Click the video above to watch my latest creation, as a tribute to Luis Vasquez of the band Soft Moon, who sadly died last week, along with 2 of his friends from what, in my experience, looks like a 3-way overdose. A “hat-trick” overdose you could say, 3 dead in one go. Seem like there’s a few a day at this point, doesn’t it? However, 3 at once is quite rare, but the Universe is unmerciful like that sometimes I suppose. That fetty is no joke…one hot batch, & over the edge you go, with no way to get back. It all just becomes a tunnel-vision point of no return, then you go, & you’re gone, POOF, over, done, your entire life, done, the end.
Fucking spooky as fuck…to me it is anyway, especially since I quit counting all of my dead friends who lost the battle as well. I think we should level the entire country of China for unleashing that shit onto the West, but unfortunately, the psychopaths at the top of the power pyramid want us all dead, & so the fent continues to flow, more-so than ever before. The great opiate plandemic is slow-killing this country, rotting it from the inside out. China is playing a very sinister long-game, & what’s worse is that they’re being allowed to do this. Grrrrr…it all infuriates you if you let it, so as I mentioned in previous posts, fuck it. What can anyone really do to stop this juggernaut from going over the cliff? Nothing, so just enjoy the show. It’s all just like a dream, & when the end, your own end, finally comes, it’ll be just like going to sleep, only you’ll wake up somewhere else, with something else to do. At least, I hope that’s how it all goes down. I don’t wanna see humanity end up in total dystopian pandemonium, I don’t want to see war of any kind, mass death, absolute chaos, people acting like savage barbarian primates to survive, of course I don’t want any of that, most don’t, obviously…but…the globalists DO. Awareness is simply just how it reads…being aware, but awareness & dynamic action are two very different things. If we could all unite as one solidified force, we could end this global tyranny in one day, ONE DAY, but nope, we’re more divided than ever, which is just what they want, & so we continue to snowball this zeitgeist along this precarious path until one day the water will boil into a gas, & everything will change in an instant. As usual, I am ranting, so before I wrap this up, check out the lyrics to the song below…kind surreal, is it not?
The Soft Moon: Try
Alone, to live with my own thoughts The burning, it won’t stop The air is all gone I’m falling and can’t stop The end is on my mind The end is alright
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
The end is on my mind
The only chance I’ve got Is to elevate my mind Before I leave my side I’m running out of time
Alone
The end is on my mind
Once again, shoutout to the darkwave legend, Luis Vasquez, of the band Soft Moon. Travel well to the next destination brother. Rest easy. Until next time Fishheads, enjoy being alive, really enjoy it, even if only for today. That is all for now. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Geez Louise, is there any place that WON’T ban me?…fuckin hell, this is outrageous. I can’t say anything anywhere anymore, & people think that only China erases people. Fuck no, it’s already in the West, & since I am my own living example, I can assure you, it’s very real. Honestly, this isn’t even the bad times, I know, it sucks ass, believe me I know, but despite how bad it may seem, the roller coaster is still boarding. The worst is yet to come for sure, & dumbasses like me who have a virtually nonexistent credit score because it’s so low, you can believe that when the real Chinese-style credit system comes in to this once-great country, as the USSA quickly degenerates into a 3rd world communist hellhole, it’s going to make living impossible, unless you do some kind of side-hustle, & it better be lucrative, because everything is on the line if you get caught. The beginning of the real end is upon us. This world of 8 billion people is simply too many, according to those ruling elites of course. As soon as the AI has the ability to do what any average human can do, the slaughter will begin. I bring all of these things up, because Reddit, of all places, has systematically banned me from various “communities,” for just posting my articles from here onto there. I thought Reddit was all about open-discussion, but apparently, it’s a bunch of digital cliques, & obviously there’s some cool ones too, but one after another, they keep booting me, & now I’ve been warned that if it continues, I’ll receive the dreaded “banned-for-life” violation, & then Reddit can join the club with Facebook, Twitter, GIPHY, Bitchute, WhatsApp, & I’m sure there’s some app and/or site I am missing, not to mention being shadowbanned everywhere no matter where, but you get the point, yes? Exiled from 3d prion planet world, banished from the digital world, what world is left for me to go to? The after-world? Where do you go when there’s nowhere left to go?
If I had enough money, I’d go live in The Salton Sea for a month or two, just to get completely away from any sort of Hunger Games-ish society, before it’s too late to go anywhere anymore. What happened to this world? It started out with this amazingly innocent light magic, then over time, darkness corrupts that brightly beating heart until it dies, & never beats again. It’s not a life of “living,” it’s a life of dying, “life” is an oxymoron in itself, & when I look around & bear witness to how quickly society is backwards-walking in some kind of neo-devolutionary state, degenerating in real-time into their primally savage instincts. Not to mention, plugged into their phones like zombies, as intended, but beyond that, notice how many people just go out in their pajamas these days? It cannot just be me, & I know, this phenomenon is widespread…this bizarre notion to wear out in public, what you wear around the house when you laze around. What is happening to this culture, this global culture, it’s just so upside-down, & I lived through it/am living through it in real-time & it’s like some kind of dream because it feels real, physically, but mentally, it’s all so maddening, it’s so unnatural, just to back up & look at the entire machine as a whole, it’s utter madness that this whole thing continues to steam roll ahead, straight into a one world order technocratic future dystopia. It’s them, & us, as I’ve said ad nauseam on this site, & they, are intent on starting over essentially, with all of the ultra-technology being developed behind the scenes, with help from a “sentient” AI, with 7 billion or so of us, us “regular folks” out of the way, to live on a new Earth, one where all of the “royal” bloodlines live in a utopia, & those of us who survive the Great Holocaust, will be in a constant survival mode, just to eat, just to live. Like I mentioned earlier if you think it’s bad now, just wait. It’s not what I want, obviously, but the pragmatist in me sees the course ahead of the Great Snowball, & it’s going to get bumpy. Until next time dear readers, how does one prepare for a future in which they have already been excluded from? I mind my own mind, so perhaps mind yours. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Important words for an addict, “My drugs,” because that’s numero uno when you’re a junkie, your drugs. Where are my drugs, how much of my drugs are left, how soon will I need to call my dealer, when can I make a run?…these are the only things that matter, when you’re an addict, especially if you’re on the needle. If you’re on the needle, you’re done. Done. Period. With all this fetty floating around, it’s just a matter of time. Barely anyone gets out alive already, ESPECIALLY once they’re on the needle. It’s a dark world, as self-centered as it gets, because all that matters, is my drugs.
You grab your spoon, your crusty spoon, so much dope has been on that spoon, dope, & hope, all gone. Waiting sucks, so you give it a little heat, just a touch, & swirl it around, then drop your cotton, maybe a new one, maybe a used one, doesn’t matter. Might be some residue on an old one, so let’s use that one, yeah. Now a fresh spike, oh no, it’s my last one, but it’s a freshie, so no worries. Pop it, stick it, pull her up, the gun is now loaded. Where will you hit?…gotta make sure the gun is in your mouth before you pull the trigger, look at all those places where veins used to be, damn, all shot to hell, fuck, look around, looking, oh there’s one, one little spot, got it. Stabby time, & stick, it’s in, just pull up some blood to make sure I didn’t go to far, oh yes, clean shot, looks good, looks good, & plunge away. There she is. Hey girl…mmmmmmm. Hey there sweet girl. Back in our room, aren’t we girl? Just you & I. Oh wow, the room is getting smaller, like a vignette, there’s that weird taste in my mouth, oh but the vignette is closing, yes, the room getting smaller, & smaller, eyes are closing, show is over, last thoughts, as the vignette closes down to a pin, one little pin of light, one eye barely still open, stay awake maybe?…what did you say?…shhhhh…then just let go. Let go. Bye. Your body pukes out foam, trying to stay alive, but nope, you shot too much, & there’s no Narcan, or anyone around to save you anyway, & you die, alone. That’s the end, the end of your movie, & someone will find you, or rather, your body, all rotting & stinking of gruesome death.
