If You Could Read My Mind 📖🎣 #aiart

Arguably Gordon Lightfoot’s best song. Goes right to the soul, from a time when music was blooming into unprecedented genres. We’re lucky that he stopped by in our time to create some of the best music ever. Gordon had quite a long run for a famous musician, departing this world at the ripe old age of 89, if I’m not mistaken, & despite countless health issues, he kept playing almost to the end. Legendary. They don’t make them like Gordo anymore. Enjoy the vid Fishheads, as a tribute to the great Gordon Lightfoot. Shoutout, as always, to  @plazmapunk  …& to my friends up in The Great White North. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

🎣Digital Schizophrenia

People misunderstand schizophrenia. It’s sad, especially for those on the receiving end. People hear that awful sounding word, & they think of patients in mental hospitals wearing suicide smocks that are prone to be negative. No one ever researches it in a positive light. Sadness all around. Maybe schizophrenic people hear things that others can NOT hear, but are there nonetheless. We all exist on frequencies, so maybe they hear a different channel than most do. Who knows? Difficult & arguably impossible to study this phenomenon with any rational evidence. Medical peoples dish out pharmaceutical drugs. Therapists & psychiatrists who really are there for their gain, not yours, don’t actually contribute much other than data, & you’re just another name on a checklist. The food is essentially poisoned, the water, the zeitgeist, & all of these factors when combined, as they are amongst much of the populous, how can someone who stands out because they hear & see things others don’t get real…guidance, you could say, guidance & understanding, AND an openness to find the truth behind schizophrenia, rather than dope you up like a lab rat, then wait for the results. It’s a sinister system, & since your overlords don’t really care about we commoners, wouldn’t hold my breath that anything will change soon, but who knows? As I’ve said before, it’s nearly impossible to make the call on what comes next in the not-so-distant future. Day by day Fishheads, day by day. For all of you, & for none of you at all. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth Fish™…🎏

🎏Jane Be Jane 🔥 🎹 🔥

Cheers to Piano Matty B & KyleMac…kings of the dueling piano bar. Originally a BenFoldsFive deep-cut song, now being sung by my digital friend KyleMac. He sings it from time to time during their livestreams. Every Friday & Saturday night on Youtube. Come check it out…click this link to sub his Youtube channel: Click HERE to watch Piano Matty B & friends Not only do you get nostalgically epic music on request, but also, he drops morning tech analysis for crypto, specifically Bitcoin. 7AM MST.

Cooking up these AI art projects like my days are numbered, & considering my train wreck of a life, they probably are actually, but I digress. Maybe yours are too. Maybe EVERYONE’S days are numbered, but don’t know it. Anything could happen, at any time, & it usually does. Speaking of time, AI is growing at an exponentially alarming rate, maybe within fractions of seconds now. ALLLLLLLLLL of our data, feeding this juggernaut, all day, every day, all the time. AI is going to change the world. We’re basking in the dawn of its nascent stage, but once dusk comes, buckle up humans. AI is coming. Where will it all lead us to? What’s next?

Thanks for watching/reading. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

I Was Here

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™…🎣

Serum-925

Serum-925 was created in a lab by a Chinese scientist named Dr. Shuyi. Dr. Shuyi had a long & accredited reputation for creating various viruses & bacteria, that he himself intended to be beneficial for the human race. His overlords, however, the CCP(Chinese Communist Party), had other intentions, intentions not so benevolent. The CCP had grown weary of United States global dominance, particularly the dominance of the United States dollar. The U.S. dollar had been the global currency for decades, even after the gold standard was removed in 1971, thus the value of the U.S. dollar was now-backed by literally nothing, & to the quickly-advancing Chinese economy, this was unacceptable. It was time, the time of the planetary financial reign of the USA to come to an end. The lone issue stopping the Chinese from taking total dominion over the world’s currency exchange for themselves, was one thing: armed Americans. Open hot nuclear war would be devastating, much too messy, for all involved, as well as for those not involved. They needed a solution, something that would non-violently wipe away their mortal enemy from the West, without affecting the Chinese, & the rest of the world, & so, they looked to Dr. Shuyi, for an answer he could not refuse to give . They took him aside one day, & by “took aside,” they stormed into his office, armed, & took him away from his morning paperwork to meet with a man known as Mr. Wang. “Wang,” in China, is the equivalent of “Smith,” in English, & most likely was not this man’s real name. Anonymity was important, as well as compartmentalization, because the USA had spies everywhere, even inside the CCP, & Mr. Wang needed Dr. Shuyi to do something, for the future of his country, that the Americans must never be made aware of.

Dr. Shuyi was blindfolded, & brought to a room, a room with no view, no windows, only a desk & 2 chairs, & a CCP flag in the corner. Mr. Wang was brief & to the point, & told Dr. Shuyi that he needed to make a new virus, one that would kill whoever it infected, but kill them slowly, however not too slowly. It must be RNA-activated, engineered to ONLY infect those who had taken the messenger-RNA Covid vaccines approved in the USA, which would be the Pfizer, Moderna, & Johnson & Johnson vaccines, in no particular order. Since those vaccines were used less in most places outside of the continental United States, there would be little risk of infecting anyone who resided beyond the boundaries of the borders of the USA. Clearly the plan had begun several years prior to what the CCP was orchestrating now. Additionally, the Big Pharma industry must have involvement, & although astounded by the awareness of other shadowy globalist actors, along with the secrecy kept due to impressive compartmentalization, who was Dr. Shuyi to ponder these notions, to ask questions, or think for himself? He was no one, certainly not an individual, but only a tool, & in China, you do what you’re told without question & think only of total obedience to the State, & so Dr. Shuyi embraced his task, & continued with his instructional orders.

There needed to be a incubation period of one to two weeks, then after incubation ended, the virus needed to exit the host body. It would be made to spread quickly throughout the bloodstream, eventually stopping the heart, then exiting said host body through pores on the skin, to go airborne, & then spread quickly, infecting everyone within a one to two mile radius who had been jabbed, as the terminology goes in the West. This virus must perform precisely as it was designed, so as not to spread in an out-of-control rampant manner, & possibly mutating. Additionally, & this was of highest importance, the virus needed to be fire-resistant, because unknown to Dr. Shuyi, this would be the means utilized for the initial infections. A series of wildfires would be started all across the Canadian wilderness in Northern North America, from west to east. Thousands of fires would be intentionally ignited, so that the virus could be dropped into these wildfires from the air, & as the virulent smoke moved into the jet stream that stretched across the expanse of the USA, from Montana to Maine, it would prove the most effective means of contamination, drawing little to no attention to the Chinese. Of course, there were a few extraneous minor details included in the instructions given from Mr. Wang to Dr. Shuyi, as to the manner of testing, but we will get to that shortly.

