Wow, talk about mind blown, dang. I’m referring to the video linked below, because prior to watching this about an hour ago, I had never heard of this Kozyrev Mirror thing. One word: FASCINATING. Yes, quite fascinating, & so as I always do when I’m fascinated by something I’ve never heard of, I’m doing my own deep dive to learn more. Something ain’t right in this world…period. You can feel it, & hell, you can even see it now, if you use the right eyes. Do not be deceived; I know something is going on for fuck’s sake, something YUGE, but what that is, I do not know for sure yet. I’m always digging though, diving deeper & deeper, like I’m stuck in a Vivarium, with nowhere else to go. In fact, this wonky world almost IS a real-life Vivarium, for nearly everyone, & if you haven’t seen that movie, I HIGHLY recommend it. Regardless, check out the video below, if you are green on the Kozyrev Mirror phenomenon.
I’m not the first to speculate on this, I hope, but perhaps the powers-that-be are using various versions of Kozyrev Mirrors to alter future timelines to there own respective advantages, & we regular folks are living these changing timelines, in real time. The effects vary subjectively…some people are going insane, some people are turning to drugs, some people are exceptionally compliant, & some of us are just noticing these changes & wondering what dafuq is really going on in this world, because this doesn’t seem natural, does it? Like I said, maybe it’s just me, but this world has the stench of artificiality all over it, or maybe I’m just one of the ones going insane, but nonetheless, any of those scenarios could imply that they ARE, in fact, using these “magic mirrors” to jump into different timelines. I’d love to hear more on this, since I just discovered it myself recently, & have been ultra-fascinated since. Fire away mad lads…the FisH™ abides🎏
It’s that time again, dear reader. That’s right, the full moon happened last night, the full snow moon. Technically I was writing this last night, even though I didn’t finish until after midnight, thus making this article today’s Monday moon madness Fooze. Is it me, or does the Moon look bigger than it used to? I’ve been looking up at the Moon every night for the last 25ish years or so, weather permitting. I go out of my way to always notice the Moon if I can for just that reason, it seems to be getting bigger, or maybe just closer? I don’t know. Could the Moon really be moving closer? Would your globalist leaders tell you if it was?
Nope, probably not, not until it was so close it was obvious, & nothing could be done to hide the truth. There’s plenty of other “truths” about the Moon that could be being kept from all of you. There’s all kinds of theories, & if you’re a deep diver, you already know this. There’s the FACT that we never landed on the Moon. Not a theory, FACT. This one I believe 1000%, & why? There’s more evidence in my opinion that we did NOT land there, than anything proving that we did. I detailed this all in another post though, so if you want, type “moon” into my archive dive tab over there on the right to read an article, & probably several others, as I’ve written about the Moon on several occasions. I have another one though…would you like to know why the Moon is luminescent? No, it’s not from the Sun’s reflection, but it IS related to our Great Burning Ball of Light & Life.
Ever heard of The Electric Universe? Fascinating rabbit hole to jump into, & another “theory” that I happen to believe is totally accurate. I’m going to have to link a video for you, because it would take me 10 pages to explain it all, so I’m going to limit my own ramblings to the reason the Moon glows, & whatever else I digress into. Also, when I explain the “glowing Moon,” I’ll tell you how craters formed on the Moon as well. Hint: it’s NOT from millions of years of random bolide strikes. It’s much more interesting than that boring blahblah, & provably more feasible of an explanation as well. As I said earlier, it has to do with the Sun, yes, but NOT via its reflection, not directly at least, as many people assume to be true. The “reflection” from the Sun simply reinforces an event that happened long ago for us, but not so long ago for Father Time. Around 13000ish years ago, the last one of these “events” occurred, & I emphasize “last one,” because this event happens geologically frequently, in repeating cycles. It WILL happen again, it’s only a matter of when. What is this “event” I speak of, is the suspense growing?
Relax, there’s nothing fanciful about this “event,” well not in an exaggerated perspective at least, as there is plenty of evidence to prove said event occurs in a predictable NATURAL order, like everything else in the Universe. It’s part of a cycle, but a cycle much greater than our own individual lifespans, which makes it difficult to record this repeating “event” for future generations to be aware of. Unfortunately, when this “event” occurs, most life on the planet is eradicated, only to begin again from the few survivors. There could have been, & I think there definitely was, COUNTLESS advanced human civilizations here before us. Millions & millions of years of varying developed human populations, that go from the caves, to the stars, then back to the caves again, over & over, in this Great Cycle. Those few survivors from these previous civilizations pick up the pieces, after this grand “event” takes place, exiting the caves that protected them yet again, but grimly to begin once again from that proverbial square one, with sticks & rocks. Like I said, not much survives this “event,” biologically speaking anyway, but life always finds a way to continue on, as it always has. What is this “event” I keep referring to though? Sheesh, enough with the suspense already, WHAT IS THIS ELUSIVE “EVENT?”