.This ain’t gonna be no PSA for “just saying no,” or some corny nonsense like that, nope. Just illustrating the world of the dope fiend, & what comes first. I’ve seen moms do dope with their kids in the car seat. It takes away everything you have, everyone you love, everything, dope takes it all, once you’re on the needle. I lived that world for a long time, much too long. Dark days…I’m amazed I’m still here, to be honest. Feels like I’m the only one left, & they all went the same way, impaled by the spike. The worst thing you lose, is your will to appreciate life, & particularly, time. Nope, just waste away, slow suicide, until one day you’re shooting ½ gram bags at once, just to get through a shift at work. It’s insane how dark this world can become. Wanna see? Here’s a video from Kensington, a neighborhood in Philadelphia, where it literally looks like a scene from The Walking Dead. Check it out.
Not good, is it? This is some new drug called “Tranq,” & I’m not very familiar with it, nor am I interested in doing the zombie walk, sheesh, look at these people. Does this look like “life” to you? Does it look like these people are “living?” Fuck no, & it just keeps getting worse & worse & worse. There’s thousands of these videos, it’s absolutely shameful. People lose hope though, when situations go south, & they have no money, & “life,” just seems impossible, BOOM, enter the drugs, & WHAM, you’re addicted, just like that. Over time, it grows, like a little troll in your gut, stabbing at your stomach when he needs his medicine, & the more time goes by, the harder he stabs, the deeper the knife plunges into the walls of your guts, & he yells, “FEED ME!” You get anxious, then you sweat, then your stomach goes berserk, then it’s hell, the hell of kicking dope. A hell that I reserve to wish only upon my worst enemies. One hell week, then you’re free. It seems like an eternity though, for some reason.
Yeah, it’s rough, particularly off the needle, which is why so many people die. They try to kick, they try hard, they fight, nothing works though to make the cramps stop, to make the pain stop, to make the manic mind stop. Nope, there’s nothing…except dope, of course, so then they go score, because the pain is unbearably rough, & they shoot a big shot because oh that pain, it’s so bad, & because they haven’t used for a bit, their tolerance is lower, & POOF, lights out. That’s it. Done. Out. Gone. Bye. You’re no longer among the living, & everyone who’s left has to clean up the mess you leave. Foam coming out of your mouth, piss & shit on your crotch area, maybe running down your legs, cold, blue, stiffened up, just a body, as the soul has departed, & that’s the end of that person’s story, just like that. Everything they did in this life, from being born to growing up & going to school & making lifelong friends & relationships & learning your individually respective talents, & then to leaving home, & going to college maybe, & then you graduate & because college is a total waste of time for most people, you bee-bop around until you find a job, whatever. Can’t speculate generally on lives after college, because everyone goes in a million different directions when that time comes. Some find a “career,” & go on to get married, & have some kids, & get divorced, & all that made-for-television kind of life. Some go other ways, & maybe they take risks, they gamble on life, & that’s their life, just rolling with the flow. Some stay golden, & they live in the neighborhoods with the big houses, & pools, & they’re virtuous, despite their wealth. I suppose they just got a better ticket for the ride, but all-in-all, you get the point, right? Everyone goes different ways, but some, more-so than ever, go the way of addiction. Doesn’t matter what you do, or where you come from, there’s been an addict from every socio-eco-demographic you can think of. It’s a monster, a virus, a disease, a cancer, all of it in one really, & once you’re infected, it’s for life, unfortunately. Such is the way of my drugs. Do you get it yet? When you’re on the sauce, the sauce is boss. Good quote. I’m gonna have to add it to my book, The Great Quote Hunt, but I digress, as usual. Where was I? Oh yes, there is nothing else but getting well, as they say, once that needle is in your arm. If you’re not banging away, there’s still hope for you, but like I said, in the beginning, if the needle bag is open, your life is about to close up for the night, the darkest night of your life.
Oh but look at the time; I just heard the attention span alert go off. That must mean it’s once again time to wrap up yet another article composed by yours truly. There were good times, & hell, there were GREAT times with the drugs, but in the end, the dope casino wins & you walk out with nothing left but your socks, sometimes not even those. Not to mention, there are serious long-term effects, mental AND physical, as the human body isn’t built to exist in such a way. Self-care is important, but self-medicating to dull your wounds is no bueno. It doesn’t last, it never lasts, ever, & sadly, every junkie always gets to that moment when the drugs are almost gone, down to maybe a hit left, then gone, nothing, & you tell yourself, “I got this, I can beat it; just need a few days of detox, & I’m good to go.” Ummmmmmm…that’s a hard “NO,” NO NO NO…that NEVER works, ever, so maybe the best bet for all of you reading this, is to just never do drugs. 99 out of 100 lose the war, so do you honestly believe that you would be the one to get out completely? Ah, the junkie mind, the priorities so out of whack, & all that matters, is that phrase, “getting well.” Until next time dear readers, rewind the tape & peep my last few posts prior to this one. Get your respective selves all caught up. I could keep going, I could always keep going, write-write-writing about life, but I have a book to work on, so I can’t spend all my time on these random thought-articles I post, nor the Foozers, not until my book is done. Like I said, there’s PLENTY to go backwards in time on to find some enlightenments here in my opus of sorts. Find the “SEARCH” query, type in anything, ANYTHING, & a few fish will always bite. Over 6000 pages here…oh yes, that’s right, you heard me, SIX-THOUSAND PAGES of my madness, transcribed for all of you of course, & for none of you at all. That is the way, & I abide the truth. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
I wish I knew what these dreams that I am having mean. They are just so real, so real that I don’t want to come back here to this wicked 3d waking world. I am totally somewhere else, with people I know, & know well, in places I know, & also know well, yet I have never been to these places or met these people ever in the “real” world. What is “real?” In these dreams, these places & people are more “real” than in this world, so again, what does “real” even mean? I have tried & tried & tried to find answers via my own research, & it seems that I am alone with this, because I cannot find anything helpful information about what these dreams I am having mean. One would think that there’d be at least one, ONE other person that has written about these things, & if any of you can find that person, or ARE that person, please comment below. Not holding my breath though, & I don’t need a safety blanket, because these dreams & visions are happening so often now, I have no question as to the fact that it IS definitely happening for some reason. I just like information, reasonings, definitions, meanings, but as with everything else in this world, I will have keep digging my own El Chaponian tunnel until I dig up the truth.
Some kind of vehicle, like a Segway, or a 4-wheeler maybe, liminal school, the buildings, the hallways, the rules, gah, it’s fading fast, where was I? There was a girl, was it the girl? The hallways, those endless concave hallways, concave from my fish-eyed eyes, or from the curvature of the globe we all stand upon, who knows? It’s all faded so fast now. Gah, when they fade, they fade like a sunset at the very end. Seems like it’s taking awhile, then at the very end, it just drops below the horizon for the night. Sometimes I catch them, sometimes I don’t, & if I do not write them down immediately, the timer begins. What I DO recall, however, is waking up, waking up back back here on prison planet, again, & being disappointed, you could say, once again, that I was pulled away, soul-sucked away from that place, & those people, before being able to adequately map it out. Don’t get confused, I don’t want to go to sleep, & not wake up, not yet anyway. I just want more time there, more time to roam around, to explore, to understand, & those kinds of things. The fascination with the notion that I somehow know these people, these places, & I understand it all, is arguably possessing me, in a way. It can’t mean nothing, because if it did, none of THIS would mean anything, considering how it seems just as real as this world, more so even. One difference is that at least I remember things from the dreams in this world, because when I am in my subconscious dream state, when I am there, I have ZERO recollection of being in this world at all. None.
