the cash & a clean getaway, he turned around, & went back to get his bank-robbery buddy. Admirable, right? The cops had the place surrounded already though, & a shootout broke out. My friend went walking right at police, unloading clips like some bonus scene from Reservoir Dogs, bullets whizzing everywhere. His partner was already hit & down, so my friend had decided he would go out in a maelstrom of lead & bang-bangs. Then he got hit, POP, hit again, & again, & again, POP POP POP, & he collapsed to the ground. As the cops walked up, they saw the guns my friend had were on the ground, away from him, & he was dying, but still alive, so they emptied several more rounds into him at relative point-blank, trying to kill him, one shot even hitting him in the balls. Guess what? THEY STILL DID NOT KILL HIM, 9 times shot, & my friend lived, went to the hospital, went through a hellish surgery, just to save his life so that he could do time, & spend the rest of his bank-robbing life in jail. Fucked up story, isn’t it? It’s true though, & I talk to this friend all the time. He’s a savage, not to be fucked with.
He’s a good dude though, with a good soul, not all criminals are bad people, as not all laws or just, & we all know how fucked up the “justice” system in the USSA has become. 2 tiers, one for us, the peasantry, & then one for the so-called “ruling elites.” This 2-tiered justice system has gone so askew, that they don’t even hide the fact that it IS a 2-tiered justice system. Nope, they just blatantly treat those deemed “elite” with proverbial kid gloves, on national television, while you & I get proverbially punched in the face with a weighted boxing glove if we are charged with similar crimes. Oh yes, make no mistake, if one of us amongst the general populous committed insider trading in the open, cheated on our taxes on record, abused people, & even murdered people, we’d be in federal prison. Not these elites though, oh no no no…for them, it’s a picnic, & what’s worse, they come out on television trying to dictate to the regular folks how to act, what to say, who to be, ugh, it’s all just so pathetic, it makes you wanna scream until a glass breaks. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. IT’S CALLED “PROGRAMMING” FOR A RESON. This is why I am not going to be turning on the news for a week, maybe more. Don’t know, don’t care, & I’m going to avoid all of my media for a week to detox my head from looking at the news, the breaking news, the fake news, anything “news,” is no more for at least a week for me, possibly more, depending on how my head feels after the week of no-news-isolation.
We don’t want to communicate with anyone/anything, if we want to be 110% honest here. NOTHING, I am done talking to people any more than I have to. Why? That’s easy, because most people are soul-suckers, yet aren’t aware of it, because it’s all occurring subconsciously, & when they go out in public, their programmed NPC selves suck the energy from everyone. Fat people are notorious for doing this. Think about physically, their obesity it itself, so fat they have their own gravitational field, which is not total hyperbole, because just like a gravity field, their chubby orb-like stature, pulls energy toward it, YOUR energy, getting pulled toward the fatty, just like a planet does to an asteroid. Also, it’s mentally, which extends beyond the fatties, as there are many, MANY psychic vampires, so to speak, who exist to do one thing, suck up light energy into their own darkened souls. Some do it intentionally, but many do it without even realizing they’re doing it.
Unfortunately, for yours truly, I sense it, all of it, & it’s always trying to pull at me, & by always, unless I am in a room alone with my cat, I have to continually be on guard, so no soul-suckers suck my soul. Say that fast 6 times, “So no soul-suckers suck my soul.” I jest, but they do, & these sort of notions are the foundation of my will to keep going, I suppose, because there has to be some meaning in my being here at all. I can’t let them beat me. There has to be something, right?…was Camus right/wrong when he talked about the meaningless of life is what gives life meaning, in his book The Myth of Sisyphus? It’s all so absurd, yes, & if God, any God, has forsaken you to be a drone-like slave, why go on? Why not just off one’s self? Camus discusses that too, & feel free to red for yourself, but personally, I think that sure, you could end your own life, & maybe it was always an option & you just get clean slate restart, you might think…but what if there is a mental hell after death? Not pitchforks & a giant frozen Lucifer hell, that’s all medieval fear porn, but some kind of mental hell, one that you put yourself into when you take your own life, what if that happens? It’s a lot to chance. Or what if you restart, only to have to do it all over again, like putting a record back onto the same song, when you abruptly end the song as it was playing? The song has to finish, before you can go on to the next one, which is another reason why taking your own life is not worth the risk you could face in the afterlife. The odds say so at least, statistical analysis isn’t objective, so again, the risk is just too favorable for the house, not one’s self, should one choose to take their own live by thine own hand.