Okay, here we go…this “event” last occurred around 13000 years ago, & what happened was this: The Sun, our Great Hot Ball of Gas, giver of Life & Light, is also a bringer of chaos & destruction from time to time. The “event,” is a nova, but not a supernova, a mini-nova, a flash of gas & debris, blasted 360 degrees form the Sun outward in all directions. When this mini-nova hits Earth, it creates a polar shift, a very rapid one, causing the planet to turn on its axis over a week long period. Tsunamis miles high, earthquakes that are too powerful to ever record, fiery debris raining down from the sky, & every other kind of natural disaster you can imagine occurring at the same time, all during this week-long event. The entire planet is essentially flipped on its side. The only life on the surface that survives are the creatures that dwell in caves, and/or get lucky enough to be in those fewest of places that survive the global cataclysm. It’s so destructive, that any trace of prior civilization gets obliterated, but not all of it. Places like Gobleki Tepe, arguably the Pyramids of Egypt, & several other relatively recently discoed sites, proving that there IS evidence, there ARE structures that allegedly survived this cyclic event, albeit not many. Wait though, what about the Moon? What does the “event” have to do with the Moon, or the Electric Universe?
The mini-nova that the Sun fires off is full of electric charge, an insanely great amount of electric charge. Imagine lightning bolts that stretch from here to the Moon, that’s the kind of electrical power we’re talking about…enough to power all the cities on Earth for the next million years or so. It’s a lot to fathom, but as I’ve said many times before, space is YUGE, & we are so tiny, so incredibly tiny, it really is difficult to wrap one’s head around, I’ll admit. Nonetheless, the Electric Universe theory holds more water than any other explanations I’ve read about as to the true history of Mother Gaia. Before I link a video about The Electric Universe though, let’s quickly mention why the Moon glows. That insane amount of electrical energy I mentioned, the gigantic planet-sized lightning, so much energetic charge, you can barely fathom its sheer volume, this nova energy wave, blasted from the surface of the Sun. That’s the reason, that is what creates the “glow,” THAT is what lights up the Moon. It’s so powerful, the Moon STILL glows, getting its multi-thousand year recharge every time the Sun fires off another mini-nova. Oh, & those giant lightning bolts, they strike the Moon during these mini-nova events, causing craters that basically “melt” holes into the Moon, causing said craters. Again, these craters are NOT from bolide impacts, but from these giant electrical discharges that occur during these nova events. The “glow” from the Moon is the residual radiation, as the Moon has no atmosphere to protect it as well as we are from the Sun’s coronal ejections. Fascinating, isn’t it? Of course, this is a very brief summary, & the actual explanation is much more detailed. Here’s that link I promised, explaining the Electric Universe in greater depth for those who are interested in learning more about this intriguing topic…only 20 minutes long, don’t be a lazy Susan. Learn something.
There’s something else that occurs during these mini-nova events though, something NOT mentioned in the video above, or by anyone else I’m aware of. Keep that in mind, that this is MY theory, & mine alone, what I’m about to illustrate. My theory is this: I think that when these mini-nova events occur, the atmospherically-filtered radiation “speed-evolves” biological entities on the surface of the planet, mutating them in a matter of insta-seconds, into some kind of new species. This occurs more-so in the oceans in my opinion. Now I know that the ocean isn’t exactly the “surface” of the planet, but the reason I mention the oceans being particularly vulnerable to this theory, is that most life on earth gets annihilated when these novas happen, so the survival rate, even for those creatures that survive & experience these “speed-evolution mutations,” is relatively low. In the oceans however, between the atmospheric filtration AND the water filtration, these “speed-evolution” mutation should occur more frequently, & with a much higher success rate, as opposed to the land dwellers. The part of my theory that I really enjoy pondering, is that maybe this “speed-evolution-mutation” theory of mine, explains how creatures went from sea to land. Rather than the “it took millions of years” for them to eventually crawl out slow-evolution theory, I’m thinking evolution occurs exponentially more rapidly, during these nova events, & what is believed by evolutionary scientists to have taken eons, only actually takes a few minutes, maybe even just a few seconds. Why can’t both be right though? Maybe there’s a super-slow evolutionary process always going on, AND these nova events, which cause my theoretical idea of “speed-evolution mutations.” These mini-novas happen on cycles that span thousands of years, but when they happen, they make up for millions of years of evolution in mere moments. Obviously, I have no way to explain how the solar radiation could cause rapid mutations “safely,” without killing whatever it’s “mutating,” but again, this is only MY theory. This is simply my own speculative inclination as to the true history of our planet. Obviously, as with everything else, I don’t know. I just turn the dial until I find the channel, then share what the DJ plays with all of you.
After reading this, will you look at the Moon the same as before? Maybe you will, maybe you won’t, but regardless, the electricity was in the air tonight, as the Moon was big & full, the beautiful February Snow Moon on display, now forever in the past. Incidentally, my circularity just knocked at the door, in case you missed it. The circle of the full moon has circled back around this article, my literary ouroboros finding its own end once again, only to eat itself & begin all over. The beginning, become the end, become the beginning once again. The Great Cycle, the Grand Loop, on scales our fractional existence can barely fathom. It is only through recorded history that we know what we think we know, & history is “always written by the victors of war,” isn’t that the quip? Who knows? If your masters knew the real history of the great planetary cycles, & could use that knowledge to their advantage, to maintain power & control over you, do you think they’d ever clue any of you in? Nope, so just watch tv, obey, consume, & don’t ask questions, that’s all you get, so again I ask, WOULD THEY EVER CLUE YOU IN TO THE TRUTH?