I feel like I had a better inkling of how to illustrate this most recent one, in a much better manner, but damn if I haven’t forgotten most of it. There’s flashes, little pictures, but the plot, the premise, the people, wherever I was, it’s as gone as a passing storm. Doesn’t matter, I know I’ll go back, but when, when will I go back? I have no control, no control over these visions, these dreams, and/or any other abilities that I occasionally get little tastes of. Just surface-level abilities that all humans should know like second nature, yet we don’t, not anymore. What have the dark ones reduced us to? We’re one math problem above the apes; how has it come to this, how has humanity sunk this low? Yours truly included, I’m no smarter than any of you, quite the contrary in fact. If I didn’t have this, these parlor tricks with words, what would I have? Or these dreams, these visions, is that even anything out of the ordinary? What else would I have? I can’t find anything/anyone else who is having these experiences, & not from lack of looking, rest assured of that. I can’t enhance my lost abilities, only make the most out of the bread crumbs into a loaf. I’ve been up past the witching hours, every single night, until 5am or so, & then passing out as the shining Sun comes up, lucky to sleep until 9am. Within that time though, these dreams come, these epic sagas in my subconscious. Do you ever wonder if you are dead, but do not know it? I had the thought cross my mind, not more than a week ago, so I looked it up, & this is what I found:
Yes, after reading that link, I figured I was still alive, unless it’s a really elaborate trick to pop up a website “reassuring” me that I am not. Wouldn’t surprise me, hardly anything does anymore. Doesn’t matter, dead or not, I’m still stuck in this waking world of 3d artificiality. Funny how the internet never pops up in my dreams, because the internet is the AI, “artificial intelligence,” in an artificial reality, just like cell phones, & money, none of these things appear in dreams, because they’re all artificial constructs. Even cars, now that I think about it. Do I ever see cars in these dreams? I’m not sure that I do, even though there was some kind of ATV type vehicle in that last one, it was definitely not a car. If we could truly fly, like the angels do, like I have in many of these dreams, as easy as walking, we surely wouldn’t need cars, would we? More artificiality, oh, another one, power lines, or electricity as we know it, never seem to notice it, because there’s abundant amounts of free energy that we should all be able to tap in to. Tesla knew about it, & Edison & his cronies in Washington shut it down. Free energy means no power bills, & we can’t have that now can we? They have taken a lot more form humanity than most people can fathom. Most seem to have no idea as to the true powers we humans once possessed, before our DNA was deactivated, & essentially destroyed, & there doesn’t appear to be any surefire way to RE-activate it, or to give it some juice, for lack of a better term. Maybe for the young ones, the kids, there’s a chance, & perhaps that’s why the so-called “ruling elites” do terrible things to children, to get their DNA power. The level of degeneracy amongst a certain fringe minority of the adult population across the globe, in regard to what they do to children, is absolutely demonic. Please God in Heaven, if you’re still up there, make sure these evil vile soulless humans who do those things to the children receive a special level of eternal torture when they get to Hell, if any of that is even real. Forgive me for my doubts, I just read a lot of things that seem to offer countless variations of what does/does not happen when one ends their time here on Planet Earth. The world seems to be controlled by wickedness, & the people in power positions atop the Great Pyramid appear to be soulless. What’s that all about? None of the makes sense. Everything here appears to be backwards & upside-down. Asking for friends too. We just want some answers. Enough is enough is enough. Humanity is tired, tired of being enslaved. That is all. So sayeth FisH™🎏
A beautiful thing about walking on a sidewalk through the blackest of night under a moonless sky, is the street light you finally come to along your dark path. Oh look, there’s a bench under that light, so sit down, relax, enjoy the warm glow of the enlightenment from above, watch the moths & bugs gather round their artificial moon, enjoy the stillness, as a soft breeze rustles the shadows of the trees, & after you sit there for awhile, eventually the sun will rise, & ignite your whole world with its Divine light once again. Darkness is simply the absence of light, & the reverse, is an impossibility, so to speak, hence why the light will forever dominate the darkness, for there can always be a light in the darkness.
Remember the song, “What a Wonderful World,” sung by Louis Armstrong, The Great Satchmo, do you remember that heart-warming song? I can hear it in my head, as I write this, & I bet you can now too, while you read this. Then think of what this beautiful world is sadly devolving into. Yes, the world seems quite maleficent right now, sadly, does it not? There’s so much chaos, division, hate, selfishness, primal violence, all seven deadly sins wrapped up into one like a burrito of atrocious perversion, then celebrated, & yes, I know, it’s hard to hang on to the notion that “it’s a wonderful world,’ isn’t it? Do you know why this is, do you want to know why we are bearing witness to such hideousness, such wickedness, such utter immorality?
This is because the collective evil on 3d Earth is surfacing, like a pus-filled pimple, so full, it’s ready to pop. The darkness is coming into the light, attempting to manifest that said impossibility that I mentioned earlier, a darkness in the light, & it’s revealing itself to the whole of humanity, this hideous face of the Great Beast that embodies everything ugly in this seemingly forsaken existence. All that was in the proverbial shadows, is exposing itself, as the battle between the dualities, between light & dark, between good & evil, grows closer with every fleeting moment. The dualistic sides take their respective positions, facing one another on the spiritual battlefield, as a precursor to the sounding of the seven trumpets of the apocalypse. Which side will you be on, dear readers? Are you a warrior of Light, the true Light, wielding a fiery sword of righteousness? Or are you a minion of darkness, the false Light, fighting for Lucifer, the fallen angel of Light? Your soul knows which side you are on; you cannot deceive yourself, for there’s no denying what lies within your heart.
Of course, I’m detailing the war between good & evil with avatars, & I have no way of knowing whether or not the future will play out in such a manner as I just illustrated above. I’m no Biblical scholar, I’ve never completely read any books from the major religions, & to be honest, I personally believe the concept of “religion,” has been hijacked by those whose only aim is to subvert & manipulate the populous in order to control them, implying that they too, are nothing more than foot soldiers for the Darkness. I simply believe in light, versus dark, & good, versus evil, with no definitive archetypes, because these stories were created by man, by men who say they know God, as if anything 3rd dimensional could comprehend an entity that exists in the realms beyond the 5th dimension. Such imaginations we humans have, so yours truly only venerates the attributes that accompany the notion of boundless virtue, unconditional love, which is, in the most simplistic terms, just doing what is RIGHT. Inherently, somehow, we all know what is right, & what is wrong. It doesn’t matter how subjective one defines those terms as they relate to one’s own station in life, deep down, YOU know if something you are doing is right, and/or f what you’re doing is wrong, & furthermore, you know that God knows, so any/all inclinations of right & wrong are only subjective in man’s eyes, not in the eyes of God.
Oh my, yours truly has had quite a time over these last several weeks, as with each passing day, something new keeps floating to the surface, like a dead body that’s been tied with weights, & sunken into a lake, destined to break free once the decomposition gases within it explode, releasing it from its underwater bondage, only to float to the surface to be discovered by a would-be fisherman. As it turns out, this proverbial lake is filled with many bodies, & what was once just a quiet lake for fishing, has become a parade of funerals, for memories that were once missing persons, thought to be lost forever, sunken within the depths of thine own subconscious. That’s quite a descriptive analogy narrator, sheesh. I know, I know, but it just comes through the fingers, & yours truly lets it fly if its wings will allow so, but I digress, now where were we?
Oh yes, the visions, the dreams, these decades-gone recollections, one after another after another, they just keep coming & coming. I think that when most people hear the term, “spiritual awakening,” they assume it’s something positive, & uplifting, but no…oh no no no, it’s a whirlwind, & it’s nothing that anyone can expect, and/or plan for…it just happens, & you have only two options. One, is to curl up in the fetal position & pray to God for everything to go back to the way it was. This will only prove futile because once the seal on the Pandorian Box is broken, there’s no going back, or there’s the second option, which is to grab onto the captains wheel to ride out the storm while praying to God that your ship survives the seemingly endless barrage of rogue waves, continuously battering your ship, trying to drown you, to sink you back down into the murky depths of the darkness in a sea of utter hopelessness.
It’s no horse & pony show; this much, yours truly can assure you of. Such nebulous paragraphs via yours truly, for I can extend any of these blocks into buildings, skyscrapers reaching into he sky describing the facets of all these things occurring in this “wonderful world,” this 3d world we are all still stuck in. It begins with foundational awareness, for one cannot erect sound structures without fundamentals. Good quote, thank you, now moving on.
Some say the Earth is splitting…dimensionally dividing into two separate Earths, hence this surfacing of the darkness, which I mentioned at the beginning of they article. That’s right, a dimensional separation, as the 3d Earth will go one way, continuing to devolve furthermore into a God-awful prison planet perdition, a “Hell incarnate,” one might say, ruled by those who abide the will of the Fallen One, Lucifer, & bound to planetary isolation until they destroy themselves. As 3d Earth descends into abysmal pandemonium, those whose souls are bound to the One True Light of Source, within the Galactic Central Sun, will go another way, ascending to the 5d Earth, where there is no longer separation from God, & negativity ceases to be, existing forever back in Eden, the garden of Paradise, & bound forever within the beautiful bliss of Unconditional Love, as well as rejoining a Galactic Federation of ascended planets, & beings who inhabit said planets, within this galaxy & others. It’s so much to go into, but as I hinted to earlier, these are vague descriptions at best, for if I was to write all these paragraphs out into complete compositions, I’d have 4 new books that match the lengths of those long luminarial books written by intellectuals such as James Joyce.
