November 29, 2023 (Day 15, Fifth Moon, 003)
Ajax wasn’t as restless last night as the night before. I got a good sleep and remembered a few dreams as he wakes me up from his movement. He was shaking like he often does. I don’t know why, maybe a nervous thing. He is stubborn and didn’t want to eat even though I went to the trouble of making his food. And it is trouble now as I live in this house with JN who has taken me in when I got removed from my home by my housemate. I’ll go into that later as the story goes on. One of my dreams was of me being really thin from not eating. But I’m actually enjoying the fasting, I think this is what humans are really like, we can fast for long times like when we used to be nomadic and food wasn’t always available.
But Ajax woke me up early wanting to go to to his twinkle. It was about 6am which wasn’t very enticing to go out in the Vermont cold. I just let him out this time and didn’t go with him. And I didn’t put his jacket on so he would want to come in and not go frolicking around. At 12 years of age, he still looks pretty spanking great and is bright and intuitive. We are very close in a way that I’ve always wanted to be with a dog, like I used to see Rusty be with Rin Tin Tin when I was a youngin. With Ajax it’s even more than that because he came into my life right about the time I started on this odyssey of disassociating with the system.
Today I had arranged to go look at a place in Vermont which was about an hour away. AP and SL were taking me and they’ve been the kindest and most consistent people I’ve known in this whole debacle. I feel lucky to have met them in the summer back in Barton where I was living with two Troglodyte misogynists, men of my age but who are still mired in teenagerhood or younger. Still haven’t grown up but have the minds of men now so they can really do some damage. They are only housemates, the owner DP is very easy-going. So easy-going that he lets them do anything they like. And they are taking advantage of his house but DP doesn’t have the cojones to do anything about it so it escalated to the level it has reached now. It could have easily have been sorted if he had just told the two Troglodytes to cut it out. But that’s The Brotherhood for you. I’ve seen it in action too many times to mention. Whenever there is a dispute between a man and a woman, men always take the side of the man. Take notice, it’s quite stark. But they always make it look like the woman is at fault. The woman is at fault for doing the most minor error, but men can do anything and they just wave it off as though it’s ok.
Living like this is very interesting. In some ways I can thank the Troglodytes because it really got me “up and atom”. I’ve been working in the freedom movement for years but I have been seeing an urgency. Only a few days before I was thinking to myself that I need a change of scenery. Well I didn’t expect to be pressured out of my home with two bully policemen, despite their trying to be nice about it. They were acting on the printing of some fifteen pages of what they call an order, however they told me that night that they had an eviction notice. But no it wasn’t an eviction notice, it was a restraining order. They just took the word of the Troglodyte which they do every time. That was the third time the troll called the cops on me over an ordinary argument like me telling him to turn the fucking music down. He would play it loud to annoy me and loud in the middle of the night. It was like living with really bad neighbors right in your living room. Both of them had absolutely no concern about how they infiltrate common space.
Now I am in a stranger’s home but she has been very friendly and that is a great deal better than living under a tree at this time of the year. I can rough it but that’s just a little too much. So today I was prepared to go to see another place, a hippy male about my age. I have nothing against males, though I do like to say things as I see them and don’t coddle them or bow to their intimidation. And they hate that. Because it’s so common for women to do that. I’m over 60 but they don’t even have the decency to behave in an appropriate way. The man I was going to see today sounded good but he also sounded reluctant to have me live there because I don’t have a job. I don’t have much of anything because I am out of the system baby. That was my odyssey that I set out for. I had to leave most belongings behind with the intention of having them and much more when the world was changed.
AP and SL came a bit earlier than I’d thought. I was just in the middle of preparing an egg sandwich to take with me. I am always planning to work in with the lady of the house. She is in her 80’s and she is moving out so there are boxes everywhere and all the things are out of the cupboards. There’s very little to use but I have a knife, fork and small spoon which I keep in my room for my use. I also have a medium/small refrigerator in room on the other side of the staircase upstairs. The room I am in is quite pleasant. When I first came here it looked chaotic but I can see that she kept the place reasonably clean, certainly up to my standards. How she did it I don’t know because she is unable to walk. She rolls her body across the kitchen on a chair with wheels, not a wheel chair, more like an office chair. She’s a tall woman and large set. She sits in front of the oven all day so I try to cook something up before she gets up. She gets up late around noon so I get a bit of time. But everything has to be put back into place as she’s very switched on and knows where every single thing is. She has to because she needs to be able to reach things. Her body is always in pain and it’s a trial to get from one place to another. She is very independent and only wants a minimum of help like getting her coat on. I could certainly do more and like to but she doesn’t want it. I pay her rent and I think she’s happy with that as her tenant across from here hasn’t paid her and that caused her to lose her car to the vultures of repossession.
