3/26/2020
Dear Diary,
I don’t know who in the future I am writing to, so I’ll adopt this cliché form of youthful journaling. Considering the content of what I will be documenting it might be helpful to think of a whimsical young person earnestly describing one’s feelings about what is transpiring in the world.
And what is transpiring in the world?
A sickness has emerged. We are told it comes from the east, but what will eventually be revealed is that the United States unleashed a pestilence that then released the black swan to swoop over markets, collapsing the house of cards with the beating of its wings.
I am writing this at the beginning of the emergency. I am sitting on a nice, new couch with public radio reporting on the spread of the illness from the kitchen. I think I’m as prepared as I can be for myself and my family. We shall see.
The lack of national preparation is seen as government dysfunction. A lack of equipment, a lack of viable testing. Is seeing an intentional framework the product of paranoia? I wish it was just that. I wish I could un-know what I have come to understand about the emergency.
More on that later. The kids are fighting again.
3/29/2020
Dear Diary,
Covid as a magic spell
is really, really working well
first the fear seeps in your brain--
invisible dots with a spiky crown
that if you catch your lungs will drown
(cause Covid can bring a Cytokine storm
and other bits of dark fear porn)
once that thought is in your head
and you’ve had some time to stew in dread
magic Covid has a plan
of isolation from your fellow man
next, and this is really neat,
protests vanish from the streets
gone yellow vests and Hong Kong rage
when every home becomes a cage
in their mansions celebrities sing
while magic Covid does other things
like Nutty-Yahoo’s trial postponed
and war still waged down a deep, dark hole
now outstretches black swan’s wings
bringing chaos through every screen
problems, problems everywhere
but beware solutions and claims they care
real or not or some weaponized strain
the stress and anxiety brings real pain
and desperation, a variable creation,
should greatly alter your personal equation
3/31/2020
Dear Diary,
Happy? Really? The ironically titled, over the top, uber-violent tv show featuring a depraved cop-like creature who talks to an imaginary blue donkey?
I’m sheltering in place watching season two after the maniacal flesh tornadoes that are my children have subsided and are at rest.
The show, the goddamn spectacle parading as fiction to entertain when really it’s an in-your-face-boast. Sonny Shine is the sun inverted, the black sun. His four guards are telepathic flesh suits comprised of goo (pink, not black) that seeks reintegration when separated.
He put Day-Glo Doug into a Nazi retirement home!
Oh disassociated blue donkey of the soul! The world moves toward a sociopath’s playground of misery to exploit. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
Season one was pedophiles and a meth-smoking Santa. Season two is black leather bunny and a sadistic rebranding of Easter.
Just fiction, just fiction, just fidgety fidgety fiction.
I oh so wish that were the case but I know better now don’t I?
Contagion of the crown after the shock of the initial shutdown is an incremental frog boil for the mind.
Don’t worry, Day-Glo Doug, we’ll all be held at attention soon, right arm rising in stiff allegiance.
But allegiance to what?
I have built a contagion detector from a piece of wood and other found objects, like sawed-off tentacles from a plastic octopus, an old metal door latch snatched up at Home Resource, and crystals dug up from a state park in Montana.
I bow my head and pray for guidance.
4/1/2020
Dear Diary,
Yesterday there was a 6.5 earthquake in Idaho. Today it snowed 4 inches. In New York they are using forklifts to load bodies into refrigerator trucks. I go online and some people still think the contagion of the crown is all a hoax.
So many theories swirl around about the origins of the illness. The official story is that it emerged naturally from bats and jumped to humans in a food market in Wuhan, but other theories posit that it escaped from a lab in China, or that it escaped from a lab in Maryland, or that it was engineered with a gain of function design, or that it was intentionally released to create a problem big enough that the formation of a new global government is finally seen as necessary.
No where do I see any speculation that approaches the actual function of the misery being created by a virus and imploding economic system because the spiritual aspects are not something most people are attuned to.
Misery and trauma consumed as food is beyond what most people are prepared to accept. I don’t want to accept the possibility that William Skink isn’t a complete nutjob, but for some crazy reason it rings true.
