Another Sunday is Upon us!

Okay. Once again. Not a whole lot of news…

At least, not on the surface. However, this just in!!

Mel K and Michael L Bi g Ph arma insider: “BREAKING NEWS OF PLANDEMIC INVESTIGATIONS & ARRESTS” (1 hr):

If you missed Tr ***p’s rally in IA last night, you can watch it here:

I, for one, am really looking forward to the Tr **p rally wherein he can finally tell the truth: Meaning, everyone that you think is dead is really alive; and everyone you think is still alive, was actually executed back in March 2019…

Or something like that.

Anyway. Onward. I don’t want to act as if actual ennui is setting in here, but wow, I’m really getting tired of the obfuscation, lies, clues, hints, intentional misdirections, etc., etc., etc. However, I do like this “Let’s Go, Brandon!” development that’s sweeping the nation…

Okay.

I have to say that something really strange happened to me yesterday re: my posting that John Lennon is perhaps really still alive. I was texted by two separate and total strangers who are obviously in the [17] movement, assuring me that JL is indeed “not dead.”

You know, on one level, I live my life under this wide umbrella now that all these key people in entertainment and politics are likely still alive. But yesterday, I was circuitously led to some very short YT videos that really made me sit back and go: wtf? These people really are still alive.

And I spent a good part of the morning remembering NYC in December of 1980 and how it felt when Lennon was shot — at that point, I had no hero in my girlhood greater than he was, in terms of how my thinking had been affected from about age 10 onward. By the time I was 20, there were certainly a ton of men whose lives and ideas influenced my thinking, but you never forget your “first,” right?

When I was 10 years old, I read the massive interview that Rolling Stone did with Lennon and I had never been exposed to anything like it before, yet I also identified with him and his sense of profound alienation. I learned so much, so quickly, about life from that one interview — followed closely in emotional/psychic/spiritual impact by Rolling Stone‘s massive interview with Keith Richards a year later, when I was 11.

Anyway.

When Lennon was shot, I was 20 and had only lived in NYC for about 3 weeks. I was already pregnant and trying to get away from the Mafia hitman who was in love with me and was the father of the baby. I was living in a basically uninhabitable brownstone in Brooklyn — in a horrible neighborhood — which, btw, has long since been gentrified and now costs millions to live in.

But back then, it was awful. We had to wear our winter coats indoors because there was barely any heat, and only one bathroom in the whole building had hot water, so we all showered in the same bathroom — even though we each had our own studio apartments that included a bathroom. (And yes, we paid rent for this because you always paid any kind of rent you could manage back then, in order to live in NYC…)

Anyway, it was awful. And that’s what was going on in my world when John Lennon was allegedly shot by a “delusional fan,” who was obsessively reading Catcher in the Rye when he was “arrested” with his smoking gun. (These words are in quotes because we now know that MDC was M K Ul tra’d by B u s h Sr’s C I A and programmed to shoot John Lennon. That much has become pretty clear. Why is still the great big question mark.)

The whole thing was beyond traumatic for me, but I plowed ever onward, as I always did in those days, because there was nothing else to do but that. And yesterday it occurred to me that — Lo! these 41 years later — there are only 2 people left in my life who are still alive and still my friends from that time period in NYC: my first husband (whom I actually met in that awful Brooklyn brownstone) and my longest-time friend from my wee bonny girlhood in Cleveland, who also lived in NYC at the time and had been my catalyst for moving there in 1980.

I was grateful that there are at least 2 living witnesses to those intense times in NYC. Witnesses are so important, gang. To cohesion, to sanity.

Well, anyway. It just felt weird — yesterday morning. The thought that all of that grief, confusion, trauma had perhaps not been needed because Lennon didn’t really die… well, you know. It’s oddly fine with me. It would be so cool if he really were still alive. (As, indeed, total strangers are assuring me he is.)

We shall see. But it made for such a peculiar day yesterday. What is my life, right? (To quote George Harrison — is he still alive, too? Who the fuck knows at this point!)