It is staggering how ordinary humans treat each other. I am stunned every day by it.
When I saw AP in the kitchen it kind of threw me for a loop. I had to get Ajax’s things together, my bag, did I have enough money, did I have the address and phone number of the person and all that jazz. I usually have that down to a tee but as I quickly gathered the things and put Ajax’s jacket on, I had only gotten into the car when I realized I didn’t have my sandwich. I was a bit hungry as I hardly eat these days but it’s no problem.
It was great though to see AP and her boyfriend SL. He had been convicted of something he didn’t do. His wife wanted to get rid of him as she had won a lottery. He spent years in jail. Imagine. This is what the so called “just us” system does. And everyone bows to it. I see people acting like ants or cattle. It’s so distressing seeing people do this. They just do whatever is “the law”. They say things like “well it’s the law, they can jail you” etc etc. Cowering, always cowering to this ridiculous concept called “law”.
It truly matters not a whit to me. Heaven knows where that will get me. All the “services” don’t cater for people. I made a few calls to those government services but they wouldn’t have anything to do with me because I refused to give them my prison details (ie: date of birth and “social security number”) I am not a number. I am not a two dimensional being on a piece of paper regardless of how much people believe they are. If they want to be that, well they are welcome.
So many activists hate the system yet they are on it. I can only think of one activist that isn’t. All the others just talk about it but they will take the benefits of the system and they will abide by it by getting driver’s licenses and passports and things like that. It’s more like a movement for aspiring second leagues because they are just doing the same thing that the system does. They are like recreating the celebrity world. They are not getting with other activists and working out how we can unchain from the system. They are not collaborating with at least one other activist. Collaboration is key now and they don’t seem to get this. They do the same things as this rotten system, blocking and dictating what members should do in their group. They advertise for their products or services using their popularity in this movement. The truth movement is not for prostituting oneself like the usual system. They are just repeating the same pattern and they refuse to hear me when I try to explain this to them. They make up excuses just like the people they are trying to wake up.
They only try to wake people up who are online, they don’t try waking people up who are in their personal circles, like friends, family, neighbors, coworkers or what we have come to call “normies” – people who don’t know what’s going on, people who don’t know that covid was a trick to get them to take the bioweapon. Now they’re walking around with MAC addresses and they have no clue. And they are being names “homoborgenesis” – the first transhumans. They don’t know about this or the straw man birth certificate fraud. They are totally in the hypnosis. We all were but once you deduce what’s going on, it’s an ongoing unearthing.
SL was not under the influence as we drove to the place to see. He usually drank in the car. Since he has hung around with his friend Donny, his behavior is not as sweet as it used to be. But he is a good guy just going a bit wild after being incarcerated. Hopefully he won’t turn into an alcoholic. His girlfriend AP is calm and on the ball and keeps him fairly steady. He doesn’t always speak to her well and she gets a bit hurt but she is always by his side. I think he appreciates her but just like the patriarchy, men are not aware of how they speak to women. It really needs to be noticed because it’s horrible. You don’t speak to people like that unless they do you wrong. Then you can speak like that to people but when someone is for you and helps you and loves you, well, no, you can’t talk to them as though they are something stuck on the bottom of your shoe.
I had an uplifting feeling about two days ago that this is all happening to get me to move faster to change the world. It sure has that effect. Nature is so smart that way. We don’t realize why things come about. That’s a whole other world that we haven’t even fathomed let alone explored. But exploring it is what my odyssey is all about. I never thought a mild-mannered ordinary person like myself would be doing this daring thing. I’m not doing it to be daring, I’m doing it because I despise the system and all that it stands for and all that it is. I don’t want to live in a world like this, I want to live in the world believing there is more, elements we are not aware of, that have been forgotten because we humans have been so traumatized.