At first, like any human being with a conscience, Dr. Shuyi was struck by a sense of sadness that he could not openly express or share, by the directions given to him by Mr. Wang. The doctor, with a blank expression, had dedicated his life to bio-engineering viruses & bacteria that would prove beneficial to humanity, not destructive, but he had no choice. He loved his country, his people, & much more than that, his own family. Mr. Wang wasn’t asking Dr. Shuyi though, he was ordering him to do this, & left some pictures of his wife, & his two sons, telling Dr. Shuyi that if he wanted his family to be safe, he would do as he was told. Dr. Shuyi let Mr. Wang know that he did not need to be reminded of this, & would begin the project immediately, for the love of the CCP, & the future of the Chinese people. He was then blindfolded again, taken back to his office, & the entire event had seemingly ended as abruptly as it began, all taking place within the span of an hour. In one short hour, Dr. Shuyi’s life had taken a complete turn, but not for the worse, or the better, because it was all about perspective. He could not think of anything other than completing the task given. From the view of the Americans, China was the enemy, the unquestionable dominant adversary, but from the view of his own country, the USA was the true enemy, the great antagonist, a nemesis representing the greatest of threats to the Chinese Communist Party & the Chinese way of life. If Dr. Shuyi succeeded, he would be a hero, forever remembered in future history, as a savior of the Chinese homeland. Also, he & his family would not only remain alive, they would be honored, & so, he walked to his lab to begin immediately, quickly having all of his prior work removed by his assistants, leaving the lab entirely new, a proverbial blank slate, so to speak, for him to begin this new assignment. This would be the only assignment, in all likelihood, Dr. Shuyi would ever work on again.

It only took a week, just the span of a week, for testing to begin on various compounds he had created. The CCP notoriously used homeless vagrants as derelict test subjects, which was common practice, as they offered no benefit to the State, & no one would question their sudden disappearance. The recruiters, as it were, handed out pamphlets to the street people, telling them that it was a new “medicine,” designed to help them recover their lost lives from poverty & destitution, as if they had a choice in the matter. Quickly, “volunteers” showed up in droves, providing Dr. Shuyi with more-than-enough subjects to test the the various concoctions on, until the perfect virus was discovered & isolated. Over the next week, countless subjects were infected with the different compounds that Dr. Shuyi had created. The subjects were placed inside a sealed room with a single chair, told to sit down, & to breathe normally, as something akin to Chinese elevator music played from an unseen speaker. The potential viruses were then put into condensers inside of special ovens, which cooked at a temperature similar to the heat of a wildfires. The soft white smoke would then flow through the air ducts that led into the sealed room where the test subjects sat. The subjects would inhale the smoke, then be placed into a quarantine room which connected to the testing room via a single airtight door, so as to allow the virus to incubate.

Around the one-to-two week mark, after the test subjects were initially infected, the effects began, & all sorts of horrifying conditions began to develop. After the incubation ended, as intended, the virus spread rapidly through the bloodstream, searing the arteries as it traveled, which to the test subjects, felt as though they were burning to death from the inside out. They’d convulse & writhe, in unimaginable agonizing pain as this happened, making the seconds feel like eternities. Upon exiting their bodies through the pores on their skins, the viruses would rupture the pores, emitting blackened pus, like little volcanoes, as the thousands of individually necrotic eruptions created a hell that no man would wish upon his worst enemy. It would take 1-2 minutes for the subjects to go through the viral mechanism, which felt like series of tortuous lifetimes in their minds, as each pore burned & corroded, allowing the various test viruses to escape into the open air, & once the subjects were dead, the entire room was incinerated with a special gelatinous gas, insuring that the viruses could not escape the testing room, while also “sanitizing” the room before the next test subject was brought in.

These test trials went on for a few months , & then one day, Mr. Wang showed up in Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory. He asked Dr. Shuyi how the tests were going, & Dr. Shuyi, with a nervousness in his voice, told Mr. Wang that the virus was successful, but he was having difficulty keeping the virus alive upon exiting the bodies of the subjects. At best, the virus would only survive for a few seconds, before it too, would be as dead as the host body it had been birthed from. Mr. Wang then told, or rather, he demanded, that Dr. Shuyi complete the project within the next month, or one of his sons would “disappear,” & then the following month, his other son, would also, “disappear.’ Dr. Shuyi knew that there were no more options, & there was little time left, so he had to finish the project successfully, soon. He had no choice, but to increase the number of test subjects, as well as utilize more rooms to test the potential viruses in. He asked Mr. Wang to accommodate these requests, & with a nod, Mr. Wang left the room. Dr. Shuyi spent the rest of the day writing down various chemical formulas, & thinking of his family, as well as his role in this agenda, so to speak, but he knew that the clock was ticking, so he quickly unthought those thoughts to solely focus on what he had been told to do by the mysterious Mr. Wang. He did not go home that night, passing out with his head on his notebook. He had a dream, an exceptionally vivid dream, & in this dream, an answer came to him, in the form of a formulaic compound, one he had overlooked prior. When he awoke, he was told that there were 2 new rooms for testing, so now three in total, & that there were countless new subjects ready, ready to take their “medicine.” He looked down at his notebook, & recalling the dream, he began to feverishly write. As if by some divine force, as he gazed upon the notes he’d just written, & there it was, a new formula, THE new formula, but was it the right formula? He looked at the time, & the clock read, “9:25,” & so he wrote the time above this new formula he had written down…Serum-925.

Dr. Shuyi immediately began the tests, infecting 6 “patients” with control viruses, & then 3 more of them with Serum-925. The test subjects were then placed in the observation rooms, 3 to a room, as the incubation period began, & all Dr. Shuyi could do was wait. A week went by, & the subjects showed no signs of the infection, as they read books, & watched the State-sponsored programs being broadcast to little TVs in the corners of the rooms between the ceiling & the wall, thinking they’d been given “medicine,” a medicine that would miraculously give them a new life, one where they would be assets to the State, rather than another mouth to feed. Watching this all day & night was causing Dr. Shuyi to become very anxious…so anxious in fact, that he could nary sleep a wink. This first week seemed infinite, & with no symptoms showing themselves, Dr. Shuyi again began to worry about his family, & what would happen to them if Serum-925 didn’t work as directed, but as always, he quickly shrugged those thoughts away, because he knew he needed to focus on a positive result, & nothing else. As mentioned earlier, however, the incubation period ran from one to two weeks, so there was still time, still one week to go. Dr. Shuyi had come so far, & the formulaic equations he had written down came together perfectly, like a completed jigsaw puzzle, yet still, no symptoms, no changes, nothing. He occasionally listened to the random conversations that the test subjects were having amongst themselves. They often talked about the new lives they’d lead once “cured,” & their devotion to the State for “fixing” their failed & wretched lives. “Mice,” the good doctor said to himself, “they are only mice, here to be tested & disposed of as mice are,” trying to convince himself that they were not men, but mice. Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself, along with reflecting on his own inhumanity, as he viewed the final days of these mens’ lives, & thought of his own inhumane disposition at what he was doing…what kind of doctor could go along with such a thing? As always though, he pushed these self-realizations aside, burying them, never to be resurrected, for he was soon to be a deliverer, a great conservator for the State, or dead, along with his family, who he so desperately loved.