Geez Louise, I’ve done it yet again, look at this. Like 5 pages of my drivel, & I should re-title this, “Back Behind Bars,” as opposed to, “Back Behind the Bar,” since let’s equate this dismal life to an un-ending incarceration of sorts. Life of solitary confinement: when you’re exiled from the digital town square, your friends are all dead, you have no family anymore, the money has gone back to the money-printers, you sleep on the floor, you have to liberate food to eat, you do a job that a trained monkey could do, you’ve wasted your whole life in a state of delusion & arrested development, after a youth full of abuse at all levels, you have zero hope, a weak skill set at best, no aspirations for a future that is sure to end up dystopian, & isolation has made you alien to the public. Yes, one’s own prison cell, with a little logo carved into the wall via a brick scratcher made out of old elongated toenails. Mine’s a fish, recognize. This is a world that has turned from a once-lush garden into a burned-out bushy mess. Only within a few years too, with the AI riding up fast as a leading dark horse. For yours truly, it’s been a complete 180, & I’m going to spend the rest of this ridiculous life selling legal dirt weed to unappreciative ratchet customers, but I guess that’s what I’ll have to do. Doesn’t matter though, nothing does, & as I said, why should it, why should a Godless 3d matrix mean anything to anyone? It’s all about money for most, money money money, chasing that money, & I just cannot abide it. I’m not even sure why, but my soul just doesn’t understand an artificially constructed currency, particularly something as atrocious as paper monopoly money, backed by literally nothing, & handed out to the people in the power pyramid like Pez on Halloween, while everyone else is forced to slave for it, all thanks to an illusion of scarcity. It’s NOT right, none of this is right, none of this is natural, but yet it continues, & it even grows, pulling more & more & more people into the depravity of power through dynamically corrupt & unprecedented means of wealth acquisition,
As usual, I have digressed into some dark waters, & I must end this diatribe now. Until next time dear readers, yours truly might be from another planet, one where money, & internets, & cell phones, & tyrannical power pyramids do not exist. Certainly not the first three, but it’s very difficult to incarnate on a planet that has no power pyramid. I think that most “sentient” entities biologically establish a hierarchy, whether intentional or not, to ultimately establish order, but here on earth, it’s an illusion. It’s an illusion they perpetrate & maintain, being taught so from birth, under the pseudo-guise that humans with free will must be controlled by those born to a higher station then they are. Again, these are illusions, all indoctrinated during the respective childhoods of varying members of the special bloodlines throughout the world. Generation after generation, they build their dynasties into empires. Someone without a family can only imagine what that’s like, to have a family, especially a family with power & wealth, imagine the possibilities, the obstacles you would never have to worry about, how far you could take your life, without ever worrying about money, so many fucking advantages, & you don’t have to be evil even if your family name is, unless…
…suppose that there’s a secret all elite family members share. Maybe there’s some great cosmic dark secret that they all share to retain the power they possess. Could there be one truth, one definitive solid truth, that keeps them, & us, really separate? Not talking about the caste system, no no, nothing like that; I am talking about the bloodlines. These people are all pedigreed, like a dog, & they have papers documenting their lineage. If you don’t have papers, you’re just another mutt, & you’re due to be sterilized & euthanized at some point in the not-so-distant future. Is that their true goal? Maybe I’m wrong, yes, I could be totally wrong, & all of this is a paranoid delusion. Perhaps a lobotomy would do me well, & if it were 75 years ago, let’s say, my parents, being the way they are, most likely would’ve used their insurance to lobotomize me in my youth, only to throw me into The Cuckoo’s Nest for the rest of my life. I would be just like Murphy, the only sane one in a world gone insane, & deemed as a “mental patient,” eventually frying my brain. Nope, no more dinners with the fam for the black sheep; those days are forever gone. So much wasted time, so much time, wasted. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™ 🎏
