6 days until the the frog comes again. Perhaps I should’ve scheduled it on the New Moon, but moons, crystals, magic, all that stuff is just superstitious gibberish. At least, it seems to be anyway. Nonetheless, the frog is most definitely a savior on a cross, so to speak. The frog is very real, & the frog abides. The sweet sleep has to end, as yours truly must navigate this 3d prison planet with clear mind & strong body. Things are on the precipice, & each day that goes by, we get closer, & closer, & closer…to what though? What are we getting closer to? Death, that’s one thing, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m thinking maybe there was some kind of event we all incarnated to bear witness to. Maybe not. Maybe it is all for not. Just like the rotting swamp gas stench, it’s all just decay, death beginning immediately upon birth, like a once-flooded coastal wasteland, but what happens the other way? So many questions, & the worst part is that we all have the answers, only we’ve lost our memories, we’ve lost our “higher” abilities, & we’ve lost our minds, in many cases. Some don’t seem to have a mind, like real-life, real-time NPCs, so I guess they have nothing to lose, but I digress. Just like shutting off a vacuum cleaner. Nonetheless, the 3-year stint of of the silent assassin ends Monday. No more auto-pilot, no more days in laze, the purgatorial penance dawns on 6 days from now. The end? Or…the end?
The salad days are long dead & gone, & one comes to a time in their respective lives where they realize the party is over, the Great Party of being young is done. There’s nothing but moldy crushed bits of plastic red cups on the floor, something smoldering in the kitchen, & everyone else is gone, been gone, long gone, so what will you do? You weren’t supposed to get this far, but you have, so now what? Live in the party house forever, sleeping on couch cushions on a floor, until the roof caves in? Can’t just wait for the societal collapse now can we? How does one prepare for a “future” in this wicked world of debt slavery? So many questions, so many questions. Until next time dear readers, when the party ends, it’s over, & it’s time to move on. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
I’m going to assume that most of you have no idea what the title of this article means, but no worries, the FisH™ abides, as always. Just click the link here, on the word METANOIA, & you now have a new word to add to your lexicon. It essentially means a spiritual breakthrough, but like THE BREAKTHROUGH, breaking on through to the other side, literally. Coincidentally, this happened to your truly not so long ago. It’s too bad it took so long for me to find that word for myself, because if I had, I might have made some better choices. Unfortunately, I came up in the public school system indoctrination camp, in the Dirty South, no less. Yep, my lily-white ass had to ride the big banana bus, right through the black part of town. Those old school descendants of southern slaves, oh man, they stunk so bad. I think I have some repressed PTSD from those times, & I haven’t thought about it for a long, long time, until just now-ish. This keeps happening, more & more, & at this point, it seems like a life review in real-time, & that’s no exaggeration.
Visions, vivid visions of memories, going way back, exponentially becoming more prevalent by the day. No idea why it’s happening, but I’m glad it is, despite my dire financial life situation. I also have a bit of anxiety, over the fact that as I mentioned earlier, it feels like a life review, of sorts. Is this what happens before you take your last breath? Yikes…I guess we’ll all know shortly, won’t we? Oh dang, I must mention the dreams, these insanely lucid dreams, & when I get to get a bit of sleep, I go beyond astral traveling. I have no recollection of being here, or anywhere, for that matter; it’s as if I am somewhere else entirely, maybe even another planet and/or dimension, I don’t know. I know I love being there though, & I surmise that when we dream, we’re in a space that encompasses 3d, 4d, & 5d, all at the same time. It’s not full 5d, because you’re subject to time, but 4d time is distorted because of the influence of the 5th dimension. Ever had dreams that seemed to last for hours, even days sometimes, then wake up & realize only an hour or so has gone by? That’s the distortion I just illustrated, time still moves forward, but forward like a drunk driver, all over the place. Of course, we can’t forget 3d, because as I said, it’s 3d, 4d, AND 5d, all at once, like some bizarre backroom liminal space. You still have a body, somewhat, & there are still elements of this 3d world, as far as landscapes, & solid objects, but you cannot manifest said elements, at will, as you can in 5d.
These dreams, these visions, my personal metanoia, the Big Breakthrough, what can it all mean? It’s all so surreal; I wish I knew why, ya know? I DO KNOW, & I know that I know, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember. As 5d immortal soul beings, we know everything; we know music, the highest math, we know it all, but when we descend down here to 3d, POOF, it’s all gone, & this life should be a life of remembering what you already know, but it isn’t for most of us, right? Nope, this world has been hijacked, hijacked by soulless devil-worshipping scum, & turned into a prison planet. The divide between the proverbial guards, & us inmates, grows grander by the minute. That’s right, inmates, we’re all inmates down here in the peasantry, & the so-called “ruling elites,” they’re the guards. There’s fewer of them, a lot fewer, & yet they rule, but why? I’ll tell you why…it’s because they keep us inmates divided, & fighting each other, rather than us fighting them. We could take them all down in a an hour, but how can we, if we can’t unite as one undivided unified force? Divide & conquer, & it’s nature, the psychology behind it, oh yes, I figured it out. Goes beyond the Hegelian phrase, & even though many people have heard of “divide & conquer,” have they really thought it out? Think about the teaching, the instructions given to said ruling elites, reading book after book, listening to mentor after mentor, giving them the esoteric knowledge of how to divide the populous in order to rule them. It’s one of their secrets, one that I’ve discovered, & as promised in countless prior posts, I am here to find the truth, THE REAL TRUTH, then expose it by publishing these articles, passionately illustrating these truths, for all of you.