Even though it is gut wrenching to see all the people cattle go on with their day, it hurts my heart to recognize how utterly mind controlled and traumatized humans have been. Just even taking our first day on earth – coming through the birth canal with a mother laying on her back instead of on her feet, where gravity would help the head come through because the pressure on the pelvis makes the bones soft for that period of time. And then it hardens again after the baby is born. You get snatched from mother, the only being you’ve had any inkling about, and then jabbed with a needle as though you’re a pin cushion. I don’t think they had the jabs for babies when I was born though so at least there’s that. But if you’re born a boy, they whip off the glans of your sexual organ so they think, you won’t get dirty there. One thing that’s clear is that fascists are so cleanliness-minded. They are sterile-minded and always worried about “germs”. Wait till they find out the truth about that!
Most people will be floored when they find out about what is called “terrain theory”. That will make everything fall in a heap. That’s why I think doctors who know this and everyone who knows this needs to keep pumping it out. Why are they still not teaching it in medical schools? Or even in schools? Well the answer is simple, it all leads to the medium of our collective enslavement, the scorecard, the criteria that makes everyone keep the treadmill running – bank- issued money. It is galling when I hear activists advertise for money and excuse it because they “have to make a living too”. What a joke. They are perpetrating the same old same old and they are not aware of it. They refuse to be aware of it just like the people they talk with who are not aware of 9/11 or covid.
It was a cold Vermont day, snow covered everywhere, about 5 inches. We couldn’t find the house at first but we called the hippy owner, W and we finally found it. It was small as he’d said but it was solidly built. The room I would sleep in upstairs had cannabis hanging to dry. He said he’d remove that. We kind of felt a bit connected because he is a compost toilet man and I am a compost toilet gal. He said everyone balks at that and doesn’t take the room because of it. But it doesn’t phase me. All I need is a room, warmth, water, and internet service!
I don’t mind roughing it for a while or even a long time if there is scope to improve things. I like improving things. I’m not one for going to a perfect place though I don’t mind it but I’d prefer to go to a place that needs improving. I think it’s fun transforming places.
W has a lot of health problems, well like everyone almost. One thing about AP’s boyfriend SL he didn’t get the vaccine and both of them don’t have bank accounts – yippee! But AP did get the jab though she’s not going to get any more thankfully. This makes me feel that people are starting just starting to “wake up” but when we left W’s house after a successful meeting, we stopped at a supermarket and there it felt like I was in some kind of museum. The way people get food these days seems antiquated to me already because I can envision what it will be like very soon where we won’t need checkouts, where people just go to the store and get what they need. There may be money involved but it will all be automated, the scanners will log it when it is taken off the shelves. There will also be farmer’s markets and fresh produce available everywhere, even in the towns and cities, where people walk. They’ll be able to pick fruit from trees along roadway and parks and pick vegetables from the front lawns of neighbors or their own right prior to cooking them.
Being in the supermarket was harrowing. All the isles with packaged items neatly places and every detail about them registered. Practically nothing was loose, everything was packaged and made to look like a prostitute, all dolled up for you to pick it and give them your money. Ugh, the whole thing is quite nauseating. But what is the worse of all is that people go around and not realize it doesn’t have to be like this. They go around thinking this is great, this is modern life, where you can go to these behemoth stores with everything nicely sterilized in packaging making it so convenient. But our lives would be convenient every day if it weren’t for the banker’s money system.
The banker’s money system only issues crumbs and we all have to share in those crumbs. The lion’s share of the numbers is in the interest. Those numbers never go into the economy so everyone is scampering around for the crumbs. And of course there is never enough. This system comes from a scarcity mentality. People think money has to be scarce otherwise nobody would work. But nobody does work anymore so we need to change how money works. And if we change how money works to a system where money is issued by the individual, it would only be a stepping stone to a no-money world. But the infrastructure has to change so that’s why we need another money system to get us to a no-money system. I cannot see how we can go moneyless at this point, everything is too centralized and controlled. We need to bring the control back to the local areas, we need to decentralize everything and this needs to be a thing.