No, they won’t, but I always will. I am just a soul traveler, simply seeking the truth. That’s all I am , & ever will be, which is okay with me, as long as I find that truth someday. If this is all in vain, well dang, fuck me I guess, but I think the day will come when I finally get that “A-Ha” moment, about everything. It might not be while I’m here though, stuck in 3d Clownworld, but someday, somewhere, some divinity of sorts will find me & remind me of things I cannot remember. Or maybe they won’t, I don’t know.Maybe I’ll remind myself somehow. I do know this; I know that the Moon lights bright, glowing like a firefly’s ass, from the Sun’s epochian solar smooch. Until next time, be electric, for the Universe is electricity, & you are just riding the lightning.
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
“Be electric, for the Universe is electricity, & you are just riding the lightning.”~Fish F Fish🎏
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There she is, look at her, my completed circle for the now-gone-forever month of January, year 2023. Gone forever, FOREVER, isn’t that surreal? January began, new year, new month, & now it’s gone, gone forever, so surreal, isn’t it, the way days come, then they’re just gone? Today is February 1st, 2023, & it’ll feel like tomorrow when THIS month is gone, then March, then it’s summer again, then winter again, then 2023 will be over. Not before we see what we are going to see this year, whatever that is, but it’s coming, the future is always coming, a future to become a past one day, the never-ending loop, the ouroboros of existence here in the 3rd dimension. If you want to use the image above for reference, when each white day turns blue, another day has come & gone, going from future to present to past, days flying by.
How do you complete YOUR circle? Do you even have a circle, YOUR own circularity? Maybe it’s just something weird I do, because that’s how I roll, I don’t know. I see the sacred ouroboros in everything, all loops, just one big GIF animation, going round & round, the end becoming the beginning becoming the end, only to start over from the beginning, & on & on it goes. Had your psychopathic overlords not hijacked the zeitgeist, what kind of world would this be? Would there be any concept of “money” anymore? Or would humanity work together, as a whole, to better the species, again, AS A WHOLE. Not a communist “whole,” but rather a system where people are encouraged to pursue their passions to contribute to the big snowball, rather than keeping that snowball running by forcing humanity to “work” in unsatisfying menial jobs for shitty bi-weekly over-taxed paychecks. Just worker bees, drones, working from birth to death, just to keep that proverbial “Queen” alive.
Not me, I hope the Queen gets savagely torn apart by a bunch of hornets. Unfortunately, the hornets are all non-binary beta twerps on hormone blockers, so their stingers are useless, & the Queen lives on, in dominion over Clownworld. You worker bees keep working, complying, back & forth every day, in some sadly surreal Metropolitan waking nightmare. Back & forth, back & forth, the daily commute, worker bees tending a multi-trillion dollar hive, but not even getting a drop of honey out of it. Meanwhile, the Queen & her minions have so much honey for themselves, they swim in it. In a big pool of honey, where ALL of YOU worker bees can see, you watch them swim in their honey, you hope maybe they’ll throw some honey at you, so you can buy some eggs, but they don’t. Nope, they keep all the honey for themselves, & they always will, so no matter what “game” you play to get more honey for yourself, you won’t. The game is rigged, & it’s certainly NOT the same game your masters play. The game THEY play doesn’t involve you, for YOU, are just a worker bee, killing yourself for that teaspoon of honey. Meanwhile, they have so much honey for themselves, that their game is to take the whole hive. They could care less about the little drops they give to you, but they tax it anyway, just to keep you down little worker bee. All the while, they play THEIR game, the game of hijacking hives, hive-jacking, if you will.
Well well well, where did that clever analogy come from? Out of nowhere, seemingly, because as you know dear reader, if you’ve read my previous posts, I just channel all of this, so to speak. I have no idea what I’ve written once I’ve finished until I read it myself, & I can’t definitively tell you where any of this, whatever this is, comes from. I just start writing, & these flourished fingers make magic happen. Maybe card trick magic, maybe Houdini magic, black magic, white magic, bronie magic, maybe no magic at all, just a delusional idiot that thinks he has some kind of talent for the art of the scribe, & calls it “magic” to maintain his own LARPing as if he were a real writer, could that be it? I don’t know, but what I do know, is that when I do this, I feel completely free. Time stops for me when I write, & once my antenna picks up a static-free frequency, I simply let go, & then channel, I channel all of this, for all of YOU, dear readers. Like I said earlier, I have no idea what I’ve written until I’ve actually read it once I’m done. I cannot explain it, even though I know I have the answer buried somewhere deep in the vault. Sadly, I cannot get to it, as many of my abilities have been suppressed, same as you. No, I didn’t escape the great dumbing-down of the culture. I’m a Gen-X TV baby, programmed from birth, poisoned by the food & water, again from birth. It wasn’t until my 20s, before the switch flicked from “off” back to “on,” & I systematically freed myself from this Matrix we’re all stuck in.