I want us ALL to know, to remember, not just them. FUCK THEM. Jesus Christ, it’s as if that movie They Live is a documentary, not science fiction. Could it be true? Could reptilian shapeshifters make up these “ruling elites,” & maybe that’s another buried treasure trove of knowledge & information? I’ll have to speak more on that next time. Before I wrap this Foozer up, I’ll try my best to detail one of these dreams that I can recollect. Ready? Set? GO GO GO…
This one that I remember well, & try to ponder often, also haunts me in a way. Picture a beachside bungalow, one story, a white house with an angled roof, atop a cliff, that overlooks an ocean. Think of Washington State, the coast, or Oregon even, with those steep cliffs that overlook the Pacific Ocean, & this house, like I said, was white in color, with two pillars prior to the front door. What happens when we go though this door? I’ll tell you, I’m in there, with one or two other dudes. We’re all connected in a way, but there were these rules, these unusually odd rules in this house. I recall a couch, a bed, & a TV broadcasting some kind of colored static alien program. I would be in all 3, as the time passed, as the roles seemed to rotate. The TV guy, the couch stretcher, & the sleepy sleeper. I can somewhat remember going outside a few times, & having this feeling of novelty, as if I was in some outerworldly dimension. I’m sure I could spice it up into some kind of short film, which I just texted myself to do, as a reminder, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yes, in & out of this house, rotating positions, & as I said, there were rules. What rules?
Great question, thanks for asking. The rules were unspoken, yet known, known like a second language. There was no question, the rules were the rules, & for some reason, I was…unable, you could say, to break them, yet never gave breaking the rules a thought, not even once. Maybe it was more like…obligations. Yes, forget the word “rules,” & think of them as obligations. Obliged to who though, or what? I have no better word than “God,” at least a god. These obligations weren’t written on the wall, there wasn’t a telephone in site, or a computer, & certainly no internet, yet, as I said, I was obliged to abide them, & could care less about no phones or internet. There never is in any of my dreams, never the phone, never the internet, never any concept of money, lending much to my theory that this world is artificial, & no longer following the natural order. Regardless, there I was, with the other guys, inside this little white house, then outside this little White House, for days & days in my dream, but all within an hour or so of 4d time in this 3d Clownworld. I told you, time is distorted when you dream because you’re much closer to 5d, where you higher self exists, your TRUE self, not this mask-wearing ego 3d-self I exist as, when I’m in the waking world. That’s right, days & days went by in this dream, & consistently consisted of the rotation. I can’t remember what happened when I watched the multi-colored static TV. I seem to remember it was possibly instructing me, but about what, I cannot tell you, because I cannot remember. It sucks that we can’t remember dreams as they totally happened; we can only recall pieces at best, & nothing at worst. Let’s illustrate this rotation now, shall we?
Moving on to the bed, rotation one. I don’t think I slept while laying down onto this bed in my dream. Can you imagine, sleeping in a dream, like some kind of Inception, but no, no sleeping. I’m pretty sure it was a full size bed, pushed up against the wall. Oh shit, let me describe the main room this all happened in, so you can add more detail to the figurative picture I paint for you, as if I were the great Bob Ross, & you were one of my art students, so let’s paint said picture. Opening the door of the house, you come to a large living room, the wallpaper is gaudy, like those flowery wallpapers you might find in circa 1970’s London, & to the left, is the bed, perpendicular to that wallflowered wall. One white pillow, & a white comforter, but no sheets, & it’s just as I said, a white comforter & a white pillow. Temperature didn’t appear to matter, however, so sheets or blankets mattered not. A foot or so from the bed’s foot, there was a walkway. No door, just a walkway, a dark walkway, as dark as a moonless night in a middle-of-nowhere sort of darkness. I don’t remember anyone going through said walkway from this languid living room, nor anyone, or anything, coming from the dark side into the living room. It was ominous though, I knew that. On the floor against the opposing wall from the front door, sat the television. One of those older TVs, circa 1987 perhaps, broadcasting this watercolored swirling static with symbols I cannot recall, only that they were popping up now & again. There was most certainly an…an…annnnn…an alien, yes, an alien feel to it, for lack of a better descriptor. The floor of this living room, by the way, was old hardwood flooring. Real wood mind you, but old wood, & I would guess it would be analogous to a 50-60 year old house here in 3d space. That’s the left side, & an intro to the tv space, but what is happening on the right wall?
The right wall is identical to the left wall, except instead of a bed, there’s a couch to stretch out on, which, as I said, was part of the rotation. There’s also another mysterious walkway, with nothing but the darkest of dark, should one choose to walk on through that portal to the darkness. It’s directly across from the walkway across the way, just past the foot of the couch. I know, I know, how can a couch have a “foot,” right? Wrong, & the answer is quite simple; the answer is…is that it faces the television. I don’t know what’s through these walkways, however, & neither do the other guys in this wonky white house with me. Wait a second, just who are the other guys in this rotating game, you might be wondering, yes? After countless hours of trying to remember, I think they were…well they were me, me in three different manifestations, like triplets, all bound to the obligations of the rotation. It almost felt like a video game , & the whole dream, consisted of me, myself, & I, either on the couch, or on the bed, or sitting a foot away from the TV on the floor, watching this bizarre, water-colored static emanating from the television. What can it all mean? Regardless, it’s one of the dreams I can recall very well, so I thought I’d share it with you, because the FisH™ abides, & you know this.