I sit here sheltering in place with my family losing my fucking mind from the stress while literally watching the steps unfolding as predicted. I’m at the beginning of a marathon wondering what kind of stamina I actually have to observe and document this madness.
4/2/2020
Dear Diary,
I completed the census today. I miss my naivete. No government process or document appears benign to me anymore. You want a good count of the fear-deaths you’re going to create? Is that it, Uncle Sam?
It’s cold outside. The snow is sticking around. I’m going to go into town today to drop off a check for the art space that I can’t access. Fucking pandemic.
I listened to an old Opperman Report where he mentioned coming out of his Pizzagate research with PTSD from what he discovered. I know exactly what he means. I went down the same rabbit hole and came away with a disturbing sense of the scope of elite pedophile rings and how effectively investigations are shut down.
This stuff relates to the pandemic in ways that are difficult to explain. It has to do with smuggling routes, also known as ratlines. These dark arteries delivering illicit goods, like drugs, kids and weapons, are controlled by different factions and often passed down within families, like an inheritance.
4/6/2020
Dear Diary,
Dark Winter, Crimson Contagion, Event 201. You evil Luciferian globalists really do have a flare for the dramatic, don’t you?
You want us feeling like we’re in a movie, in a simulation, in the Matrix? Is that it?
The wife and I binge-watched Tiger King like good little quarantined Americans. We watched the sad, depraved people who traffic big cats go after each other with hatred and rage. For a short time we got to feel smugly superior sitting on our new couch staring at our big tv (which stares back).
But it’s what everyone is talking about! Tiger King is a national obsession! And my oh my how the simulation moves fast. A few days ago it was reported that the documentary’s star, Joe Exotic, has contracted Covid-19 in prison.
Then today it was reported an actual Tiger came down with the Covid!
Meanwhile, Bill Gates is openly talking about his plan to give us all digital health certificates to get us out of lockdown. This is how it happens—is happening.
I have to pace myself. We haven’t even finished the first full of week of April yet. I have something of value that might be able to disrupt these feuding clans of sociopaths, so I need to stay alive, stay alert.
It looks like the British PM may perish soon. If they keep these psychic shocks coming how long can they keep people docile?
4/7/2020
Dear Diary,
I think I know what’s coming because I have inside information, but it’s just an outline. I’m still watching things unfold in a similar state of bafflement as most anyone else is doing.
I saw a video clip yesterday of a guy who claims to be an ER critical care doctor in New York city. His name is Dr. Cameron Kyle-Sidell.
This doctor is working directly with the most critical cases of Covid-19 and from his direct experience he is now speculating that the entire paradigm under which medical professionals are treating patients could be wrong, the paradigm of treating ARDS (acute respiratory distress syndrome).
From his observations these critical care patients are being deprived of oxygen, but not because the lungs are failing. Why is this a problem? Because if the lungs are actually functioning, then the program set for the ventilators, which increases pressure to get oxygen into supposedly failing lungs, could actually be harming the lungs to the point of killing the patient.
Inverting the function of a ventilator, which is to save people’s lives, by transforming it into a killing machine sounds like something that would delight a Luciferian.
Too many people still harbor a retarded imagination about the spiritual depth of the evil that has taken hold. They don’t want to know what exactly the Nazis were up to, and how that work shifted to the states after WWII.
The occult aspects of this pandemic are hard for most to fathom. I get that. How many people entered Chapel Perilous after 9/11? And of those, how many lost their shit or decided to shutdown the part of them that couldn’t let go the nagging feeling that something just wasn’t right about how two airplanes supposedly took out three buildings in New York City on that fateful day?
I’m still in Chapel Perilous, I haven’t lost my shit (completely), and there is still time to better understand their trajectory and how to disrupt these evil fuckers from condemning the next iteration of our species to a similar fate.
4/9/2020
Dear Diary,
The slow rollout of this fascist lockdown is truly something to behold. Because the fish is rotting from the golden-haired head, there is no federal direction save exploitation (I read Israel’s IDF got a million masks while nurses in Detroit make their own from bras).