Well, well, well…this guy…this fucking guy above me…What the hell is going on with these so-called judges in this country? Can they make the dual “justice” system a little more obvious? Sheesh. If it had been anyone who so much as leans to the right, they’d be in federal prison learning jailhouse rules so they can keep their butthole tight, but I digress. Okay, where was I? Oh yes, THIS guy. In case you’re not aware, & if you aren’t, you’re lucky in a way, because your mind is clear from the programming, but most of us keep on the news, even the fake news. I, & I’m definitively speaking for myself & only myself, have an incessant need to watch this artificial snowball-zeitgeist like a hungry hawk, as it gathers mass before it flys off of the mountain. I am arguably addicted, addicted to finding out the real truth about this planet, & all across the internet, there’s diamonds, diamonds of news, REAL news, where the REAL information is, you just have find it. I don’t even really know why I do this though. Maybe because it’s like a quest, a quest to find the meaning of life, & information gathering helps, but it fills your mind with a million little facts that more-often-than not are useless, as you search & search for the real treasure.
Nonetheless, let’s try not to shift gears & get off track; the focus of this article is on Hunter Biden, son of the current POTUS Joe Biden. You might remember him from a series of pornographic photos featuring Hunter, various prostitutes hanging all over him, doing footplay, oh, & several grams at a time being smoked of crack or meth, can’t forget to mention that. Hard to tell from what I’ve seen if it’s coke or meth, but they did find a bag of cocaine in the White House recently, so maybe it was straight-up crack, crack cocaine, concentrated cocaine, just like high fructose corn syrup, the crack of sugar. Ever wonder why fat people are fatter in this country than in any other country? Easy, because we put high fructose corn syrup in a lot of products, & people get addicted to it, just like any other drug. They crave it, go into withdrawals without it, then eat more. It’s banned in most countries, except the once mighty USA, & the reason for this is that the USA is now a testing ground for various eugenic think tanks, who look into the future, & contemplate how they’re going to systematically slaughter 85-90% of us by the year 2030. If you think things are bad now, just wait, the train hasn’t even left the station yet. Watch & see. Or don’t, & turn off your television, do your thing, & when the storm comes, hopefully you’ll be self-savvy enough to ride it out.
Back to the article, Hunter Biden is basically getting a little slappy-slap on the wrists for his numerous crimes, crimes that would land any of us into some shithole prison cell. For Hunter though, nope, he gets a pass, & not just any pass, as his plea deal includes “immunity from future punishment.” How bout them apples? Are you seeing the truth here? I know, I know, I would like more information too, so be sure to click the links in this article to read more. I put those here for all of you to use as a diving board when you jump down your respective rabbit holes, looking for more, always looking for more to deep dive in to. I don’t care about this fucking piece of shit, Hunter Biden, but I DO care about the way these so-called “ruling elites” get exceptionally reduced sentences when they commit crimes, despite what the evidence says. It’s this simple: if they are needed to be found guilty, & there’s no way to buy out the case, they’ll get a pissy little sentence and/or maybe probation, but to protect their demonic friends, they will occasionally take one all the way down, as a sacrificial lam of sorts. Hunter Biden is too significant to receive the latter treatment, so he’s just going to get a bullshit sentence, perhaps some community service, a little probation, no jail time whatsoever, a fine, & then he’s on his way, with future immunity from prosecution for any of his crimes. How fucked up is that? What else can I say though?