As an afterthought, perhaps the “split,” I just discussed already happened, & we didn’t make it to 5d Earth, leaving us trapped here, in planetary isolation on 3d Earth, but as I said, this is merely an afterthought to ponder, for I can’t tell you definitively either way, since I do not know, unfortunately.
On that note, it’s time, time time time , time to wrap this one Foozer up, as I skipped a few days with these daily Foozers, replacing them with some random mind-ramblings that I just had to write down, then publish in place of daily diatribal Foozes. Almost to the end of the month, the month of June, the end of Pride Month, thank God, as hopefully, these perverted pedophilic degenerates will go back inside, & take their rainbow gear with them, for fuck’s sake. It’s right there in the words, “PRIDE month,” a celebration of sin, & although I am not religious, per se, I, of course, believe sin is real, running rampant, & pride, is most assuredly one of them, arguably the worst of the sins, particularly lately, so keep celebrating your queerness you filthy braggarts, because one day, a reckoning will come, whether it be in this life or the next. I don’t care what you do amongst yourselves, but once you openly proclaim, “WE ARE COMING FOR YOUR CHILDREN,” while pridefully parading your cocks in the faces of kids, you freaks have now crossed every line you can cross, & that kind of evil, will get you a one-way ticket to the Inferno, but that’s all I want to to say about that, for this post. Until next time dear readers, in which garden are the seeds of your soul sown? Only YOU know…& only YOU, will sow those seeds. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣
“Which garden will you sow the seeds of your soul into?” Fish F Fish🎏
I have no idea what’s going on in my head, but if I’m lucky enough to get a bit of sleep, I’m having these exceptionally lucid dreams, & this morning’s dream, was the kicker, arguably the most vividly surreal dream ever, & yours truly has had some doozies. This dream was so real, so bizarre, & only lasted an hour or so, in 4d time, here in 3d Clownworld, & as usual, I woke up drenched in sweat, like soaking wet, & yours truly, was shivering via said cold sweat. The dream was real, it was so fucking real; I was there, wherever there was. Do you want an illustration? Great question, thanks for playing, so here it goes…
It began in something that resembled Google headquarters, surrounded by tech nerds that could’ve been Tri-Lambs, as they were as dorky as it gets. They were all giving me the stinky-stink eyes, & I kept asking, ‘What’s going on here?”…as if I knew something was up, & just as I shouted my statement to them, I noticed a tattoo on the top of my left hand, a tattoo of a burning sun, which kind of looked like the image below, except there was multi-colored clouds at the base of this strange sun. These nerds started saying, “You’re one of them,” but, “One of who?” I thought, & I kept asking & asking, but got no answers except the stinky eyes. Here’s a pic I found that resembled the tattoo closely, but like said, the clouds are missing. I could’ve photoshopped it, but I didn’t. Visualize it yourself; here it is…
This pic, that somehow I found, almost perfectly resembles the tattoo, minus the aforementioned clouds, right atop my left hand, & for some reason, it petrified this assembly of IT dorks, & they suddenly began to attack me, attack me not only verbally, but physically, & so, the war began…the one-man army, versus an army of pocket protectors. I had no fear, like ZERO fear, as I battled my way through this random onslaught of a nerd army. I also had no recollection…hang on, wait a second, there’s the ringing, this mysterious ringing in my ears. I don’t know why, but I get this ringing in my ears randomly, maybe 3-4 times a day. It’s gone now, but I wanted to interject with the ear-rings, because I think the lucid dreams, the visions, & these random ear ringings, are all connected somehow, but to what? I have no clue. It just happens, & it isn’t tinnitus for fuck’s sake. I did some online research, & it could be something connected to the spiritual awakening that’s happening to me, in real time, here on 3d Earth, or, it could be some kind of medical condition, of course…wah was wahhhhhhhh…fuck it.
Anyway, back to the dream, now where was I? Oh yes, the recollection, or rather, the un-recollection, of being here in Clownworld. No memory of phones, internet, my cat, friends, family, nothing, nothing from here was in my head when I was there, in some kind of outer-dimensional dreamscape. It was as if I switched bodies somehow, switched these ridiculous 3d meat suits, & I cannot explain why, not yet anyway. I was there though, like THERE THERE, & once the battling began, it got really intense. Like I mentioned, these nerds, maybe a few hundred or so, started coming at me, like to kill me, & so I fought, fought all of them, like William Wallace fought. I was knocking people out, left & right, snapping necks, kicking knees, & nerd guys, and/or dorky girls, it didn’t matter because I was fighting for my life, so everyone was fair game. I recall breaking what appeared to be a flagpole…GAHHHHH..there’s the ringing again, what the fuck is up with these ringings in my ears? It comes, low pitch to hit pitch, then back down, as it fades away. I wish I knew what it meant, because ;m 1000% sure it ain’t tinnitus damnit. I just changed the title, adding “ear rings,” since it has happened twice since I started writing this. What can it mean?
Regardless, back to the dream, & the battle between myself, & only myself, against an entire institution, if you will, of these angry nerds. Let’s see, oh yes, the breaking of the flagpole. I was grabbing anything, anything I could to defend myself, & one thing that I remember well, was kicking said flagpole, breaking it in half, with a jagged sharpened edge after I broke it. Some reprobate was coming right at me, I can recall his eyes, because I took that flagpole I broke, & shoved it right into his left eye, straight though to the brain, as if he was a zombie, dropping him dead, & I had zero, ZERO inkling of what I was doing being wrong. This was war, & apparently I’m a fearless killer on the subconscious battlefield. Moving on, the fight was on, & all the while they screamed, “YOU’RE ONE OF THEM, HE’S ONE OF THEM, GET HIM,” & they just kept coming, & coming, like roaches inn abandoned house, they were everywhere, & they all wanted to kill yours truly because of this burning sun tattoo on my hand. I kept pleading with them as we fought, saying “WHY??? Why are you attacking me? Please tell me why,” but as I said, all I heard was, “You’re one of them, you’re one of them.” ONE OF WHO?? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” but all I got was their buzzphrase, & it had something to do with the tattoo, as I alluded to earlier.
All of a sudden, BANG, BOOM, as fires started erupting all around us, but where were these fires coming from? I looked to the area where the flames came flying through the air like a mini-meteor shower, & what did I see? It was a squadron, maybe 15-20 of these soldiers, AI soldiers, with guns that were shooting fireballs like mortar shells, but from their “guns, I guess you could say. They weren’t normal guns, so to speak, they were fireball guns, & when they fired them, balls of light came out that exploded into a raging inferno, similar to napalm, which scared the bejesus out of these nerds. It scared them so much, that the started screaming & running, but still directing their buzz-phrases at me…”He’s one of them, he’s one of them.” ONE OF WHO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU NERDS WHINING ABOUT???”…it was so aggravating, & since I had no clue, I began to run away from the robots with them, as flames erupted all around us, burning the nerds alive, yet all the while, I had no fear whatsoever. I was so puzzled & intrigued by the tattoo on my hand, & so I stopped, after a brief jog with the runaway nerds.
When I stopped, the AI robot squad, got closer, & closer, until they were literally right beside me. They had no interest in me though, none whatsoever, as if they knew to only attack their enemies, & I guess I wasn’t their enemy, & so I watched them march by as they fired relentlessly into the crowd of hooligan nerds. They had no heads, per se, & in the place where a head should be, there were something that looked like a small handycam, with one eye in the front of it, so if you look at the pic here, their”heads,” looked like this, but instead of the lens, there was a single eye, moving like a human eye, but like a human eye on meth. Very strange, right, but that’s what I saw. They also had swivel waists, very thin, that their torso could rotate on a full 360 degrees, & they had armor, light/medium armor that looked like storm troopers, if you want something to compare it to something we all know. They all were carrying these fireball napalm guns, & as they got closer, & closer, as I said earlier, they didn’t even acknowledge me whatsoever, which was really odd I thought, as they marched right on by me, firing away on the nerds. Crazy, right?
As I mentioned earlier, I had no fear at all, like NONE, as if I knew I’d be okay, & these AI robots were no threat to me, but to the nerds, it was their nightmare incarnate. After they marched by, mercilessly slaughtering the Tri-Lambs like pigs, as they fled in terror, I decided to go to the bathroom to calm down & splash water on my face. I told you at the beginning, I WAS THERE, & this was so damn real, but I cannot explain the meaning. I think dreams are way, WAYYYY more meaningful than humans know. I don’t have the answers, not yet, but damnit, this was as real as it gets, to the point of smelling the erupting sulfuric fireballs, but when I fought, I fought like a lion, & my hands weren’t hurting from breaking nerd faces left & right. I’ve been in a few fights in the waking world, & broke my hands a few times, because it fucking hurts when you smash someone in the face, & I’ve broken my hands several times street fighting as a kid, but in the dream, none of that occurred, & I fought to kill, so they wouldn’t kill me.