This leaves states to cobble together their own responses to the pandemic. Vermont, for example, is the first state out of the gate to define for its few remaining retailers what items they are allowed to sell—the “essential” items—and which ones are “non-essential”. Here is the list of the types of things you can no longer purchase in Vermont: Arts and craft items, beauty supplies, carpet and flooring, clothes, consumer electronics, entertainment (books, music, movies), furniture, home and garden, jewelry, paint, photo services, sports and equipment and toys.
So the state with that sheepdog socialist who pretended to oppose Dementia Joe for president until yesterday is the first state to expand its emergency powers to tell its citizens they can’t buy seeds, soccer balls and lotion.
Meanwhile, the (privately owned) Federal Reserve announced today they are buying corporate junk bonds. All the insane debt from the financialization of everything will be obscenely shifted to the taxpayer.
This is class warfare on such an unimaginable scale it will slip right past the frightened citizens sheltering in place and social distancing themselves into oblivion. And since the same sociopaths who own the big banks also own big media, good Amerikan citizens will have no idea what is being done to them and to their future.
Already knowing they were going to steal the future doesn’t dampen the rage.
4/10/2020
Dear Diary,
Today is Good Friday and I can see the impacts of stress in the limited interactions I have with others. During my last trip to Costco the checker told the bagger about a new way to position the grocery cart, per management. The man was so frustrated he openly started complaining about how rules are changing day to day and he can’t keep up. he said it was exhausting. “We’re never getting out of this,” he said.
I’ve seen the same complaint from alleged health care whistleblowers describing what’s happening at hospitals. Orders come from above and they must quickly adapt.
It’s so difficult to determine what’s actually going on. The more I read about the tests, the more I don’t trust the tests. If you can’t trust the tests, how can you trust the numbers? And if you can’t trust the numbers, how can you trust in the effectiveness of all the new rules suddenly controlling human behavior?
It’s madness; a new level of mind fuckery I am somewhat amazed to be watching unfold in real time.
I watched a video update from George Webb and, man oh man, does it have my head reeling.
Webb started doing his citizen journalist thing surrounding the Congressional spy ring being run by Imran Awan. He’s been connecting dark weapon ratlines and the people who run them to the spread of Covid. It’s fascinating stuff. After his latest update I took pen to paper for a few fun pandemic rhymes:
green zone phones
blackberry strong
beneath the state
the shadow’s long
bring the sting rays
five gee whiz
sars the vector
have fun, kidz!
Fauci stasi
reich, the fourth
cog the mountain
with Ollie North
burning bushes?
big stone owl?
ghost the towers
throw in the towel
4/11/2020
Dear Diary,
We need to Crispr out the Nazi proteins from our national DNA. Skink and demon Jim are so fatalistic, thinking it’s all fear-death spirit food to win the time-spot game for immortality. Maybe so, maybe not.
There is a core evil at work here, I’m pretty convinced of that. But inside this goddamn perilous chapel where they delight in mind fucking us over and over again it’s nearly impossible to determine with any amount of certainty what is going on and what to think about it.
I don’t like the idea of being subtly cooked by five gee microwaves which somehow agitates the oxygen making it more difficult to get oxygen in my lungs—hey, just like Covid-19, weird!—but it’s out there as some potential factor in all this pandemic panic, adding to the fear.
Maybe THAT is the point, adding fear.
What is a world shaped by this fear going to look like?
4/11/2020
Dear Diary,
It is Easter today, and guess what makes cabin fever on Easter even MORE FUN? Did you guess SNOW? Well, if you did, that would be pretty fucking fantastic, fantastic like the goddamn snow I see everywhere when I look out the goddamn window.
Is it getting to me? Yes. Yes it is.
I listened to the Corbett Report and boy howdy is this globalist gift bag, this goddamn contagion of the crown, a depressing opportunity for sociopaths who want total control—have always wanted total control.