Nothing will happen to change it, no Divine reckoning, NOTHING, so what can be done? Is yours truly scribbling down these words going to help at all? Nope, & the AI could’ve write this in a fraction of the time it takes me to do my articles. I’m a ghost, basically obsolete, because human writers mean nothing, truth-seeking thought criminals, we regular folks, we mean nothing, to the supposed “ruling elites,” & because we are “nothing,” nothing to them, but not to us, obviously. They can use the judicial system to make sure that We The People are punished to the fullest extent of the law. If you’re one of the “elites” however, you only deal with what I illustrated earlier. You get the plea deal for a tiny punishment, & that’s it, but had it been one of us, with the same charges, we’d be beyond bankrupt from lawyer fees, & the eventual public defender, because you’re broke, will do nothing to prevent you from getting straight-up prison time for the crimes Hunter Biden committed. You’d be sentenced, publicly scolded, & exiled to 23 in & 1 out conditions. You’d be surrounded by rapists, murderers, institutionalized psychopaths, like hell on earth, but that’s where YOU go. Hunter, he gets to go home, & stay/be home, with no prison time, a silly little probationary period that means nothing, a free luxury rehab setup, & that’s it, that’s the punishment for him, & I’m sure you can see the difference in the 2-tiered justice system, yes? There’s so many examples of this too, throughout history, & the key is to DYOR, Do Your Own Research, to discover for YOU, not for my broke black ass. Until next time dear readers, what do we do? We Do Our Own Research, because it’s easy to read summaries & short editorial diatribes, but to be complete, one MUST do the work, look things up, look everything up if you want, read about anything you don’t know, there’s so much access, so much information, out here in the digital ether, for free, you just have to look for those diamonds. Free your mind. They’ve taken everything from me, everything from us, except our words, our hearts, & our mind, so guess what? We win. So sayeth FisH™ 🎏
I don’t believe in man-made global warming. Sure, there’s a lot of humans, that DO cause a lot of damage, but if you go out a few hundred miles into space, & look down, you can’t even see us, unless you see the city lights at night, which actually strengthens my argument, because then you get a good look as to how small we actually are, & how spaced out we are on top of that. There are YUGE sections of this world still that are entirely uninhabited by modern man, places we haven’t ever even been yet, & if you account for the oceans, which are around 80% unexplored I think, & make up ¾ths of the Earth’s surface, that leaves A LOT of area on the planet that we don’t even nor haven’t even touched. Thus, “man-made global warming,” from a strictly common sense point-of-view, is total rubbish, & yet another lie perpetrated by the so-called “ruling elites” to instill fear among the global populous & retain control over the people that they think they lead & rule. I know, I know, common sense seems to have gone out the door these days, despite a technologically-advanced modern world, where one can simply type a few keywords into a search engine, & look the facts up for themselves. However, many people still, STILL, tend to believe what the television tells them to believe unfortunately, rather than do their own research, & as sad as that notion is, it continues to be the way of the majority of the general planetary population, & so, in addition to the other means of control-through-fear tricks that the aforementioned ruling elites use to hold power over the masses, the “man-made global warming” scam is just one in a line-up of sinister agendas that many waste time & energy foolishly believing in, but serves only to keep them distracted while their masters attain more dominion over the people, & in turn, over the entire planet.
Now, however, let’s not confuse “man-made global warming” with “man-made weather modification“. I happen to think the latter is used by the powers-that-be against us regular folks, in order to not only push their “global warming” hustle, but also to test run, if you will, various methods of decimating rural, as well as strategic populations, only to blame it on the “man-made climate change,” that we the people are changing with our supposed wasteful & destructive behaviors, never incurring any blame themselves, because as I said, the goal is to blame US. It’s all so much sheneniganery, sinister sheneniganery, with think-tanks composed of eugenically brilliant minds that ultimately want to fulfill their end-goal depopulation agenda. “Remove the mouth-breathers, & there’d be more room on the planet for we elites & our bloodlines,” is their esoteric mantra. Oh yes, there’s most certainly two distinct groups in this world, them & us, the herders, & the herded. I’ve often wondered what the world must be like from the point-of-view of the “herders,” the ones that look at most of the population…as well, human cattle, as there’s not there real way to describe us, from their perspective. It’s a totally different view then the view from our side, their view being that we are here to be led by leaders we don’t elect, & when we think they’re voting to “elect” them, they’re really just s-electing them, as if there was ever any choice on our end. Nope, voting is as big a sham as the lottery, & you never win either one. There is only an illusion of choice, as is the case, more-often-than-not. Lots of illusions, lots of echoes, lots of shadows, all assumed by the masses to be real, like some planet-wide Platonian Cave. Doesn’t matter when a scant few us leave said Cave, venture to the real reality outside, & proclaim back down to the rest of the prisoners, “Come out here into the real world, where the truth shines like the Sun overhead, where things are real, & sounds are real, & not the shadows & echoes your masters have tricked you into believing are real. The truth will set you free. Please, fellow prisoners, chained to your digital devices, COME OUTSIDE!” Do they listen though?…nope, usually they do not, & what’s worse, they call you names, they deem you a deceiver, & even threaten you with a figurative death, should you not shut your mouth & continue to allow them exist, chained to their own false beliefs, never realizing that “existing,” is not living, not living at all.