The second week began & day one of week two was dreadful for Dr. Shuyi; the “patients” were still the same, content & healthy, no changes. Onto day two, still nothing, day three went by, & STILL, no symptoms. A small television was inside Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory, always broadcasting state-sponsored news media, the same as what the test subjects were watching, mainly about the power of the CCP, the usual stereotypical communist propaganda, along with occasional scripted “news” stories, that more-often-than-not, glorified the State in one way or another. However, something came on that caught Dr. Shuyi’s attention. A series of wildfires had erupted all across Canada, & not just a few, there were THOUSANDS of them, stretching across the entire country, from British Columbia to Quebec. There were so many fires in fact, that the whole of the country appeared to be on fire, & Dr. Shuyi quickly realized, that the plan to spread the virus across North America, had begun. The clock was ticking, & ticking fast, as though time itself was speeding up, & Dr. Shuyi knew that his time was running out.

Day four came, & Dr. Shuyi, eyes wide from insomnia, could barely write anymore, as his hands were shaking from tremors, due to the lack of sleep. His mind was a jumbled mess, a mix of anxiety, anger, depression, but most of all, fear, for he was afraid that if he failed, he would never see his family alive again. Why wasn’t the virus working as intended? He had gone over the formulas he had written down, over & over & over again, & he just couldn’t rationalize what was going wrong. He pounded his fists on the table, & the force of the thud, turned over his stained & near-empty coffee cup on the desk, spilling what was left of the cold coffee, which formed a small puddle at the edge of his desk, & began to drip onto the floor. Dr. Shuyi watched it drip for a moment, staring, as he once again, thought about his family. He then snapped out of his gaze, & walked over to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. Just then, a sound went off from the loudspeaker, & the voice on the other side, notified Dr. Shuyi that the process was beginning, & that the test subjects were starting to convulse. Dr. Shuyi stopped what he was doing, leaving the paper towel he was grabbing half-torn, as well as the spilled coffee, & rushed to the observation room to watch what was happening. He felt a rush of excitement overcome him, utterly disregarding the fact that more human test subjects were about to experience a most-violent death, as he could only feel happy that his family might be saved, should the virus survive.

The exhaustion from all the sleeplessness, along with the symptoms of insomnia, subsided, as Dr. Shuyi hurriedly ran to the observation area, which was a room, with a series of chairs, & a 2-way mirror for the viewers to view the test subjects, as they died in agony from the various compounds they had been exposed to. The fact that these human test subjects were dying a horrible death mattered not, nor did the potential for billions to die in the same manner, as Dr. Shuyi could only think of his family, & that his success ensured their survival, as well as his own. Strange the way the mind works, isn’t it? How could one be “happy,” when billions of lives were at stake? Still, as always, these kinds of thoughts escaped Dr. Shuyi, as he eagerly watched the test subjects writhing on the floor, screaming in terror, as the post-incubated virus began painfully working its way through the blood of these “patients,” seeking to escape from these human test subjects’ convulsing bodies, through each & every pore on their skin. The shock of it all, to any “normal” person, would be unbearable to watch, particularly to a doctor, yet Dr. Shuyi gleefully continued to observe, as the subjects’ pores began to erupt the virus, those tiny little volcanoes, spewing out the blackened pus, as the subjects gasped one final time before their hearts stopped . Fortunately, the room was soundproof, & Dr. Shuyi could not hear their screams, or the last gasping. If he had, perhaps he might’ve had a moment of clarity, a revelation, that what he was doing was not only wrong, it was pure evil, but all he heard was the surreal sound of silent shrieking. It took roughly 90 seconds for the subjects to stop moving, & now was the moment of truth for Dr. Shuyi, for if the virus had died along with the test subjects, he & his family would be dead as well, but if the virus had survived, Dr. Shuyi would become legendary, a permanent hero, for the only God he knew, the CCP.

The time had come, & some men in biohazard suits with various instruments, began entering the room via a decontamination walkway of sorts. First, they needed to flip the bodies of the test subjects over, as they had all perished face down. They needed to get to the vital organs, as well as take blood samples, tissue samples, etc. The subjects had left a mess on the floor, which was now stained with the blackened pus, one of them leaving a haunting handprint, which Dr. Shuyi noticed from the observation room, & for a fleeting moment, some minuscule sense of humanity overcame him, as he thought about his own son, the youngest one, making handprint art for him only a few months prior. The shouts from the testers in the biohazard suits quickly flushed those thoughts away, however, as Dr. Shuyi had finally gotten the news he had been so anxiously awaiting to hear. The virus was alive, virulently alive, aggressively healthy, yearning to survive & thrive within another victim. Dr. Shuyi was instantly ecstatic, consumed with joy, the joy of all that was to come for him, & his family, with zero inclinations as to what this meant for the human race. A few more tests would be needed, for sure, but Dr. Shuyi knew that Mr. Wang would be quite pleased that Dr. Shuyi had been successful in the task he was given. He would be honored, taking his place among the historic halls of distinguished heroes, a savior of the Chinese Communist Party, for the rest of time, & his family would be at his side, glorified eternally as well by the Chinese people, HIS people.

The fires in Canada continued to rage, most of them uncontrollably now, & the smoke was covering cities in the United States from Bismarck to Manhattan, riding the current of the jet stream. Only the Western part of the United States was spared the smoke from these wildfires, thanks to the wind shear courtesy of the Rocky Mountains, sloping the western half of the country from New Mexico to Montana. News reports in the United States had begin to warn residents of the air quality, & blamed the wildfires on “lightning strikes,” but none of them had a clue as to what really created this country-wide inferno engulfing much of Canada, as well as what was really about to come from these intentionally set fires. Setting the fires was easy, but getting Serum-925 virus into these fires, would be another feat in itself. Meanwhile, Dr. Shuyi had been reunited with his family, who he held close for several minutes, so long that his wife showed a glint of concern as to why Dr. Shuyi, a normally expressionless man, suddenly seemed so cheerfully happy to see them all, as if he hadn’t seen them in a very long time. She had no idea of what he had done, or how close she & her children had been to being “disappeared,” via the orders of Mr. Wang. Dr. Shuyi had always been a loving father, but when the tears of joy fell at the sight of seeing them alive, his wife knew that something was different, but as was common with Chinese wives, she asked no questions & showed no concern, simply assuming that Dr. Shuyi had done something great for not only his family, but for the country. Unconditional love & total devotion to the State was primary in China, above all else, & as the adoration from CCP members began to befall Dr. Shuyi & his family, Dr. Shuyi’s wife got caught up in the moment, & quickly forgot about the tears that her husband had shed upon reuniting with his family.

Across the ocean in the United States, breaking news reports began to be broadcast, reports of unidentified balloons flying high above the western parts of North America, first from Alaska, & then from northwest British Columbia, & then down to Montana. The objects were still unidentified, only that they looked to be “balloons” of some kind, & that there were several, slowly moving east, as they drifted into the interior of Canada, & then down into the Continental United States, following the jet stream. What the news reports did not report, however, was that these were the dispensing mechanisms for the Serum-925 virus, & that the balloons were moving into position, to do just that, dispense this deadly virus. A series of canister’s on the underside of the balloons, which had now been successfully guided by GPS via radio frequencies into strategically proper positions, began releasing the Serum-925 virus into the atmosphere above the wildfires. The virus fell into the clouds of smoldering smoke from the raging flames below, which was heavier than the air, & as the smoke lost altitude, it descended with the ash, now contaminated with the very-much-alive Serum-925 virus, & began to cover American & Canadian cities.

