Who Cares?

Isn’t my silly little Oompa Loompa GIF fun? I made this like 7 or 8 years ago maybe. No skip in the GIF either, as even back then, I was well-aware of the infamous “skip in the GIF,” & was quite meticulous to make sure the “skip” ain’t in the GIF. Anyway, who cares? Easy answer: NOBODY, no one gives a flying fart about a “skip in a GIF.” Derp. I care, but no one else does. Does anything even matter then really? These little blips of an existence here we all experience before POOF, you’re just gone, gone like a dried-up dandelion, as you blow it into the wind. The only thing I’ve ever watched actually die, was my cat Fritz. He was there, they gave him the drugs, then 10 seconds of an eternity later, he was gone, just gone. So…final, yes that’s the word, & it really sucks for everyone left behind, in that case, me. The quiet of all of his things when I got home was so surreal. He was just not here anymore, but where did he go?

Well, they say your pets go to the Rainbow Bridge (👈🏻click link to read more), & of course, I’d like to believe that. I’d like to believe SOMETHING happens when sentient life is extinguished from its 3d meat suit. Dogs & cats dream too, & I think that anything that can dream, has a conscious immortal soul that has always been here, & will always be here. If that’s the case, you never actually lose your pets when they die, as they are your eternal soul companions, & you always find each other throughout your countless reincarnations. When they die, they just aren’t here, but they’re there, wherever there is, maybe the aforementioned “Rainbow Bridge,” I don’t know. I’d like to believe it’s real though, & I kind of have proof that it is, although I’m sure I’m stretching my “proof” a bit, because I’m obviously going to be bias. The pragmatist in me has a different view, but the mindfully hopeful me, has nearly convinced me via said “proof,” that the Rainbow Bridge and/or a “pet afterlife,” DOES, in fact, exist. Want the “proof?”

My new cat, Milo, is quite possibly Fritz, reincarnated in a new cat, & why might I think this? Well, Fritz & I had a uniquely close bond. That little dude & me went through some seriously dark times, as dark as it gets, but he was with me all the way through it. Unfortunately, & I will never not feel at least partially responsible for this, he had kidney failure at the young age of 11, & died slowly over the course of a year or so. Maybe it was what I fed him, maybe it was something at some point in the bad environments I was in, I don’t know, but 11 is too young for kidney failure, too young to die for a cat. Anyway(tear falls), it was the worst time ever, & things got dark for awhile for yours truly, as dark as the edge of the perimeter of life, right on the edge, so close, & somehow I came all the way back. Until last year, when the crypto crash wiped me out like a surfer riding giant waves, just wiped the fuck out. Everything I fought so hard to get back, gone, but I’ve ranted about that before, so excuse the digression. I’m still dealing with it in real-time, so it just comes out. Anyway, back to the darkness of death…

Then one day, 4 years ago, a curious little kitten just kind of came from nowhere, like literally, it’s very odd, almost spooky how we found each other, so I named this little curiosity Milo, & there he was. Didn’t take long for me to notice that he stuck to me like glue, like a glued-on shadow, same as Fritz, & you know what else didn’t take long to notice? The bond, it was the same unexplainable soul bond I had with Fritz, but now it was Milo. Is Milo possibly my sweet Fritz reincarnated? Milo is Fritz, Fritz is Milo, Finkel is Einhorn.

I don’t know…like I said earlier, the pragmatist in me says, “Nah, that’s just how cats are. You’re a good cat dad & he knows it, so it seems like Fritz, but it’s a totally different entity altogether. Now get your head out of the clouds & go make us some croissants, 2 regular, one chocolate, don’t forget the syrup & butter.”

However, the wishful existentialist in me counters by proclaiming, “Stop listening to the pragmatist, he’s always bluntly honest, which is good, but he’s an asshole about it. He doesn’t know for sure either. Does he remember being born? No. No one knows the true answer. It’s good to believe in “life” continuing after we die, & that it’s NOT just this, then it’s over forever. If there’s also a Rainbow Bridge in the afterlife, where you reunite with your forever-pets, that’s great. You’ve dreamt of such things, so why can it NOT be real, at least as real as real is once you cross over after death? Have some faith in something. will ya?”