As it pertains to the weather, however, since that is the title of this article, the powers-that-be have utilized the fake news propaganda machine to hijack words & phrases, in this case “climate change,” to mean the same thing as their “man-made global warming” pseudo-expression, as if the climate doesn’t change all the time via nothing to do with mankind or our “wastefully destructive behaviors.” In fact, the climate changes 4 times a year in most inhabited places, & we call that “seasons,”…duh, but like I referred to earlier, in Clownworld 2023, numerous words & phrases have been essentially hijacked, taken over to mean what these societal think tanks think they should mean, as opposed to universal & respectively literal definitions. Yes, it’s about as Orwellian as it gets, & because these idiocratic bureaucrats never face any consequences, they just keep crossing the line & moving the goalpost at will, in order to keep winning a game that they only win through systematic manipulation, which adds up to basically cheating. Of course, we all know, life is not fair, far from it, but this “man-made global warming” nonsense, along with all of the other bullshit agendas being utilized against the public at large, takes unfairness to a whole new level, especially when you consider all of the combined facets that the “herders” undertake to keep the ‘herded” suppressed & controlled, for if the “herded” were to all awaken at once & realize what has/is/will continue to be done to them, we could end the mass control mechanism at once, & take this planet back for ourselves. Sadly, the so-called “ruling elites” study the ancient art of “divide & conquer,” many from birth, as well as the ideology that they are the “herders,’ so it’s virtually in their blood, & therefore, they abide it accordingly from their various power positions in the hierarchy of the Great Power Pyramid. Yes, while most of the population, the “herded,” are indoctrinated thanks to the public school system, the other side is busy learning how to control the indoctrinated ones, & so it goes, has gone now, & will continue to go, for generation after generation, as far back as the Roman Times, & well beyond that too.
Like I mentioned, there’s a split in the planetary population, the herded & the herders, & the herded, US, outnumber the herders by a great majority, a massive majority in fact. The herders, however, split the herded, keep us constantly divided, the Hegelian dialectic working to perfection in real-time, & because they keep us herded ones divided, we will never be free from The Great Mouse Trap that they keep us all running through from the day we inhale our first breath, until the day we exhale our last. Run left, run right, left, right, left, right, back around & do it all over again little mice, because the more we stay split between left turns & right turns, the more the trappers run straight over the top of us, laughing all the while as we run run run, so caught up in our own debt-enslavement that we can never find the exit out. Make no mistake, yours truly is caught in this Great Mouse Trap, the same as most of you, more so even, as I am totally broke, & lost all of my resources in the controlled-demolition market crashes in 2022. Yep, everything I worked so hard for, all gone & then some, just as easy as grabbing a little mouse by the tail, pulling it from the Great Mouse Trap, & shaking it by its writhing tail, little legs kicking, until everything falls out, then throwing it back into the maze, with nothing left except those little legs to keep it running left, right, left, right, until its dead. We mean nothing, nothing to them, as is the way with most of us mice, we herded little mice, stuck in this labyrinthian cave, with no way out, no hope, nowhere to left to run, except left, then right, left, right, endlessly chasing the table scraps of printed Monopoly left but the herder maze-masters. Simultaneously, they print the same said money, for themselves of course, not for any of the little mice, who spend their lives killing themselves for it.