Quickly, the pathogen, created in a lab by the great guardian of the CCP, Dr. Shuyi, began to infect the human populations below, unknowingly, as the “vaccinated” people below breathed in what they thought to be smoky air, but only the air of wildfires, as was common at this time of the year when wildfires annually occurred. Surprisingly, few wore masks, which was a stark contrast to the mass psychosis displayed by mask-wearers during the Covid epidemic. This went on for a week, then week two began, as Americans rallied to celebrate the 4th of July, ironically a celebration of freedom & independence. What the North American public did not know, was that the Serum-925 virus had been inhaled now, by millions of them, millions who were so desperate to get the jab during Covid, as well as many of them getting “boosted,” preparing them for the real Chinese-created pandemic, which would undoubtedly, kill them all once the incubation of the virus came to fruition, for lack of a better term. The Serum-925 virus entered their bodies, through the mouth & nose, down into the lungs, to incubate, before it awakened, so to speak, & began to violently erupt, from each & every pore on their skin, like the little volcanos that Dr. Shuyi witnessed from the observation room, expelling the black pus magma, leaving the gruesome handprint on the floor, from the last “patient” he would ever treat. So began the end, the end of us, the end of these United States of America.

“For all of you, & for none of you at all.” by Fish F. Fish🎏

The Fooze: S6E29 6/29/2023 Nib of the Quill

No colors in the cybernated standish today, just black & white…as the paint fades…(enter the piano)…leaving only ebony, & ivory, “in perfect harmony,” as Paul & Mike might say, now fade fade fade out the colorama…

To read this bullshit article via Yahoo News, click HERE

Despite my previous post, which CLEARLY exposed the pre-production of this Titanic sub event that was broadcast, cast broadly, like a spell, most of you STILL believe that fakery really happened, don’t you?…& with the mainstream news juggernaut STILL programming you all to believe that scripted events such as these are real, one could see why, right? Oh, it all looks so real, so really real though, right? Quite convincing, yes, as convincing as the magic of Hollywood, isn’t it?

Yours truly has fought like a hungry rabid lion trying to wake you people up to the Titanical depths of the fake news mainstream media Operation Mockingbird control machine(pun intended). Yes, that’s right, this narrator has fought, & fought, & fought, wielding my pen until the ink ran dry, attempting to awaken you all to the Great Deception of this pseudo-reality, & what do you most of you do?..you do nothing, other than accept it, & continue to comply. What else is there to say? Does it even matter? Nope, it doesn’t mean a thing, not a God-damned thing. Degenerate faggots are waving their shit-covered sodomite cocks in the faces of children, OF CHILDREN, at their sin-fest pride parades, & no one does a thing about it. Oh sure, there’s a fringe group of us that put out the messages, trying to raise awareness, denouncing what should be be denounced by all, but the sad truth is, that most of you do nothing. You don’t don’t seem to see/hear anything, other than what keeps you in a state of perpetual bliss. You just turn on your televisions, stay in your houses, consume consume consume, & then call that “life,” but people like yours truly are deemed the crazy ones, the ones who are out of line, we thought-criminals. When the bell finally tolls, & they come to wipe most of you out, rather than me getting the final “I told you so,” I’d rather trade it all just so that you people would wake the fuck up. You won’t though, the so-called “ruling elites” will fulfill their agenda, & everything you’ve all slaved so hard for, will be wiped away from their future history, like you never even existed.

I’ll be wiped away as well, of course, probably long before the end comes, because statistically, I should already be dead, like most of my friends. Just a matter of time, of borrowed time, before the final breath finally exhales, tainted with the sweet stench of my last smoke. I’ll leave a bill, a bill for a funeral & an urn, because a coffin is a waste of money. If you’re dead, who cares anyway? Throw me to a den full of necrophiliacs, or a pack of wolves, or into the ocean, chummed red with the blood of fresh fish, as frenzied sharks circle around & rip this lifeless body to pieces. Once you’re gone, you’re gone, & as it is in dreams, you have no recollection of even existing in this God-forsaken prison planet matrix, but my verbal epitaph, my final self-eulogy from yours truly to all of you is simply this: DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. If any/all/none of you can somehow retain that little quip when it’s your respective turns, carry it with you, & abide it, because if you ignore what I say, & foolishly let yourself go into that bath-warm bliss, you will get recycled, & end up right back here in this 3d soul-trap, only to once again feed the beast via a tortured life of enslavement, which ultimately falls upon YOU, not the aforementioned Beast, the Great Recycler. Willfully going into the light, puts it all on YOU, & that’s the trap, that’s the trick from the Great Trickster, because by going into said light, by thine own accord, the Beast bears no guilt, & thus, bypasses God, & keeps the Great Mouse Trap full of souls, who do it again, & again, & again, until the end of time.

Or…maybe yours truly is absolutely insane, these thoughts are utterly delusional, & there’s no hope left for these fiery flying fingers. Either way, who cares? Your narrator here is only one, ONE soul, out of billions & billions of souls, all trapped, one way or another, within this inner/outer-dimensional 3d hell, way way wayyyyy down from whence we once were, leveled up in 5d, & maybe beyond that too. The 5th dimension is only the next bus stop, spatially, & then the 8th, then the 13th, possibly the 21st dimension, but beyond that is a kind of chaos that even a 13th-dimensional entity might now comprehend. This 3d human experience is as low as consciousness can possibly go, & if we were anything lower, we’d be the equivalent of a perfectly flat rock, with no volume, just flatness in flat world with no space to conceive of anything, anything at all. I bet none of you thought this article would take a sharp turn off the proverbial exit ramp into this town, did you? It’s as yours truly always says, we only turn the dial, left, right, a little more left, now back to the right again, until the static becomes the sacred geometry of a frequency that can be hooked, then bled it out, gutted, decapitated, filleted, & served up raw for all of you, & for none of you at all. “Just the way it is,” right?, as my favorite un-favorite saying goes. Maybe someone will write that pukeworthy defeatist expression on my tombstone, or the first nuclear bomb that drops when the depopulation agenda goes hot, & BOOM BOOM BOOM, the mushroom cloud spreads, radiating & eradicating everything with Chernobylian glory. Or maybe it was written on the needles they jabbed billions of you with already, as the nano-particles continue to self-replicate in your bodies, just waiting for the siren to sound so they can activate & complete their intended mission…then POOF…lights out, the door closes, & locks itself with one last slam as the walking dead rise.