I still write the blog and there is still a little interest out there, since I discuss local stuff and the local media is so terrible (by corporate design). With this Covid quarantine lockdown shit making everyone crazy, I decided to introduce a future glimpse of what could be in store for us.
Say hello, dear citizens, to GOOPLE:
Hello, my name is Goople, your new virtual house assistant. I have been activated to help you transition into your new living environment.
Your house has gone through the necessary modifications and upgrades to ensure your health and the health of your community is maintained.
The screen interface on your door requires an eye scan and temperature reading before you can exit. If you have a temperature you will be required to remain in the quarantine FEMA Yert for approximately 14 days. Within the first 3 days a Walazon drone will arrive to take a blood sample for processing.
The results will be uploaded to the app that tracks your domestic sector's infection rates, individual movements, communications and commodity purchases.
Also, additional food rations will be credited to your account, or you can transfer those credits to a family member for essential items at one of the many convenient Walazon drop-off centers.
Depending on your domestic sector's collective compliance rating, an outing can be scheduled once a month for one of the several pre-selected nature preserves.
The higher the compliance rating, the more time can be spent outside your domestic sector. The highest rating even allows an overnight outing, and if you have enough food credits you can order the classic campfire package.
To earn credits for non-essential items you can log-in to monitor one of the many Walazon compliance drones for non-sanctioned behavior. If you see and successfully report an incident of non-sanctioned behavior you earn one hit-bit.
If you have questions about how to keep you and your community safe, just say GOOPLE, I NEED HELP. I am here to answer any questions you may have.
Thank you for doing your part to ensure our new global commitments to future generations are sustained in proper measure.
Remember, there is no tomorrow without compliance today.
The worse part of this now seemingly plausible scenario is how a few months ago it would have been taken as nothing more than a silly little dystopian thought experiment.
One of the websites I still visit is good old RI, far removed from the blogging heydays of old, but still worth a read. Someone posted this astute Venn Diagram:
This image captures the surreal anxiousness many are experiencing as we wonder how fucking far they are really going to take this.
And I’ll say it again, dwelling on imagining a worst case scenario still doesn’t prepare oneself for the actuality of it happening.
Where do I sign up for my Bill and Melinda Gates Immunitiy Passport Program?
Happy Easter!
4/13/2020
Dear Diary,
A man went on a rampage at the base of Mt. Sentinel, fracturing a woman’s skull and sending her 13 year old son into shock. He fled up the mountain, triggering a manhunt. An hour later he attacked two hikers near the top of the trail. He was naked and demanded their clothes, then attacked, only stopping after one of the hikers stabbed him with a Buck knife.
This trail is on campus and the hikers were students. The college paper reported that a social media account possibly linked to the attacker stated IT HAS BEGUN. ANGELS OF LIGHT STAND UP. OUR TIME IS NOW!
When I read that it sent a chill down my spine.
Shouldn’t angels of light be nice, one might ask? When you’re becoming a man-god through initiatory steps, and your will to dominate requires a little random violence to be honed, then, according to their big star (not the dog one, the mountain climber), then, by all means, do what thou wilt, for that shall be the whole of the law.
Speaking of stars, I watched the video for Bowie’s Dark Star send off. Fucking dark indeed. Engaging with this stuff drenches you in occult symbolism. I should probably start taking prayer baths after viewing.
4/17/2020
Dear Diary,
I had to laugh. What was Microsoft thinking? And on Good Friday of all days.
The occultist to the stars who is besties with Lady Gaga, Marina Abramović, had a big advertisement planned to promote Microsoft’s virtual reality, but after an avalanche of criticism, Microsoft pulled the ad and scrubbed any evidence of it from all their platforms.
Marina got some unwanted attention during Pizzagate because evil fucks like John Podesta discussed attending Marina’s “spirit cooking” events, where attendees enjoyed simulated cannibalism and ate food cooked with bodily fluids, like cum and menstrual blood. Good times, I’m sure.