It’s a very dark, very malevolent game, & in fact, it’s only a “game” from the herder perspective, & certainly not for any of us herded ones. Does this feel like a “game” to you? I have trouble thinking of ti as such, but maybe I should. The great Alan Watts devoted a lot of his orations to the notion of “playing the game,” as if life were that simple for all of us. Unfortunately, & although I enjoy listening to him, he spoke those words from a bubble, a celebrity bubble he placed his pulpit into, once he became famous all over the world for his books & lectures & such. Fame gets you out of The Great Mouse Trap, you see. Fame, & even infamy sometimes, can get you that Golden Ticket to set you free. We could ALL be free, & there’s way more than enough abundance to achieve this in this world, more than enough to go around & then some, but the false illusion of scarcity, is yet another trick used by the people-herders to keep them high atop their guarded gates, & the rest of us down at the bottom of the Wishing Well, hoping to win that un-winnable lottery someday, because most of the herded have been made to believe there isn’t enough for everyone. Along with the inclination that humanity is responsible for said scarcity, as well as these bizarre climate anomalies lately, the illusions just stack & stack upon us all, like a high-rise building, stacking higher & higher, reaching into the sky, all built on a foundation of lies. It would only take one day, ONE DAY, of a united humanity, to take these elitist globalist one-world-order people herding soulless scum down, demolishing the illusions down to the ground. Will we ever stop maintaining our own self-division to realize this as a unified whole for a change, though? Don’t hold your breath, for if the so-called “ruling elites” ever sense that we might come together, united as us versus them, they will orchestrate something from their big book of contingency plans to ensure that we never do join hands & shout from the mountaintops all at once, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH…NO MORE!!!” Like I said though, don’t hold your breath waiting for that day to come. On that note, this article is done. Believe me, I don’t “enjoy,” for lack of a better word, knowing what I know, & this mind of mine, proves quite burdensome most times, but it’s the “hand I’ve been dealt,” as the saying goes, & I suppose I am stuck with it, until I get lightning-struck into a lobotomy, if that event ever comes to pass. Since the odds of winning a fake lottery are statistically greater than getting stuck by a bolt of lightning, there’s simply no way to win this game, but as I mentioned earlier, the great Alan Watts said in so many words, “Just play the game,” & thus, what choice do I have? So sayeth FisH™🎏
I wish I knew what these dreams that I am having mean. They are just so real, so real that I don’t want to come back here to this wicked 3d waking world. I am totally somewhere else, with people I know, & know well, in places I know, & also know well, yet I have never been to these places or met these people ever in the “real” world. What is “real?” In these dreams, these places & people are more “real” than in this world, so again, what does “real” even mean? I have tried & tried & tried to find answers via my own research, & it seems that I am alone with this, because I cannot find anything helpful information about what these dreams I am having mean. One would think that there’d be at least one, ONE other person that has written about these things, & if any of you can find that person, or ARE that person, please comment below. Not holding my breath though, & I don’t need a safety blanket, because these dreams & visions are happening so often now, I have no question as to the fact that it IS definitely happening for some reason. I just like information, reasonings, definitions, meanings, but as with everything else in this world, I will have keep digging my own El Chaponian tunnel until I dig up the truth.
Some kind of vehicle, like a Segway, or a 4-wheeler maybe, liminal school, the buildings, the hallways, the rules, gah, it’s fading fast, where was I? There was a girl, was it the girl? The hallways, those endless concave hallways, concave from my fish-eyed eyes, or from the curvature of the globe we all stand upon, who knows? It’s all faded so fast now. Gah, when they fade, they fade like a sunset at the very end. Seems like it’s taking awhile, then at the very end, it just drops below the horizon for the night. Sometimes I catch them, sometimes I don’t, & if I do not write them down immediately, the timer begins. What I DO recall, however, is waking up, waking up back back here on prison planet, again, & being disappointed, you could say, once again, that I was pulled away, soul-sucked away from that place, & those people, before being able to adequately map it out. Don’t get confused, I don’t want to go to sleep, & not wake up, not yet anyway. I just want more time there, more time to roam around, to explore, to understand, & those kinds of things. The fascination with the notion that I somehow know these people, these places, & I understand it all, is arguably possessing me, in a way. It can’t mean nothing, because if it did, none of THIS would mean anything, considering how it seems just as real as this world, more so even. One difference is that at least I remember things from the dreams in this world, because when I am in my subconscious dream state, when I am there, I have ZERO recollection of being in this world at all. None.