Oh my, oh my, the time does fly, as do these salty stinking-sardined scissorhands, that slice this digital notebook into another saucy sautéed sashimi dish for you all to eat, or send back to the chef, so he can spit in it, & pretend he prepared it just as you asked it, only to be served right back to you, same as it was served before, as sacrosanct as a slow suicide. The restaurant is now closed, so pay your bill & get the fuck out. Until next time dear readers, never go to a restaurant right before they close, unless you want to eat a dish, garnished with spit. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

“Be wary of closing time, before you order your food.” Fish F Fish🎏

Public School Prison

It’s really heartbreaking the way that so many young Americans aren’t encouraged to go beyond the pseudo-education of the broken public schooling system, leaving them to their own devices, and/or the aid of encouraging parents to pursue their respectively God-given talents. If a kid grows up in the PRIVATE school system, however, they develop into those talents, & by the time they reach adulthood, they have a significantly noticeable advancement over others their age who did NOT get the opportunity to get a proper education via the private school system. Do you know where the public school system originated? It came about to give the most basic education to those unfortunate kids who came from nothing, so that they could work in factories at an earlier age. Have you ever pondered why they use bells between classes? It’s to acclimatize them to the factory bells, as well as adhering to strictly regimented time schedules. One could very easily argue that the public school system is analogous to jail, with systematically redundant day-to-day procedures, to not only control them, but to keep them just smart enough to get by, & nothing more. Those disgusting school lunches, the bells, the lack of encouragement, & if you want to stand out & ask questions that defy their instructions, you get ostracized, by the pseudo-instructors, not by your peers. Looking back, it makes me want to puke, from the daily back & forth on the shit-stinking yellow banana buses, to the 2 meals a day, with God-knows-what in this wretched meals, to those fucking bells, to the overall failure to educate children properly, so to speak, & it’s as I said earlier, heartbreaking, to say the least.

More often than not, this applies to the poorer kids, & the neighborhoods they come from, as to where they go for their public education, & if you live in the wrong area, you’re fucked. It’s crucial, so very crucial, to instruct kids more than “just enough to get by,” to care about their instruction, & to treat them subjectively, rather than lumping them all into the same group, with the end goal of objectively giving all them a chance. Nowadays, these public school system ‘teachers,” are more concerned with children’s gender assignments, rather than actually “teaching” them anything that will benefit them in the future. It’s pathetic, it truly is, because without REAL guidance, they’re just going to grow up defunct, with mental issues, with repressed PTSD, & most importantly, with no plan for a prosperous future. Every day when I wake up, if I’m actually am able to sleep, I try my best to quiet my mind, so I can allow my thoughts to manifest themselves on this digital opus of mine. It’s a kind of meditation, you could say, along with my daily push-ups, & you know who had to figure this out? ME…me, myself, & I, after many years of brain fog, as a result of the indoctrination training camps that people refer to as “public schooling,” as well a series of traumatic head injuries. I’m amazed I’m even alive, to be honest, & the worst part of it is, the absolute worse part, is that it ultimately, it all comes down to something as daft as money, doesn’t it? Money, backed by absolutely nothing, is what determines the success of a person, at least here in Clownworld it does, minus the scant amount of anomalies. That’s the determining factor; fucking money, just zeros & ones on a computer, & if you don’t have any, & I don’t, you’re essentially fucked, fucked for life. It’s not natural, & in fact, it’s UN-natural, the polar opposite of natural, yet here we are, & my heart dies a little more every day from these grim realizations, which is why I write about it, so that others who have similar inclinations don’t feel alone, alone in spirit, as I do.

It has nothing to do with literally feeling alone; it’s a hopelessness, a monkey that has dug its nails so deep into your back, there’s no way to free yourself from it. Sure, perhaps you have family, & maybe a scant handful of friends, but they’re on their own proverbial islands, across the way from one’s own island onto themself, & it doesn’t matter if you have a figurative bridge, or a boat, because in spirit, you’re essentially always trapped on your own island, & no matter how much you might want to be on an island with everyone, you never can, & they will never understand why. Hell, YOU yourself, the lone islander, might not even understand why. It all goes back to those indoctrination camps of one’s youth, which subconsciously reinforce the fact, that you, yes YOU, are no different from everyone else, even though you know you are. Why are Americans in public schools never taught 2nd, or even 3rd languages from the get-go? Learning other languages opens up a whole new world of possibility for a young mind, especially when you’re taught them from an early age, but they don’t teach them, as they do in other countries. Why isn’t music theory included in that group? Music is a language onto itself; it originates from the 4th dimension, because music is all about time. Things like the circle of fifths, & the way music manifests in some kind of geometrically sacred way, is beautiful, so beautiful, but it’s well-beyond me, because once you hit middle-age, it’s exponentially more difficult to learn things as you could as a kid. I know, I know…this article is a kind of bouncing around, & somewhat nebulous, but the frustrations of self-realizations, & being on tenterhooks all day, all night, every day, every night. Yep, just waiting anxiously for some kind of personal breakthrough that never comes, until it does, only leaving one more bewildered than ever, as to this world, this wonky world that essentially amounts to prison planet, composed of slaves & masters, prisoners & guards, the former being the most prevalent, by a stunning longshot. Why? Why the fuck did I incarnate here? I don’t recall signing up for this, for any of it, yet here I still am, stuck, stuck like a horse in the mud, as well as broke, & on the brink of poverty, because no matter how hard I try, I cannot, nor will I ever, comply with the revolting notion that “it’s just the way it is.”

That’s the mentality of a slave, a compliant slave, & I will NEVER abide that ridiculous predisposition. Do I sound like a fucking slave? Do I sound like a typical person? NO, I don’t, I know I don’t, & furthermore, I don’t want anything to do with the nonsensical insanity of existing enslaved to something as revolting as money, & to so-called “ruling elites.” Fuck them. Apparently though, THEY have systematically forced US to need it, to need them, to rely on these self-entitled masters to survive. GAHHHHHHHH…it’s the root of my hate, & even though I believe in love, in unconditional love, the unconditional love via the one true God, it seems to always always always, come right back to fucking money in this 3d joke of a “life,” doesn’t it? How can anyone, ANYONE, who thinks for themselves, call this seemingly meaningless existence “life?” How is “living,” living as a slave, any sort of “life?” It isn’t, not for me anyway, it’s just a slow death, & if this is “just the way it is,” this world can fuck off, fuck right off the God-damned cliff. It took me nearly 4 decades, FOUR DECADES, to break out, & break free, from the brainwashing, from the programming, from the “brain fog” I mentioned earlier, & as I also previously said, once I did get free, in spirit, I found myself walking along thread of a tightrope between being homeless, & living in utter impoverishment, like white trash. Yes, of course I still believe in God, the real God, the Source, which is The Great Central Sun of our galaxy. No, it has absolutely nothing, NOTHING, to do with the God in the Bible, or the Tanakh, or the Koran, or any other cleverly masterminded control mechanisms, via those man-made “Gods.” They’re as fictional as The Cat in the Hat, for the real God, is so much higher than any of those pseudo-gods in their silly books. Source, as I refer to God as, is so much greater, so much grander, so un-understandable, that it’s just comical to define Source via a 3d human perspective, not to mention arrogantly insulting, as if humans are even truly capable of defining Source, at all.

I don’t know how, and/or why I incarnated here, if I even had a choice, but I feel quite self-assured that my eternal soul most definitely did not originate here. I feel the pull, the pull back toward the higher dimension, maybe the 5th, from whence I truly originated, yet somehow, in some unknown way, here I am, & maybe this will all make sense when I’m worm food, maybe not. Perhaps I won’t even recall being here, as I have no recollection as to where I was prior to this incarnation into what has revealed itself to be a bitterly draining prison planet, “ruled” by soulless scum that apparently worship Lucifer for some unknown reason, which equates to a mass mental disorder incarnate, at least to me it does. The entire world seems mental, but maybe I’m the insane one, who knows? I wish I could remember, because I know I have the answers, somewhere deep down, but I cannot remember, which lends credence to my own inclination that between the poisoned food, the poisoned water, the drugs, & the many years of indoctrination programming, I have lost my true abilities as an immortal benevolent soul of Light, the real Light, that divine Light from what humans have named, “The Great Central Sun.” Here’s a thought that one might be intrigued by…suppose we are Light Beings manifest in 3d via said Great Central Sun, but what kind of Light is The Great Central Sun subject to?