UPDATE: Yours truly had a fresh dream, that went on for a day or two, in the dream, but in real-time, ohhhhhhhh…maybe 2 hours, give or take 10 minutes. As I mentioned earlier, dream “time,” which is the 4th dimension, is distorted, due to the fact that you’re between the 3rd, 4th, AND 5th dimension. Anyway, I had this dream; I was at a party in this dream, a party of maybe 20-30-40 people, & somehow I knew them, ALL of them, despite never ever never meeting them in the waking world. How can that be? Who are these people? Nonetheless, there was love all around, & I was maybe 20 years younger than I am now, dressed in board shorts, sandals, & nothing else, & my board shorts were a bit big for me, so I had to keep pulling them up because my ass, & occasionally my shwing-shwang, kept popping out. No one seemed to mind though for as I mentioned, it was all love at this party. Again, there were no cell phones, no internet, & had no recollection of being here in this world, as if I truly was in another dimension. Oh, I forgot to mention this, I was there, but not quite all-the-way there, which gave me a sense of feeling kind of…drunkish, you might say. I wasn’t drinking; I wasn’t even interested in getting drunk, but my equilibrium was way off. Lots of stumbles, lots of malfunctions while trying to grab things, yet my mind head was completely sober. I could think like normal, but getting these thoughts to come out was proving very difficult. Maybe it was the time distortion, I don’t know, but regardless, I kept stumble-walking around this surreal party. A couple of girls, younger girls, were trying to get me to do the hat trick with them. They were wearing jeans, & tight tank-top shirts, one blue, & one red, & they wanted the big D, from me, obviously, but unfortunately, I never followed through. I feel like I changed my mind & went to look for them, but they were nowhere to be found. Bummer. Who else was at this party?
Great question, thanks again for playing. Oh let’s see, there was a hodgepodge of white dudes, black dudes, a bunch of hot white girls, & maybe one or two black girls, & they were all drinking from a big punch bowl that never seemed to run out of whatever the beverage was that was in there. I don’t recall drinking any, but as I said, my body felt “drunk,” for lack of a better term. It felt more like the feeling you get when you go heroic with Xanax. Your mind still functions in a relatively normal manner, but your body, your body stumbles. Bumping into walls, dropping things, & not giving a fuck, yes, that’s Xanax for you bubblegummers out there who have never taken it, much less in a large dose. I know the feeling all too well, sadly, so if I had to equate my physical state, it would be more like Xanax, rather than booze. Now, if you ever mix the two, booze & Xanax, prepare to have your mind erased, & to wake up with zero recollection of what exactly happened when you were drunk & xanaxed up. It’s a terribly dark drug, pun intended, because that’s what happens when it wears off. You only see black, total darkness, when you try to remember what you did. I digress though, as always, now where was I?
Oh yes, the big party…everyone was drinking from the big punchbowl, people were laughing, joyous, truly having a good time. Perhaps I should have tried the mysterious punch, but I didn’t, I just kept walking/stumbling around, babbling to everyone I encountered, & as I mentioned, I knew them somehow, & knew them quite well, but had never met, nor ever seen, any of these people in real time. Also, I knew this house the party was happening in, as if it were my own house, but again, I had never been to this place here in 3d world, much less lived in it, this house I was in, yet somehow, I knew it. It felt like I was back home, kind of, as in when I went outside, there was a familiarity as if I were in the beachfront town I came from, but it wasn’t. Nope, it wasn’t back home; the scenery, if you will, was different, the roads, the businesses, the houses, all of it was different, yet strangely similar, as well as exceptionally familiar to me as well as everything else. I recall seeing the names of some of the businesses, but I can’t remember what the names on their respective marquees above their buildings said. Distortion distortion distortion. Oh damn, just had a vision, a vision from a dream I’d forgotten about, but since I literally just had this vision, POOF, it came back to me. Let me finish the party illustration, then I’ll come back to this vision I just had.
It’s not gonna take long, since I’m almost at the end of describing the punchbowl party dream. What else can I say, what did I miss? Let’s see…party party party, missed a threesome with 2 hot younger broads, didn’t try the punch from the punchbowl, was stumbling & bumping due to equilibrium failure, I knew everyone somehow, as well as the big party house, & there was an almost a tangible energy of pure love betwixt myself & the party goers. I remember walking out of the house, turning right at the end of the walkway up to the house, followed by a little walk to the west I assume, because it was a sunny afternoon, & the sun was setting behind my view of the buildings ahead of me. I remember a split in the walk way; think of a “Y,” & that’s how it appeared to me from my vantage point. There was a business at the crux of the “Y,” with a sign, but for the life of me, I can’t recall what the sign said, as well as the rest of these signs. When I try to remember, it all just looks like jumbled letters, along with symbols & numbers, on these signs. It wasn’t a foreign language, it was more like codes, of some kind, but I have no idea what they translate into. Who put these signs up in this town? How did I know everything so well? What is going on in my fish-eyed brain? Is a dream really just…a dream, or is it more than that? Maybe it’s less, what do you think?
I think it’s individually subjective, but who’s doing the subjecting? Gah, I know, I know that I know, I know I have the answers within me, but for some fucking reason, I cannot find said answers. It’s incredibly frustrating; it’s frustrating, it’s depressing, it’s heart-breaking, all the above, & I’ve never felt so alone in all my life, wayyyyyy out here on my island, way out, all the way out to the tightroped perimeter of sanity, & I think there might be no way back, not here in 3d Clownworld at least. Yep, it’s looking like my ship has unprecedentedly entered uncharted waters, waters filled with ghost sharks, ready to rip me apart, limb from limb, should I decide to abandon their proverbail ship & try to swim for the shore, the shore of silence, the shore of safe returns. It looks so peaceful on this figurative shore, but if you’re stuck on an island, with no ship, there’s nowhere to go. Can’t stay on an island forever, now can you?…but how long can one stay on a ship before finding a sanctuary on land? Here I am digressing again, & just to finish up the illustration of the party dream, I went walking toward the V part of the Y, to the point where the road splits, leaving me to go either left or right, if I were to keep going in this generally westerly direction. I didn’t, however, & once I got to the spilt, I took a hard right, going off-road, in order to circle around & go back to the party, which I did, as if I knew exactly where to go, cutting through yards, until I got to an alley, which led me right back to the house. Want to know what I saw when I got back?