The overlords broke my circle, as soon as my mother’s water broke, my circle was broken, as were many of YOUR circles. Yep, they broke us, & thus, we grew up broken, broken in ways we cannot fix, we can only patch, until some kind of Divine intervention comes maybe, but I ain’t holding my breath for that. If you were God, would you help this sordid humanity? How would you help humanity, with another Great Flood, another Great Reset? A real one of course, & the few survivors would start again, hopefully to do better next time, much better than Clownworld(Honk Noise), would YOU do that if you were God? That’s God’s Great Reset, & it’s happened before & will happen again, not this bullshit “Great Reset” you hear via the fake news. That’s the globalists hijacking the zeitgeist, “playing God,” as I already mentioned. Incidentally, the CIA is WELL-AWARE of the previous global cataclysm, & so are your s-elected “leaders,”…wanna read about it? Click the link below, it’s a fascinating read, & astonishingly horrifying to visualize, check it out…
Yes there’s a fake “reset” being implemented by your masters as we speak. They want to play God, & they are trying, for now, but eventually that’s one game they will NOT win, & I don’t want any part of their “new world.” Their “new world,” is 85-90% of YOU gone, just gone, out of the way, there’s too many cattle on the ranch, so we need a Great Slaughter, hence Covaids, these pseudo-vaccines that are now killing people, upcoming World War 3, supply chain breakdown, out-of-control inflation, unprecedented levels of absolute corruption, all of it culminating to a societal critical mass, the likes of which we’ve never seen before, & probably never will again. Their dark circle completes in 2030, so we’ve got 7 years left, only 7 years, & that’s an exceptionally optimistic speculation. The overlords have an overlord, the Queen Bee, & who/what is this Queen Bee? The AI, that’s right, did you think I wasn’t going to go any further with my legendary & totally random analogy I came up with up there? Did you think I wouldn’t compete the circle? Oh ye of little faith in Fish, oh yes, there most certainly IS a Queen, & it’s the AI. They think it’s “sentient,” so much so that they follow its “commands,” & they worship the AI, like a God, a GOD. If you think this is totally mental, & I’m delusional paranoid with a hyper-active imagination, then good for you. Maybe I am, I probably am, & all of this is just fanciful folly from a fool’s foolishness, yes? What if I’m right though? This schizo-ed narrator has been right about everything else I’ve mentioned…maybe like a 94-96% accuracy rate, something like that. Look in my archives, I don’t miss much, like relatively ever, but sure, you’re “right,” to disbelieve me, this is all just silly sci-fi & I’m just a nutty nutter in a mad hat.
The circle has completed itself, once again, my serpent feasting on its own tail…nomnomnomnomnom. We also got that synchronously random analogy out of it too, how about that? Every time I write, I discover, just like listening to a story on the radio, except I AM the radio…I’m the antenna, the receiver, the capacitor, the powerhouse, the dials, the CB ham hock, all of it, all in one, all in my head. I don’t know what it all means, but when I do this, I am free, as free as one can be, in this idiocracy. Are you “free,” free to complete your own circle, to roller-coaster ride your own loops, are you truly free? Only YOU can answer that dear reader. Until next time, complete the circle, or keep cornering in your own square, it is all on you, do hast thou will.
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
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What will it take to finish the game, the big game, what will it take? “What big game?” …you might be wondering. Well that’s easy; the game of LIFE of course, THIS, this wonky game we all play, only it’s a game that’s rigged. Oh yes, quite rigged, quite sinister, & there’s no way NOT to play, unless you off yourself, but that’s an irrelevant option for us players of this game, as it were. Nope, can’t just put a gun in your mouth, or fill your doctor’s favorite syringe full of bug-juice & poof, lights out, oh no no no, can’t do that. That’s really the only rule, well the only base fundamental rule: you have to play to the end, no matter what, & you must exit this game at the game’s behest, not your own. That’s the rule, & obviously I have no way to prove any of this, but for me, it IS a rule that I must abide by, no matter how stanky the shit gets, can’t stop, can’t quit, can’t fall off the cliff. The reward is worth it, to make it to the natural end of your life, as natural as it can be anyway.
Might as well just ride out the storm until your last breath comes & goes, because another aspect of the lone rule of life I just mentioned, is that if you opt to end this ride by suicide, you have to do it again, just like before. Yep, the story just resets & starts over, kind of a “no harm, no foul” deal from your Mighty Maker in the Sky, since you don’t advance, but you don’t go backwards either, but you have to redo your previously failed do, just like it was before. Well, maybe not exactly like before, as you might be born into another time in another place, but have to overcome the same karmic strife to finish the game before you can move on to whatever the next level is. Or, maybe suiciders literally redo their EXACT life as before. Same everything, same memories, same timeline, everything exactly like the life you chose to end at your own accord, right up to that fateful moment when you decided to end it all, except maybe you don’t the next time. Or, maybe you do the same thing every time, same birth, same life, same unnatural death, & you’re doomed to repeat until perhaps one life you finally realize the value in your own life itself & make the wise decision to keep riding, riding out this tempestuous storm of life. “Storms always end, even before they begin again,” …yes, you can quote me on that, literally, because I just thought it up. Nice quip, yes?