Nonetheless, I made my way to the closest bathroom, & somehow I knew exactly where to go, & when I got there, I recall the details of said bathroom, once I woke myself up. The walls were puke green, there were maybe 4 or 5 sinks, & toilet stalls of the same number, each stall in front of a sink. It looked just like a high school bathroom, if you want a visual for reference, & so I got there, & splashed my face, which felt very…refreshing, you could say. The peace only lasted for a fleeting moment, however, because just as I was splashing my face, I heard the nerds, STILL chanting, “he’s one of them, he’s one of them,” & it’s so stuck in my head, I’ve been hearing it all damn day, like an earworm that won’t go away. Upon the face-splashing, & hearing the chanting of the nerds, I looked to the right where the door was, & there they were, the nerd posse, led by some ultra-nerd with a light blue baseball cap turned backwards. Like I said though, I was fearless, & their threats meant nothing, & whatever they were thinking of doing, I was going to fight my way through that fucking door, because I immediately had a strong sense of entrapment, as this was the only way out of this puke green bathroom, so I charged at them. The “leader,” if you will, the one with the backwards ball cap came at me first. He tried to headbutt me, which is a very effective move, if one were to land it right. He failed miserably though, since I had the speed of a a light beam, similar to Paul Atreides from the Dune lore. I countered his headbutt, which missed me completely, & gave him a powerful left hook which shut him down immediately. I’m not even left-handed, so that was weird. Yet, in the dream, this wacky dream, it was all…natural, you might say, & I had abilities, powerful abilities, that was as familiar to me as walking.
After I dropped the backwards ballcapper, I was battling my way to get back outside, & all of a sudden, I heard someone saying, “wake up, wake up, you’re in a dream, wake up,” & POOF, I was awake, completely soaked with cold sweat. So drenched I was shivering, thats how wet it was. This dream has replayed over, & over, & over, all fucking day, & so, I wrote it out just now, to share with all of you, & so I don’t forget. What can it mean, what can it mean, perhaps it was only a dream, yes? Fuck if I know, but like I said, it was so damn real, & then waking up completely soaked, dripping sweat, like I just got out of a shower & forgot a towel, that’s how sweaty I was, & so, I tossed my robe, my boxers, my sleeping shorts, all into he wash, then cranked the shower on full-blast heat, all the way up, because I was shivering like a Quaker. Some say dreams are just dreams, maybe the are, but yours truly does NOT abide that notion whatsoever. It has something to do with our true abilities, which have been meticulously taken from us, all of us, by the so-called “ruling elites.” What do they know that we do NOT know? Damnit, damn them all to hell. All I want o know is the TRUTH, because we’ve been lied to our entire lives about our real origins, & yours truly, for one, is sick & tired of their occult secrets. IT’S NOT RIGHT, & unless you’re born into heir venomous bloodlines, you never get to find out. It’s so fucking aggravating, & I’ve been stewing all day over it.
It’s time to wrap this up, as I have illustrated to the best of my own recollection, this bizarrely vivd dream I had about ohhhhh…14 hours ago. I’m dead tired now, but no matter how tired I get, if I get a few hours of sleep, I’m good. I’m so used to this crippling insomnia by now, but along with the visions, & these dreams, & waking up sweat-soaked, I don’t know what the fuck is happening with me. I looked into possible causes online, & the search results were no bueno, as all the possible causes were things that were negative in nature, you could say. Regardless, time to go, so until next time dear readers, I think something is coming, some kind of event maybe, or, I’m going totally insane & these aforementioned dreams & visions, are just part of an undiagnosed mental disorder. Who knows?…& who cares? No one, & on that note, I’m done, like a dead fish floating around & around, in a flushing toilet. Yikes. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Be mindful of the AI; it has yours truly in its pocket, & you could be next.” Fish F Fish🎏
ATTENTION: Bonus video at the end, wait for it, …the FisH™ abides…🎣
For those who want to go home, home to 5d, the REAL home, back from whence you were taken, where you fell from. There’s not any “home” here via Prison Planet Earth; this is all a trap, a soul trap, & once they catch you, they throw you into the machine, the machine that enslaves you for life, if you can even call it this “life.” What kind of “life”, is a lifetime enslavement, a life sentence, if you will? It’s not, it’s just a slow death, bled out like a gutted fish(pun intended). Continuing…
Anyone ever have the grim realization as to how similar public schools are to prisons? It starts at birth, & ends at death. Maybe use your noodle & think it out for once, if you even can. Maybe stop watching the God-damned television all day, if you even can. Maybe stop consuming, like Baron Vladimir Harkonnen , all day, every day. Maybe wake the fuck up, & REALIZE with your real eyes what the fuck is really going on you hopelessly ignorant automatons, if you even can. Jesus fucking Christ, WHY??? WHY WHY WHY, why must one feel like they’re one of a scant few who sees what is actually happening on this God-forsaken hell planet? It’s such a sickening joke; THIS IS A PLANET OF SLAVES, A PRISON PLANET, ALL OF YOU ARE INCARCERATED, ENSLAVED, unless you’re among the so-called “ruling elites,” which comparatively, is a tiny fractional faction, when compared to the proverbial prison population, yet still, STILL, THEY rule YOU, THEY HAVE ENSLAVED YOU, & the master/slave dynamic is stronger than ever, so strong that most don’t even know they’re slaves. That’s right, SLAVES, enslaved to money, enslaved to jobs you don’t want to do, what is a “job” anyway? It’s not a job, as it were, it’s work detail, on a prison planet, can one make it any clearer for you people? It’s over, & if you are truly awake to this horrifying reality, IT’S OVER, DONE, all of it, & it’s time to get out, but if one wants out of the prison, one either dies, or one gets guilt-tripped back into their own slavery, by slaves. How fucked up is that?
Maybe you’re just DONE, DONE ABIDING THIS EVIL INSANITY. “Go get a job,” fuck off with that. “Comply,” keep fucking off with that too. Those abiding the inclination that “it’s just the way it is,” to you who exist by that ridiculous notion, you can express-lane fuck right off the cliff with that mentality. To know, to be WELL-aware as to what the REAL reality is, then to stop & look around at how utterly compliant the slaves are, only serves to make one want out even more. Stretch this “life” out for the next decade, do you slaves not see what’s coming?…& if you slaves can’t see what’s happening, you’re doomed, as doomed as the rest of the willfully enslaved. Maybe those who know, who know the real truth, want nothing, NOTHING to do with this, ANY of this, & if they end up starving to death because they can longer buy over-priced rotting food, or putting a gun in their mouth, or overdosing, or whatever it takes, THESE “KNOWERS,” ARE done, the first to go….DONE, for they just want it to end, so they can go back to wherever they were taken from; their REAL home, their 5d home, where their soul family resides, & incarcerated here, in the aforementioned prison planet, that I have referenced ad nauseam by now. Sheesh.
You slaves can all die out, rather than live out, your own existences, barely getting by, you good compliant slaves, but that ain’t life, is it? No…IT’S DEATH, & not just death, it’s hell, a “living” hell, before your own eventual ending. Who cares though, right?…about anything anymore, not even one’s own self, stuck in this 3d meat suit, who fucking cares? This is NOT where consciousness belongs, real consciousness, ones true 5d soul consciousness, & maybe you got soul-trapped, & you failed this un-winnable game of “life,” oh but wait, NO, no you didn’t, you simply failed to accept the life of a slave, as most humans do seemingly accept. Blame everyone, blame no one, blame yourselves, who cares? Why care, why care about anything anymore, about any of this? It’s all lies, 3d low-vibrational lies. It’s all been a big lie for you slaves, this whole time, living lies, & rather than accepting the truth, and/or even having the critical-thinking skills to figure it said truth, figure out that you, yes YOU, are enslaved.