But at least I got to buy some food. I am running out of money and I had gone to my son who lives in LA and doesn’t call me very often. But he was good enough to be supportive when I got pushed out of my home. I don’t want to use that term they use to describe people in this situation. I haven’t used anyone’s money so far in this odyssey and I’ve been at it for over ten years. I don’t mind asking people for money because it’s how we can help each other. It’s not my system, I don’t want it. They want it so I don’t mind asking as much as I used to but I like to be independent.
So in the car I thought sure I can manifest money. I’ve not been that good at it in the past even though I tried so many times. Maybe it’s like giving up smoking, trying lots of times and finally succeeding in the end. But I’m going against my grain because I know what money is about and I try to use it sparingly always looking for other ways to get what I need or want. But this time I need and want money because this system is still going and I want a bit of autonomy. It’s a pain being at everyone’s mercy. There is nothing I can really do to please me because I am living in someone else’s house and I need a roof over my head.
The way I thought of manifesting money was by writing my story. I have wanted to do that for a long time and started but now, it’s going to be done. That’s what getting kicked out of my home has done, it has nudged me along. So smart of nature, I am always amused. It’s not just nature, it may be the microbes. It may be the trees and the clouds and the soil. Their knowledge of things humans have been deeply disconnected from. I’ve learned to go with the flow. I’ve done the inner work of keeping my composure. I trained using the time with the Troglodytes.
At home tonight I got to eat some nice things, just sandwiches but yesterday I was wondering when I would eat again. I’m riding on the belief in abundance and that nature is abundant and that I am nature and nature is all around, it’s everywhere and it’s intelligent, much more intelligent than anyone. It runs all this – the seasons, the waters, the air, the soil, trees, people, animals, insects, microbes, everything, it runs it all and seamlessly. Imagine what a robot would need to do even one piece of all this. Imagine the wiring that would take.
My room is quite pleasant. I found two pillowcases that have nice coloring and put one on the chair that feels a bit unstable but Ajax seems fond of it and the other pillowcase on a pillow that has some black mold on it but that I use only as a backing on the office chair I sit on. So that matches and looks pretty cool. The bedspread is quite colorful, this lady has good taste but it’s hard to tell because everything is all over the place with boxes everywhere. I also found a blanket to put on top that is brightly colored with thick stripes of yellow, red, blue, green and black on a pale yellow background. Quite stunning. It goes well with the yellow painted walls. It’s a nice place to do videos in, better than my room back home in Barton. That room needed a lot of renovation but it was satisfactory for me temporarily.
I bought a block of KitKat chocolate today as a treat and I’m going to enjoy it. I want to enjoy every moment of my life and that means I have to not look at the future too much right now. I guess that’s part of my journey that nature has gifted – a crash course in learning to live in the moment. I’ve been practicing for some time but this thoroughly motivates me to learn the ropes. I have a hunch that living in the moment, living in the now is where the action is, where the juice is, where things come to you, things you cannot even conjure because it comes to you from a place of depth and knowledge of you or our essence because it comes from mother nature.
She doesn’t need her name capitalized. That is too self-aggrandizing for her. She just wants all her creatures to be in harmony to allow progress. We cannot progress when we are not in harmony.
I’m going to sit back and really savor this KitKat. Somehow I want money to flow to me now. I am thinking through people who want to share my journey and see what’s up everyday.
Today too I made contact with Ameratsu Solar who has knowledge of how to produce free energy. I have been wanting to meet with her for some months now, ever since I read her treatises which are brilliant and today she wrote another one which I’ll link here, it’s called “Have you noticed that I ask for no money?”
I’m sharing this link and you should too because we need to get busy sharing information if we want to shift out of this cattle pen. That is what the shift is about – it’s about consciousness, becoming conscious. Most are unconscious right now and we have to spark consciousness in small and big ways, in every way that comes into our mind. We are creators and we have to find this in ourselves after eons of relentless abuse. Humans are a species with a special purpose. I think I know that purpose but I shall talk about it another time. Right now I want to enjoy that chocolate treat before retiring to my dreams.
"I like improving things. I’m not one for going to a perfect place though I don’t mind it but I’d prefer to go to a place that needs improving. I think it’s fun transforming places."
Same.
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