This stormy sea we are all floating around in is uncharted, uncharted waters we have never navigated before, but here we are regardless, navigating these odious oceans. Some of us have big boats, some of us have little boats, some have jet skis, some a canoe, but most of you are bound to the buoyancy of the lone life jacket on your back keeping you afloat, albeit barely. Just enough to keep your crooked beaks above the crests & troughs, as wave after wave after wave attempts to drown you down, down, down to the bottom. Hard to be a true sailor without a boat, is it not? Difficult to be a real navigator without any way to cross the waters, right? Not only are most of you bound to your respective life-preserver lives, you have deceived yourselves into accepting that a life jacket is your only option, never once considering mechanizing your own float into a boat so you can traverse the waters via your own propulsion, rather than bobbing around waiting to be picked off as sharks circle your Indianapolis, waiting to take endlessly bloodbathian bites for themselves. Yes these seas I speak surreally of, these seas are quite precarious, especially for the lone floater never-boaters. Bob it up, bob it down, up, down, up, down, these monotonous bobbers bobbing like bubbling sea-foam bubbles bubbling. The floaters without boats.
Blending in natural elements to these articles, composing my circularity, riding the waves, surfing these frequencies my antenna detects, then transmits the song, via me out onto all of you, my faceless global audience of few. We write to the end, only to begin again, & as always on my divine cue, with no fee, is my circularity, humbly eating itself only to eat itself again, & again. Such is the way of Nature, & until next time dear readers, surf’s up, so get out there & find your wave to ride, or just keep collectively chumming yourselves for those circling sharks while you weightlessly punk-pogo in your floaters, essentially waiting to be devoured, for that is all you might ever be, a feckless floater. Floating instead of flipping, I don’t know. I don’t know anything, remember? I could just be floating too, just like you, just a floating hand, with a penchant for loops, & cleaning my haunted house.
More trash for my garbage pile of word filth. Gotta fulfill the daily Foozer, no matter what, & we got away with the placeholder yesterday, which I made up for & then some today with my tales of The Great Experiment. Only in my head though, right? Not real, nope, nothing real about any of that nonsense. Carry on & pay no attention, all of my average 20 readers a day. All 21 of us are just another bed in the nuthouse, don’t be deluded by these pseudo-grandeurs on this end, just the lunacy of a full-mooned wolf. Blah…where shall I take this diatribe? What spectacular “news” happened today of any actual noteworthy merit? Just looks to be yet another round of political theatre, HEAVY emphasis on the “theatre” part there, because that’s all those monkeys are, bad actors. Literal bad actors, but also actors of nefarious social inbreeding, soulless & psychopathic as they take full control of the entire planet. If one tried to escape, where could one go? Gotta have that money, money buys freedom, well it buys relative freedom anyway. How is that NOT enslavement? If you need money to buy your way to your own true sovereignty, then you are owned, & hence, a slave. Another debt slave to money in the Big Machine.
Is this natural? No, not at all. This reality couldn’t be more opposite of natural in fact. Very unnatural events are being orchestrated by extremely unnatural entities. To be honest, I’m not even sure if they’re human, at least not human like you or I might define that word. Reptilian shapeshifters…ehhh…I don’t know about that. I don’t believe it, but I don’t disbelieve it either. If a bunch of politicians revealed their true Sleestakian nature by way of special sunglasses that exposed their actual form in proper TheyLive fashion, & I had those sunglasses, & I used those sunglasses to witness with my own eyes the truth, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. In all probability, I’d be more relieved than anything. Sure would explain a lot of the anomalies, that only I seem to notice, within the world around me. I’m not crazy enough to assume that I am totally alone in this matter, that would be grossly ignorant to think such a thing. However, we are most certainly few & far between at best. Between possible lizard people & real-life NPCs, it’s difficult to know what is what & who is who anymore if your eyes are really open. It’s strange…the deeper you go, the more holes are revealed, & the labyrinth doubles in size exponentially until you’re lost in your own mind maze of backrooms. Do you not know what “the backrooms” are? Oh my…such a fun rabbit hole, but sadly, just a hole, no real rabbits, backrooms are total fiction. NOT REAL.
It’s FUN fiction though, these backrooms & the accompanying lore. No one ever said fiction couldn’t be fun in real life, did they? It’s not the fiction, it’s the damned LARPing (Live Action Role Playing for the squares out there). It’s this LARPing that’s destructive. The utter lack of separation between the real & the unreal in modern culture is reflective in the disassociation that these LARPers display daily as they attempt to exist in said REAL reality with the rest of us. LIFE IS NOT A VIDEO GAME FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Duh.
Before I digress however, let me clue you all in on these backrooms. First, THE BACKROOMS ARE NOT REAL. NOT real, they do NOT exist in the real world. In dreams plausibly, because sure, anything can happen in dreams, but as far as I know, they do NOT exist. I do NOT know for sure, I do not NOT know for sure, I do NOT “know” anything for sure, but as far as I can surmise, in this current 3d space, “clipping” into sub-dimensions between this dimension is not possible in 3d space. 5d dream space, sure, as I said, but it is VERY important to distinguish the fact that the backrooms are NOT real, not here anyway. Got it? What I’ll do is link a video here that someone else made which details what these backrooms are all about. Again, THE BACKROOMS ARE NOT REAL, not here in our shared 3d space. Incidentally, this guy has a great channel with impressive information that isn’t so easy to find. Might be worth it for you to subscribe to this guy Wendigoon here. DYOR (Do Your Own Research)…live it, love it, breathe it, become it, find the truth for YOU, not for me, & not anyone else out here in the ether.