Hmmm, I’d say the existentialist won that one. Valid points, & you cannot deny the pragmatist and/or dismiss him completely, but considering my own personal experiences, the daily synchronous “reminders” reminding me that this trip here on 3d Earth is insanely temporary, yet has a divine purpose. It only seems like a long time sometimes when you’re here, but I don’t think the concept of time, as we know it here in 3d, exists in the place where you go when you die. If it is truly the 5th dimension that you return to, it would be like a dream. Does time seem “relevant” when you’re dreaming? No, it doesn’t, & hours can fly by like seconds, although in the dream space it could seem like days. See what I mean, see how time gets overtly distorted when you sleep, is that because you’re caught between 3d space, 4d time, & 5d where your soul is free?…& since 5d does not follow the laws of 4d time, it causes a “distortion” in your own perception of said time perhaps? Of course, I have no way of definitively proving this, & it’s just something I’ve hung onto for a long time for some reason. I would certainly like that to be the case though, & what a sense of refreshment that must be, the return to 5d, the FULL return, not this halfway-there thing that happens when you sleep & dream.

Unfortunately, I’ve never really gotten to mention this to anyone in person. Why? Good question, & I don’t know why. Communication breakdown maybe? I come from a family unit of 1980s programmed television zombies. Watch tv, consume, obey, work, sleep, eat, shit, piss, repeat, repeat, repeat…yikes. What a fucking mess these baby boomers created, my entire generation, the Gen-X tv babies, such programming, which sadly, extended to the next generation, squared, & then the next generation, squared again, all into this societal conundrum that the American public has become. Just look at that insane State of the Union speech last night, what a disaster, & completely reflective of these baby boomer dinosaurs still fucking it up for everyone else. Mark Dice, one of the few journalists left that I trust, just posted a great video detailing last night’s atrocious debacle. There’s a bonus from Chris Rock in the video too, bringing in some comedy from when he was still funny, to this ever-growing tragedy unfolding in real-time as this country sinks lower & lower into 3rd world communism. Oh I almost forgot…THEN, after Chris Rock, Dice posts a video from the infamous “Orange Man,” announcing his 2024 Presidential run, which I’m sure will create even more chaos. Wunderbar. Buckle up. Honk honk honk…

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Unfortunately, no one cares. No one cares what I think, or what I write about, or how I try to spread TRUTH, God forbid. I keep writing though, it’s all I got, my writing & my animations, on an endless loop, & there it is, always as if on queue, my circularity, the beginning birthing the end, then dying into a new beginning. My literary ouroboros, as if with a mind of its own, never fails to find me when I write these. No one cares about my circularity, I know, but I do. Maybe I’m the only one, the Lone Ranger who truly appreciates the circularity of a well-written article. I mean, IT finds me, not the other way around, & to me, that’s a fascinating phenomenon. I don’t know, I’m weird, but that’s how this weird fish rolls I suppose. Until next time, meh doesn’t matter, no one cares, right? So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

“Doesn’t matter, no one cares.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

Spring Time

I don’t know about all of you, but I react directly with the season. I despise cold and winter,…fun for a visit, sucks to live through. If it could be warm and sunny and 80 degrees year round WITH ample rain and thunderstorms from time to time, sort of like Southern California mixed with Florida, meeting in the middle somewhere humidity wise. Anyway, it’s finally warming up where I am and I can feel the energy returning. If I said to any of you, “Recite the springtime song, as sung by Willy Wonka, the original 1971 version,” …Would you know what I was referring to before you click/ed the vid? It’s a refreshing little song isn’t it? I think so, and if you don’t find enjoyment in the original Willy Wonka songs, that’s your trip, not mine. How many people in the now do you think could relate to the Charlie Bucket avatar? Do you even know what an avatar is? Here’s a link, no shame, click it if you don’t know: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/avatar