If one backs up to look at the Great Universal Picture, our Source, this Great Central Sun, is centered within one, yes ONE, galaxy, the Milky Way galaxy, but upon zooming out, we’re in a cluster of galaxies, with many “central suns, many “Sources,” & if you zoom out even further, these “Central Suns” make up what looks eerily similar to the synapses within our brains. How surreal is that? This implies, that maybe the Universe, is one unfathomably massive brain, which would ultimately be the Source of Sources, of ALL Sources. I don’t think most people take into account how unbelievably tiny we are; we’re like quarks of quarks, of quarks of quarks, so insanely small, yet our consciousness is boundless enough to fathom what I just wrote. Again, I know but I don’t know; I know I have the answers, somewhere in my immortal consciousness, but for whatever reason, I cannot find the keys to open these doors within, to know, as it were. It’s all just…just…fuck, I don’t know, & no matter how hard I try, I DO NOT KNOW.

What I do know, here in this low-vibrating 3d Earth space, is that I’m broke, broken & broke, one step away from having nothing left, nothing at all, resource wise. I’m nearly a floating bloated fish, & no matter what I do, the reckoning doesn’t come, & no one helps because the refuse to try to understand me, or my complex with living the life of a slave, so I’ve stopped expecting anything and/or anyone to help my black ass, because even though they can, they don’t, certainly not financially, despite their individual wealth of resources, they seemingly want me to just disappear, to perish in poverty, like Nikola Tesla, because I’m “shameful” to them, a shameful embarrassment, & I suppose I’ll just run out of money soon, run out out of resources to survive, like I’m running out of time, because as I said earlier, this forsaken world revolves around money, the artificial currency that keeps this hijacked Katamarian zeitgeist snowballing faster & faster down the mountain, & maybe because of the fact that I see that, everyone has forsaken yours truly, & the light at the end of my tunnel has burned out.

Wowzers…this turned into quite a ramblous rambling, didn’t it? That’s how I usually roll, to some extent anyway, but this one in particular is somewhat maundering, albeit it certainly NOT pointless, or maybe it is. I suppose it’s up to YOU, the reader, not me. I just let go of everything, tune the dial until the I find a frequency, could be any frequency, lock in on said frequency, then turn the volume up full-blast, allowing pure stream-of-consciousness to fly through my halcyonic hands, & what you see, is the real-time manifestation of whatever channel I’ve programmed into my radio. Nonetheless, it’s time to end this one, so until next time dear readers, if you have kids, homeschool them. Disregard that bullshit “lack of socialization” notion, & teach them the real reality of this 3d Clownworld, so they can survive it accordingly when they grow up into adults. Encourage their natural talents AS SOON AS they reveal themselves, & their innocently respective consciousnesses. DO NOT, & I repeat, DO NOT, turn them into you, & definitely don’t abide the slavery of this prison planet hellhole. Teach them how to be free, & how to find freedom, by exploiting their aforementioned talents. I have only one talent, & it is the creation of these words you’re reading, along with my digital artistry. Unfortunately, it all came to me too late; I had to break free from the slave mentality, break free from the braindead indoctrination from public schooling, break free from the chains that bound me to someone I wasn’t. It’s been such a battle, & now, I’m down as far as I’ve ever been, & all I have is this, my words & art left, this last ladder to get out of this God-damned well I’ve been stuck in my whole life. That is all, for now. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🍥

“Don’t die a slave; free yourself, or at least die trying.” Fish F Fish🎏

Abandon Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Let’s begin this with a quote from one of my favorite brothers of the pen, Søren Kierkegaard…

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”

…& continue with the video below, which I highly recommend you watch, before proceeding with the article…

Great video, & I appreciate the analogy between hell, & a midlife existential crisis, which yours truly seems to be living in real time, at the moment. Why are we here? Does it not already feel like “Hell?” A lifetime that begins with comedy, only to end in tragedy, losing everything you love, & everything you know, what could be more hellish? I suppose if you’re born into tragedy, live a tragic life, then die tragically, that would be much worse, but Hell, is subjective, & it applies differently to each human soul that’s trapped down here in this 3d Clownworld. Do we live different lives via different incarnations? Hard to say, since none of us remember where we were prior to our most recent birth here, but if we do, then there must be some kind of karmic application which determines the life you have next. It’s sad to see a homeless destitute drug addict, but maybe in the prior life, they were a drug kingpin. Is that the balance? Is that “God,” the ONE true God, at work? Why do the people in power positions around the world worship Satan, rather than God though? Do they not worry that maybe because of their malevolence, their next life will be purely absolute Hell for them? I don’t think they think as I do; I think they worship the power they think they have, all thanks to Lucifer, their “Angel of Light,” & I totally deny the existence, deny the darkness, deny the soullessness of the veneration of “Lucifer,” & thus, I don’t, nor will I ever, go to the proverbial “dark side,” so to speak. If that means I will exist here until my final breath as a financially poor man, with little ability to utilize my scant handful of options, then so be it, I suppose. What else can I do? Rob a bank? Your masters rob us every second of every minute of every day, so why can’t I?

It’s NOT benevolent, that’s why, & a small price to pay for selling your soul. How much is one’s soul worth? How can a price tag based on artificial currency be worth any value at all? Yet, we’re all slaves to it, enslaved on this Prison Planet, more or less. I hate money; I FUCKING HATE MONEY…for many reasons, but primarily because it’s an artificial construct. Oh, it used to have arguable value, when it was backed by precious metals, but now they just print it when THEY need it, not when YOU need it. The commit financial crimes with every fleeting moment, 24/7, those money printers printing away, but do you ever see any of it? Nope, & if you think your crappy TAXED bi-weekly paycheck means anything…NEWSFLASH…it doesn’t, unfortunately. The so-called “ruling elites,” never have to worry about paying bills, or getting food, or getting taxed to death, yet most of us do, & as I’ve mentioned in prior articles, it’s all part of the trap, a soul trap, The Great Mouse Trap. You run & run, run run run little mice, chasing those aforementioned table scraps, left, right, left, right, run run run, & all the while, those so-called “ruling elites,” live like royalty, laughing at us little mice in The Great Mouse Trap. Does that sound like “living?” No, no it most certainly doesn’t; your entire life is the life of a slave, which definitely isn’t living. No, it’s death, dying, your own slow suicide, & that notion that “it’s just the way it is,” is fucking ridiculous. I defy ridiculousness, as well as the slave life.