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To be fair, I was very captivated by this whole backrooms thing when I first discovered it. The reported “commonality” of these backroom stories I found to be quite intriguing, especially with many people dreaming such similar scenarios. Kinda spooky & yes, yes I know; I know you might want to believe the backrooms are really real, but they aren’t. Now as mentioned, I have had dreams where I have been in backroom-like scenarios, like many others have reported. Endlessly twisting Kubrickian hotel hallways with countless doors opening up to…opening up to…well fuck if I know, it’s not rooms they say, but there are usually a lot of monotonously repetitive doors in these abysmally unending hallways. No actual “rooms” behind the doors & they just open up to more hallways, but I suppose they could go anywhere, anywhere your sleeping subconscious mind can imagine, since you can ONLY go there in your dreamscape. Sorry to keep reiterating the stark fictionality of the backrooms legend, but people out there STILL think this is a real thing. Mind-blowing how easily so many of you are beguiled, but I digress as always, as if on cue.
There is the lore for the backrooms. What is lore? Lore is like the collective word-of-mouth sharing of the details of a specific legend, each contributor adding or editing to this collective knowledge about whatever the legend might be. Backroom lore mentions numerous stages and/or levels within the backrooms, with a wide range of macabre imagery accompanying each of these “floors” respectively. There doesn’t seem to be a “difficulty setting,” in the sense that the deeper you go into the darkrooms, it does NOT necessarily mean the “levels” become more treacherous to navigate. Oh wait, I didn’t mention the “entities” yet. Yes, of course, there are other beings in the backrooms should you happen to “clip” into them. “Clipping” is the act of falling out of this dimension & into the sub-dimension of the backrooms. That’s how one travels to this fake world, via clipping. Should you clip into the backrooms, you will soon discover that you are NOT alone there. There are various creatures roaming about in there, apparently some are good, but also apparently, most of them are out to get you, & not in a good way.
Reminds me of a movie I watched recently called Vivarium. Good flick. I recommend it. Got some interesting visual effects, & an actual “backroom” theme is introduced at a certain point in the film. I’m not gonna ruin it, just recommend you watch it. Nevermind what some un-artistic dolts might think, cinema is not dead, despite this “woke” nonsense being force-fed to everyone via the entertainment industry. More like the programming industry, literally, but we’ve discussed this. Regardless, there are STILL quality films, music, comedy, the arts, there’s still good stuff out there, you just have to wade through the stinking muck of social justice sometimes to find it. Anyway, check it out…Vivarium. There’s a chick in it named Imogen Poots. That’s her real name, not the character’s name in the movie. Can you imagine a childhood with that name? Yikes. Fortunately for her, her parents are wealthy media powerhouses, so her childhood was charmed like most other kids of the elites. Can’t blame them I guess for who they were born to, but it doesn’t seem like many elite children end up pursuing philanthropic endeavors when they reach adulthood. The ones that do, often it’s a self-serving “foundation,” so they can funnel money out the back door tax-free. Obviously I don’t know how true that is, as I am but a meager peasant, as destitute as the rest of you down here in Shantytown. Probably even more so at the present time, so don’t assume I have any inklings as to how the elites operate in their daily lives.
Today’s Fooze introduced some of you to the backrooms, maybe some of you to this site for the first time, maybe one of my 20 daily readers just popping in, perhaps none of you at all, doesn’t really matter does it? No one cares. It’s a lonely island at the bottom. Why even do this then? Good question. If the power ever goes out, this is all essentially meaningless, unless I print it all out in hard copy. Closing in on like 4000 pages now over this past decade, wowzers that’s a lot. It just grows over time I suppose, like a fungus. Maybe I need to do that though, maybe I DO need to print all of this drivel out onto physical paper. I would have a massive 4000ish page opus I guess. Certainly this is NOT a manifesto, not a testament, not a biography, so what the hell is this thing I have created? I write about many topics, many of any topics, anything is game, nothing is off-limits to me or my dear readers. I believe in ABSOLUTE free speech. If anything I ever say bothers you, maybe go fuck yourself & come back & try again, then when you fail, again, to rattle me in any way, you can fuck yourself, again. I can say what I want, whenever I want, & so can you. FREE SPEECH. Period. I’m not calling a God damn thing to action with my words. These aren’t swords, they are words, & despite the singular letter difference, words are not swords. Words will not hurt you, unless YOU let them hurt you, then that hurt YOU caused for YOU, is on YOU.
My niche, if you will, would be the addition of my animations. I make all of my own animations, then strategically, albeit randomly, insert them into my articles, for visual stimulation as you read what I have written. No one else I know does that, & no one will ever know that I do. So bittersweet, but such is this ridiculous roller coaster ride it appears. I don’t know, but my ramblings with my GIFs, I know it’s mine. If nothing else, I have that, & it is mine. I do know that at least. Beep beep…beep beep beep bop boop. My animation nation.