But what is my life? Apparently, as we are increasingly seeing every day, all of our society, certainly from the 20th Century, onward, was founded on an enormous amount of lies.

So, what is life when it is built upon the unbelievably shifting sands of lies? I don’t really know. I don’t think it really matters, though, as long as you have a sound spiritual grounding, because we’re all leaving here eventually, anyway. But I did have a profound feeling of, like: okay, I give up now; everybody else wins. I’m done. Que sera, sera.

Of course, I’m never really done. I never really stop caring about people and trying to help.

So.

As far as the “news” goes.

I have to say that t el e gram is a lot less fun now. Everyone I follow — meaning actual [17] intel channels and not the big bunch of dead ken ne dys — seems to have become these endless news feeds that circle back to one another. Everyone reports the same things. There is just way too much stuff and it gets harder to sift through it all and find anything that really seems “of interest.”

Mc a f ee is still cool, but he posts sparingly (thank goodness). And I’m still waiting to see if the a s s an ge channel is really him, or if it will just be in some way connected to dead ke n ne dys and all those many Tr**p coins they’re always trying to sell.

We’ll see.

RT intl posted this, which seems like it just can’t be good!

“❗️Czech President Milos Zeman rushed to Central Military Hospital in ambulance right after meeting with PM Babis...
Czech President Milos Zeman was taken to hospital in the capital, Prague, on Sunday, after holding a meeting with the country’s prime minister Babis [full article here].”

And over at ResisttheMainstream‘s channel, this was of interest:

“Maricopa County Officials Admit to Deleting Election Data After Receiving A Subpoena From AZ Senate
‘So you admit you did delete…?’ [full article and video are here]

And then I thought this was humorous — over at Whiplash347:

“Jan. 6 Committee Threatens Action Against Individuals Who Defy Subpoenas“

and I was wondering if maybe the committee was referring to those Maricopa County Officials….

I seriously doubt it, but we can always hope — right, gang?

Okay!

Visit this link at LauraAboli’s channel and watch the tik tok video about crisis actors. It is not only amusing but very informative!

And I’ll also mention here regarding the much-circulated question of whether the W H was red on October 1st for Red October, or “pink” in honor of breast cancer awareness…

I am in the “red” camp for sure. I do not adhere to any thing “pink” nor do I support anything to do with “breast cancer awareness month.” It was something concocted a long time ago by Rockefeller and Big Ph ar ma to bilk hundreds of millions of dollars from well meaning people — in an effort to keep breast cancer un-cured, and to steer everyone clear of the multitude of natural cures and healthier options for treating all cancers.

Along those lines:

On Ni cho las veniamin‘s channel:

“Merck’s 4,000% Markup of Taxpayer-Funded C* VID Drug Is ‘Extortion,’ Critics Say
Pharma giant Merck facing accusations of price gouging after it charged the U.S. more than $700 per patient for a taxpayer-funded coronavirus treatment that costs just $17.74.”

And this:

Oh! Or how about this from yesterday??

From The Truth About Cancer dot Com:

Researchers Discover New Molecule That Eliminates Breast Cancer [full article here]

So, in my opinion — no. The WH was red, for Red October, and not “pink” for extortion, greed, and Big P H ar ma…

All righty.

Cir sten w had intel re: upcoming martial law in Au stra lia, NYC, WY (??), and Ca n a da (this is a good thing, gang, and I, for one, wish it would all happen already — many “truthers” are saying “2-3 more months” of this….) (57 mins):

R*d P * l l 78 did a Saturday Night Livestream with Dr Z e l en ko (2 hrs):

Here are some great Ge n e De code highlights (mirrored from Mary’s We the People News rumble account) (32 mins):

If you have not yet seen the original Fall of the Cabal, you have to watch it. But the next installment is now up to episode 18 (32 mins):

The original documentary, in case you did not see it (jaw-dropping) (3 hrs):

And then this, totally unrelated: David Adair: “My rocket can take us to any part of the galaxy in 6 minutes” (15 mins):