Of course you do, & since the FisH™ abides, I’ll tell you. Upon returning to the party, there was a lot less people there, & these people were all new. None of them, not even ONE, were there before I went on my walkabout. I knew these newbies too though, somehow, & knew them well, just like the others. More walking, stumbling, socializing, basking in the glory of the love between all of us, with ZERO recollection of this world, even yours truly, who is typing this in my present, while you read it in my past. That’s right, two different yours trulys, with two different minds, in one strange brain, probably in one body. I cannot know until I look into a mirror in a dream. I’m saying “mirror,” over & over in my head, with the hope that the concept of said mirror, will imprint into my mind & create synapses so that I can maybe, just maybe, dream about it, if I sleep tonight of course. My sleep has been so fucked up lately. Dreams, that last notably longer whilst dreaming, as opposed to a couple of hours I sleep in real time here in 3d. The dreams, on top of my visions, might be helping me in some way I am missing. Obviously, my dumb ass has no clue how to find whatever I’ve lost, but yep, definitely missing something. The answers are within me, I know it, God damn it I know, I KNOW, but I also do NOT know. Nope, don’t know a God damned thing, much less the meaning of dreams and/or visions. Of course, I’ve been searching the interwebs, like a group of hound dogs chasing a deer, & it’s all over the place, which leads me to believe that no on has a clue what is happening with dreams/visions. If they did, wouldn’t they all be saying the same thing? The reason we have dreams, as well as visions, should definitely NOT be subjective. Come on now people, there’s an answer for why it happens, of course there is, doesn’t everything have an answer, per se? We haven’t found the answer to dreams, or visions, so a bunch of power-mad morons with a PhDeeznuts write books to give people interpretations, disguised as “answers.”
Holy tap-dancing Jesus, this has turned into quite a post, & I’m just gonna stop, & wrap this one up. I could keep going, & going, & going, but the human attention span stop sign got ran about 4 paragraphs ago. Until next time dear readers, chronicle your dreams, for they have to mean something, right? So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣
“Chronicle your dreams; it’s the only way to remember them.” Fish F Fish🎣
Are “choices” real? Plays into my previous article discussing free will and soul contracts; I don’t think soul contracts are real, & free will, that’s anyone’s guess. I’ve done a million things against my “free will,” so I’ll stay right atop the fence on that one. Not to mention, I have very vivid dreams, particularly lately, where I have literally ZERO connection to this life here in 3d Clownworld. ZERO, as if I’m existing in totally different worlds, with a different head. What can it mean? Why is it that I’m always waking up back here though, with little to memory of existing in the other place, why? Damnit, I feel like I know, deep down in a vault I no longer have access to, vibrating way down here in 3d. Nonetheless, I know, & I know I know, but as I said, the proverbial key has been lost to open those doors. Why? Who did this to me, to us, to humanity? What do these so-called “ruling elites” know that most of us do not know? Fuck that, I want answers, & I want them NOW. Severe head injuries, as well as drugs & vaccines, have kept the hamster running on the wheel upstairs, but that’s about it, so I can only speculate as to how many other people have functioned and/or are functioning in a seemingly permanent alpha state. Like I’ve been on auto-pilot, for so fucking long. The fog suddenly lifted fairly recently though, & the floodgates unleashed a torrentuous maelstrom of brain activity, including these dreams I’ve been having. What can it mean, what can it mean, what can it all mean?
Back to the topic…”choices,” are we really choosing anything? If time travel is real, then all of this is always happening & thus, has already happened, implying we’re just playing out an endlessly unchanging consciousness. I think about these things all the time, & again, I KNOW THE ANSWERS, but they’ve been buried so deep, for so long, & without a map to find them, how would one know where to even look, ya know? I still haven’t found the map, but I do believe I synchronously found the first treasure chest, filled with jewels of information, & golden truth, as to what is really going on here in this 3d Earth plane. I’m sure I don’t need to illustrate the notion that something is off here, WAYYYYY off, do I? Does all of this seem “right” to you? No, I already know it doesn’t; it is wise to trust that gut feeling that this world is…artificial, if you will. That’s because it IS, because if it’s all built on a foundation of deceptive lies, then there’s nothing real about anything, ANYTHING. It’s ALL a lie, & I am sick & damn tired of being lied to. I want to know the truth, THE REAL TRUTH, & I want to know now. Fuck you compliant alphabet agencies keeping the Great Secrets, fuck you supposed “ruling elites” for hiding the Real Truth, fuck all of you. All for your own nefarious purposes, living like royalty, & while the rest of us sink deeper into the stinking shit of poverty by the day, you fuckers get more powerful by the minute. The divide is growing exponentially. What is this power accumulation for? WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS??? I want to know, because we not “living,” per se in this life; it’s just a slow death, a slow suicide really, if you’re killing yourself every day just to survive. That is how they justify what they do, they trick you into blaming yourself, & if you believe that, you give them dominion over you, & your immortal soul.
Ugh, it’s so dreary outside today. Like 55, overcast, raining, haven’t even seen the sun for a few days, nor felt it’s divine warmth. Lots of time to think my thoughts, or channel them, no one really knows where thoughts come from, or do they? YES, of course we know, only we don’t know that we know anymore, because they’ve poisoned everything to keep us docile, docile & complacent, complying with whatever whims your masters might be whimming. Masters, & slaves, trapped on a prison planet. Most people are slaves obviously, slaves to money, while the masters vie for power. WHY ARE THEY SO POWER MAD??? GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…FUCK FUCKING FUCK, WHAT IS IT THEY KNOW THAT THEY KEEP HIDDEN??? It’s maddening, clearly, so I’m gonna wrap this up for now. It’s too gloomy to be maddened by the revelations & self-realizations arising in the bungled brain of yours truly. Until next time dear readers, do you like being enslaved? Why don’t you want to be free, free from chains that have your own initials on them, why? Maybe there’s no way out, but I’m still going to find a way, even if I have to come through the fucking walls, I WILL find the truth someday. This I choose, for you, not for me. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all… 🎣
“Even if I have to smash through the walls of this prison planet, I will find freedom via truth someday.” Fish F Fish🎣
Wow, talk about mind blown, dang. I’m referring to the video linked below, because prior to watching this about an hour ago, I had never heard of this Kozyrev Mirror thing. One word: FASCINATING. Yes, quite fascinating, & so as I always do when I’m fascinated by something I’ve never heard of, I’m doing my own deep dive to learn more. Something ain’t right in this world…period. You can feel it, & hell, you can even see it now, if you use the right eyes. Do not be deceived; I know something is going on for fuck’s sake, something YUGE, but what that is, I do not know for sure yet. I’m always digging though, diving deeper & deeper, like I’m stuck in a Vivarium, with nowhere else to go. In fact, this wonky world almost IS a real-life Vivarium, for nearly everyone, & if you haven’t seen that movie, I HIGHLY recommend it. Regardless, check out the video below, if you are green on the Kozyrev Mirror phenomenon.