On that delightful little ender, that’s will wrap up today’s Foozer. It’s a backroom bonanza if you decide to go explore the lore of the backrooms. It would be fun if they were truly real, at least in my opinion it would be. Tired of being here in Clownworld? “Clip” yourself into the backrooms, whenever you want, & go exploring. Or monster hunting. Or mapping, mapping the backrooms, so others have direction if they happen to “clip” there as well. The odd thing is that this IS already “real,” but only in the lore. So these lore-writers write as though the backrooms were real, with “real-life” stories from the backrooms & such, it’s so bizarre, but entertaining. It’s amazing what people can be persuaded to believe is real, is it not? All just a theatre, as I mentioned in the opening paragraph, thus completing the circularity for this article. Never fails, my circularity always comes back around the roundabout for me. Love it…good times, & until next time, be good.
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
Today, we are going to try one of these lovely pre-made writing prompts from WordPress. In the 10-plus years I have been doing this, I have never used a writing prompt. Never, never ever used one. Never had to, my articles practically write themselves; the only writing prompts I ever need I just find when I look at the news for the day. As I was randomly playing around with my site yesterday though, I noticed that you can activate these daily writing prompts from WordPress, so I thought I would & see what popped up. What you see up top there is what popped up, “If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?” …hmmmmm, what would it say, what would it say? So many possibilities, is this in relation to my life now, or to a life I might have had? I always overthink these things, so it’s best to just start writing it out in my opinion. Maybe we can try both, a billboard sign for this life, & a sign from an alternative timeline or two, yes that could-maybe-might work. Let’s try it out.
Ok, first sign will be for this life. The biggest word on the sign would read, “DONATE,” in giant all-cap letters, with a QR code so people can donate money to me via the QR code on the sign & their smartphone. I would have to animate the sign of course, with one of my own GIF animations. Does anyone do that? Like ever? Run GIF animations on highway billboards? That’s a genius idea actually. It’s just a looped video, with no sound so there would be zero noise disturbance. Just my animation, on an endless loop, on the big billboard sign on the Sunset Strip, possibly the most viewed billboard sign in the world, but I cannot verify that. Which animation would I use? Good question, I have so many. One that implies creativity, but isn’t too weird, so people can actually understand it. Maybe my smoking Fish with the coffee here:
…I don’t know, people DO love coffee, but the smoking might bother some potential donors. That’s okay, I have plenty more to pick from. Yes, I have so very many to choose from; I’ve got flying fish, fish in space, fish in the water, happy fish, sad fish, fishy fish, even fish in socks, no fish with chickenpox though…everyone got that one I hope. We have to come up with billboard signs for the alternate timelines too so let’s figure out this first one, this sign for this world. So far we have the “DONATE” with the QR code, which is great, definitely keeping that part, & for the animation, I am not going to use the smoking, coffee-drinker fish up there, I am going to use…my flying fish in space with a magic mirror GIF animation…I think, maybe, possibly, not 100% sure yet, but that one would be this one here:
…yikes, I don’t know, not much room for the “DONATE” & the QR code. Drats. Might have to try a different one. There’s just so many fish in the pond, so maybe if I cast back out into these murky fish-filled waters, I’ll pull out the winner. Here we go, rod at 2 o’clock, then a quick swipe to 10 o’clock & we’re fishing again for a better GIF. Oh my, is that a bite? Yes sir, we gotta a biter…bite…bite…take it, take it…FISH ON! Oh yes, we got a fresh fish on the line. She’s pulling the drag a bit, she could be a keeper. Let’s reel this big girl in & see what we got on the line:
This one could work, yes, yes there’s room for a QR code & “DONATE” in big letters somewhere by the QR code. Also, this is rooted in a Pink Floyd album cover, so some old school pop culture heads might notice & feel like contributing to my donation fund. Incidentally, you CAN actually donate to me here, in real time. If you just click that PayPal link on the right side of my main page here, YOU can donate as much as PayPal will allow you to donate, right now, in real time, in real life, with real money. Again, THAT LINK HERE IS FOR REAL DONATIONS, not the pretend donations I’m illustrating from the fantasy WordPress prompt at the top of this particular article. ANY/ALL donations are welcome & highly appreciated. One of “Thank You” GIFs is below, but first, are we gonna go with this Pink Floyd Fished Balloons Blaster GIF for the real-time billboard sign? Fuck it, let’s just roll with a gleeful “YES” & move on to the fantasy billboard sign and/or signs if I should decide whether or not to write about more than one fantasy sign. Might just do one & one, one real-time, one playtime. I suppose we will discover that little hermit crab in the next paragraph…(taps the shell)
Yes, a big “THANKS” to any donors. I don’t think I have ever received a single donation here, not one. Bummer. I must be a shitty writer. (FartNoise) Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the make-believe fantasy billboard sign. Derp. This WordPress writing prompt thing seemingly had potential, but the novelty might have died quickly for me unfortunately. Gah, maybe not, I don’t know, I suppose it could be fun to do them. Maybe your narrator should be more humble & not look at things in such negative connotations. Gives me something ELSE to write about, as opposed to just something to write about, know what I mean? If they get ridiculous and/or somewhat redundant, maybe I won’t do them, or maybe I’ll just play it by ear. That’s the bittersweet struggle of the artist perhaps, to do or not to do, but you always have to do something, yes? If you do noting, nothing happens. Well, eventually something WILL happen, right, even if you do nothing. Okay, okay…the fantasy billboard, yes let’s move on to that…
One of my political ones maybe, but whatever happened to monkeypox? That narrative just kind of disappeared, didn’t it? It was supposed to be so menacing though…nope? No menace? Oh well, maybe the next plandemic will catch on. Covaids 2.0 maybe. Possibly I could throw up one of my Joe Biden GIFS…since he’s allegedly “the most popular POTUS in history,” with a record number of votes. Derp. If that were true, don’t you think the leftists would be rubbing that fact in everyone’s faces forever? Since it’s NOT a fact, they don’t, which further proves they stole the 2020 election, as if anyone needed more evidence. Even the left knows, that’s how bad it is, & yet, Joe Biden’s faux presidency still stands. What a mess, what a stinking fetid corrupt mess, but I digress. We’re supposed to be talking about my plausible billboard sign contenders. We were floating above some political ones…not much room for my “DONATE” logo & QR code for donations, but since this is my fantasy billboard, I’m wealthy & have no need for donations. Also, since it’s my fantasy billboard sign, would I really care about political punditry?