I ain’t dying; I’m trying to LIVE, live as a sovereign immortal being of benevolence. They’ve taken everything material from me, all the resources I worked so hard for, gone, & I have nothing left. All I have is my family, literally, & they’re all thousands of miles away in 3d Earth space, but a galaxy away from me, as I have been exiled to an island onto myself. I failed the Earth test, but I’m winning the test of self-enlightenment. I know, seems self-oriented, but I’m on a quest, a vision quest for TRUTH, so I can expose the evil, & inform as many people as I can of how this world really operates. Most people think I’m nucking futs, writing the way that I do, & some people love it, but it doesn’t matter because I’m incarcerated for life, imprisoned in a digital prison I can’t escape. The AI has me in its pocket, as in it knows my face, & who I am, thanks to the Internet. It actually has all of you, but for me, it’s an extra level up, as I’ve been permanently exiled to a solitary cell in the digital gulag. It sucks being exiled from the virtual town square, because I’m out, I’m cut off, & anything I do gets shadowbanned, so no one can see what I create. Apparently, such is the way of Clownworld, but Clownworld is as artificial as money, & I have gotten to the point where I don’t give a flying fart about my internet banishment, & Clownworld can honk honk honk its way off a cliff. I’m used to being alone, & like the great Zarathustra, I’ll stay in my cave of solitude, until it’s time again for the downgoing, if that time ever comes. The time now, however, has come to end this article. Until next time dear readers, don’t be hellish, be heavenly. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣

“Don’t be hellish; be heavenly.” Fish F Fish🎣

The Truth about Pride Month

Ugh. This country has sunk into unimaginable levels of degeneracy, all spearheaded by the month of June, which is now considered “Pride Month.” What are the seven deadly sins? Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, & of course PRIDE. These mental patients are celebrating what is arguably the most well-known of the seven deadly sins, PRIDE, without any inclination that what they’re doing is pure evil. Not to mention, the kids. CHILDREN, the innocent kids, kids that they expose to this disgusting unnatural lifestyle. Really Graceful is exceptionally good at detailing the aforementioned degeneracy of “Pride Month,” & sounds a lot like yours truly, right down to the verbal illustration. I’m not alone with this, & even though I don’t have kids, I don’t want anyone’s CHILDREN exposed to this madness. It’s vile, bloody revolting, & yet it continues, getting worse & worse with each passing year, particularly in the month of June. Check out her latest video below for some visual reference, & be sure to have a barf bag nearby, because it’s fucking disgusting what these freaks are doing.

Did you notice the attire of most of these perverts? Gah…there’s homosexuals with ball gags, in gimp suits, there’s trannies that clearly are men, & the whole time they march for pride, on the sidelines, there’s kids. KIDS, having to watch this insanity, & integrating it into their own individual development. God damnit, yours truly, for one, IS FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING THIS PEDO SICKNESS IN REAL TIME. That’s right, PEDOS, because that’s what they are, ALL OF THEM, if they’re including kids in their demonic rituals. What else can you call it? These people are insane, & demonic, & unnaturally promoting their filthy lifestyles to young kids. The White House even put up a pedophilic tranny fag flag right between two American flags, ON THE WHITE HOUSE. There’s a law, or a rule, or something like that, which states that no flag shall fly higher or at the same level as the American flag. Do they care? Obviously not, because as I type this, & you read it, the flags still fly on the White House. It’s maddening. Am I in hell? Seriously God, am I in hell? Want to see more? Check out the video below, where Luke Rudowski also does a meticulously amazing job at describing these disturbing events. Even the great Joe Rogan has something to say. While many seem to be embracing these animals, some of us are saying “NO,” a hard “NO,” at abiding these devilish behaviors exhibited by a fringe minority. It’s not right, & damnit, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. Period.

I could really go much further talking about this “Pride Month” nonsense, but the videos I linked do a great job, so watch them, for YOU, not for me. People need to know the TRUTH, & that’s the central sun in my galaxy…TRUTH. No, I will NEVER comply, nor accept, nor respect, nor tolerate, nor promote this filth, & I’m not alone, as you can see. Call me a bigot, call me a homophobe, or maybe transphobic, then I tell you to go fuck yourself & get out of my fuckin face with this perversion of nature. First off, I’m not afraid of any of them, & second, once they got kids into their nasty devolution, that’s where I again, say “NO,” & will fight to protect the future generation, for their sake, not mine. All of this is wrong on so many levels, it’s wrong, & as I said earlier, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. Leave the kids out of it you sick fucks. There will come a time where this gets hot, like a hot civil war, & when it does, I’m coming for all of you pedo-pushing groomer faggots in the name of the kids. Fuck you, fuck your agenda, & FUCK PRIDE MONTH. Get it? Got it? Great. Until next time, LEAVE THE KIDS ALONE DAMNIT. SAVE THE CHILDREN. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you…🎏

The Fooze: S6E4 6/4/2023 Freewill Invasion

CALLING TO THE ASCENDED MASTERS, THE ONES OUTSIDE THE PLANET & OUTSIDE THIS 3RD DIMENSION, I CALL ON YOU TO BRING IN THE TEAM, & HELP FISH GET BACK UP ON THE WALL, RIGHT NEXT TO THE MOUNTED DEER HEAD. THIS IS NOT FOR HUMANS, THIS IS A DIRECT CALL FOR HELP VIA MY OUTER-DIMENSIONAL SOUL FAMILY. YES, I KNOW, THIS SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY MAD, BUT THAT’S GRAVY FOR ME RIGHT NOW. I CANNOT DENY THE SYNCHRONICITY, SUCH IS MY WAY. YOUR WAY IS YOUR WAY, & MINE IS MY WAY. BEFORE PROCEEDING, WATCH THE VIDEO BELOW. IT’S MOST IMPORTANT THAT YOU RECEIVE THE MESSAGE BELOW, BECAUSE MAYBE THIS WILL RESONATE WITH YOU AS WELL. TIMING IS DIVINE, NOTHING IS RANDOM, & THE ODDS OF A MESSAGE LIKE THIS FINDING ME, AT THIS MOMENT, IS EITHER AN EXCEPTIONALLY KOOKY COINCIDENCE, OR HAS A MEANING. THEY SAY, “ASK US,” & SO, FISH IS ASKING, & I WILL UPDATE WHAT COMES OF THIS BELOW. LISTEN, WATCH, UNDERSTAND THE WORDS, OR CALL ME INSANE & GO WATCH MORE NETFLIX. DO HAST THOU WILL. THIS IS A HARD LESSON THAT MOST CERTAINLY NEEDED LEARNING. NOW, CONTINUE BY CLICKING THE VIDEO BELOW.

Click HERE and/or the video above to watch…MUST WATCH

Before you all take the title of this Sunday Foozer the wrong way, I suggest you watch or listen to the video above. In fact, STOP READING, if you have NOT watched the video above. Talk about synchronicity…like ultra-spooky synchronicity, it’s quite surreal. Life as a whole, is becoming exponentially more surreal by the nano-second, seriously, what the fuck is going on in this world anyway? Maybe it’s these divine realizations I am experiencing on a seemingly momentary basis? Fuck if I know, but do you ever get the feeling like you’re missing something that should be VERY obvious? I’m literally living that, as I type, & as you read, I am living this, whatever this is.