I’m not the first to speculate on this, I hope, but perhaps the powers-that-be are using various versions of Kozyrev Mirrors to alter future timelines to there own respective advantages, & we regular folks are living these changing timelines, in real time. The effects vary subjectively…some people are going insane, some people are turning to drugs, some people are exceptionally compliant, & some of us are just noticing these changes & wondering what dafuq is really going on in this world, because this doesn’t seem natural, does it? Like I said, maybe it’s just me, but this world has the stench of artificiality all over it, or maybe I’m just one of the ones going insane, but nonetheless, any of those scenarios could imply that they ARE, in fact, using these “magic mirrors” to jump into different timelines. I’d love to hear more on this, since I just discovered it myself recently, & have been ultra-fascinated since. Fire away mad lads…the FisH™ abides🎏
Well, well, well…would you look a this, yet ANOTHER train derails, this time a light rail train in Denver, Colorado. I’m going to keep this short, but first I must point out that this is most certainly NOT normal. If you view my previous post, you will see that I mention how we’re under attack, & as if on queue, a local passenger train derails. Couldn’t make this up if I tried. This is BREAKING NEWS by the way, as of now as I write this at 3ishPM MST on March 11, 2023. I do not have much more information yet, other than that it was the W Line which connects Red Rocks College to Denver Union Station…southwest Denver to those who aren’t familiar, & there were reportedly 2 people hurt. Fortunately, that seems to be the extent of it, but dang, there sure are A LOT of trains derailing all at once, aren’t there? Seriously, what the fuck is going on in this country? THIS IS NOT NORMAL, but I still haven’t been able to exactly put my finger on what is truly happening in the shadows. Is this a direct attack on Americans via the CIA and government operatives who hide in the darkness? I don’t know, but it sure seems like it, right? I’m digging though, so stay tuned, the FisH™ abides, & as soon as I can expose the truth, any/all TRUTH that needs exposure, I will.
Nonetheless, stay mindful dear readers, because I can smell something coming, just over the horizon, some kind of event, either staged or otherwise, but some kind of event is coming regardless. Societal critical mass, sociodynamics, it’s an important concept to grasp, & you can click that link to learn more if it’s a term you aren’t familiar with. There’s more people than ever, more dynamism than ever, & this place we’re all in culturally, is uncharted waters, so speculating accurately is tantamount to predicting the future, which obviously I cannot do. What I CAN do however, is watch for the tipping point, like the sailor who saw the iceberg on the Titanic, always watching, staying on top of this snowballing Katamarian zeitgeist, as it rolls faster & faster down a steep mountain slope. I am the watcher, the reporter, who must bring truth as it reveals itself, who thrives exposing lies, & keeping you all informed, dear readers. What more can one do at this point, other than physically fight, what else can one do? We need more dissidents, do NOT fear these elitist psychopaths in charge. Who are they? Fuck them. Becoming a thought criminal, in this rogue regime tyrannical State, is future legendary, so fucking right that’s what you become, at least that is what I am, what I’ve been. I’ve been in my cell in the digital gulag for a decade now, I’m salty, seasoned, a veteran pirate, & I have never, & will never abide this tyranny. The new-age thought criminal dissident, banished from the virtual town square, yet from my cell in solitary in the digital gulag, still shouting the TRUTH. Truth is kryptonite to your so-called “leaders,” & if that what brings them down, I’ll find the truth, spread the truth, shout the truth via my articles, my videos, my own voice. The time will soon come to choose, what will you choose? Bending the knee, or fighting to be free? Choose wisely. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Will you bend the knee, or fight to be free?” ~Fish F Fish🎏
BONUS VIDEO at the end, AFTER the article, so please don’t skip ahead ya scoundrels. Just kidding, skip wherever you want, skip some hopscotch if you’d like, I don’t care what you do; just letting you know, dear reader, that there’s a BONUS VIDEO at the end, created by yours truly. Enjoy Fishheads…🍥
I added a new term to this hoarder’s horse lexicon in my head last night; would you like to know what this new term is, dear reader? This new term is hypermarket. Beyond the supermarket, is the hypermarket, & if you want to know more, just click the word. Now that you’re familiar with this term, did you know that most of the grocery store chains in the USSA, I mean USA, are owned by one company?…that’s right, ONE company, & that company is Kroger. I’m going to be posting linkage & imagery below of course, as we wouldn’t want someone to think I’m making up propagandistic fake-news-narrative-driven bullshit, like the kind of bullshit I have to flush through when doing my research, & makes up 99% of CNN’s content, & all the other alphabet fake-news outlets, who are ALSO owned by a handful of companies. A literal handful incidentally, as in you can count all the mainstream media corporate owners on one hand. Imagine the power, the world’s information, all in one hand, a hand that can easily become a fist, the same fist they punch you all in the face with 24/7. The overt bias, so obvious, sheesh, it’s such overkill, & they don’t care, one subjective news article after another, keep punching, left hook, right cross, left cross, straight right, BOOM, hit ’em with the haymaker, & you’re down for the count, knocked out, & you’re counting those lights on the ceiling before you even know it, all of this figurative by the way. Also, I italicized the word “news” back there because it is, in fact, total bullshit, & NOT news, it’s fake news, & these mainstream media actors can suck off a salmon with these globally broadcast lies. SICK OF IT, & why do they get away with it?