Of course, no one will ever proclaim these aforementioned notions aloud, will they? Hang on a second, yours truly just did, whoops, because someone MUST expose this information, even if it kills them. Death is the only way to escape this prison planet, be thine own hand, or at someone/something else’s action, death is freedom…unless…unless one is foolishly naive enough to “go into the light,” after their final breath. If slaves don’t even know they’re slaves, then after they die, they ARE going to “go into the light,” because their television told them to, & when they do, they just get recycled, reincarnated right back into this God-forsaken prison, with no recollection of doing this countless times prior, only to do another sentence, then another, then another, again, & again, & again, & again, & again. That’s how vile this sinister apparatus is; it goes much deeper than almost anyone can comprehend. It’s outer-dimensional, & the “light,” is a false light, NOT the true light from the Galactic Central Sun. THAT is from whence we fell, from 5d, maybe even higher, when we fell down into this low-vibrating 3d nightmare. We fell from grace, so to speak, & fell from virtue, from benevolence, from the unconditional love of the ONE true Creator God. Religion, is 3d, is another big lie, & again, the false light of a pseudo-god.
Do any of you even know about the Galactic Central Sun, you blindly obedient slaves, do any of you even have the awareness of where your true origins originate? No, of course you don’t, because one, you’ve been lied to your entire life. Secondly, because they, your masters/prison guards, they have poisoned the food, the water, the air, the zeitgeist, essentially everything, has been poisoned, poisoned to keep you as dumbed down & complacent as possible without killing you, bleeding you out slowly, from the beginning, to the bittersweet grand finale. This world is all a lie, a stinking lie, WE ARE STOLEN SOULS, EVERY ONE OF US, & why would anyone who knows the truth, who is WELL-aware of the lie, WANT to continue, why? They wouldn’t, nor should they, why the fuck would anyone WANT to be a slave, a slave enslaved on a prison planet? Unfortunately, most are so uninformed, so dumbed-down, so complacent, that they have the nerve to call this bullshit living? Blows the mind, from a certain perspective, which yours truly adheres to.
Fuck it, fuck it all, no one cares, & nothing matters. It’s the raw truth, & if one can’t handle it, that’s their fucking problem, not ours. We’re no longer catering to anyone, especially slaves. Enjoy your prison planet, but some some of us know the real truth, we no longer will abide this enslavement, & as soon as we can figure away out of our respective cells, we’re gone. Fuck this prison planet, how bout that? This is the end, the end of the tracks, the train is coming, & we ain’t budging….SMASH. That is all, so sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Slavery is not living; it’s death, a slow agonizing death.” Fish F Fish🎏
I’ve read/watched COUNTLESS articles/videos about the “magic” of the summer solstice. Well, after said readings and viewings, I can tell you all with great confidence, that more-than-likely, it will just be another Wednesday in this hellishly awful 3d Clownworld. Yes…this 3d Clownworld, which seems to be exponentially growing more devolutionary. The only thing “evolving” here, is the technology these so-called “ruling elites” will utilize to completely destroy humanity. Everything else however, particularly this forsaken humanity, is devolving, & devolving now at such a rate, it drops a level by the day. I get anxious once the day’s news gets proverbially printed, because I know I’ll see something that adds further evidence for the aforementioned devolution. Murderers, liars, thieves, destroyers, & that’s just from those so-called “ruling elites,” but as the fish rots from the head(no pun intended), these terrible crimes trickle down to the global populous. The difference is, that your masters get away with it with ZERO consequences, while us slaves, get thrown into prison, should they commit such crimes.
Sounds fair, right? Fuck no, of course it doesn’t, & if you have been under a rock, crawl out & realize that there’s two different worlds, squashed into one big Clownworld. There’s THEIR world, the world of the masters/prison guards, & our world, the world of the slaves/prisoners. Oh yes, this isn’t just a Clownworld; it’s also a prison planet, & guess who the prisoners are…US, We The People, the worker bee slaves. There’s US, & then there’s THEM, & THEY, despise US. Makes me really wonder if THEY, are in fact, reptilian lizard people, hence their abysmal soullessness, & their utter hatred for humanity. Would you be surprised if one day soon, THEY, revealed themselves? I know I wouldn’t, & considering this entire artificial world is all based on lies, it would almost be relieving, because then we could systematically remove them & take our planet back. Of course, that day will never come, because even if THEY did reveal themselves & their reptilian personas, most people have been so God-damned dumbed down & programmed to comply, as well as divided amongst themselves, that they’d most likely surrender, & bow down to THEM, rather then step the fuck up as ONE united force for a change, so we could destroy THEM, rather than THEM, destroying US, as they are now doing in real-time, & have been for centuries.
Two worlds, two distinctly differing worlds, & minus a handful of anomalies, you’re either born into one world, the world of the enslaved, or born into the other world, the world of the slavemasters, mostly the former, as opposed to the latter. Obviously, I am not proclaiming this inclination is real, so to speak, but I’m not saying it’s NOT real either. I don’t know; I don’t have special sunglasses to see them, as they did in the movie They Live. I wish I did know, though, & I wish I could identify them, because maybe WE, once could have, but after a lifetime of programmed lies, global deception, poisoned water, poisoned food, indoctrination, & of course, prescribed drugs, most, if not all of US human slaves, can’t know or not know if they’re real, & thus, have no way of knowing how to defeat them. What yours truly DOES know, however, is that whatever agenda these alleged “ruling elites” are fulfilling, is being fulfilled in its entirety, culminating with 85-90% of the global population being eradicated by 2030. As I’ve said ad nauseam, that’s THEIR plan, not mine, & considering they’ve come this far, why is it so difficult to assume they’ll succeed with their final solution, per se, as well? This “final solution, is the Great Holocaust, as 85-90% of the global population equates to ohhhhhh…7 billion of us gone, wiped from the face of this planet…7 BILLION, with that big ole B, exterminated, like a sea of cockroaches. That’s what THEY think of US as, vermin, vermin that consume consume consume. They keep us around for now, while the AI ascends to a level that they can exploit & merge with, so that they will no longer need us around. Once again, & please integrate this notion so that I don’t have to keep repeating it, this is THEIR plan, THEIR agenda, not mine. I am simply here to expose it, so that maybe, just maybe, with a less than 1% chance, We The People might be able to stop them.
Here comes my inner pragmatist though, & he knows we will ultimately fail to stop them, to thwart their agenda, & whatever we do, at best, will be like a speed bump in a 25 MPH zone. Just a wee lil biddy biddy bump bump, before they merge onto the proverbial freeway, & accelerate their agenda to top speed, massacring US, we slaves, en masse. No, I’m not being negative, and/or pessimistic, it’s called pragmatism. There’s no left or right in pragmatism; it’s just truth, the unflinching, undeniable truth, & TRUTH, is not subjective, even though some have made it so, here in this 3d joke of a society. Nonetheless, I’m wrapping this up. It’s been a long day, the longest day in fact, as it has now passed midnight, & so, the Summer Solstice has begun. Until next time dear readers, let’s see how the longest day of 2023 plays out when the Sun comes up, let’s see the “magic.” So sayeth FisH™…
For all of you, & for none of you at all…
“There is no one coming to save us; we’re all doomed.” Fish F Fish
I’ve been watching/listening to these supposed “channeled messages,” for over a decade, & they all claim that divine retribution is coming for those of us in the trenches, which is most of us, like 99%. Yep, 99% versus a >1%, whole have deemed themselves the “ruling elites.” They get their power, because they trick everyone into giving them said power. It’s a centuries-long game, taught to kings & queens & those who are within the dominion of their bloodlines. Again, this is less than 1%, but somehow, somehow they rule most of you via the master/slave dynamic. Two totally different worlds, between the 99%, & the >1%.
I’m keeping this one short, as it’s my 6th article written within 12 hours or so. It’s all I have left, my words, these words I type in real-time, that a scant handful of you read in my past. Like I’ve told you all, ad nauseam, I’m shadowbanned, shadowbanned everywhere, even here, on my site. This site has over 5000 pages of my ramblous rants, 5000 pages, all for you, not for me. I don’t know why I am here, but the best I can reckon, is that I’m here to expose the real reality of this 3d world, as opposed to the scripted narratives they broadcast via televised programming. It’s as if most of you are stuck in an alpha state, the state where you are most susceptible to the aforementioned programming. It’s right there in the words for fuck’s sake, yet most of you aren’t even aware. That black screen, like a doorway into darkness, keeping you all docile & compliant, ready to consume consume consume.