Nope, I probably would care nothing for anything remotely political in my fantasy world. The politics there would certainly be nothing like the politics here in the real world. Most likely, I’d be king, with absolute supremacy, in my fantasy world. Hence, all my billboard signs would just be of me. No “DONATE,” no politics, might not even make any sense, but in my kingdom, what I want is what goes, & what is, is what is, make sense? My highways would just have billboard signs with my GIF animations. I might have some ads here & there, ads to visit places in my kingdom with accompanying animations in their respective places, but never any ad ads. No solicitations, no partisanships, no opinions unless they’re my opinions, my billboard signs for me & my friends, my friends in my royal court I suppose. Sure, I might let them have a billboard occasionally, as long as I approve it. This is fantasyland, remember? My world, my kingdom, my signs. That’s how royalty works. My rules too, here in my fantasy billboard sign world.
Unfortunately, the best I’ll get in this real world though is if they start running GIF animations on actual highway billboard signs, & that won’t be due to me, so it won’t really matter either way, just a clever idea I thought of. I pioneered this idea when a friend of mine asked me to make him a “looping video” for his restaurant menu. He owns a pizzeria in a mall, & needed something catchy for his new digital display menu. So I made him this:
Yes, it was me. I’m the lone guy in the WHOLE world who pioneered GIF animations for marketing/advertising. Of course, I’m not being serious at all. Surely, it was NOT me alone who thought the idea up, but I DID think it up without any impetus other than my own imagination. No one ever really pays or asks for GIF animations as an advertising tool, but if you have the right kind of animator, someone like myself, the potential is unlimited. GIF animations everywhere, clever artsy loops, designed to promote and/or sell something. Genius. You heard it here first too…just sayin. Anyway, I’m gonna wrap this little makeshift self-ascribed assignment up. Below I’ll drop some of my NFT GIFs, because that’s the answer, the answer to the initial question. In my fantasyland, my billboard signs would be my animations, but even better, my NFT animations, so my subjects could buy my NFTs with a QR code on the sign. Yes, that’s the answer. All my billboards, all my animations, all NFTs in limited quantities, all to be purchased with crypto via QR codes on my billboard signs. How about that? Right at the end of this article, WHAM, it hits me. That’s even a good idea to do in REAL-TIME. Wow, so surreal how the circle completes itself. Good times.
Made by yours truly courtesy of helioviewer.org once again. It’s late and I’m tired so I’m keeping this short. Basically, a massive filament erupted from the Sun not too long ago… footage is still coming in, but this is relatively close to the latest so far. I’m sure in a few hours there will be more, but for now, you can clearly see the power of this eruption from multiple outlets. Check it out, have a look for yourselves. Again, THERE IS NO DANGER. This is not coming at Earth, although it looks as though it will glance our planet, causing colorful auroras, possibly some satellite interference, but doubtful. Just more spectacular auroras from the Sun’s radiation reacting with our atmosphere. Enjoy the video, more to come. Wide eyes open, love to all.
Today’s word of the day is going to be bailiwick. This will also be the topic of my 400th post, yes my FOUR-HUNDREDTH POST. I come across this word every day, but how and why is my business. I’m just here to tell you what the word means>>>bailiwick <<< CLICK HERE for the dictionary definition. My definition is always simpler, a bailiwick is a person’s particular skill and/or talent. In a sentence… As a detective, the man’s bailiwick was homicide. A bailiwick also refers to the district that a baliff works in, such as in a courtroom. Take a minute and find a use for bailiwick in your own sentence. My main interest is writing, and you might say my bailiwick is blog-writing. See, not so hard. So happy 400th post to me and whatever your bailiwick may be, put your heart into it. Wide eyes open, love to all.
Today’s word of the day is going to be bailiwick. This will also be the topic of my 400th post, yes my FOUR-HUNDREDTH POST. I come across this word every day, but how and why is my business. I’m just here to tell you what the word means
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