Well, one answer is that they’ve essentially monopolized everything, & although I singled out a single industry in the first half of this article, I can’t stop there, because they’ve conquered all of them. The news, television as a whole really, education, sports, entertainment, supply industries for fuck’s sake, anything else you can contemplate just fill-in-the-blank, ALL of it, infected by this malignant plaguous cancer, & now who are they trying to drop their spores on? Children, yep, CHILDREN, YOUR KIDS, they’re going after your kids now, trying to infect the new generation with their delusionally psychopathic vision of some dystopian future disguised as a utopian paradise. It’s total insanity. I’ve told you ad nauseam, these so-called elites are pure evil, darkness incarnate, & their greatest trophy is getting your children to follow their Luciferian doctrine.
AGAIN, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN LUCIFER AND/OR SATAN AND/OR ANY OF THIS DARK ARTS NONSENSE THAT YOUR SELF-PROCLAIMED “LEADERS” ACTUALLY DO BELIEVE IN. MY OWN BELIEFS ARE NOT APPLICABLE, BECAUSE AS I JUST SAID, THEY DO BELIEVE IN THAT MADNESS, & ACT ACCORDINGLY.
They are in the highest positions of power; this has been a decades-long agenda & at some point, they must fulfill said agenda, & I speculate that the time is imminent, & that tempest is on the Shakespearian horizon. Yes, the culmination point of their great plan for humanity, a societal critical mass, is imminent, right on queue, almost as if they’ve scripted it, isn’t it? Strange how this playbook keeps working…for nearly 2000 years now. Divide the population, on every issue, race, religion, education, entertainment, divide them all, with an end-goal of us killing each other, while they all sit back & watch, fiddling on their Neronian violins, while it all burns down. Once they’ve turned the world to ashes, they’re going to skip back out into the world, from their bunkers this time, & rebuild a new world for the ashes of nuclear fallout, THEIR new world, you’re welcome. THIS IS THEIR PLAN, NOT MINE; they definitely do NOT want me there either. I’m a thought-criminal, a digital dissident, NON-compliant in every way, most certainly NOT wanted in their shadow world, which is fine with me. To me, everything they’ve created for you to assimilate into is UN-naturally artificial, & just dark, so dark to me, pitch black, just shadows, shadows & echoes, a real-time Platonian Cave, & I’m as UN-interested as it gets. No thanks, I prefer the Sunshine from Source outside the Cave. Not buying it, never gonna buy it, & what I offer is FREE, the best price ever. All you have to do is get up, & walk out of the Cave. That’s it. THAT’S ALL. It’s so easy. They may have the power, sure, they print the money they need for themselves, so that’s never an issue for them, sure thing, but we have something they’ll never have. They know they can NEVER be a light in the darkness, or even have a light. Why?..because they sold their souls for the false light. Now they ARE darkness, & the illumination they offer is false, from a false “god” that they venerate for some reason. They want chaos, so they can manufacture order, their version of “order,” but order is Divine, order is Nature, & Nature doesn’t need their “order.” They are drunk, power-drunk on the notion of absolute power, & it’s corrupted them beyond belief. They are pissing on Divinity with these terribly evil things they do to everyone, they HATE the true light, they HATE us, they definitely hate my black ass, & so they want us all gone, hence their ultimate depopulation agenda. They want us all gone by 2030, & now all they need to complete their plan is 7 billion people gone. SEVEN BILLION OF US GONE. Quite enlightening, isn’t it?
Despite their ridiculously insane agenda, the red-pilled poppers & droppers like myself, & some of you, & some others all around the world, we are standing up to these pseudo-overlord pieces of shit. Sure, we’re still a relatively small bunch, albeit an exponentially growing entity, if you will, so maybe not as small as we seem. The elites are hijackers, & they’ve hijacked the zeitgeist, the macro-organism, but collectively we have evolved into our own micro-organism, & we’re growing so fast, micro becoming macro, so fast that we are imminently about to completely spilt off from the aforementioned macro-mass, the hijacked zeitgeist. WE have the power, WE took it back, WE D.B. Cooper-ed that plane, before their plane eventually crashes into the mountain; & it will, it WILL crash, I assure you. No matter how determined these evil fucks at the top of the proverbial pyramid in the Capstone Club are, THEY WILL NEVER EXTINGUISH THE LIGHT OF VIRTUE WITH THIER DARK INIQUITY. NEVER…NEVER EVER EVER. It’s quite simple really if one just steps back & looks at the entire portrait. What do you see when you look at the big picture, the WHOLE picture, what do you see? Want to know the answer?
Okay, here’s the answer, & this answer is in fact, a question. I’m answering the previous question with a question, & if the hamster is running on the wheel, this should make perfect sense to you, but if you don’t get it, just look at a light switch. Now here we go, here’s the answer…DUNDADADUNDUNDUNNNNNN…Regardless of everything, literally EVERYTHING, everything you see, forget about all of it, forget EVERYTHING, & think about this: If the lights were off, you wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing at all, would you?…but is the opposite plausible? Nope, one can’t see without a light, can they? There can always be a light in the darkness, ALWAYS, & there is no opposing equivalence…you can’t say there can always be a darkness when the lights are on, makes no sense, does it? Where’s the polarity, you might be thinking? Everything has a polarity in this world, right?…nope, wrong, not when it comes to the light, which although it seems paradoxically anomalous, it is not. It is a concept that does not originate in 3d. The true battle of light versus dark happens on 5d, & we only act it out down here, hence no polarity, but oh do I digress. I’ll get into the 5d battle of light & dark another time, because it’s another few thousand words at least, & it’s come to the time when I wrap up this Foozer, dear reader. Do hast thou will with this big bag of red pills, all of you are applicable, as individually respective as a fingerprint, but it’s up to YOU to Gom Jabbar what you find here when I turn on the lights.