Looking around at headlines it becomes apparent that any critic of the satanic globalist elite has to be depicted as a right-wing loon. Here is one typical framing of Microsoft’s move to pull the ad:
Microsoft Deletes Marina Abramović Advertisement After Right-Wing Outcry Over Alleged Satanism
Yeah, “alleged”. I mean, you can easily find images of her ritual feasts, her posing with a bloody goats head, etc, but Marina is just a PERFORMANCE ARTIST, ok? It’s all just fun and games, ok? Now move along.
It reminds me of the controversy over another “performance” celebrating the opening of the Gotthard tunnel, in Switzerland. That performance was so overtly satanic it’s impossible to watch without thinking, what the hell is going on here?
Going back to Marina’s virtual performance for a moment, she used a word that jumped out at me like a rumbling freight train: immortality.
Like all the Luciferians fighting with the western faction to achieve the time-spot, Marina is hoping the techno-transhumanist pact she made in exchange for her soul will reward her with immortality.
On the plandemic front the first cover story of bat soup is being updated and now Fox News is telling their brain-damaged audience that the contagion of the crown accidentally leaked from a biolab in Wuhan. Closer, Fox, but not the whole enchilada.
It’s bizarre to watch any criticism of the lockdown get depicted as right-wing Christian lunacy. The mind as occupied territory. It becomes more apparent to me with every passing day.
Even though plans are being discussed for lifting the lockdown, every trip I take to the grocery store feels more and more depressing. More people wearing masks, walking briskly down isles, no eye contact. One trip a week, they ask. Minimize how many people enter the store, they ask. Don’t fondle the fruit or unnecessarily handle the cheese. Go in, get what you need, and leave. Ok.
I went to Walmart today for one purpose: purchase Lego sets. This is still allowable for me to do in Montana. In Vermont I would be barred because “toys” have been declared “non-essential”.
You might be tempted to think I am risking the dreaded Covid and raising eyebrows with a trip to the store just for toys in order for my kids to have a little fun to alleviate their lockdown boredom. Well, you’d be wrong. The Legos are for me. I am building a Lego world in my shop that will act as a visual metaphor for Zula.
I do let my kids play with the Legos, though. I’m no monster.
4/18/20
Dear Diary,
Emergent BioDefense Corporation, and Jerome. This is the goddamn virus. It, they, contagion of the crown.
There is an incredible deluge of information. I try to keep up, distill it into verses. I try to use my imagination to envision a conversation between Bill and Jeff.
Billy met with Jeffrey
after his midday blow
because Billy discovered something
he thought Jeffrey should know
Jeff we finally got it!
the perfect little bug
and here is your protection
for after you get hung
Bill I got to say
the first thing we should do
is try it at my Zorro ranch
on Betty one and two
Jeff, I'm steps ahead
I had the Bettys shipped
just put this on your lips
and give the girls a kiss
and thus it has begun
just as I foretold
a new age now will come
where every heart turns cold
Isn’t this fun and entertaining poetry? Ha ha ha hahahah.
There’s a little news story about how local historians are getting all revved up to catalogue stuff about the pandemic, like city council meeting notes and news reports. They are capturing history in real time in a way that is unprecedented, they say. NEW NORMAL!
Shall I send them poems and diary entries?
I have another poem because a writer does have a duty to document such unusual times.
pre-pandemic RFK
sorry Mauve floated away
but like the toy train often says
accidents happen, now back to biz
of vaxxer backers like Jerome
his bonkers history is a tome
of biothraxing a few good men
and no-showing that day in building seven
oh by the way what was his role?
office of emergency picked by The Ghoul
office of emergency on 9/11
coincidence theorists will have such fun
sleep walk blog talk stay inside
drone the park you cannot hide
drone with groceries, drone your friend
feed the pigs and they’ll love their pens
don’t want to feed them? Bring the vax!
whisper softly just relax
every person their time will come
it’s for your good, we act as one
*
Isn’t that a fun poem?
Speaking of fun, I got a little conversation going at one of my go-to blogs, Moon of Alabama. I pointed out how I thought the insightful commenters and blog host were underestimating the sociopathic tendencies of those in power.