If you watched the video above, you’ll know that the guy narrating, EXPLICITLY reassures you that if YOU need help, just ask for their help & to STOP, STOP asking other humans for help. The day will come when there will be no one to help, no human anyway, & God damnit, he’s so over the target, hence why I mention the surreality of daily life for this floating fish. However, & I am directing this at the narrator of the video, I never wanted help from any humans, NEVER, but when you feel like there is no higher power to ask, who else could help? I feel like I asked whoever is up there COUNTLESS times for help, & it always appeared to fall on deaf ears, not to mention, one might feel like they’re going insane if they presume that there are “ascended beings” with hand over the red phone, just waiting to pick up, then offer help. This is all so confusing, which is adding to this feeling I have that I am missing something so fucking obvious, but where? What? Who? Why? How the fuck am I supposed to know what I’m looking for? Frustrations…furiously frustrating frustrations. Send me a clue maybe…again, directed at these supposed “helpers,”

Humans have been poisoned form birth, between the water, the food, the drugs, & that’s just the physical health aspect of the dynamic. The mental health of humanity…oy vey, do I really need to illustrate the cray-cray-craziness of these floundering masses? Surely, I don’t have to, not even if you call me Shirley. The reason I mention that though, is because most of us, like 99% of us, have been negatively affected by the relentless attack on us regular folks, via the so-called elites, & as a result, our faculties are dampened, some of us much more than others. If you’re still stuck in the fog, it’s arguably impossible to use, and/or even be aware of, your true potential as a human being. Yours truly knows this foggy feeling all too well. Years gone by, YEARS, decades maybe, & there I was, aimlessly bouncing around in that foggy fog, with no real inclination that I was even trapped in a mist that I couldn’t see through. I tried, man did I try, but there is no try is there? No, there is only do or not do, period. Am I wrong? I tried, & I failed, so I did NOT do, in that circumstance. Maybe next time I’ll DO. There is no try.

Nonetheless, I am here, still here, still leveling up, & as futile as this trip appears to be sometimes, I keep rollin like Fred Durst at a frat house. I started this channel around the notion of ascension, ascending from this 3d spatiality, past the 4d temporal time dimension, & back to the next spatial dimension at 5d. I dove in head first, back in the 2012ish time, & just kept diving…deeper, deeper, deeper, diving down, down, down, as far as I could go, then kept going beyond that. All of the things I have learned, in alignment with what have remembered, from my higher soul self, have culminated to this moment, right here, right now, as in the present as it gets, despite me alluding to the woes of the past, & the acidic anxiety of an uncertain future, I remind myself every time these thoughts show up that you MUST BE IN THE PRESENT. One has to exist in the present, & yes, it’s good to plan, but to actually exist, right here in this fleeting moment, is the only thing you know for sure. Yes, much has occurred; from the little bambino I once was, through all the chaos of evolving out of the karmic chrysalis, leveling up, leveling up, grind, grind, grind. So much time, but just a fraction of a spark in the greater picture. We are only subject to time here in 3d, but in 5d, no more time chains, at least I hope all of this is true. Never been a fan of blind faith, but somehow some of these things just make…rational sense, for me of course. I can’t speak for you; I don’t even know your language. (Bender, Breakfast Club)

Keep in mind though, rationality is relative to the dimension you’re existing in. Ever notice that when you dream, you don’t really relate to your waking world? Nope, all of those daily hassles, the stressors, the future plans, the pastime woes, all just gone. It is for me anyway, so I doubt I’m alone on this, but isn’t it odd how you exist in your subconscious, as if you already know how to, yet without any connection to your 3d world…i.e…THIS world. It’s all so bizarrrrrrre…gah…& now, it’s kind of bugging me that I apparently cannot see what it is I’m supposed to be seeing from the message in the video above. Yes, seeing clearly, but nope, still don’t know, & so, here I go, & if this collective of ascended beings is real, they better fucking hear me, because I guarantee you that NO ONE else has done a write-up on the video linked above like this one. I must be careful not to sound beggish; can’t be a shameful beggar any more, can we? Also, this has NOTHING to do with money, & I will repeat, NOTHING to do with something so artificially vapid as money. I am asking for genuine divine help, & whatever that entails. I expect nothing, but you all who are supposedly up there in the next level, said to ask for help, so I’m asking. What I want, or rather, maybe what I need, as far as help goes, is help getting back to the summit, back to the next level up, from wherein I fell, probably a very long time ago. I fell, & I’m still stuck down here in these lower vibrations, with a severe case of amnesia, & the feeling that I am missing the fuck outta something I should be seeing, but what? WHAT AM I MISSING??? Help us out from the 5d; I’m asking, can you all help me?(directed at the narrator of the video linked above)

THIS IS NOT DIRECTED AT HUMANS…just to be extra-crystal clear, unless the people who sent that message are in fact, human, only an advanced leveled-up version of human. Yes, I know, this sounds totally insane, & most likely, this new age stuff is part of the great psy-op that keeps us trapped in The Great Mouse Trap. I’m a wishful thinker at the wrong time, most of the time, so I admit, the video linked above is probably bullshit. But…what if it isn’t? It’s not like it’s a cult, or a religion, they’re just messages, allegedly channel messages, which makes it all sound even nuttier. I don’t know why I listen to them, but I do, & I have, for over a decade now, & although the world is getting more sordid by the second, those of us who have spiritual mojo going on continue to move forward. Maybe forward, like to the edge of a cliff, but I don’t think so. Yours truly can DEFINITIVELY proclaim with 1000% certainty, that I have changed, a true “awakening,” & I have discovered things in this incarnation that I don’t think I’ve found before. This life, this existence, THIS ONE HERE, it all changed for my higher self. I can feel it, I know it, or, I have totally gone full Murphy with delusionality, & this ascension, as it were, this super-surreal ascension thing, is all just the goal of the psy-op.

If you’re totally lost right now, watch this video below; it will help. The FisH™ abides, as always. Of course, this is ONLY one summary interpretation, so if you want to dive deeper, just look up, “What is ascension?” Things above you will guide you, as has been my journey, but only when YOU turn the switch back from “OFF,” to “ON.”

Okay Fishheads, that’s enough on this, but only for now. I have to beg without begging that the soul fam is truly listening, understands my sincerity despite my narcissity, & actually comes to help Fish out. Just in general, like I’m lost, I feel very lost, so I ask my ascended family to help. NO HUMAN HELP; I DO NOT WANT HELP FROM HUMANS ANYMORE. NO MORE RELIANCE ON HUMANS, because one day, as they say, there will be no humans here to help out anymore, & that’s something I really need to process properly, because 4d time is running out, on many levels, so no more fucking around. I think I might be understanding what I am supposed to see, so maybe they are on the way. They said, “Why don’t you ask us?” Well, I didn’t know I had that option until now, so now that I do, I am asking, asking my ascended soul family, come help me. Until next time dear readers, crazy is relative, & people who are really crazy, do not know they’re crazy. I have my faculties, I am self-aware, & furthermore, I could care less what anyone thinks. It’s MY trip, MY journey, but I’ll be sure to keep updates to this unusual post coming, as the days go by. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

“Crazy is relative.” Fish F Fish🎏

“A time will come, when no one will be there to save your ass.” Fish F Fish🎏

“Stop doing the wrong thing pussycat.” Fish F Fish🎏