Get it? Yes? Good. No? Well, maybe go read another post or three. The beauty & the horror of analogies is their ambiguity. Until next time, dear reader, I’ve given you a new light bulb, very “green new deal,” energy efficient & eco-friendly(honk honk honk), just kidding. No, this light bulb I offer to all of you, & to none of you, is more like a 1000 Watt LED. Full-spectrum artificial sunlight, a veg & a flower setting, to keep you growing strong, branching new branches to reach for more light as you grow, & then one day you’ll grow so full, you’ll bloom, budding your own flowers. “Great analogy, you should quote that”…thanks for the compliment, I will…cheers. Until next time, turn on your light, & up brighten the room. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Branch your branches, then bloom your flowers.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
“Turn on your light, enlighten your room.” Fish F Fish🎏
“I am the GOAT, there are no other goats before me,” says Fish (audience applauds). In case you didn’t know, “GOAT” is an acronym for “Greatest of All Time,” & I’m just joking, as I am no GOAT, & am but a meager fish, an acronym-less fish, in fact. What could “fish” stand for? Maybe…”Fallen into Satan’s Hell,” would that work? Or perhaps, “Flo isn’t Saying Hello?” No? How about, “Fucking Insane, Seek Help?” I don’t know, those all just don’t work like the grand GOAT, the Great One, the Great-EST One to be exact, & how does One, become a Great One, the Greatest One of All Time? Beats me, I’m proverbial pond scum, the only thing I’m the greatest at is nothing, & you don’t even get a participation trophy for that oh-so-high pseudo-achievement I’ve successfully accomplished. See what I did there? “SUCCESS” -fully, as in NOT a success at all. Ah, personal deprecation, my only actual success. There’s most certainly nothing great about a life of self-disappointment. (Fart Noise) …moving on…
It must be a surreal feeling, at least in my imagination it is, but those who don that exceptionally rare moniker of “The GOAT,” already live a life of surreality, so to them, it’s just another day of feeling great, being great, because you’re so great, look at you, what a great guy, greatest of all time. Of “all time,” you say? Yep, ALL time, YOU, are the GREATEST, of ALL time. Well dang, ok then, thanks for the compliment, & all that comes along with my greatnesses. Everyone is going to give me everything from now on, too? That’s so GREAT. Are you eating here tonight sir, oh great one, will you be dining with us? Of course, the bill is on us, we’re simply honored you’d bestow your unending greatness upon our humble eatery, so do not concern yourself with the check. Really? Ok then, I’ll give the server a life-changing tip, how about that? Sound good? Wow, YOU sir, YOU are just great, what a great guy, greatest of all time. Oh drats, I spilled some of my $10000 free bottle of wine on one of my favorite shirts, this shirt woven with real gold in the collar, so my neck glows. This shirt was given to me by God himself, whatever will I do?
Oh look, there’s an unbelievably exaggerated store across the street, with a great big name on the sign, same great name platinum-stitched on the clothes available there, a name that makes them 10000x their actual value, the price on the price tag, but that doesn’t matter Great One. Let’s GO GO GO…beepity-bopity-beepity-bopbop, I bee-bop to the store, & proclaim, “I’ve ruined my shirt, can someone help me please?” (sounds of people scurrying about like rats to help) …oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, we can fix this your greatness, oh Great One, no worries, how about this shirt? Or this one? Need new pants too? Let’s get you some fresh pants(more scurrying about)…there you go oh Great One, all spiffy & new, fresh clothes for you. Oh look, your helicopter has arrived to pick you up oh Great One, the Greatest of All Time, you Great GOAT(sound of helicopter landing)…& WOW, what a chopper she is, is that, could that be, a GOLDEN HELICOPTER?? Sure is, only the best for the GOAT, time to take off, let’s GO GO GO(people scurry their peasant asses out of your way)…& off you go, oh Great One.
Okay okay, I know, I know, I knnnnnnnnnowwwwwwwwww, that was rude, & crude, & I shouldn’t poke jealous fun at GOATs. It’s great to be great, did I just quote that? Surely, SOMEONE has thought that little quip up before, yes? “It’s great to be great,” hmmm, yeah I don’t know, & out of my own ignorance, I am going to enact my own utterly delusional self-sense of “greatness,” & pronounce myself the creator of that quote, how bout them apples? Who’s gonna stop me, the word police? I’m already wayyyyyyyy down at the end of D-wing in the digital gulag supermax, where all other thought criminals go, in my own solitary cell, with a little fish carved into a virtual wall. This is where those who are the “great” in their own right go, & of course in this case, I mean “great” as in “greatly” censored, “greatly” suppressed, “greatly” robbed of my created content, “greatly” exiled from the virtual town square, & I could go on & on, shedding my own skin, greatly, but fuck it, who cares? Who cares that our free speech has been systematically eroded to almost being null & void? Oh no, someone’s feewings got hurt due to “hate speech?” NOOOOOOOO…REEEEEEEEE…HONK HONK HONK…can’t have that, can we? B-O-O-H-O-O
Where are the real GOATs, the keepers of freedom, & truth, & the freedom to speak the truth, where are those GOATs? I’m yet to see anyone from this era estraña that could be considered a true GOAT, not even close really. Think about it…ALL TIME. Sure, there might be some people who have greatness, & they exude that greatness, but the “Greatest of All Time?”….meh, no, not in Clownworld, sorry not sorry, don’t blame me, blame the clowns, & their respective clown cars. They crashed the party, I wasn’t there, nope, & hell, I wasn’t even invited to the party, & surely have nothing to do with clowns, parties, GOATs, none of it. Just a wayward soul traveler that stumbled into this 3d clown town like a Twilight Zone episode, stopping at a one-waitered cafe I can never leave. Coffee, toast, a pen, some scraps of paper, & I’m stuck here until I write my way out, write my way right out of town. I don’t know, I don’t know if anyone was in this booth, at this cafe, in this town, before me, beef whore me, what has come before me? Could it be my circularity? Coming back around again to find me?