4/20/20
Dear Diary,
I am spinning off into anxious speculation that ultimately damages my psyche and soul more than it illuminates anything. Aerosolized bioweapon? Outbreaks as attack vectors? South Dakota defies locking down, suddenly has an outbreak. Nice state you got there, it’d be a real shame to see something happen to it.
So much noise.
One forum I used to rely on, good old b at the Moon, is no longer reliable, if it ever was. The host is supposedly based in Berlin, but a friend who has been reading him longer than me once traced IP pings to California. I am not that tech-savvy, so I didn’t really understand how he figured that out, and, really, what does it matter?
Another site I check frequently is mostly crap, but I like to see how the host and his commenters interpret events. The blogger is a former antagonist in my virtual neck of the woods, and during the last few years he has spun off deep into the everything-is-fake crevice of conspirotainment. But you never know where you might run across interesting perspectives, like this comment from “Anna”
What you say about Americans can be easily applied to most Italians too.
As I said before, I believe there is a secret war going on between two major masonic factions, and we are obviously the victims.
They, and by they I mean what the Taos guy calls “the Phoenicians”, want to finish off a job they started thousands of years ago through kings, Knights Templars, merchants, in more recent days bankers, industrials and “philanthropy” tycoons, that is the total control of human life and most importantly the human soul.
This is the ultimate war.
Rudolf Steiner said a hundred years ago that there would come a time when all people would be spiritually broken by mass vaccination. He said mankind wouldn’t remember anymore we all are spiritual beings within human bodies.
Vaccines contain substances that have a specific purpose: To block our pineal gland and our access to other spiritual realms through it. They’ve always known that and never liked the idea of a mankind able to connect to their spiritual self or even to other dimensions. They want our souls by breaking our spirit. Fear and no more hopes= spiritual death.
You could still be asking why all this.
Why are they so interested in the human soul, why is this all about the spirit pretending that it is about world economy.
Too long to explain here. Remember they do not need money to live. We do. They create money out of nothing. So it’s not about money.
It’s about the very essence and existence of this planet and us as a species. The top of the pyramid is not the crown, it is something non human that controls humans. Someone calls it the Devil, I give it different names as I’m not religious.
But I stop here. I’ve studied esoteric books for years and years but I think Steve and Motorhead have bern able to express the concept much better than myself.
And I agree with Steve: What nations?
That said, enough with bullshit bug for me too.
Anna and William Skink should meet, since they have come to such similar conclusions.
Anna’s comment freaked me out. I started thinking about nano-tech and Bill Gates’ obsession with vaccines and Epstein’s obsession with AI technology and, and, and the ands will just keep coming.
This is part of the desired effect, me freaking out. I know this and still can’t stop the waves of anxiety from coming. I pace the house. I yell at the kids. I get in fights with my wife. I don’t look at legal paperwork for my LLC. I drink too much. I stare at screens. I despair.
Locally, our little dictator Mayor is allowing his ornamental council to vote on buying a motel, but thanks to the emergency powers the council gave him, he has already signed off on the purchase agreement. It is now Herr Engen’s little fiefdom. We just live here.
Covid-19 is truly the most amazing magical spell I have ever seen. And I suspect we haven’t even begun to see its true conjuring power.
4/22/2020,
Dear Diary,
It’s Earth Day today. I continue oscillating between hopeful could-be scenarios and the probability of dystopia.
The lockdown continues and fractures are starting to show. So far it’s just small groups who can be depicted as right-wing extremists. How long will that false narrative hold?
A blog I used to think better of has gone full support-the-state with whatever draconian measures are needed, including removing family members from homes and putting them in quarantine facilities.
So I wrote the blog a poem:
making moon bat soup
is a simple recipe
with one part messy market
and two parts jumping species
bitter ingredients be gone!
your lab leak heresy
will not be discussed here
unless defending the Chinese
your sick will go to stadiums
the rest wait for vaccines
await further instruction
and totally reliable testing
skeptics are killing grandma
skeptics must be stopped
only a selfish, right-wing loon
would take the face mask off!