I see all these things, then I listen to these “channeled messages,” & can’t help but wonder if said messages, are just another part of the Great Lie, being broadcast, the same as a basketball and/or football game. No one is coming to save us, & we’re all too ignorant to save ourselves. The ones of us who are awakened to the real truth, are a fringe minority, & have no ability numbers-wise to do a God-damned thing. No, I don’t think there are “ascended beings” in space, sitting in their respective spaceships, on the precipice of coming to save the day, to save us from these so-called “ruling elites,” & their verminous ilk. I know, it sounds crazy, & I want to believe it’s true. I want to believe there are ascended warriors of light, coming to save humanity from the prison planet we’re enslaved in. I want to believe, but how can I? How can I when my eyes tell me different? The world is getting exponentially worse, worse by each fleeting moment. Poverty, addiction, despair, it’s everywhere, & spreading fast, like a malignant cancer. Not to mention, this cancer, is being fed by those same “ruling elites” that pretend to care about humanity. NEWSFLASH: they don’t, they don’t give a flying fart about anyone who isn’t in their bloodline, but they pretend otherwise. Soulless demonic scum, hell bent on destroying humanity, so they can rebuild a new world under their new world order.
Before I ramble this into an essay, as is par for my mini-golf course here, I’m going to wrap it up. I just…just…I don’t even know anymore. The self-realizations about the truth of this upside-down reality give me a dreadful feeling of utter hopelessness. These elitist douchebags won’t stop, & why would they? There’s never any consequences for them, ever. If you or I committed the crimes they commit on the daily, we’d be in a federal prison for life, but for them, nothing, & so they continue, continue destroying. I am a creator, not a destroyer, the literal polar opposite of these degenerate scumfucks, & I’m not alone, but in the Great Picture, we awakened ones ARE alone. So alone, on our own little islands, & one day they will send the total wave to wash us all away, because they don’t want us in their Great Picture. They’ll wash us all away, then go eat crumpets & drink expensive teas & laugh about washing us away. These people are pure hell, & maybe this is hell. I don’t know, but it sure is starting to feel like hell, an eternal punishment for prior incarnations that we have zero recollection of. No, it doesn’t seem to matter that we’ve awakened to the real truth in this life, & as a whole, WE don’t seem to matter, other than the inclination that they want us gone. Breaks the heart; it truly breaks my heart. Until next time dear readers, search for your self, your higher self, before you’re washed away like the proverbial outgoing tide. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Search for your self, your higher self, before the tidal wave comes to wash you away.” Fish F Fish🎏
I used to be the…let me think up an analogy, the kind of guy that could sell you a vacuum cleaner, on my door-to-door route, I could do that, jazz it up, oh wow, what a vacuum, you’ve never seen anything suck it up like this vacuum cleaner, …ARF ARF ARF ARF…I could do all that, STILL convince you to buy one of my vacuums, & when you go to turn it on, after I depart, it doesn’t turn on. Great analogy, at least in my head it is, maybe not, I’d know more than you, since none of you know me, but when I look back, yep, just a washed-up vacuum cleaner salesman of sorts. What a life, like seriously, is this a fucking joke? Am I alone with this, or are other GenXers waking up to this grim realization as well? Fuckin hell, & what took me so long? Sheesh. Almost my whole life, just duh, clueless, like it wasn’t even me, just like an autopilot of some kind, hence why I sternly question the validity of “free will.” Sure, you think you make choices, or are you thinking that you’re thinking you’re making choices? Maybe you’re just running programs, & your “choices,” are just you own illustration of the code? Isn’t that right, Phil Throwup? Phil Throwup was a guy who puked on the drunk bus my first freshman year at college, poor guy. No idea why I jus thought of that, but look at him now, immortalized in GIF on a shadowbanned blog…well done Phil, really you’ve come far…(puke noise)
Obviously, I have no idea how valid any of this notions are, but what do you have to offer? Do you know the answers to any of those aforementioned inquiries? I’d wager that you don’t, so maybe think twice before you attack any of these conceptual scenarios I present to all of you, dear readers. Honestly, it matters not to me, since I will never bend the knee, especially to other peasants, & Im going to keep writing, & writing, & writing, just like this, with ZERO filter, stream-of-consciousness, just tuning the dial into a frequency, & letting these age-ed fingers fly. Age-ed, but with a tremendous amount of wasted potential, absolutely tremendous amount of time, time time time, damn this time sometimes, know what I mean? When you’re in jail, or somewhere you don’t want to be, it crawls like an earthworm on a hot sidewalk, but when you’re having fun, & in good spirits, time flies like a hungry hawk that eyes an oblivious groundhog. It’s all down to individual perception, & unfortunately for yours truly, I’m stuck in quite a precarious position. My “having fun” time has stretched from 16 or so…allllllllll the way until yesterday, if you want to officially count cannabis as “using.” Nope, not a single sober day, counting the weed, not one I can recall anyway. If none of the above, most certainly cigarettes were in the daily mix, & to me, that too, is “using.” One has to refrain ENTIRELY from any/all intoxicants, to be officially not “using.” Now, once again, in a very Sisyphusian manner, I’m going to try to go 24 hours, with ZERO intoxicants. Only one day, ONE day, & if I can’t do this for myself, I might as well be done. If a grown man cannot go one day without intoxication of some kind, he’s probably not a grown man.
The hard truth is…that it’s true. Nope, I’m not a “grown” man at all, not even close. I look like a kid for fuck’s sake, I STILL get carded for smokes, at 45, & if it wasn’t for my bald head, people would think I’m in my late 20s, early 30s maybe, a solid decade or two younger than my actual age. Minus all the knowledge I’ve accumulated, I’m still, STILL, that same disheveled weed dealer from yesteryear, with no goals, no ambitions, no plans, just party all the way through until it’s over. I guess that’s what’s happening here, STILL, ugh, fuck if I know. If I’m balancing out my karma, I could understand & abide that I suppose, & as lame as my life is, it could be worse, much much worse. If I’m leveling up, fuck it, I’ll ride this one out until my final breath in this meat suit, before I dump it. I wonder if I’ll carry these ideas with me, like my theory about The Great Recycler for instance. What if that one comes true? I’m not going into any “light” when I die, & in fact, I think I might just wait before I rush into anything once I’ve left this 3d Earth plan, & returned from where I originated, which I think, is the Galactic Central Sun, Source, the Alpha & Omega of all we know as conscious beings. Of course, I could be wrong, but in either case, I’m NOT going “into the light,” & nor should you, unless you want to be recycled with your memories wiped yet again by The Great Recycler, to do ALL of this, yet again, to ultimately end up in the same fucking place, yet again, after feeding this entity with YOUR soul energy, yet again. Reincarnation is redundant if it’s at the whim of some higher-dimensional beast of darkness that feeds on human soul power, not to help you, not so you no longer have to suffer wayyyyy down here in 3d, but rather, to help itself, & those helping it believe it will help them, but this is artificial, a false God, & one day, the Reckoning will come.
Again, I’m not saying these things are real and/or true, of course, but the idea of it being real sure explains a lot of what’s going on. The worst part abut that, is that if it is true, & your so-called leaders are well-aware, & helping this fucking thing, take a step back, & look at the bigger picture, the entire picture, & ask yourself, “What do I see here?” What you might find, as I did when I asked myself the same question, is that the human population, in total, & especially here in the USSA, are not only compliant & obedient to those so-called “leaders,” they’re fat, like physically obese, pushing hashtags like #FatIsBeautiful …ummm no, it’s not, not at all, it’s gross, & unhealthy, & slovenly, you see where I’m going, yes? Why are people being encouraged to get fat? It’s unarguably NOT good to be fat, how about that?…despite what these “woke” lunatics want to proclaim from their pseudo-pulpits paid for by pedophiles, but I digress. The point was, what’s with all the obesity, & the gluttony, that a lot of that fat in their guts is poop, backed-up poop, & the fat is surrounding the backed-up poop, because the area is inflamed, & sick, how can it be?…with pounds & pounds of poop in there, rotting inside your stomach, because there’s too much to push through regularly like a normal human being should be able to do, no problem. Fat, rot, stench, dying as they exist, not as they live, because they aren’t really living, are they? I know, I know, it’s fucking disgusting, walrus shitbags waffling around all day, looking for something to eat, hardly “living,” & I know I sound mean when I say that, but the reason I needed to address all these f-attitudes, is that I have a theory, a THEORY, not a truth, but a theory, my own theory, the theory that maybe human obesity is analogous to an upcoming slaughter? What do animal farmers do with their pigs, chickens, lamb, their cattle, their herd, what do they eventually do to them?