Look at that, right on time(class bell rings). Time to GO GO GO, now that the circle has come back around once again, round & round, looping loops, the GIF animation of days flying by, the circularity. Until next time, dear readers, remember this, “goats will eat anything, anything & everything.” Oh, & of course, coined right here in this article, “It’s great, to be great.” So sayeth FisH™🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
“It’s great, to be great.” ~Fish F Fish🎏 “
“Goats will eat anything, anything & everything.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
Finishing another book from one , maybe my only, real true American hero, I find myself pondering how effectual anything any of you do really is? Their Great Machine is pounding away so hard at your door and all of you don’t hear it because you are hypnotized by your televisions. None of you are aware of the great scheme and all of the parts in it that had to come together to make this wickedly tragic world you all exist in. We are at the tail end of it all, this is the after-thought of a seemingly endless list of players that created your futures before you even had ones.
A giant mechanism of absolute and total control of all of you and everything you do. No it isn’t God I am talking about. I will get to that in a bit, what I am talking about is playing a God to you by using and manipulating your lives for their profit. That’s what they do, but no one wants to see it. Maybe if they give this information out during Monday Night Football, right there at halftime. The announcement might play something like this: There is an elite ruling class that keeps you all docile and complacent through numerous tactics and they have been doing it to you and those who made you and those who made them. At last, yes, Your America has devolved into a country grossly reminiscent of some New Age Nazi Germany that really has the power to take it all or take it all down with them this time. There is nothing you can do. You are powerless to stop it. They enforce their variable sets of rules upon you through corruptive means and ruthless thugs with little badges and an armory that is way bigger than yours. They have all of you enslaved to their monetary institutions, which give you all just enough to get by why a small sinister group of devious scum suck your life blood to make themselves fatter than ever on their own greed. They have grown so fat they they are all about to explode and when that happens believe me, THEY WILL NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HELPING YOU. Now back to the game, right after these commercials which brainwash you into consuming more and more while simultaneously dumbing you down to the level of the dumb beasts that you are.
Oh was that a bit too far at the end? Such hostile words, so revolting to hear something that isn’t what someone wants you to hear isn’t it? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to get mad, so mad, already waving that proverbial fist in your angry mind? Are you thinking, “fuck this little punk, who does he think he is, fucking little smart ass wannabe know-it-all little jerk, who does he think he is to point out the obvious in such a overtly rude manner, what a little asshole,” that what you are thinking? “Comparing this nation of ours to Nazi Germany, so treasonous, and calling us all dumb beasts, I wish someone would wake this idiot up and kick his ass,” that what sort of hate is crossing your mind toward me now? Good then, good for you. Now click on something else this is not for you.
If you are still here then you are aware or are becoming or are wanting to become aware of what is really going on around all of you now. Yes there is a God, there is a Great Infinite Source of Divine Love and Intelligence that all of you are part of. Apparently that is all any of you really have to help you through this time. Now do not take the way I said that wrong. All you really need is God, and soon everyone will either be reassured or unassured of God’s true Will. But here, right here and now, they have you all pinned down. Are you going to stay pinned down waiting for Salvation to come from somewhere else? Your own Salvation, your own will to free yourself from the tyrannical grip of these dictators that elect themselves as your leaders, is in you. They have guns, what do you have?
Together you have an outnumbering, and that, along with the belief in yourself that The power in the Divine Love of Source is in all of you, is the stronger army. You are stronger, yet you let them trick you into being weaker, smaller, just another number. Now how does that make you feel? Makes what I said not sound so bad, I am just running my mouth, they are actually fucking with all of you and controlling your lives. Is that okay with you?
It isn’t okay with me and even if I have to represent the last fading gasp of free expression before I get squashed out too, so be it. There was once a time when it was great to be an American. What a scam, what a big joke on each and every one of you. What do any of you really have, what is really yours in this world, does it matter what you have or they have, what matters? It matters to give it all to them, let them have it, let them have this mess they made. They can clean it up, I am out, off that grid and onto another. Before I go though I am giving you all One More Great Gulp from this Great Cup. There is a drop left and you do not want to miss it.
No it is not an end, just a change, a great change. Think about it, where can this train keep going, it went off the tracks long ago, where can it possibly keep going? Will you all just get new lines of credit, maybe they will give you all a car, maybe they unleash unspeakable wrath on all of you under a disguise of foreign terrorism, who knows any more? This monster once unleashed, went way out of control when it tried to rule it all. Just isn’t in the true intentions in the Divine Plan of Source, or maybe it is. In fact, one might say it has to be, but their game is up, even though most of you still don’t know it, but I know some of you do, and there is some little spark of hope left for the massacred integrity of this nation.
Get yourselves together, get together, be happy and stop being mad. There is no time to be angry, your moments are precious, they are coming and going so fast now. 66 days and some change. How soon will that be here? It will feel like a blink by the time it does so maybe you need to wise up to the gravity of all of the change around. Schumann resonance, zero point, weakened magnetic field, polar shift, alignment with Our Galactic Center, ancient aliens, illuminati, secret agendas, there is so much information, there is so much that they have kept from you. I can only help so much before you have to get off your asses, turn off the television, and help you help yourself. We leak this info to you through the social media but it is up to you to find out for yourself what is real and what is not. Your views are your own, mine are mine, nothing you do means nothing to me and nothing I do means anything to you, it is all in how YOU perceive things. Make your reality your own and don’t worry about mine or anyone else’s. The leak has become the flood. Be aware. Love to all.
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 