Think of an avatar as something spirit become manifest, but that spirit had more extraordinary qualities than the object being avatared. Got it? So what is Charlie’s avatar? That’s easy. He is an icon of boundless hope and living only from love, despite how wealthy you think you are. Then when he meets Willy Wonka, that love mixes with the wonder and imagination we find in the Wonka avatar, and a whole new entity emerges at the end, where Charlie’s avatar evolves into a greater being of love, now WITH all he could ever want. So to simplify, Charlie’s avatar ascends. Never looked at it quite that way did you? No worries. I didn’t really either until I just now wrote it down, so how about that…cheers. 

The weather is warming, the sun is shining, what will the weeks, days, minutes ahead reveal as they unfold? Hard to imagine almost that we are vibrating and spiraling and moving so fast. You do know that we are hurling through space don’t you? I know, I know, but you’d be surprised how many people do NOT know that. Or maybe YOU wouldn’t, I can’t speak for you. I speak to you, and the words I speak YOU already know, you just don’t know that YOU know. That is why I am here, to translate so you can all understand, to shine a little light into the darkness of ignorance.
And like Charlie, the warming to me is like getting the candy factory back. Whole different person when its warm out, ask anyone who knows me. I’m sure you will notice as I write more and more and more, translating, enlightening, helping you all help yourselves. That’s my role, do you know yours? At this moment, there are 6 billion out of 7 billion people playing roles that aren’t their own, so I ask again, do YOU know YOUR role?… Or are you caught trying to manufacture some avatar for yourself that isn’t real? Think about it. I’m not putting you down, plz understand that. We are trying to lift you all up, we aren’t separate from you,… YOU are separate from us. 85 to 90%, fumbling and bumbling around, bahing and mooing, breeding more and more of themselves, more and more ignorance, more and more mumpsimuses. If only they could all just stop for a second, just long enough to have that moment of self-realization where you open your heart and mind to get back to your higher selves. But if they don’t even know about any of these things, how can they get it? Maybe they aren’t meant to, who really knows?
This whole paradigm, this 3rd dimensional reality we are all in together apparently, seems to not follow any sort of logic does it? Look at the big picture; The world is controlled by a >1% fractional elite ruling class that controls everything via the world banks…i.e. the monetary systems. Then there is their herd, the mass of consumers that graze on whatever they are fed as long as they are made to believe it tastes good. They make up 85 to 90% of the populous. Yes, 6 out of every 7, I know, it’s insane. And in the flux between the slaves and their masters, is us, the 10 to 15%. Use the word enlightened, use the word awakened, use the word quickened, that’s your word, not mine. I told you what I really am, the translator, a translator, one of many but as a whole, we are few. We are here to help the herd, to help the herd help itself. One by one we shine some light into their darkened closed eyes, so they can see the true reality of the reality. Go ahead, use the word truther, again, your word, not mine. Call me/us whatever you want, we only have one word for you… mumpsimus. And the great thing about that word is that it’s hard to argue against. it isn’t just some slur or something like fucker or bitch or something like that, it has a very specific meaning and reference. You do remember what a mumpsimus is right? The mumpsimuses are the ones who get to a point in life where they feel they know enough to get by, so they stop allowing themselves to learn and grow. They are set in their ways as that most ignorant of expressions goes, but those ways are irrational, illogical, and arguably insane, yet they live by them as though they knew it all. That is the mumpsimus avatar, now how many people do YOU know that fit that role? Are YOU one of them?
On that note, I am out of the office for a while to soak up some sunshineyness. It IS a word as long as it’s grammatically correct and able to be defined. Who makes up the rules that say you CANNOT do that? I’ve never heard of real-life word police so I encourage all of YOU to do the same, but don’t get carried away. Use your head, common sense, when using undictionaried words. Got it? Get out of your house, get outside into nature. The Sun is warm, feels good, kinda fuzzy inside. It’s Spring Time. Wide eyes open, love to all.