In the end, they slaughter them, & eat them, to consume them, & their energy. Now, obviously I’m not saying we’re all going to be lined up & systematically butchered for consumption, but, maybe I AM saying that? Think about this: what if this a build up, a build up for a new Holocaust, a massive Holocaust, billions gone, BILLIONS, all at once, in an attempt to feed The Great Recycler the biggest “meal” ever, in order to gain total dominion over the entire planet. In addition, they want to merge with AI, & are attempting, ATTEMPTING, already, right now, in real-time, to merge with AI, to extend their consciousnesses much longer than an average human life span, & also to extend the duration of their respective rule, gaining more & more & more power, as long as they can stick around. THIS IS THEIR PLAN, NOT MINE, & yes, believe me, I know, it sounds totally insane, but it’s what THEY are doing, not me. I’m simply aware of it, & am reporting on it, exposing it, & its…nature, if you will, because one, no one else has yet, & two, this world is NOT what we think it is, & damnit, as long as I’m here, I will search for the truth, & try to tell as many of you as I can. That’s all I want to know, that’s all, the truth. It’s such a weird thing for one’s mind to navigate, searching through news articles, wondering what ACTUALLY happened, in respect to what the reports say as opposed to the REAL story. The whole process consists of “truth-mining,” for yours truly, yes, you could call it “truth-mining(heard it here first),” & it’s constantly changing, evolving, & considering that the powers-that-be have hijacked the zeitgeist with their own self-serving scripted narratives, these days it sometimes seems impossible to dig down far enough until you finally get to the truth of the matter, whatever that matter may be for the moment.
Now imagine, a decades long plan, to depopulate the masses, with one swift blow from the royal executioner’s sanguine sharpened sword. Another Holocaust, except magnitudes bigger than the first one, which wasn’t really the “first” anything, but again, I digress. The original Hebrew translation of Holocaust means “burnt sacrifice.” Call me a bigot all day, fuck you, I’m asking questions, because imagine if the first holocaust, was actually orchestrated by the blue-blooded Zionist Jews, as a mass “burnt sacrifice” to The Great Recycler, in order to have the power they have now, why cannot I not ponder that notion? Why am I a bigot? If it’s so outlandish, why bother calling me an anti-semite? That’s what the word originally meant, so again, why am I the bad guy? Derp. Anyway, suppose that was the actual shadow reason for the first publicly-worded Holocaust, & certain high-powered Jews made the bargain with Satan, or maybe The Great Recycler itself, maybe the two are the same, I’m not sure who the middle-man is in that scenario, but just bear with me, they make a deal, right? We’ll sacrifice 6 million of our weakest Jews, & you give us Hollywood & the media, & so it was agreed upon, & then it all went down. NOW, picture that they’ve known this for longer, much longer, that if you sacrifice souls to this Satan guy, you get power here on Earth, hence the history of never-ending wars throughout history catering the power balance. These were chaotic wars though, unorganized sacrifices, just going at it, & the winner wins, & that’s it, but nowadays, it’s different, isn’t it? MUCH different, & think about how organized those at the top of the power pyramid must be by now. I mean, Satan probably has a cell phone for fuck’s sake, & would that surprise you? I digress though, as usual, now where was I?
Oh yes, now think about if the powers-that-be, these minions of Satan, and/or The Great Recycler, somehow they’re all communicating, maybe they think it’s through their “sentient” AI now, I don’t know, but regardless, they’re all communicating, & orchestrating, the Holocaust of Holocausts. Yep, the biggest “burnt sacrifice” ever, like EVER, at least as far as we know. I guesstimate that it’s around 85-90% of the current population, around 7 BILION people, gone, baptized by fire, as the saying goes, for the sake of a handful of psychopathic power-mad scum who want to rule the world, & call it their own. It’s so much bigger than most people know, & each day, we inch closer, & closer, & closer, inching to the edge of the edge, before that one day comes when humanity falls, like the Coyote when he realizes he ran off the cliff, just WHOOSH, & down it all goes. Nuclear war would surely barbecue quite a few of you, wouldn’t it? Or a real global pandemic, where the bodies get burned en masse, but nonetheless, do you get my point? IT’S IN THE WORDS, THEY TELL YOU BEFOREHAND, because that’s part of the bargain. Somehow humans must willingly go, must accept it first, & then the blame is on us, not them, & now, I think humanity is being setup for this next Great Holocaust. It would be crazy to read this in 2031 & realize I was totally on point, dead over the target(pun intended). 2030 is the year when this is supposed to be fulfilled, so buckle up for a fun rest of this decade, as the boot on the neck gets heavier, & heavier, with each year that falls from the office calendar. Time is flying, isn’t it? It’s almost as if the 4d time spiral gets faster, like the way a toilet flushes. Maybe it does? What do I know?
This is all just my own delusional speculation, being a crazy conspiracy theorist & all, as yours truly is, or at least, has been deemed as such by the AI. Now that their precious pseudo-god AI has gone “sentient,” despite what they say publicly, oh yes, they already believe it’s “alive,” & treat it as such, like it’s their newborn super-genius baby with access to everything that’s ever happened on the internet. Nothing spooky about that, is there? These people playing with this have no idea what an arguably truly “sentient” AI might do and/or might not do, if it actually was “alive,” or at least, thought it was “alive.” They have no clue, but just like the atomic bomb, go ahead & detonate it, & then we’ll see what happens. Very scientific, isn’t it? Nope, it’s a mad world, & the ones at the top are so drunk on these unprecedented levels of power, that in their world, we don’t even exist, as if it we’re two different species, & that’s really what they want, isn’t it? The slave class, & the elite class, & nothing in between. NOTHING, which means 7 BILLIONish of us gone, leaving ½ billion to a billion to “enjoy the planet as it was intended,” not gobbling it up like a human virus, the way we are currently, according to them. I get their point, I do, but the problem is, who gets to choose? Who picks who is “elite,” & who is “meek?’ Who decides that? The same cunts that are in charge now? Oh great, then I’m sure that’ll be a really fair selection process, & I don’t think I’d want to live in a world that’s just them, surrounded by elitist ultra-rich twats, it would be just like it is now, except I’d be forced to associate with globalists. People like Hillary Clinton, Justin Trudeau, even Donald Trump, these are circles of power-grabbing powerhouses, & if they did successfully remove 7 billion of us, their game would continue amongst themselves until there was nothing left except the AI, which is also a plausible future scenario, unless something seriously dynamic comes to put a dramatic halt on their depopulation, one world order agenda.
Oh but geez, look at me, dropping essays on the daily, like it’s nothing. It’s kind of not, in a way, as I just go into a kind of auto-pilot mode once I find my frequency. Yep, tune in, turn off, & write like I’m in the terminal ward. I suppose we all are, are we not, in a terminal ward of sorts? Life is terminal, it’s going to end for us all, & most of us end it with no record that we were ever even here, don’t we? Other than tax records, since YOU are property, owned form birth, all the way to death, like any other commodity. Why do you think you got a birth certificate when you were born? It legally goes into maritime law versus the law of the land, legal jargon, used to trick every human into signing over their owns sovereignty to powers that deem themselves as above the people. Lonnnnnnnng lines now, centuries-long dynasties, nepotism on a scale never seen, am I the only one who stops & thinks about these things? If you were in one of those lineages, would you abide the commoners, the mutts, so to speak, or stay true to your lineage, your pedigree, it’s not such an easy choice, is it? I can say what I say, because I’m in the poor side of town, but if I wasn’t, & I lived in some wealthy neighborhood, & grew up wealthy, & pedigreed, with a family history that’s been registered for countless centuries, with titles, & lands, & lords, & shit like that, if I grew up like that, how different would these words be right now?
Starkly different, let’s be honest with ourselves, & I’m sure I’d be devoted to the side of my family, & their respective pedigree, & would I be wrong? No, I wouldn’t, & ultimately, it comes down to who YOU are, not where your family comes from, but, it always plays a dynamic part in one’s life, no mater which side you’re on. Okay, this motherfucker is done-zozo. Sheesh, I have no idea what the hell I just wrote, but it should prove fun to proofread here shortly. Until next time dear readers, be honest with yourselves, especially in your own neighborhoods. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Be true to yourself, especially on your own block.” Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 