I spent the better part of my coffee-drinking-in-bed this morning, trying to get a sense of what is really going on in Russia and the Wagner-group treason and the potential civil war.

I think that basically it’s another psy-op — one that looks like WWIII. And if we harken back to Charlie Ward’s one-minute video from the other morning — “the distractions will look like WWIII, don’t panic.” Well.

And then I combined that harkening-back with the new video below, and came to the decision that we can get out of bed, get more coffee and safely move on with our morning:

RT – ‘PRIGOZHIN MAKING DESPERATE BID’ WITH ATTEMPTED COUP – POLITICAL ANALYST (7 mins):

I found Phil’s livestream last night a little disheartening.

To be fair, though, I honestly believe he is aiming his intel now primarily at people who are new to the movement and who are just starting to wake up. Because he didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know– even if some of it only came to light this past week (Hunter; Titanic submarine; and ‘everything has been over since 2017’, etc.) — we still already knew it before the livestream. And this was supposed to be intel…

It is only 45 minutes, if you missed it last night. So you can FF through the longer-than-usual opening music:

I am also disheartened because his take on all the banks crashing and the stock market collapsing and all that chaos, is very different from what Simon Parkes reports (not all the banks will crash, the stock market will not totally collapse, there will be no EBS/EAS, and the awakening process (de-Nazification) will take years, etc.).

My feeling is that Phil is trying to create that sense of chaos to help more people wakeup quickly. But it just frustrates me.

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Yesterday was an intense day for me, gang. It’s why I didn’t post here yesterday.

I even postponed the work with Sandra until Monday, because I was in such an intense mood.

The frustration in my brain began the night before, when I was at work — a part-time job that I really like but that I wouldn’t have to have if the lockdowns had never happened. But still. I like the job. But the money is getting very tight, not just for the workers, but also for the owner. Understandably, he is getting very uptight.

But Thursday evening, beautiful weather, out on the lovely patio:

HIM: “Marilyn, come here a minute.”

I went there.

ME: “Yes?”

HIM: “No more oldies music. “

ME (astounded): “Why? The customers love that.”

HIM: “No, they don’t.”

(But they actually do — in the evenings at the train station, we stream 60s oldies, 70s dance party, and 70s pop and the customers love it.)

HIM: “We have a policy at all of my establishments that there is no oldies music allowed.”

(I’ve worked at “other” of his establishments recently where this is simply not true… Anyway.)

HIM: “Saturday night, ‘YMCA’ was playing. It’s against our policy.”

I just stared at him and tried to make my face an acceptable, unemotional blank. He’s under stress. It’s his business, and I actually like him as a person.

HIM: “When I came in Monday morning, that oldies station was stuck on my phone. I couldn’t get it to stop playing Otis Knight & The Pips.”

If ANYONE knows me personally, then you know that it took a Herculian effort, from somewhere deep, deep down in the center of my soul, to remind myself to choose my battles wisely, to consider that this man basically pays all my bills now, and NOT open my mouth and say:

“There is no such thing as Otis Knight & The Pips.”

Instead, I sort of efficiently said, “Okay.”

But when I woke up yesterday morning, I was just so frustrated by all of it. That I even have to have a job in order to survive, and that I have to work somewhere/anywhere — or spend any time whatsoever at a place where Oldies are Forbidden.

Plus, I know that the man who owns the train station is a Deadhead. He is 20 years younger than me but he loves the Grateful Dead. How tempting it is to say: “You know that the Grateful Dead was part of an MK-ULTRA psy-op, right?”

But this is the world we are in right now. We just have to keep moving forward in whatever way we can, and not turn against one another. So I got out of bed, got dressed, and turned my attention to my erotic novella-in-progress, Novitiate, and the sinister undertones of 1966 (see post from Friday), and because of Kubrick’s alleged involvement with the faking of the NASA moon landing, found myself finally watching the series at GoodLion.TV: “Eyes Wide Open: The Murder of Stanley Kubrick”.

The morning did not get cheerful from there. I took out my boxed DVD collection of Kubrick’s best films, set it on top of my TV table, and really looked at those titles. Except for “Barry Lyndon,” those other films of his were huge parts of major “culture destabilization”, weren’t they? Uncannily simpatico to the agenda of MK-ULTRA, etc., etc.

And Kubrick’s familial connection to influential (to say the least) Nazi filmmakers was also really discomfiting. (His wife was the niece of Veit Harlan.)

Too much information, all at once. Because even though I was a little girl in the 1960s, I was very aware of the culture and I have a very good memory. So, to see this sinister underbelly of everything that was such a huge part of my childhood…

Well, I just keep pondering — what is Novitiate really supposed to be about? I’m not suddenly being shown all this for no reason.

And of course my actual family life was disrupted on many levels by “cultural destabilization” in the 60s and 70s. And now with my dad dying — so many vibrant and vivid memories, gang. I want to capture all of it before my time here is through.

Anyway.

So I am back at it today. Reminding myself that it’s okay that I have to go in to that “oldies verboten” part-time job, for now — because I need it and because I like being there, even though I’m not getting any writing done while I’m there and in a handful of weeks (28 days to be exact) I will be 63 years old.

And soon everything will drastically change. Again.

I’m going to leave it at that and get started here.

Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Until Thursday, I had not known a single living soul on planet Earth that objected to “YMCA”. (I guess some people might connect it to Trump but you’d have to be watching his rallies to even know there was a connection.)

To me, that song now represents everything that was so wonderful about life just prior to AIDS (something we now know, thanks to Dr. Judy Mikovits, was caused by the Hep B vaccine and not anal-sexual promiscuity or the use of Vaseline or Crisco during anal sex…).

What a great song. What a great era to be gay in. For a brief shining moment, we laughed so much and so often.

What planet did I wakeup on yesterday, when anybody, anywhere – least of all, the place where I work — claims “YMCA” to be verboten??

Anyway. Play it loud. Smile — if you remember all of this great gayness and casual sex of 1978 (because it didn’t last long, gang — it became a walking horror show) and try to simply enjoy.