I feel like I had a better inkling of how to illustrate this most recent one, in a much better manner, but damn if I haven’t forgotten most of it. There’s flashes, little pictures, but the plot, the premise, the people, wherever I was, it’s as gone as a passing storm. Doesn’t matter, I know I’ll go back, but when, when will I go back? I have no control, no control over these visions, these dreams, and/or any other abilities that I occasionally get little tastes of. Just surface-level abilities that all humans should know like second nature, yet we don’t, not anymore. What have the dark ones reduced us to? We’re one math problem above the apes; how has it come to this, how has humanity sunk this low? Yours truly included, I’m no smarter than any of you, quite the contrary in fact. If I didn’t have this, these parlor tricks with words, what would I have? Or these dreams, these visions, is that even anything out of the ordinary? What else would I have? I can’t find anything/anyone else who is having these experiences, & not from lack of looking, rest assured of that. I can’t enhance my lost abilities, only make the most out of the bread crumbs into a loaf. I’ve been up past the witching hours, every single night, until 5am or so, & then passing out as the shining Sun comes up, lucky to sleep until 9am. Within that time though, these dreams come, these epic sagas in my subconscious. Do you ever wonder if you are dead, but do not know it? I had the thought cross my mind, not more than a week ago, so I looked it up, & this is what I found:
Yes, after reading that link, I figured I was still alive, unless it’s a really elaborate trick to pop up a website “reassuring” me that I am not. Wouldn’t surprise me, hardly anything does anymore. Doesn’t matter, dead or not, I’m still stuck in this waking world of 3d artificiality. Funny how the internet never pops up in my dreams, because the internet is the AI, “artificial intelligence,” in an artificial reality, just like cell phones, & money, none of these things appear in dreams, because they’re all artificial constructs. Even cars, now that I think about it. Do I ever see cars in these dreams? I’m not sure that I do, even though there was some kind of ATV type vehicle in that last one, it was definitely not a car. If we could truly fly, like the angels do, like I have in many of these dreams, as easy as walking, we surely wouldn’t need cars, would we? More artificiality, oh, another one, power lines, or electricity as we know it, never seem to notice it, because there’s abundant amounts of free energy that we should all be able to tap in to. Tesla knew about it, & Edison & his cronies in Washington shut it down. Free energy means no power bills, & we can’t have that now can we? They have taken a lot more form humanity than most people can fathom. Most seem to have no idea as to the true powers we humans once possessed, before our DNA was deactivated, & essentially destroyed, & there doesn’t appear to be any surefire way to RE-activate it, or to give it some juice, for lack of a better term. Maybe for the young ones, the kids, there’s a chance, & perhaps that’s why the so-called “ruling elites” do terrible things to children, to get their DNA power. The level of degeneracy amongst a certain fringe minority of the adult population across the globe, in regard to what they do to children, is absolutely demonic. Please God in Heaven, if you’re still up there, make sure these evil vile soulless humans who do those things to the children receive a special level of eternal torture when they get to Hell, if any of that is even real. Forgive me for my doubts, I just read a lot of things that seem to offer countless variations of what does/does not happen when one ends their time here on Planet Earth. The world seems to be controlled by wickedness, & the people in power positions atop the Great Pyramid appear to be soulless. What’s that all about? None of the makes sense. Everything here appears to be backwards & upside-down. Asking for friends too. We just want some answers. Enough is enough is enough. Humanity is tired, tired of being enslaved. That is all. So sayeth FisH™🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 